SUMMARY: This story is an original literary work. I wrote a story just to stretch my creative muscles. All scientists in this work are fictional. Any resemblance to anyone living, dead or born in the future, is purely coincidental.
WARNINGS: Contains transgender themes, Sci-Fi, explicit sex, mild violence, bad words, and strange ideas. It has only the strange things that dribble from my head. If you are not old enough, mature enough, open minded enough, and especially not smart enough to stop reading should you find yourself becoming offended viewing such a story, don't!

I hereby grant permission to post this story, make it available for download, or send it to a one or more of your kinky friends, as long as I am given credit for it and no monetary profit is made from it without sharing it with me. (I'm not greedy, but I did write it.)

 

Tanks for the Mammaries!

By Wholeman

 

Part 2

Diane popped her head in, just as they were patting me dry.

"Hi there sexy," she said.

Sue said, "I’m glad you think I’m sexy, you’re pretty hot yourself!"

"I meant him," she retorted and just for fun, "But now that you bring it up…"

She walked right up to Sue wrapped her arms around her, leaned her down and planted a lip lock on her!

When she took her mouth off of Sue’s said, "Oh take me, take me!"

Everybody giggled.

I could tell that Sue was serious though.

Diane looked at me and said, "You are going to love, what I laid out for you!"

"First we have to do some thing with your hair, you look like a drowned poodle, of course drown poodles turn me on tremendously! I think one of your guardian angels, is also a trained beautician if I recall correctly," Diane told me.

Kellie raised her hand, "In a past incarnation, I was the beautician. I didn’t bring anything, not even a hair dryer, so I don’t know what I could do, but if someone has a beauty shop handy, I’m your girl!

Diane disappeared out the door and returned pushing a beauty shop! She had hair dryers, conditioners, scissors, clippers, make-up, perfume, curlers, hair spray, and much, much more!

"Diane, I didn’t know you were a Girl Scout!" I said.

"Be prepared, that’s my motto!" she brought the cart over.

"Kellie if you think you need anything else, there is a very nice stores man who promised you would have anything your heart desired in mere minutes, you have but to ask!" Diane Claimed

Kellie got a wry grin, "You think he could come up with another one just like that?" She was pointing at me.

I blushed

Diane told her, "Sorry one of a kind, we can make one that looks the part, but the candy center is unique! But I like sharing, so you’re in luck!"

"I’m so glad, I’ll take any part I can get," She declared.

I grabbed Kellie around the waist, "I’m not letting go of any of my guardian angels, ever. So don’t you fret Kellie, I’ll always be here for you, and all of the others!"

She bent over and picked me up, "Well in that case we need to make you beautiful!"

"I never thought I’d ever hear someone say that to me! I never thought I’d want to be beautiful either! Okay, do your worst," I acquiesced.

"I need a chair in here and an apron, or one of those cheesy hospital gowns. I need some magazines like, Mademoiselle, Elle, Vogue, and Glamour you know the kind, look for hair that would suit our victim!" Kellie commanded.

"I have a stack in my locker," Sally flashed out of the room. Since she only lived next door, she was back about the time, the wood chair in the room, near the Lazy-Boy, was brought into the bathroom.

Sally handed Kellie a magazine and a gown, and then passed out a magazine to each of us, to look through.

I found a shaggy looking style on a model, and so did Kellie and Diane, they all looked just about the same. Millie, Sue, and Sally all agreed it was the right look to frame my cute little face.

Kellie got busy and in fifteen minutes, I looked exactly like the supermodel, just shorter.

Everyone congratulated Kellie for making me so pretty. She said it was just a haircut. Next she went to work on makeup, ten minutes later, all finished I was completely stunned, I was even hotter looking than the supermodel!

"Is that, really me? Her lips move when I speak. Her head moves, when my head does. This just can’t be real!" My mind just wasn’t getting itself wrapped around the fact that I made Cindy Crawford look second best.

While I was still stunned and staring, Diane snuck up behind me and placed a tiara on my head, "Now you look like a princess!"

Therefore, I played along. I clapped my little hands together, bounced up and down, and squealed, "I do… I do look like a princess!"

Diane said, "Well that’s part of the video record I’m going to keep!"

I had figured they were video taping, well how else to document an experiment like me.

Mixed reactions were abundant, from puzzlement to pride.

The frightening part was, I really looked like a fairy princess! I was turning myself on just staring at myself in the mirror!

I started searching around the edge of the mirror.

Diane asked, "What are you looking for?"

"There has to be some wires or a fake room behind there!" I told her.

She wrapped her arms around me and lifted me from the sink counter saying, "Get used to it! You are a Sex Goddess! Live with it!" Carrying me out of the bathroom to her bed, she set me on the floor next to it.

The nurses cleaned up in the bathroom quickly, none of them wanted to miss the show.

"Here are your panties," black silk lace panties, the kind I used to drool over on Victoria Secret models.

"Those are gorgeous!" Sue Exclaimed, extending a hand to steady me while I pulled them slowly up my skinny legs. Once in place Sue pulled off my gown leaving my huge boobs exposed and giggling all over the place.

Diane fished a brassiere out of the bag, "This is the Item that was hardest to come up with! Nobody, I mean nobody makes a 30 M bra off the rack! I only bought 2 until we are sure of the fit."

Sue was excited to help me put it on, "Usually a girl gets her first bra at ten or eleven, and that’s an AA cup. You start up putting the rest of us to shame!"

"So you like whoppers! I have to admit, I like my giant titties too! They are the only things that scream out, ‘not a little girl’ not to mention the sensations they give me are fantastic!" I confessed.

"The sensations they are giving me are fantastic too," Sue told me as she pulled my new bra, band first, under my boobs, and fastened the hooks. She then placed each boob in the corresponding cup and pulled up the straps. She fiddled and adjusted here and there until she approved the fit and I approved the feel.

"Holy shit!" I exclaimed, "I’m built like a brick shithouse! I could give most of the big tit porn stars a run for their money!"

Sue gave my bra-covered tits a friendly squeeze, "Looking good!"

Sally got to help me pull on my pantyhose, showing me how to bunch them properly and work them up my legs. The label on the package was, ‘Little Misses’.

They fit my legs terrifically but when pulled up over my hips they weren’t tight enough to suck into my waist very well so I had to be careful pulling them up my butt, but not past my hips by much.

It felt incredible to smooth those lovely hose up my silky legs. I think Sally liked it too judging by the little sounds coming from her throat.

Millie dropped a full slip over my head, and man, if you have never felt the sensations of a slip sliding around over pantyhose I’m here to recommend the experience, the cool silky fabric breezing by on my nylons, wow!

Next, Diane dropped a silk blouse on the bed and Kellie slipped it around my narrow shoulders and began buttoning.

Diane took a short black skirt and snugged it around my hips.

There I was, standing on the balls of my feet, all dressed up and no way to go.

Diane stooped and placed a pair of the cutest black pumps on my feet you ever saw!

I marveled at the feelings and sensations. I had to see what it all looked like! Sally came walking through the door holding a full-length mirror she had obviously taken form her own room. "I wanted to see the look on your face when you see yourself!"

I was in love! I’m my own wet dream!

"Could somebody hold me I’m scared," I said swallowing hard.

Everyone deferred to Diane, who kneeled down and wrapped her arms around me.

"What’s the matter sweetheart?" she asked.

"I’m… afraid of loosing me," I told her.

"It’s not possible, we won’t let you, will we ladies?" Diane reassured me, "remember last night, you were afraid of becoming a little girl? You were afraid you would like it, or are liking being a little girl."

"Yes, I think I like it! Nevertheless, I was a man, damn it! It bothers me that I’m so easily accepting being a girl!" I fretted.

"Well about that, um, I think that can be explained but you won’t like it," Diane told me.

"Please tell me anyway."

"Well Dean, you were such a gentle soul, so loving and giving, all the ladies I knew, lesbian or otherwise, and especially the ladies the more empathetic ones, well they were always remarking that they felt you had the soul of a woman. That if you were female, they would try and take you away from me," Diane went on, "Most women envied your compassion, and yet you were still quite manly, a total contradiction. Now that your body matches your soul, it’s only natural you would be comfortable as a woman."

"Are you saying I wanted to be a girl?" I was shocked.

"No, not at all. I said you had the soul, of a woman. You may not have wanted to be a woman, but since you are one, you are now free to exhibit, the loving compassionate person you always were!" She explained.

"So since I have a gentle soul it’s not a bad thing to be a woman," I tried to grasp the concept.

"So don’t fret if you start to want to do womanly things, or have womanly interests, you are a woman now, more so than most who were born that way. As far as acting like a little girl, I do that some times myself, and I’ll bet these ladies do too," She explained.

They all murmured agreement.

"Do you feel better now dean?" she queried.

"I think so," I admitted.

"Now that’s over, you have a treat in store!" she offered.

"What is that?"

"You, me, and two nurses are going shopping!" She declared, "Right after you eat your breakfast. Be sure to take your medicine before we leave."

The nurses drew straws to see which ones would get to go. Sally and Kellie won.

It was strange leaving my room, so soon after my transformation, but I was feeling strong and fine. I ate a whole egg and a strip of bacon with ¾cup of milk.

All four of us walked down the hall to the exit. I felt eyes watching me from everywhere. One poor guy was so flustered he bonked his head into a lamppost.

We got into a nondescript car and drove a quarter mile, got out and boarded a Cessna Citation. We buckled up and the plane took off. The attendant assumed I was Diane’s daughter. She greeted Diane, who she obviously knew was a person of some importance, and asked me if I’d like to come with her to see the cockpit, Diane grinned at me but I decided to go with her anyway.

"Hi I’m Lisa, what’s your name?" she stooped over trying to get down to my level.

"Dean," I told her.

"My that’s a pretty dress you have! You look so grown up, too. Did your mother buy you that dress?" she asked.

"Nope," I replied, "Actually my wife, Diane back there did, she has impeccable taste don’t you think?" I quipped, my tiny hand still held in hers.

When what I’d said finally dawned on her, she came out with, "Your, wife? Did you say your wife?"

"Oh yes, stunning woman, long blonde hair, great figure, you know, Diane." I corrected her.

"How could she be your wife sweetie, women marry men. Men are the husbands and women are the wives. If she was your wife you would have to be the husband," she trailed off.

"Even if you wanted to marry another girl the government wouldn’t allow it. Two ladies cannot marry legally! You must be confused," She determined.

"Oh I’m not confused, I married her when I was a man. Then she turned me into a woman. We didn’t get divorced so as far as I know, she’s still my wife!" I logically explained to her.

She had an unusually puzzled look on her face, so I said, "Got You!"

She giggled at me and she showed me the cockpit.

Playing on the little girl thing I said, "You know the cockpit was very nice and all, and thank you for showing it to me, but I didn’t see one cock up there, they all had trousers on!"

The Attendant blushed and explained, that cockpit didn’t have to do with cocks, it’s just what they called the place where the pilots sat"

"Do you mean women can fly big planes too?"

"Yes honey, they can!"

"Mummy, she says, I can grow up to be a pilot! Isn’t that news exciting!" I squealed to Diane as we returned to our seats.

"That’s nice dear, when we have sex next, you can pretend to be the pilot and I’ll be the runway, Deal?" Diane offered.

"I can’t wait, I love flying in over the mountains!" and kissed her on the mouth.

"I love your landing lights, honey!" she came back.

The poor attendant was shocked, "Oh my word, she hustled away."

"You are just wicked! I think we just scarred her young mind, for life!" Diane told me.

"Either that, or she went to the back of the plane to masturbate!" I offered.

"Come here you!" Diane said and picked me up and set me in her lap.

"Is that a banana in your skirt, or are you just glad to see me?" I teased her.

"I’m always happy to see you!" she said and squeezed me tightly. This is when I discovered being tiny I could put my head against Diane’s breasts while sitting across her lap and be completely enfolded in her arms, to boot. It was warm, very soft, and safe.

I heard a noise and looked up. Kellie was peeping from over the back of her seat in front of us, "Okay, when do I get my turn?"

I looked at her, "Holding me, or sitting in Diane’s lap?"

"Actually sitting in Diane’s lap hadn’t occurred to me, but that sounds nice too!" She replied.

"You’ll have to pick one or the other, I don’t think the attendant would like us stacked four high!" Diane told her.

"Okay, can I hold Dean? I think the attendant is straight and if she saw you and me cuddle, she’d freak out!" Kellie teased Diane.

"Diane, do you mind if I go over to Kellie’s to play?" I whined like a little girl.

"Sure sweetie but be sure to cum home for supper!"

"Ooh goodie," I squealed, "Love you!" I gave her a prolonged kiss and did my best Kellie impression on her mouth.

Diane came up gasping, "Wow, you learn quickly!" Then she set me on the floor so I could walk around to Kellie.

"You keep teaching him things like that kiss, and we’ll never get any work done when we’re around him!" Diane scolded Kellie who smiled and giggled brightly.

"Hi, I’m your stewardess Dean, fly me anywhere," I told Kellie as seductively as I could.

What happened next shocked me. I didn’t know it was possible. Kellie held her eyes closed for about 3 seconds, and shuddered all over! I thought she had a seizure, "Kellie, are you all right?"

"Better than all right!" then she whispered, "micro-orgasm, lucky I thought ahead and wore a pad!"

I scaled her knees and plopped my little tush in her lap, "What’s a micro-orgasm?" I whispered.

She tweaked my nose, "You are my lovely!"

"Come on fess up," I cajoled.

"I can’t say for other women, or for anybody else, but if I get super turned on, and even without physical stimulation, I get these little 2 or three second orgasms. Most women think I’m weird, since they don’t get them," she whispered to me.

I put my little lipstick-covered mouth next to her ear and whispered back, "I don’t think you’re weird, I think you’re lucky and that those other woman are jealous as hell! You can’t be weird you’re my Kellie! So don’t go listening to anybody else!"

She had her arms around me holding me tight, "And you’re my De Anne, I won’t ever think you’re weird either, you are just my very special person!"

"I’m your, who?" she took me a bit aback.

"We are about to mingle with the great unwashed, are we not? Do you really want us to keep calling you Dean?" she asked.

Time seemed to twist and stop. This was going to be one of those times in my life. You know the ones that give you the feeling, ‘Major Life Changing Decision Ahead’.

"I hadn’t thought about that! Hell, I told the flight attendant my real name! She hadn’t even blinked about it. Why do you suppose she didn’t think a little girl named Dean, was a little off?" I wondered.

"I’ll bet she thought you said De Anne! Well, do you think you can stand it? Or are we still going to call you Dean in public?" she put the question to me.

I hugged myself to her bosom, "If you like it, I like it."

"Somebody get me some insulin! You are too sweet for words!" she told me.

The fraudulently ‘sleeping’ Sally announced, "I get him on the way back!"

We laughed at her ruse. I looked at Kellie with an impish grin, reached over, and started tickling Sally. She squirmed and laughed, so Kellie helped me tickle her some more.

Diane called to us, over the back of the seat "Don’t make me pull this jet over ladies!"

We chorused, "Yes miss Diane."

She corrected us, "That’s Mrs. Dean I’ll have you know!"

I peeked at her between the seats, and she smiled back at me, I mouthed, ‘I love you’ and her grin broadened.

"Better get back to your seat miss, we will be landing soon," the flight attendant informed me.

I locked lips with Kellie as soon as she left.

"Ah, ah, uhhhhh… " I said.

Kellie had to catch me when my back arched and I came all over my panties, dress, and Kellie.

When I regained my senses Kellie said, "Nothing micro about your orgasms!"

"I am so sorry Kellie, I made a mess of your pretty dress, and myself!" I was going to cry.

Kellie said, "Oh no you don’t! You don’t go blaming yourself, when I screw up! I knew you were still really sensitive, but I lost my head I love you so much, and made you cum!" she squeezed me tight ignoring the sticky cum all over the both of us.

"You better go get buckled in and we’ll deal with this after we land, Okay?"

"Okay," I sniffled.

When I came around the seat covered in cum Diane said, "We just can’t take you anywhere! Always getting the ladies hot and bothered, you’re just as bad as before! Only this time you get to be the one cumming in her panties!" she teased me.

I’m sure I looked ashamed.

"Dean it’s not your fault, it’s not Kellie’s fault either, Sophie is the one who heightened you erotic responses! I can live with it, if you don’t mind orgasming ten or fifteen times a day, I won’t ever blame you! I might envy you but I won’t blame you!" she picked me up into my seat and buckled me in.

It’s amazing how easily I fell into the pattern of allowing people to do things for me. I could do most every thing for myself, but it seemed to make others happy doing things for me, so I let them protect me, and take care of me.

It didn’t seem to wear anybody out either. I’m so little that to carry me around is extremely easy. (Anyway, when carrying me, my boobs don’t jiggle so much!)

The plane landed and the attendant came back to escort us off. She took one look at me and Kellie and one whiff confirmed her suspicion. She said, "You people are sick!"

Diane to the rescue, "Uh Miss, my name is Doctor Samuels and this young woman is suffering from a rare genetic disorder which, if I were to name, you would never recognize. Suffice it to say, that you could do as little as rub up against her, and she will orgasm, so I will thank you to keep your opinions to yourself!"

Every bit of color drained from the poor woman’s face. "I am so sorry! I apologize! Oh, God I’m so insensitive I could just die! Please, will you forgive me? I think I can help. There are several of the Flight attendant uniforms in the back. Maybe we can find something that will fit! I’ll be right back I have to inform the captain you will be a few minutes before debarking!" She scurried away.

"Is there really a genetic disorder like that?" I asked Diane.

"There is now! I may have the only two cases in history, but I could write it up and have it published before you could say Jack Robinson!" she assured me.

"You could call it ‘Sophie disorder’," I told her. There were two guffaws from the seats in front of us.

"Anyway the pilot will have no trouble waiting for us to debark, they are to remain at my disposal for the next month, basically I own them for the next month!" she told us.

The flight attendant obviously got the word too, when she got back she was fussing all over us trying to make up for her earlier mistake.

I got out of my seat to go to the rear of the jet and the flight attendant stopped me with a big hug and, "Poor dear"

If she didn’t believe Diane before, you can bet she does now. Having that sexy nice smelling stewardess hug me like that, I lost it again, and orgasmed in her arms.

"Oh my, you are a sensitive girl! She took my hand and lead Kellie and me to try on uniforms.

Kellie was easy she had a figure most ‘Flight Attendants’ would envy.

They had me stripped down to my undies. Diane had brought spare panties for me (like most ladies she had a spare pair for her self, and just added a pair for me, out of habit.).

I went toward the john, and Kellie came in with me, when the attendant’s eyebrow shot up questioning, Diane told her, "I didn’t introduce my two RNs, this is Kellie, and the one snoring is Sally."

The attendant said, "I wasn’t going to say anything, but it’s nice to meet you." and shook Kellie’s hand.

"Let’s get you cleaned up De Anne!" Kellie said shooing me into the John.

I looked back at Diane and noticed her quizzical expression, so I winked at her and that seemed to satisfy her for now.

As the door to the john closed, I could hear the attendant saying, "I am so honored to meet a dedicated researcher like you…"

I snickered, knowing she would still be at it when we finally emerged, me sans-cum and wearing my clean panties.

"…and you can rely on me to be discreet, I would never go around blabbing about your patient. Oh there you are princess!" the attendant babbled.

"Uh, Miss," Diane started, "De Anne is 34 years old."

This poor flight attendant was going to have a nervous breakdown!

I very carefully hugged her, and told her, "It’s okay, I’m sort of used to people assuming I’m a little girl."

"You are so nice," she said, but made no move to hug me back thankfully!

When I let her go we started digging through the uniforms, settling on the smallest one, the skirt was too big but someone came up with a bobby pin so we pinned it up and it looked pretty good. We had to go back and find a bigger blouse though. My boobs didn’t quite fit the small blouse we first selected.

When the attendant saw it wouldn’t fit she exclaimed, "Wow you have a terrific figure! I don’t know how I could have assumed you were just a little girl!"

"I was dressed to ‘minimize’ my bust, it gives the effect of me looking like a slightly pudgy little girl. It keeps the wolves down!" I told her.

"I only wish my bust, were as nice as yours," she lied.

Diane and I exchanged knowing smiles. If it were, she would have to find other work! Her tits would always be getting in the way of her duties!

Kellie finished me up, refreshed my makeup, and then declared, "Good as new!"

I imagined I could hear the flight attendant breath a sigh of relief!

As we climbed down the stairway I heard her in the cockpit, "You won’t believe the disorder that poor woman has…"

I looked at Diane, "Oh well it will be all over the airport by the time we pick up our luggage! Where the hell are we anyway?"

Three voices harmonized, "Las Vegas!"

Four men in black suits and sunglasses met us when we went to pick up our luggage.

"Dr. Samuels?" one of them asked.

Diane pulled out her government issued ID and showed it to the men. They took out theirs and showed her. Unlike them, she inspected each of their IDs closely and made them all momentarily remove their sunglasses, so she could compare the face to the image on the ID.

Diane pulled out a cell phone, called a number, spoke a few words, nodded her head, and hung-up. She pointed out our luggage the men seemed to balk for only a moment, as if they were going to complain they weren’t skycaps, but thought better of it.

They escorted us to an armored stretch limousine. They even held the doors for us! Two go in the front with the driver and two in the back with us, they found corners far away trying to give us space, and they looked uncomfortable. All four of us sat closely together at ‘our end’.

Diane spoke first, not to us, but to the men in the black suits, "You men will probably hear us say some things that will be unbelievable, or very strange. Your years of OSI training no doubt will help you forget everything you overhear. The things we discuss, are classified, crypto and compartmentalized. The penalties for violating my trust are too frightening to describe to you here. Just know I have authorization by the President, Senate, House, OSI, and the CDC to dispense whatever discipline I deem necessary. Do we understand each other gentlemen?"

The two men nodded.

Diane finished up saying, "And take those damn sunglasses off! I want to be able to read your expressions, not to mention you would not be able to see any threats to our safety. If any harm comes to any one of us, you will wish you could have taken a bullet, rather than have to suffer my wrath!"

The sunglasses quickly disappeared in pockets.

The men were sufficiently intimidated. Diane returned her attentions to us.

I had to break the tension, "Ah Sweetheart? Lets find you a decaf." I started searching through each compartment for some coffee.

Diane snagged me by my hips, as I bent over looking into a cupboard, and pulled me to her, I giggled and hugged her, "You will excuse me agents, but you see now, what I am protecting?"

The agents nodded wide-eyed, now they had even more incentive to perform well. What a team, Diane was the stick, and I am the carrot!

I was still giggling, and I noticed the agents suppress a smile.

"Okay stink pot," Diane told me, "wait until I get you into Neiman Marcus! I’ll have you trying on so many clothes you are going to think you’re a fashion model!"

"First stop though will be ‘Paulyne’s Girly Lingerie Shop’. We have arranged a Private fitting session for someone, who is a little difficult to fit off the rack, if nothing else we can order custom bras and have them shipped to us.

Diane pressed the button for the intercom to the driver, "Driver take us to ‘Paulyne’s Girly Lingerie Shop’ at the Estropic West Shopping Center, 8425 S. Eastern Ave., Las Vegas."

We made a strange looking group. Two men dressed in black up ahead, Sally, Diane, me, and Kellie side by side, and two men dressed in black bringing up the rear.

I had to work my little legs like crazy to keep up. I was wearing my 4-inch pumps and flight attendant uniform, side by side, with a much taller version of me by my side. Kellie got Diane’s attention, "We have to slow down," she said pointing down toward my head.

"I’m sorry, I am trying to walk as fast as I can," I tried to go faster but Diane stopped me.

"No, I’m sorry sweetheart, we’ll go slower. When you sped up, I thought one of the agents was going to faint, your little tush was doing just plain amazing things! We didn’t bring any bibs for them, and it would be embarrassing going into stores, with them having big wet spots on their jackets, not to mention their reduced ability as body guards, having their attention drawn to your butt, instead of watching for danger!"

"I don’t agree!" I told her, she had a puzzled look on her face, so I smiled and told her. "I think the most danger around here, IS my butt!"

"When you’re right, you’re right!" She said, groping my bottom.

"I’ll give you just a week to stop doing that!" I warned her.

"I think the agents might get a little overheated by then!" and she gave me a peck on the lips.

We took off toward the store. When we got there the front two, slipped into the store, and checked it out. They re-appeared at the doorway and motioned us to enter.

By the time they had done this, a small crowd had begun to gather a ways down the mall, staring at our little group.

We slipped into the store where Paulyne greeted us, "Okay who is the fitting for? I can rule out four of you right away, that leaves four to choose from!"

I took a step forward, "It’s for me!

"Oh my! I’m glad you made the decision to seek a professional! This is going to be a challenge even for me!" Paulyne admitted.

"Let’s stand you up over there on that coffee table." Sally boosted me up, "and why don’t we take these shoes off of you."

Kellie joined Sally, blocking her way. Sally informed her, "She has a foot condition and can’t stand up with out special shoes."

Paulyne was surprised by the protectiveness of them, I could see that, "Paulyne I would like you to meet, Sallie and Kellie, they are my friends, and my nurses, I’m afraid they take protecting me very seriously. This is Dr. Diane Samuels over here, she is the one who made the appointment for me." I leaned close to Paulyne and in a conspiratorial whisper I said, "I’m a government secret, so don’t ask." Then louder, "I haven’t been introduced to our handsome protectors yet, but I hope to soon."

Paulyne perked right up, "That explains a lot, not everything, but as much as I think I want to know."

I smiled brightly at her.

"Well since you haven’t been introduced to them yet, it’s only proper if they protect you from outside the dressing room please!" she informed them.

They looked toward Diane and she gave the sign of, ‘you’re out of here’.

They left unhappily, "Let’s get down to business," said Paulyne as she began unbuttoning my blouse. "Off with this."

"Now before we take this bra off we’ll take some measurements. What size of bra is this you are wearing?"

"It’s a 30 M cup. Diane bought it for me," I told her.

"What size did you wear before that?"

"This is my very first brassiere," her eyes open wide.

"With a bosom like this and no one bought you a bra! I want to speak with your parents, or guardian, or whoever is responsible!" she was in sensed.

Diane saved me, "Unfortunately, that is classified. Rest assured all parties responsible have been dealt with most severely!"

One look at Diane’s face was enough to reassure Paulyne, "Well, we have to do this the hard way," she took her cloth tape and went to reach around me when Kellie stopped her saying, "She needs to know about her sensitivity!"

Diane gave a nod.

"De Anne here has incredibly sensitive skin, so sensitive, were you to brush your breast against hi… hers, De Anne would orgasm right there! That’s why I stopped you, you are rather well endowed, and to reach around, you would have found a terrific looking girl orgasming in your arms," She informed Paulyne.

"Oh my, you poor thing, will you two give me a hand taking measurements?" She asked.

"It would be our pleasure," Sally told her.

Paulyne leaned over and whispered, "You have some pretty special friend there!"

"Don’t I know it!" I told her.

The rest of the fitting went uneventfully at one point I asked if she had anything to fit me.

She laughed until she had to wipe tears from her eyes, "Honey nobody has bras that would fit you! This 30 M is about as close as, ‘off the rack’ will come, but it doesn’t fit you. Yours is an amazing figure to be sure! When we took that bra off you, I must have turned three shades of green with envy! You have no stretch marks, no sagging, no surgical scars, and the bone structure of a bird! I’m tempted to adopt you myself! There are women in this town that would pay huge sums of money to look like you!" She proclaimed.

Diane couldn’t resist, "They couldn’t afford it!"

Paulyne looked confused at that remark, knowing what some of the women in town had spent on enhancements, but let it slide.

When she was all done, we looked through some designs and we picked out a couple then Sally brought up what we should have been thinking about all along. "I don’t want to be a smarty but he needs some nursing bras!"

"Sally!" but it was too late.

"Did she say he?" Paulyne asked.

Diane came to the rescue! She pulled an ID from her purse, "OSI Ms. Paulyne in the interest of national security, I am going to have to ask that you do not inquire further, and that you forget any misspoken words."

Paulyne was looking at me strangely. I couldn’t leave it at that, "I really am, a real girl, honest! Right down to my ovaries, I swear!" I began to sniffle.

"I believe you hon., I might not know exactly what is up, but I do know you are a real girl! I have had cross dressers, and those surgically altered, in here. I could just tell with all of them, and not a one of them would orgasm if I brushed my boobs into them!"

"Can I get a hug," I asked her.

Now she looked worried, she glanced from Kellie to Sally, they nodded accession, and then she looked at Diane, who was grinning for the first time since we had come into the shop. She shrugged and said, "Sure!"

Sally cautioned, "Slowly," But she was smiling like a proud mama.

I leaned toward her and our boobs touched together and I shuddered, she paused then slowly moved closer until we were hugging.

"Oh, this is so nice!" she exclaimed, "You are definitely all girl, sweetie!"

"Thank you," I told her, "You are really very nice!"

Diane went on with business, "Now about the nursing bras…"

Paulyne didn’t let loose she just told Diane, "no problem there, the ones you picked have very similar maternity bras," she finished hugging me.

Diane went on, "We are going to want 5 maternity, 2 shelf, 2 Demi-cup, and 7 Firm-Support. Can we get a ‘rush’ on the order, and about how long until delivery?"

"Let me work that out and make a couple phone calls, I’ll be back in about 10 minutes." She looked over to Sally and Kellie, "De Anne can finish dressing now, and I’ll leave ‘HER’ in your capable hands," she went into her office.

Once I had been dressed up, as a flight attendant again, Diane let the agents back in, they busied themselves with not looking at the frilly, sexy lingerie all around them.

Paulyne returned, "How long do you plan to be in town?"

Diane answered, "We have to leave tomorrow, before noon."

"Can you swing by the shop tonight around 7:00?" she asked.

"Sure we can be here. Why?" Diane asked.

"I will have her first bra here finished and ready to wear home. We can deliver the other 16 in 4 days! I called in a couple favors and my, seamstresses have agreed to put you at the head of their ‘to do’ lists. I convinced a special friend, to make you up one on an emergency basis, that one is a gift from me to De Anne, I can’t stand to see you suffering without a proper foundation garment, but I do insist on one more hug at the time of delivery, Deal?" Paulyne was looking straight at me.

"Deal!" I agreed.

She turned and presented the rest of the bill to Diane, "I’ve given you a ‘volume’ discount for the size of the order."

Diane handed her a credit card, and when Paulyne ran it through the credit computer. Her eyes widened when the authorization came through, "Done and done," She announced.

"We’ll see everyone tonight at 7:00.

When we left the shop, a crowd had gathered outside, with me the one ensconced in the middle of our little entourage. I was protected from physical harm, but that didn’t keep me from the whistles, catcalls, ETC. I heard someone in the crowd yell, "Hey isn’t she that new porn star?"

Then it really started, "Hey baby, where you dancing?" and, "Which casino is SHE staring at?" in addition to, "Can I have your autograph?" the funny one was, "Hey man, she’s in costume… a flight attendant? That’s been done to death!"

My face was burning and Diane rescued us again, she hung back with one of the agents and yelled ahead to our group, "Escort the ambassador out, we’ll cover the rear!"

You never saw a crowd scatter faster!

The limo was waiting just outside the mall.

Diane joined us moments later laughing her ass off! "Okay, that didn’t go as smooth as I hoped, but it did prove we have to discuss something, I had hoped Dean would bring up, without me forcing the issue," she started.

I jumped in, "That’s De Anne, if you please and please start referring to me only in the feminine, like her, she, Miss., that kind of thing? It’s alright, I know I’m a girl!"

I caught one agent look the other agent in the eye, with just a hint of, ‘oh my God’ in it.

Kelly and Sally flanked me in the back seat with Diane against the right side.

Sally was looking at me like she was going to cry, "I am so sorry, I… I… got confused… Diane said…"

I put my little hand on her lips, "It’s alright, Paulyne will be cool, and I’ll bet my loving wife had everybody ease my transition by calling me ‘he’."

She kissed my hand and stroked my hair.

"Well that’s handled," she stretched over and gave me a quick peck on the lips.

Our agents looked real uncomfortable and soon found things outside that were more interesting.

Diane called up the driver, "Take us to ‘Neiman Marcus’ please."

Walking into ‘Neiman Marcus’, they must get more people with security guards escorting them. No one noticed us much. I will tell you one thing, we didn’t have to go looking for a sales person! The assistant manager swooped down on us when we hadn’t even made 50 feet inside. Diane informed her we had a showing scheduled.

"Oh yes, come this way if you please?" she beckoned us deeper into the bowels of the store to a conference sized room with a little stage. "Please be seated, I’ll be back momentarily."

She came back followed by a very tall and beautiful woman, wearing an incredible dress, "My name is Greta, and this is Sarah. She will be one of you models today. Sarah is wearing, a Handkerchief Hem Dress By Shelli Segal from her Laundry collection. It is a floaty slip dress with a dramatic, romantic hem it comes in brown with embroidered flowers at the bodice. The skirt is cut on the bias with a handkerchief hem for $225.00."

Diane motioned her over, "Uh, two quick points. Number one, here run this, so we can dispense with the price tags," handing over ‘the credit card’, "and number Two, whatever you show, if it doesn’t come in her size," pointing to me, "you will be wasting both our times."

"Oh, dear!" she disappeared into the back. There was quite a bit of rushing about back there. I heard, "Someone find me Helen!"

Greta returned pushing a little cart with espresso and teacakes, "We will be with you, showing you more, in a few minute. Please enjoy some refreshments while you wait," then off she scurried.

I got up and took advantage of the opportunity to play hostess. I pushed the cart in front of Sally, smiled sweetly, and said, "May I get you something, teacake?"

She played along, "Why yes, thank you."

I handed her one on a little teacup, "Espresso?"

"No, but thank you."

I pushed on to Diane, "Teacake Mum?"

"Why, thank you," she replied as I handed her one as well.

"Can I get you anything else?"

"Now that you mention it I could really use a French kiss!" she offered.

"As you wish Mum," I told her, and then leaned in and locked lips. My knees went weak and Diane had to catch me, but we tongued each other for 2 minutes. I broke the lip lock and told her, "I must attend to my duties now!"

Diane fanned herself, "She has given me the vapors, I do believe!"

We giggled while I gave a teacake to Kellie. I didn’t stop there though I went to the back of the room and served espresso and teacakes to the two agents standing there. They looked shocked, but I pushed on the door, opened it, and made sure all of my protectors, received the proper attention.

When I returned to my seat, Diane whispered, "You know they’ll kill anybody who comes near you now, don’t you?"

"I wouldn’t want that! I’ve had to stand guard before, and I know how hard it is! I was just being nice."

Sally pinched my cheek lightly, "You don’t need to try to be nice. You just are."

"That’s sweet of you to say," I told her swinging my little legs to and fro under the lip of the chair.

Kellie reminded me, "De Anne, a lady doesn’t swing her legs, and she always sits with her knees together."

I looked and saw my skirt jumping up and down as I swung my legs, "Oops, thanks Kellie!"

Greta returned and announced, "We’re ready to continue, finally. But I think with you, we are going to need a few measurements, is that all right?"

"Yes, but if you have the tape and indicate where you want the measurements, De Anne’s nurses would be happy to take them for you."

"Nu… Nurses? Is she all right?"

"Nope, but I am getting better," I told her.

Sally and Kelly boosted me onto the table and took the measurements Paulynne directed. It was a little amusing when she had them remove my blouse for some of them.

"Oh! You… Uh, Those are real!" she exclaimed.

I put my tiny hands underneath and lifted them a touch, "This is all me."

She blushed, "Excuse me, I shouldn’t have said that!"

"Don’t let it worry you. I understand. If I wasn’t behind them, I’d be surprised by them too!"

"I think we have enough to get started, though. I’ll have to warn you, pretty much anything we have will not fit you ‘off the rack’, but we have a terrific seamstress waiting to make any alterations she’ll need," she told Diane.

"The first dress Sarah showed, can be altered to fit from, we think a size 8. We will have better luck in, ‘off the rack’ when we move onto the slacks and blouses."

She waved in a new model, a much shorter, and younger model, strawberry blonde, she looked maybe fourteen years old, wearing the second selection, onto the stage saying, "Helen is wearing a Floral-Embellished Dress with Spaghetti straps and a Gathered tie neckline in sheer white cotton. This is also by Shelli Segal from her Laundry collection. The shoes are Manolo Blahnik, one of the Italian designer's classic styles, a black or dark brown calfskin slingback with a sexy 2 3/4" heel, the "Carolyne" model."

"Oh that is beautiful, can we get both of them?" I squealed.

"Yes, quiet down now, I’m sure there is more," Diane quieted me.

Our next model was a raven-haired beauty, Japanese I think, very petit, only a foot taller than I was! "Kioko is wearing a Patchwork Dress one of Diane von Furstenberg's signature prints, with a trendy bohemian attitude that feels fresh in it’s bright spring colors. It is sleeveless, with a tie at the shoulder, and a V-neckline, made of 100% silk. She is wearing Giuseppe Zanotti’s Feather Slingback Sandals.

"That is incredible," I was just puddling over how I imagined it would feel on my skin!

"Shhh, Okay, Okay relax, we’ll take that too."

"Helen is wearing, David Meister’s Halter Dress with Flowers. A sleek halter gown takes on extra drama with a large floral print. Her footwear is also Manolo Blahnik. A black lace 2 3/4" heel also a "Carolyne" with this season's chic and current romantic touches."

"They are all so pretty!" I was clapping. Diane was grinning.

"Kioko, has on a V-Neck Dress, by Diane vonFurstenberg. It is in multicolor silk with, Peasant sleeves and Pullover styling. The shoes she is wearing are, ‘Manolo Blahnik collection as well, they have Natural topstitching for an artisan feel, grommets on the ankle strap for a tougher touch, the "Gallo" is made in Italy of luggage brown calfskin, 4" stacked heel, and Silver metal hardware

"It’s so light and silky looking!" I wanted to touch it.

"Sarah is displaying a Lace Peasant Top & Tiered Skirt with Belt In white. It has Angular cuts at the sleeves and hem, Insets of crochet lattice, solid linen, lace, and eyelet. It is finished with a self-tie ribbon at the wide scoop neckline and sports three-quarter flutter sleeves with a slightly cropped hem. The Tiered Skirt with Belt is made of sheer white handkerchief linen, and has a side zip. The brown leather belt has double buckles and grommet detailing.

"Her footwear is a "Florico" model, by Manolo Blahnik. These Leaf Detail Sandals are beautiful strappy vine-like sandals, with leaf detail, made of café brown kidskin, with a 2 3/4" heel. They featured these in Elle magazine, the December 2001 issue.

"What do you think, would I look cute in that?" I don’t know why, but I was so excited.

"Sweetheart you would be stunning! Sarah would be green with envy if she saw you model it," Diane assured me.

"Wait here a second, I think I left my rubber boots in the limo," I started to get up, but only made it a half step when she grabbed me by the hips and pulled me into her lap. I was laughing like a first grader.

"Sweetheart, you always make me happy!" she told me.

"You always make me horny! Of course these days, toast makes me horny!" I squirmed, "Help! Sally, Kellie I’m being frustrated to death!"

"You better watch it lady, I still have my lips and I can have you both covered in pussy juice be fore you can say, ‘Oh, baby. Oh, baby. Oh GOD! OH GOD!’"

Diane and I looked at each other, she let me go, I walked over to Kellie and said, "Deal! Do me then," I challenged her.

I thought she was bluffing! I really did!

Kellie placed her hand on the back of my head and kissed me like, no one has ever before!

I was toast in the first 2 seconds, but Kellie didn’t let up when I came, She was full on me for six to seven minutes! I orgasmed six times, and passed out!

When I came to, Kellie was crying and almost frantic! "I didn’t mean it, are you alright? Speak to me precious!"

"I’m in love!" said I.

She laughed and held my little cum soaked body to her, rocking me.

I looked around and everybody was standing around me, with concerned looks, even the two inside agents.

Diane said, "Damn girl! You’re going to have to get a concealed weapons permit for your lips!

Kellie laughed between tears.

The two agents stared wide-eyed at Kellie, with respect, all the while lusting with their eyes.

I told them, "This could be you! If your extremely lucky."

They quickly disappeared into their corners.

Greta had paused the show. I was trying to figure out why she looked unruffled, like women orgasmed themselves unconscious in this room all the time! I finally thought it trough. This is Las Vegas! Rock stars, actors, the rich and eccentric, she’s probably seen things weirder than this!

"Sorry, do you think the show can go on?" I asked Sarah, who was concerned for me, and had left the stage to help.

"We can take a break if you want, we have a locker room you can use to tidy up a bit," Sarah offered.

"What do you think angels? Lie here covered in love juice, or clean up? You’ll have to decide, I’m going to lie here and yearn for a cigarette," I told them dreamily. (Someone actually offered one I had to turn it down. I don’t smoke)

"Our flight attendant’s going to be mad at the mess I made of these clothes, on both of us," I warned.

"It’s okay sweetheart, ‘One Hour Martinizing’ can handle it!" Diane offered, "So Kellie, carry or walk?"

"Carry!" no doubt in her mind.

She brought me into the locker room and cleaned me up. She wouldn’t let Sally or Diane help.

They loaned me a robe, Diane had already bought everything we had viewed. One ensemble the tailor was resizing, as we spoke. Sarah brought me clean panties, as a present, during my clean up, she didn’t say anything except when my blouse came off, and I heard a sub vocalized, "WOW!"

Just as I was leaving on my own two little feet, I stopped at Sarah’s leg and hugged it, "Thank you."

Sarah looked at Kellie, "She is so sweet!"

"You’re telling me! I almost orgasmed, kissing her!" Kellie admitted.

"That is cradle robbing!" Sarah told her.

"Uh, De Anne, tell her how old you are please?" Kellie asked.

"34 years old," I admitted, "I should have told her 9!" I teased.

"You’re 34 years old?" she asked incredulously.

I nodded, "I have a genetic disorder, that’s why I orgasm easy, and why my nurses travel with me," I indicated Kellie.

"Oh my god, I’m so sorry!"

"Don’t do that, I’m just glad you are so nice!" I told her as she sniffed back a tear.

We went back out to finish the show. I saw Sarah talking to Greta, judging by they way she covered her mouth with a hand I guess the ‘News’ was spreading.

The show went on for another two hours. Diane bought an obscene amount of clothes for me!

Greta hadn’t even suggested brassieres. Greta suggested Panties, pantyhose, everything else, and lots of it! We had swimming suits, robes, Garter belts, stockings, and slips!

When we were done, I left dressed in a Lace Peasant Top & Tiered Skirt, with a Belt in white and sandals. I was looking so hot I could have started a forest fire!

We had fragrances brought to us just as we were getting ready to leave. We all agreed that, INTRUSION Eau de Parfum Spray & Silk Body Veil, by Oscar de la Renta, smelled best on me so that was added to the boatload of stuff Diane purchased for me.

We had about 4 bags of stuff we could take with us. They will be shipping the rest of the stuff ‘home’, after alteration, to fit my unique dimensions.

"Time to scoot, if we are going to make it to Paulyne’s by 7:00," we all marched out to the limo and as soon as we entered the limo and buckled up I fell asleep!

As soon as we arrived at Paulyne’s they tried to leave me in the car, but Paulyne said I had to come in. I was surprised how much my short nap revived me.

She greeted us and allowed us in the darkened store. We then went into the back where Paulyne had me placed on the coffee table again, "Strip off that lovely blouse, and remove that torture device!"

In moments my top half was naked, "My word De Anne, your skin is like porcelain! Now is it alright to touch you, if I’m very careful?"

"You bet, just be careful of anything that might feel like a caress or tickle. Even without trying, you’ll do more than you think you will!" I cautioned her.

"I’ll be cautious, sweetie. Are you ready?" she asked me.

She went around behind me handing one side of my new bra to Kellie. She brought it around so Paulyne breasts weren’t, squished into me while she reached around. She had me bend over so my boobs dangled in the cups, then brought the ends together and fastened it. "Okay stand up," she told me and proceeded to adjust the straps.

"This feels terrific, the fabrics, the fit, its so light, and so pretty!" I squealed.

"Another satisfied customer!" Paulyne exclaimed.

"What do you really think, De Anne?" Diane teased me.

Sally said, "I think I’ll make an appointment for myself next time I’m in town!"

"Paulyne I think you have 3 more new customers!" Diane declared.

"And a half naked, precious girl," she reminded everyone.

Kellie helped me slip on the peasant blouse.

"Holy…" said Kellie as she stood back and assessed the new me.

"Wow, if you can make me look that good, with just a bra I’m not leaving without one!" Sally declared.

"My seamstress called four times to verify the measurements I gave her! By the fourth time it was almost finished, she looked at it and told me no way was it going to fit! When she brought it over she begged me to let her meet you. I told her I would ask you," Paulyne asked us.

"You don’t need to ask, after doing such a wonderful job, I want to meet her!" I told her.

Paulyne escorted a lovely lady about 5 feet tall out of the office, "De Anne, this is Silvia. You see Silvia, perfect fit as usual!"

"I just had to meet you. I thought Paulyne was playing a practical joke on me," Silvia told me.

I gave her my cutest giggle, "This is the best brassiere I have ever owned!"

My three ladies and Paulyne laughed at my joke, Silvia just looked puzzled.

Paulyne poked her saying, "I’ll tell you later."

"Hug time," I announced, "Silvia First!"

Paulyne quickly filled her in on the how to’s, so she stood very still and let me hug her. I was happy when she loosened up and gently hugged me back. Once I got going, there was no stopping me. I even hugged the agents, even though they looked petrified.

I yawned and unanimously, they decided to hustle me to the limo. I didn’t make it. I was stumbling too much and Kellie snatched me up and carried me to the limo. I guess, I remember them picking me up, but nothing else.

I woke up in a big fluffy bed next to Diane. She had gotten the bridal suite for us! I checked my self out and discovered someone had dressed me in the cute Baby Doll, which we had gotten the day before.

I tiptoed into the bathroom to go sissy, dropped my bottoms, and jumped up onto the potty and peed, it was way different from when I was a man. I just let loose and was emptied. Wiping my bald pussy was so different from, a couple of shakes.

Diane and my angels had kept me so busy I hadn’t had time to really explore things. I spread my legs, and my pussy spread open with them. I felt around getting acquainted with what was in there, I traced the inner lips and shuddered, wow. I brought both little hands around to expose my clit without touching it. I gently pulled back the little hood, and shuddered again. There it was! I touched it, screamed, and fainted, twitching in an amazing orgasm.

I hadn’t heard Diane come in, nor the ladies, not even the agents.

As I swam back to consciousness I heard Sally asking, "what happened?"

Blearily I answered, "Touched m’clit!"

They all laughed at me, except the agents one of them couldn’t take it any longer, "You just touched it? And… you orgasmed and fainted?"

"Mmmm Hmmm, and it was soooooo good!" I admitted.

He just shook his head and went back to his post mumbling, "I’ve heard of some girls being easy…"

"It was the first… first time, I ever explored… " I told them.

"Don’t you worry, we understand, of course we all did it when we were little girls," Kellie consoled me.

"Oh good I guess I’m entitled, since I’m a little girl!" my logic was impeccable.

"A horny little girl! It’s less dangerous on the bed if you have to explore, I thought you had a concussion! So, you want to explore. Huh? Ladies, we have obviously been ignoring his sexual needs!" Diane got a feral look in her eyes and began crawling up the bed toward me.

Sally and Kellie began shucking clothes, and once they were down to panties, they started coming toward me as well.

"Help, Mr. Wizard!" I squealed.

"He’s not going to save you princess," Kellie told me.

"Plan of attack," called Sally.

They put their heads together and whispered.

When they broke, they had evil grins on their faces, and began closing in on me again.

A giant wet spot had formed under my ass. I was hotter than a solar flare!

When they had closed to within 6 inches they each jumped on their individually selected organ.

Diane and Sally each grabbed a boob in their mouth, and Kellie of the talented tongue jumped on my pussy.

I screamed, bucked, and fainted, only reviving by another orgasm, over, and over, and over! Every lick of the tongue on my clit made me scream, every lick to my breasts made me moan. If you had pulled open my eyelids, you’d see my eyeballs spinning like a one armed bandit!

I’m not sure how long they were on me, but when they finally stopped, and I had recovered, I discovered a veritable lake of woman cum under my butt.

"Look she’s back!" Sally declared.

"I need some snuggle time," I told them.

Sally threw a blanket onto the lake and in moments, woman flesh surrounded me on all sides. I was lying on top of Diane with my head cradled on her tits, and both other ladies wrapped around us.

I must have fell asleep, because I wakened with a start, when I heard Diane screaming in orgasm. It seems the ladies had gone on without me. Now everybody was sticky with vaginal juice.

I found out Diane had started fingering the nurses and they returned the favor. We all lie there blissfully sated.

Everyone grabbed hold of me drawing me upwards and packed me off to the bathroom, which had, and enormous tub, filled with warm soapy water re-circulating with water jets inside.

They plopped me inside with a kersploosh! The others climbed in and fished me to the surface. "Oww," I said.

"Sorry, the slap of the water when you hit, I forgot!" Diane went on.

"I’m Okay, I’m Okay, there’s me, and there’s Super Dave," I announced.

She wasn’t buying it, she placed me on the floor, and she inspected me head to toe. "Damn, you are going to have one dozy of a bruise, about a foot long I’ll bet." While she patted me dry, Sally called room service and had some ice delivered (she ordered breakfast too). While Kellie held the ice pack to my thigh, I heard Diane order some leaches delivered from some local hospital. The leeches were there before breakfast arrived.

We ate and I took my daily vitamins, and then I asked for what were the leeches.

"The size of bruise you are going to have, will be big enough to hinder your walking, so as soon as I’m relatively certain the internal bleeding has stopped, we place the leeches over the bruise and they suck out the puddle of blood, easing the pressure under your skin, and preventing more damage due to the swollen tissues," Diane lectured.

"Wow, and thanks for not using the big words like, hemorrhaging," I ribbed her.

She tussled my hair, "Nothings too good for my favorite patient!"

After about and hour I had a huge bruise covering my hip. A half our after that I had disgusting leeches stuck to my side.

Strange as it may seem, within twenty minutes, the pressure was going down, and the Motrin I had taken had kicked in. Ten minutes after that, Diane removed the little suckers with a hot needle.

"We have a plane to catch," she announced.

They dressed me and carried me to the limo and we were soon winging our way back to New Mexico.

I’m glad Diane is so organized, she handed the dry cleaned uniforms to the attendant as we boarded and thanked her.

"I see you went shopping Miss.," she said, "very beautiful."

I smiled as much as I could at her.

When she left, Diane asked, "You’ve been terribly quiet, since breakfast, is there something wrong I should know about!"

"I guess the boo-boo in the hot tub brought home just how fragile I am now. Is it always going to be this way?" I inquired.

"Probably, but realize we are almost as fragile as you are! We’ve had to live with it all our lives, you went from a big tough man to a little girl, that’s one hell of a contrast!" She explained.

"I’m not even much of a sex toy! Touch me, watch me orgasm! It sounds like the kind of thing carnies hawk at sideshows. Don’t get me wrong, I’ve been having a great time, but it can’t be much fun for anybody else!" I complained.

"Kellie, Sally?" Diane called.

Both ladies turned around, "Someone has been telling me that we haven’t been having fun. She feels guilty that she doesn’t get to please us. What is your completely honest opinion? Does she sexually satisfy you, or would you like her to be able to do more."

"I haven’t been this hot in all my life, I don’t know how you do it, but I haven’t been this satisfied before, ever!" Sally related.

Kellie was next, "I have never before had sex with another woman, it grossed me out. When I had been around you just a short while, well I just want to eat you up! I have had lesbian sex with you, Diane, and Kellie, and… I liked it! I can’t get enough of it. I don’t think I could stand not being with you, ever! The way your sweet little face gets so cute when you orgasm, most ladies don’t look that great during the ‘rapture’. The way you coo and giggle and that unbelievable walk. I’ve had to wear a pad every time I’m near you. It’s not just your body either, the way you put others first, and get everyone around you to relax and make them feel special. I keep pinching myself to see if I’ll wake up, but if this is a dream I don’t want it to ever end!"

"It’s unanimous, you’re full of shit!" Diane declared.

"Don’t worry De Anne the more time that passes, the more you will get used to the sensations you are being fed, and you will be able to enjoy them better. It’s a lot different than when you were my husband," Diane tried to console me but now I started blubbering.

"Was it something I said?"

Kellie told her, "Uh, you said ‘were my husband’, and I almost started to cry too!"

"Oh shit, honey… Dean Samuels died, but you are the love of my life, I would marry you again without a second thought, if the government would recognize it. I still feel married to you my dearest," Diane explained, "I hear Vermont will be legalizing Lesbian Marriages soon though, we could be married there, if you want to."

I sniffled, "I don’t know why I’m feeling so afraid, you are the only thing that’s not really different in my world now, I can’t even make a living any more. Everything is given to me, and I don’t feel like I’m worth much anymore."

"Is that what you think? Well push that right out of that beautiful head. We have a job to train you for when we return. We’re not having any freeloaders on my staff! You have work, and it will be hard work, to which you are uniquely qualified," She informed me.

"I’ve never seen any job descriptions listing, must be cute, fragile, with huge hooters. Ability to lift not more than five pounds a must, able to orgasm in a single touch. Here she is Tiny Bimbo!" I went on.

"Well basically, yes, that’s the job description’s requirements," she affirmed.

"Have you two seen this, ‘Job Description’?" I asked the ladies.

"Have I Seen it? We helped write it!" they reaffirmed.

"We can’t tell you yet my dear husband, but you’ll be told in a couple days," She said.

"Did you say she’s your husband?" the flight attendant had been coming up the isle with a bottle of champagne, and must have overheard.

I blushed beet red.

"Do you know who chartered this Jet?" Diane asked her.

"What’s that got…" she saw Diane’s face and gulped saying, "No."

"It was the OSI. I am their ‘number one’ scientist. A foreign power altered him and we are trying to find out how," Diane lied big time, but it was a plausible cover story.

"Her jaw almost hit the floor, her mouth was open so wide, "You were a… a… a man?" She stammered.

"Yes, 5’ 10", 200# with an 8 inch dick, of man," I admitted.

"You poor dear, I feel so sorry for what happened to you!" She had squatted down to my level to talk to me.

"One more thing dearie, what you have just learned, is classified beyond Top Secret, if you ever speak of it to anyone, anywhere ever, especially the flight crew, I’ll find out and you will envy him, if I do," Diane threatened.

"Yes Ma’am!" the flight attendant avowed her understanding. Then to me she said, "If I can ever, ever, do anything to ease your burden, just ask, it’s yours!"

"Thank you very much," and the attendant left.

I looked at Diane and squinted, "We are going to have to talk when we get ‘home’."

"I knew you were smart! Yes we will talk," She had a sly grin on her face.

"Hey, I didn’t get any champagne!" I whined.

"Darling a thimble full and you would be 3 sheets to the wind!" she teased, "Anyway you’re not old enough!"

"How about, blackmail. I want champagne, or I touch myself and cover every body in pussy juice!" I threatened.

"I’ll give you twenty buck to do it!" Kellie offered.

"Me too. That’s 40 bucks to you!" Sally upped the ante.

Diane laughed at me, and not to be outdone, added, "I’ll give you 40 bucks too!"

"That’s 80 dollars, please, please?" the ladies begged.

"I’ll give you 20 bucks too," added the flight attendant.

"You have got to be kidding me," I said.

"That’s a hundred dollars, just to orgasm, dearest," Diane tempted.

"Oh, what the hell, keep your money, who want to do me first?" I surrendered.

"Let’s let the flight attendant, she’s never had the pleasure of watching our little darling in the throes of ecstasy," Diane suggested.

The flight attendant’s face flushed, I crooked my little finger at her, and she bent over closer. "What’s your name again, beautiful?"

"Lisa."

I put my little hands on either side of her face and ‘Kellie kissed’ her.

"Oh, oh, my," she panted. I had her, sit in my chair, and put me in her lap, "Take me."

I had hands all over me. Lisa reached under my skirt. Sally pulled my panties down. Kellie checked my tonsils. Diane took off my shoes and started sucking my toes through my hose. Lisa went for the gold, and barely slipped her finger in my cunt and I did my best epileptic seizure impression. Lisa finger banged me mercilessly I just kept cumming and cumming. Off in the distance I heard, "Oh my god, that’s so hot, I think… I think… I’m… cuuumiing!" I could feel Lisa’s hips bouncing my twitching body.

When I came to, I saw all the ladies licking their fingers. Lisa even buried her finger in my cunt, making me cum some more, pulled it out, and licked it like ambrosia?

"That is delicious," Lisa exclaimed.

"See, we told you!"

"I’ve got to have more!" and she fingered me again.

"If you think that’s something try some of this," I felt Diane offer one of my boobs to Lisa.

She took it in her mouth, and sucked it. I got the strangest feeling, as if my boob squirted! Then I passed out, with my eyes rolled up into the back of my head.

When I woke up, the plane was on the ground, and Lisa was carrying me from it, into the facility I was ‘Born’ in. I heard the jet power up and take off. "Lisa, they’re leaving without you!"

"It’s alright De Anne, Lisa works for us now," she told me.

"What you needed a De Anne carrier?" I asked.

"No, goof, she will be one or your aides," she told me.

"You want to work for me," I asked her?

"More than anything," Lisa replied!

‘This is getting weird,’ I thought.

They deposited me back in ‘our’ room, and immediately they mobbed me! Millie, Cindy, Molly, and Sue all insisted on kissing me and bathing me.

"I thought there were rotating shifts, what’s everybody doing here at the same time," I asked them?

"We missed you!" they chorused back.

"Princess De Anne has returned!" I teased them.

When they finished washing me, I was whisked to the big soft bed and gang fucked! Those ladies were making me cum, time and time again, unrelentingly.

"Mmmm she tastes soooo gooood!" I kept hearing.

After I recovered, they bathed me again.

Finally, I was dressed and brought breakfast.

Afterwards I asked to talk with Diane, privately.

"What is it, my love?" she asked sweetly.

"You might want to turn the monitors off for this conversation," I told her.

She pulled a remote control from a pocket in her lab coat, pressing a button.

"Okay give, what’s with the pussy juice and undying devotion?" I insisted.

"You are addictive! Quite literally, once a lady has tasted your pussy, she has to have more. She has no choice. We made you more addictive than heroine is. They will do anything to be with you, for the rest of their days. After more than a week without you, their hair will fall out, they won’t eat, drink, or think of anything but you! They don’t have it as bad as Sophie does though, she’s been screaming at the top of her lungs for you so much she can’t even whisper! Speaking of which, would it be all right to bring her by? She only has about 24 hours left without some of your milk," she told me.

"You mean poor Lisa had to quit her job, and life, just to be with me," I was stunned.

"Yes," she admitted, "But I’m even more addicted than they are. I was addicted to you before I had to change you, so I made sure you would never be without someone who loves you. Ladies who will protect you with every ounce of their strength!"

I looked down at my cunt and said, "I better be careful where I point this thing!"

"Speaking of which, I NEED you to point that thing at me!" She put her mouth tightly over my pussy and licked, I came but she got it all and licked me clean. "There now we don’t need to give you another bath! Will that be all for now, we can talk more later if you want, I have the remote at all times."

"I’m sated for now," I said dreamily.

"Ta, Ta!" and she was gone.

In came Sophie, a look of pure rapture on her face as she saw me. She kept trying to say my name and all that came out was a noise like a seal bark!

My ladies placed me where she could suckle. She looked so angelic working my boob while I orgasmed.

When she had gotten all she could, she started begging to clean my butt with her tongue, so I let her, knowing that she was addicted to my cum, just like the others. She fell asleep with her tongue in my rectum, her little hands clutching my hips. If I tried to move she grabbed tighter and made muffled noises in my butt, causing me to orgasm again, It was a vicious cycle so I just relaxed and left that strong muscle stay where it was for over an hour, when Sophie was taken away. It was so cute to see her put her thumb in her mouth and suck it as they wheeled her off. Something strange though I could swear her breasts had grown since last she tongue fucked me!

My ladies dressed me and we all went for a walk. They showed me around the other girls’ rooms, and I oohed and ahhed at them, it seems that everyone had moved in permanently!

When we got to the end of one hall there was an armed guard in front of the door with a Mack-10. The signs read ‘authorized personnel only’ ‘Platinum clearance beyond this point’ and ‘Unauthorized entrants will be shot’. It sounded extraordinarily serious, so we turned around and explored elsewhere.

At lunchtime, Diane joined me and I mentioned the door.

"Oh, you have access, none of the others do, and they would have been shot. You probably want to stay clear until I have toured you through though.

"No problem there, those guards would have been pretty big to me when I was a man, now they’re enormous, and seriously armed!" I admitted.

"Don’t worry husband, they would kiss your feet if I let them!" Diane told me.

"You mean I don’t even have to let people lick my juices to have them fawn all over me?" I asked.

"Well… basically, yes," she said, "you are spewing pheromones, male and female, at an unbelievable rate, people will just sort of gravitate to you! I, of course am immune," she snuggled me closer.

"I’m just a love machine, and I don’t work for nobody but you!" I sang (off key).

"You work for everybody, including me!" she kissed me deeply.

"So why do I have access to the inner sanctum?"

"There are patients in there, we need you to work your charms on, but that cums later!" they informed me.

"I saw Sophie sucking her thumb in her sleep, she was kind of cute. She does keep insisting on tonguing my butt though. I hate to admit it, but I’m beginning to like it. She is looking better now that she has suckled. When I first saw her she looked half dead," I brought her up on current events as we snuggled.

"She was half dead. In another twelve hours, we would have had to milk you and force-feed her to keep her alive. I can’t feel sorry for her, at least not yet. Not after what she did, and tried to do to you. She has the body like yours and the sensitivity to stimulation you do, but prevented from an orgasm without your pheromones. She does not produce them as you do, so no one has to like her or feel sorry for her. The only one I know of that does feel sorry for her, is you sweetheart. I knew you would too, so I didn’t do some of the more drastic things originally planed for her. The sucking of the thumb was on purpose. She has the emotional age of a one year old. She still remembers who she is, and all other knowledge, she just can’t understand why she would try to hurt you, and especially she would never hurt her mama. That’s you. She bonded to your image and pheromones. It is tied very deeply with the primeval, ‘love of mother’ in her. So even though she has hated her real mother for many years, she has for you, a deeper love than she knew existed. If we are successful in removing her addiction to your breast milk, she will never stop loving you. When she emotionally matures, she will always have the infant, ‘love of mother’ that will never mature. She should start calling you mummy, soon and forever more."

"So, now I’ve even made you a mother! Is it all right though? Just think if she’s a good and dutiful daughter, everyone might forgive her sooner," she logically proposed.

"What a sales job, you didn’t have to reach so much, it’s all right. If this is a way that you can eventually get your Sophie back, I’ll do my best," I proclaimed

"You always could see right through me! I should know better. I couldn’t bear to exterminate her. This way maybe the love of a good mother will heal her. She can truly be the person we all took her for," She explained, "But you knew that didn’t you!"

"What, a tiny blonde haired, big boobed bimbo, figure all those complicated things out, gosh it would make my hair bleed to think that hard!" I sarcastically said in my tiny ‘Chippette’ voice.

"If the nurses came in and saw your hair bleeding, I wouldn’t live to make the door!" Diane exclaimed.

They couldn’t hurt you, none of you can hurt the others, and do you know why?" I lead her on.

She shook her head puzzled.

"All of you know if you hurt each other, I would be heart broken. Do you think any of them could stand to see me heart broken?" I asked.

"Oh my god. I see what you mean. So none of us will do anything negative to each other, ever, for it would only hurt ourselves! Wow! I’ve created a paradox haven’t I?" she realized.

"What, you’re asking a tiny, blonde haired, big boobed, bimbo about a three syllable word? Are you nuts?" I asked trying very hard to keep a straight face.

"You be nice or, ‘duh I’m going to hug you and squeeze you and call you George! Duh that’s what I’ll do, yup, yup, yup’," doing her best impression of a big dumb abominable snowman off an old Bugs Bunny cartoon.

I laughed at her and she smiled.

She admitted, "When you are happy my heart just soars darling!"

"I’ll try and stay happy then, even though this hot, dripping wet pussy, is just screaming for release," I baited her.

"Oh my, we can’t have that!" She pressed the button on the remote. The one marked ‘emergency’ and every nurse, and Lisa too bolted into the room, looking apprehensive and determined to give aid and comfort. "Ladies, I have been informed that there is a, and I quote, ‘hot dripping wet pussy that is just screaming for release’ in this room, and it’s not mine!"

I tried to hide under the pillows but somehow they found me. They all took turns tonguing my cunt and sucking my boobs, and kissing, and licking, and stroking me everywhere. They spread my little legs so wide, I was sure they had torn me in half, and were sucking out my sex organs. I had a tongue a foot long up my slit, at least it felt like it was! I kept spasming and cumming. I could feel tongues competing for my juices, at least any that got past whoever was eating me at the time, it was like a whole mess of wet strong squirmy worms were wriggling all over my nether regions, which only made me cum that much harder.

I woke up all cleaned, perfumed, and dressed in pink ruffles from head to toe! Someone had even gotten me a pair of soft pink high heels to match! "I don’t remember us buying this on our trip," I remarked.

"You didn’t," Millie said, "I had it custom made and sent here while you were out, to surprise you. Do you like it?"

"Oh thank you Millie, it’s the most beautiful pink outfit anyone has ever given me!" of course it was the only pink outfit, anyone had ever given to me. I wasn’t crazy about the ‘pinkness’ but I was softening to it. It’s hard to undo years of male conditioning that quickly. I didn’t let all this on to Millie though. This must have set her back quite a bit of money. I know how much my clothing costs!

She was rubbing my tummy just like before and I still loved it just as much, not that I could hide that fact from Millie, since I was all but purring!

"You look just beautiful in it too. Once we had you dressed we almost had to call one of the guards to have him help keep us from ravishing you before you could see yourself in it!" she declared.

"I feel so warm and cozy here, but I should get up and model it for everyone," I told her as I swung my slim little legs off the side of the bed, rolled over onto my tummy and slid the rest of the way to the floor. "Are you going to come with me?"

"You have but to ask my princess," she teased as she placed the little tiara on my head.

"Well let’s not keep my subjects waiting, it is to be a full tour of my kingdom today then?" I inquired haughtily.

"Yes, my Princess, we will visit all of the peoples homes and get acquainted," she informed me of the itinerary.

Therefore, I put on my sluttiest walk and undulated out of my room to knock on the door next to it. This should be Sally’s room, so I knocked.

I was right. Sally opened the door, "Yes?"

"Hello, I’m the house call-girl/Princess. I am learning the ropes, could I trouble you for a cup of orally administered saliva?" I teased her.

The words had barely left my lips and her warm mouth pressed against mine.

"Mmmm, I could get to like being a Princess!" I told her.

"I think you are just darling, my Princess," she told me as she tweaked my nose.

I tweaked her nose back and told her, "I love you too, my Sally!"

I swear it looked like her knee went weak. I thought she was going to swoon!

"I must beg my leave, I have more subjects to visit, and much more saliva to drink," as I undulated out the door. Behind me, I saw Sally fanning herself to cool herself.

Knocking on the next door, Sue greeted me.

"Come in," she called.

"It’s your door to door Princess, I’m here to collect my tribute. That will be one cup of saliva," I announced.

"These taxes are too great a burden! Well if I must pay, I must," she sighed and came over to me, placed me on her bed and kissed the shit out of me. "On second thought I consider it an honor to contribute to the well being of the nation," and kissed me again.

I composed my self and sighed, "Oh well, a Princesses job is never done!" I perambulated on to the next room and knocked.

By this time, I was beginning to draw and audience.

"Who is it," sounded from inside.

"It is your loving Princess come to collect a warm cup of spit," I answered.

The door flew open, and I was abruptly, pulled inside by Kellie. I didn’t have a chance to say another word, she was careful not to make me orgasm, but my panties were soaked! When she had had enough, and I could breath I said, "It’s always gratifying to encounter such an enthusiastic subject!"

She laughed and kissed me again briefly.

"My ‘grayman’ is waiting with my next appointment, I mustn’t keep her waiting!" I told her and received a friendly pat on my bottom.

At the next door my knock was answered with, "Wha… Who… Is someone at the door?"

"It’s the Avon Princess, would you like to sample my wares? I offered.

I thought the door had exploded it opened so fast!

"Don’t just stand there in the cold, mum! Come in and warm Y’self by my fire!" was Molly’s reply.

I thought the leaches had sucked on to me! Not! They could learn something from Molly!

"I missed you terribly when you were in Las Vegas!" and kissed me again.

"I missed you too, it makes me happy to be back!" I admitted.

"Well, you visit me any time, and sleep over too, if you want!" She offered.

Now there’s an idea, but I refrained from saying anything.

"Tempting, I’ll discuss it with the Senate. For now I must share myself with the people!" I blew her a kiss.

By now, the word had gotten out, and everyone was expecting me. I raised my hand to knock and the door creaked open, "Come into my parlor, make yourself at home," she patted her lap indicating where she wanted me.

"Mmmm your accommodations are exquisite," I told Cindy as I squirmed my little butt around as if I was getting comfortable, but I was trying to get her motor running, "Now how about that cup of saliva I have demanded from everyone else?"

"Oh all right, stick out your tongue!" she told me.

This sounds different.

She wrapped her lips around my tongue and started acting as if she was giving my tongue a blowjob, even tickling the end of it with her tongue! I was gushing into my panties! She barely stopped in time. I was so close I shuddered all over as my senses returned.

"I think the Royal coffers are full!" I proclaimed. Millie met me at the door and we continued walking around the halls. You should have seen the looks on the guards when they saw me dressed in pink, wearing a tiara. I thought they would drown in their own saliva! So of course as we were walking away, I laid ‘the walk’ on big time to finish them off, I was surprised when I heard a thud behind us. When I turned around, I saw one of the guards had fallen over trying to get a better look! I smiled and snickered at him and he got a dopey looking grin on his face. Judging by the bulge in his pants, he was going to have to beat, the one eyed, purple-headed, monster into submission!

Millie whispered, "You are just plain too hot girl! I’m sure happy you are home!"

I stopped and hugged her leg, "I love you Millie."

"You know sweetheart, I never thought I’d say this to another woman, but I love you more than I’ve ever loved anyone before in my whole life!" She confessed.

"Thank you Millie, I feel the same way about all my angels! I need you all! Do you think they made my heart too big when I they transformed me? I don’t think I could live without any of you!" I squeezed her leg harder.

"Oh baby, it warms my heart to hear you say that! I’m still afraid of what I’ll do when my services are no longer needed," a tear was rolling down her pretty face.

"Don’t you worry Millie, Diane tells me you, and all my angels have permanent positions. You never have to leave if you don’t want to!" I told her.

She dropped onto one knee, "Are you serious, all of us? Nevertheless, you are doing so well, I was sure you would not need us for more than another week! Is there something wrong with you they haven’t told us? Please tell me!"

"Uh, you know I’m a tiny, nymphomaniac, blonde haired bimbo, with giant boobs, right," I asked her.

"Crudely put but, yes," she admitted.

"In that case, you know everything! Apparently I will always need special ministrations, though it appears the staff will have to become a family, what do you think? Do you think everyone will stay? I sure hope so, it would break my heart in two if anyone left us, I love everyone of our group so much, I think I would just die!" I set the groundwork to keep us all together. Of course, I knew that it would be they that died if they left, and I couldn’t let that happen, I really do care for them all!

"Sweetheart, no one will leave you! We have all talked about how we feel about you. In fact, when we began to think you were well enough to do without us soon, we all consoled each other. I think that’s why Molly sounded so surprised when she heard your voice. She was probably on her bed crying when you knocked," She surmised.

"Let’s stop on our way back and see if we can make her feel better, okay?" I bargained.

"You are so sweet and considerate, that’s why I love you so much!" Millie falsely assumed.

I wouldn’t let Millie knock. I quietly opened the door and snuck in to find Molly with her head buried in her pillow. I looked at Millie and put my finger to my full pouty lips. I ever so quietly climbed on the bed next to her and wrapped my arms around her.

Her puffy eyes told me the whole story. When she had me sit on her lap, I couldn’t see her face, to tell she had been crying. Sneaky!

"I didn’t hear…" she stammered.

"Why are you crying? Tell me the truth!" I told her.

"I… I… hic I… hic you… you… hic," She stammered.

"It’s all right sweetie, all of my angels are permanent, if they want to be. I hear I’m a lot of work so Diane says everyone is full time, and provided room, and board, if they so desire. Does that make you feel any better honey?" I offered.

"You… you… hic you… hic," was all she could manage but she smiled and kissed me. I waved Millie in too and she joined the group hug.

I heard, "Heeeyyyyy! What about the rest of us?" It was Sally.

"Are you crying into your pillow too? You better come in and join us then!" I teased her.

"Is she crying again?" Sally put both of her little fingers in her mouth and ripped off an ear-piercing whistle. "Huddle!" she bellowed.

Everyone came running.

"She really has it bad! Oh! De Anne is here! Um, Ah… can we help?" Cindy asked.

"I think she’ll be all right now. I am worried about the rest of you though. Has this been going on a lot?" I inquired.

"We kind of take turns, getting depressed over…" she couldn’t finish.

"Is that all? I can fix that! Tell them Millie, I know Cindy still has the hiccups and needs me! Don’t you honey?" I said smiling at her.

Millie filled everyone in. There was one, who still thought of herself as an outsider though, so I handled that.

"You are an official angel now too Lisa! So, don’t go thinking that it might not mean you too! Everybody its hug Lisa time!" I declared.

"I am so proud of you all! When one of you is sad, that makes me sad, but if one is sad and every body supports her and cheers her up, that makes me so proud to be one of you, well you have no idea. I love every one of you so much I would just die, with out any one of you!" that should solidify things. The paradox was in place, now let’s hope it serves to inspire everyone.

I looked over to see that Lisa received the proper welcome, and saw that Kellie had her by the lips, and Lisa had lifted her left foot at the knee. Oh yes she was being welcomed! I could see her slacks moisten in the crotch! That Kellie was just amazing!

Uh oh, Lisa screeched and orgasmed. Good thing the ladies caught her and then Kellie just kept kissing her! She came two more times before Kellie was finished.

"Oh… pant, pant, my… pant, pant, GOD!" no one has ever made me cum just from kissing me, ever!" Lisa’s exclaimed.

I giggled, "I thought I was the only one she did that to. With me she probably only had to use one lip!"

"I’m so embarrassed!" she said.

"I knew I was doing something wrong! How come you ladies didn’t tell me I was supposed to be embarrassed! Holding out on me huh, laughing at me behind my back?" I accused.

"Lisa what De Anne’s trying to tell you is, that we all love each other, and that giving pleasure to any one of us is giving it to us all! We all were very turned by your orgasm, right ladies," she assured her.

Everyone agreed. She still looked unsatisfied.

"Okay, I’ll make the supreme sacrifice, Kellie I need your lips for, well a minimum of 30 seconds and as long after that as it pleases you. Sorry Millie but the pink dress gets christened," I surrendered.

Kellie took me with her mouth, and true to my prediction, within 30 seconds, I was orgasming uncontrollably. I got a glimpse of Lisa with an ecstatic grin on her face watching how hard I was orgasming, and hungrily licking my pussy juice off of her fingers.

I felt their fingers, stuck in my pussy and then, taken out to and licked clean. Finger after finger after finger all driving me crazy and all the while, somewhere a Chippette was moaning and screeching.

It was an amazing finger banging. With the size of my pussy, their fingers felt plenty large. I loved being finger fucked! Each finger, wet with saliva entering me and squirmed just long enough for me to cum, and then the next finger penetrated and started it all over again.

This time when I came to, Diane was with me, "I hear you have been busy! I came out to have lunch with you and they mobbed me! They hugged me, and kissed me, and the next thing I knew, someone was eating me out! I haven’t orgasmed like that since my death! They told me it was to thank you and giggled, making me orgasm again. So what did you do?" she inquired.

"Diane, they were worried sick that since I was getting stronger, that they would soon be unemployed, and sans De Anne! They tried to hide it, but they were incredibly distraught! They felt if they had to leave me, that they would just die! Does that sound familiar?" I scolded her.

"Nobody said that they were going to loose their jobs!" Diane told me.

"Remember, they are nurses. Healthy people don’t need nurses, do they?" I was working her head in the right direction.

"Oh shit! I didn’t think of that! They must have been frantic!" she realized.

"Yup!" I agreed.

"So, you told them not to worry."

"Yup!"

"They were so relieved, they finger banged you unconscious, and Lezed the shit out of me!" She worked out.

"Yup!"

"Good work sweetheart!"

"Yup!"

"And you thought you were worthless! You are the most valuable person in the facility!" she proclaimed.

"Well maybe next to you."

"Next to me, on top of me, inside me, anyplace you like sweetheart!" Diane offered.

"Do you have time for an extended cuddle?" I inquired.

"Roll over," she told me as she stripped off her clothes and crawled into bed with me. "Mmmm this is nice," I told her.

"Diane?" I asked.

"Yes, my darling?"

"Can we get budget for some remodeling?" I asked.

"What did you have in mind?

"Well, damn it’s hard to say this without sounding conceited. Everybody loves De Anne. They all need to be with me. The logical arrangement is De Anne and Diane live in the commons, which can be closed off from the rest of the suites, each with it’s own bathroom, living room bedroom and kitchenette. The commons will have a huge bed, a giant bed, big enough for everybody! A full size kitchen and huge bathroom with a bathtub big enough for everybody and a small double size one. Are you getting the picture?" I asked her.

"You are just brilliant darling!" she hugged me.

"Marriage is a push-me-pull-you. I help where I can!" I told her.

"In that case you are in charge of the remodel, make sure you put the rest of the family to work on the project with you! I am so excited to see what you all will come up with!"

"I even have ideas for the nursery! By the way, is there a wardrobe for Sophie? What do you have for her to wear?" I was on a roll.

"Pink night gowns like you were wearing, we haven’t anything else yet," She told me, I had thought as much.

"Can I have some input?" I coaxed.

"It’s all right with me, I guess, you’re her mommy after all!" she stroked my hair.

"First the nighties are Okay, but need to be about 10" longer, with a string through the bottom hem. Like those sleepers for babies, and lots of pink frilly baby clothes like, the ruffled pants baby girls wear. Um, is there a way to temporarily introduce, incontinence in her?" my mind was whizzing along.

"Sure, I can even put the medicine in a ‘patch’ that could be taped on the middle of her back where she can’t reach it," She was starting to get into this.

"Perfect, we’ll need diapers and rubber pants, a changing table, baby wipes, and can we get a bidet for every bathroom? The next item might sound kind of strange though. Can you get a remote controlled something that I can use to ah… sexually stimulate Sophie?"

"I can do better than that! I’ll give you a remote tomorrow, you are going to love this!" she had a devilish grin on her face.

"Goodie," I squeezed.

"I knew you were going to be a natural! Tomorrow you get your first tour of the guarded area!" she promised, "Then I’ll ‘brief’ you on your new duties."

"Couldn’t you just panty me. Panties feel so silky and make my pussy look so desirable! I don’t want to wear briefs anymore."

"Careful smart ass, I’m puddling already with the description of that lovely twat of yours!" she warned.

"You mean this, tiny, smooth, soft, juicy, hot, and horny pussy right here between my alabaster, soft, incredibly smooth and silky thighs. The one working it’s hot little self against the soaked sheets becoming ever hotter? That lovely twat?" I teased.

She slid her hand down to my panties and gently rubbed my Mons Veneris, moving down to my wet slit. "This twat right here is the one I was talking about, the one attached to the super desirable nymphomaniac squirming underneath my wiggly finger."

I licked my lips and then lightly bit my lower lip.

"That face turns me on so much!" she started tonguing my ear and pulled her hand up higher to slip it inside my panties. She was careful not to penetrate my slit. She just smeared my pussy juice all over my vulva and high up onto my mons veneris. She then placed her finger in her mouth and sucked my juice off her finger seductively, "Mmmm, ambrosia!"

I could feel my nipple clenched up tight, and my pussy juice oozing down my leg. She had me panting like a Mexican hairless! "Oh, baby fuck me, make me feel like a woman should!"

That got her, I hadn’t noticed that she had been finger banging herself with her other hand, but it became obvious when she went ridged and screamed, "Oh God!"

I could feel her cum wetting my little feet, which gave me an idea! I took my toe, and worked it in between her labia and started working her clit with my toe. Her eyes widened and she said. "Ah… ah… AH… AHHHHHHHHH!" She orgasmed her pussy juices all over my foot. I drew my foot up far enough to touch, and squeegeed off some of he pussy juice onto my finger and imitating her, sucked it sexily off my finger and said, "Mmmm, ambrosia!"

She couldn’t take it anymore and squirmed down, yanked my panties down and tongue fucked the living hell out of me.

She only made my eyes roll up into my head for ten minutes or so.

I was laying there dreamily in the after glow watching Diane towel off her magnificent body and start dressing, "It always turned me on no end to watch you slide all of those soft silky sexy girly things on your delicious body, and it still does!"

"I wish I could say the same thing, but your man body never really turned me on. What was in it, drove me wild though!" she admitted, and her eyes went down like she found something fascinating about her feet, "But the new you, ah…your ah… well… Oh shit, your tiny, blonde haired, big boobed bimbo, body just drives me wild! Just watching you wag your little butt when you walk makes me cream my panties! I even have the added benefit that what is inside is what was inside the only male I ever loved. I can’t help loving the new you and your hot girly body even more! It sort of makes me feel ashamed that by taking so much from you, I have benefited so very much," She confessed.

"Diane, I forgive you, I forgave you days ago and told you. If I had to be changed, I feel so lucky you were the one in charge, just think if Sophie had been!" I told her.

"Well… actually she had been. There was an uprising while you floated in the tank. The official story to the higher ups is there was an accident, and somehow Sophie transformed. None of the men who were her superiors had the balls to challenge my story! On the other hand, possibly when my report showed the changes you underwent, they were making sure they kept their balls by not challenging me. Outside of your little group, most of the people here are scared shitless of me now. So I have one more thing to make me feel guilty about transforming you for, by making you my little blonde haired, big tittied bimbo, I’m queen bitch around here now." she admitted.

"I knew it, I knew it, if you’re Queen bitch, I really am a Princess, I’m Princess bitch!" I clapped my little hands together to exaggerate my pretend girlish excitement.

"I don’t know what I ever did to deserved you, but I’m damn glad I did, you always manage to make me feel so good, like I matter to the universe," she was shaking her head looking at me while she did up her bra.

"I have to get back to running this place, and other things," she told me, pulling on a silk skirt, "I hate to eat and run," I snorted when she said that, "I’d just love to stay for a eight course meal but duty calls! She turned off the privacy mode the room had been in and the door swung open, allowing my angels to enter, "Sorry for being so selfish girls, but there’s plenty left!" With that, she swept out of the room.

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