Michael was unable to stop as he just did as Angela suggested and took the entire length of his old cock and sucked like it was all he wanted to do. Inside of him though he was still Michael who was a man, a humiliated man! Meanwhile Angela was totally enjoying her first blowjob not as the giver but as the receiver. Every nerve in her new body seemed to run to her dick as Michael’s mouth made her male body twitch with excitement. Watching Michael suck her off was exhilarating.

"I’m sure you’d like to taste and swallow my cum when I explode sweetie" Angela suggested as her new body began to build to breaking point.

With that Michael now wanted the salty semen inside that cock to be in his mouth. He was working his mouth faster and faster up and down his old cock, his tongue cajoling the dick to bring forth its load. And bring forth it did. Michael drew back so that his lips just covered the head of Angela’s cock as it began its pre-orgasm twitching. With a lot of cursing and groaning Angela felt for the first time the glorious male feeling of spunk rushing through a penis. Michael’s mouth went hot with cum as Angela pumped every ounce she had into his mouth. Angela was aroused even more as she watched Michael’s cheeks puff out as cum filled his mouth. Michael tasted cum for the first time and was not impressed at all but taste it he did, swirling it around in his mouth ensuring every taste bud was activated before slowly gulping it all down. Angela watched Michael’s throat muscles move as he swallowed it all. She could never have imagined performing such an act but was totally addicted to the scene before her. She knew this was not to be the last time she was going to get this new dick sucked. She was also totally spent and did not speak as Michael slowly retreated back across the bed and went to the bathroom. Where the sound of running water and gargling could be heard.

Angela rolled over and drifted into a very relaxed state, satisfaction would have best described her mood at this time. She had a hundred thoughts running through her head relating the amazing turn of events that happened in her bedroom this quiet Saturday morning. More than anything her life if she had to live it as Michael was going to be so much better. He had a sales job that allowed him a nice apartment a nice car and no need to scrimp and save. His natural charm had helped him move through the sales ranks to top car salesman at Taylor Ford where he could live on his commission alone. His winning looks and engaging smile were all he had needed to make a success of his life. He did not apply himself during school and waltzed through without ever caring. He wasn’t bright at all; his charming personality would seem to have been his only asset. He had indeed been suited to his job. He could never have had a thinking mans job. And while he was strong and fit he might struggle with a physically challenging job, as he was quite lazy. Angela smiled to herself when she realised that Michael may soon find out that his new life of making beds and vacuuming rooms at the Silverton Towers Hotel where Angela worked as a housekeeper may be too tough for him. Let alone Angela’s second job at the hotel on weekends when she did room service. Serving other peoples needs was not something Michael did well, particularly when there was no commission in it. On the other hand Angela’s unfortunate life circumstances had kept her in a rather menial job and a debt-ridden existence. Once the intelligent graduate about to head off and become a lawyer Angela’s life had taken one bad turn after another. Just a week into starting at her first legal job at a big city law firm, her mother had become seriously ill. First flying back with a leave of absence followed a few weeks later with a sad resignation, as her mother’s need was greater than her own. Angela had taken the first job available that allowed her to care for her mother. It was the housekeeping job at the local hotel. Following much medical assistance the bills for which Angela could not afford. Next a loan at an exorbitant interest rates to pay the bills. And finally an increase of that borrowing to pay for her mother’s funeral. This period of nearly four years had left Angela emotionally drained, physically tired, financially over committed and without any real family. This left Angela working long hours at the hotel, taking on the weekend room service position to help pay the bills. Living in as cheap as an apartment as possible without too much spare cash to live the life of a 27-year-old single woman. She had tried to resurrect her professional career yet all attempts had met with rejection. Her lack of work experience and not having maintained her legal skills had seen her not employable in the legal arena and basically without the workplace experience Angela had been unsuccessful in getting a job that paid any better or had better working conditions than that of the hotel job.

Her skills were that of a nurse and cleaner really. Running around making her mother’s years of illness as comfortable as possible, so her skills were reinforced at work and she was good at what she did there.

Michael on the other hand was used to being in control and making his own destiny. How would he cope with being Angela, working the menial housekeeping job, paying off that huge loan? The scroll had not said that she would have good fortune but Angela now knew good fortune could be hers.

Michael returned from the bathroom after while, he had been washing his mouth out for a good ten minutes before taking a long hot shower. This meant trying to work out how to wash this new body. He had shared a shower or two with Angela in the past but he hadn’t paid attention to how she washed herself. He did his best and all the while pondered his new predicament. He took the time to examine his new body for a few minutes as well before hopping out of the shower and drying himself off.

"Honey I’m glad you decided to do that for me, I could never have performed such an act, yet you seem to be made for such things." Angela called out from the bedroom in a slightly chiding manner.

"Knock it off Angela" snapped Michael in his new soft female voice.

"Oh my sweet little lady you look so sexy all wet and dripping" Angela laughed.

"It’s not funny Angela, what are we going to do?"

"Well my girl I guess you best get the blow dryer out when you’re all dry and get to work on that wet hair. You can’t just let it dry like you could in this body" Angela advised.

"Ok ok, whatever you say, it’s your hair I guess." Michael responded.

"Not any more my girl."

Why did she persist with those damn female references?

Michael did as he was told and bent over to allow all the hair to fall forward so that it was like a jet-black veil around his face. With the dryer blowing hot and the brush running through his hair like Angela had told him Michael began to dry his long hair.

Angela stood in the doorway of the bathroom watching his old body naked and bent at the waist drying her old hair. As she studied this site she noticed how her bottom cheeks did a little shimmy as Michael dried his new hair. It was weird to watch her old body from such an angle. She saw her breasts swaying from side to side in time with her backside, her legs all smooth from having just shaved them a couple of hours ago, her hair starting to look respectable as it was nearly dried. It was a decent body no doubt Angela thought. "I bet I look sexy to Michael when I’m like this" Angela said to herself. It was at this point that something else happened. No sooner had she finished contemplating how sexy she must have looked that she started to see the body before her as a man would.

While standing there Angela began to feel aroused at the female form before her, this arousal became stronger and stronger. Her new cock twitched then began to inflate, suddenly Angela could think of nothing other than the tiny shadow that began just past the top of Michael’s backside and disappeared between the quivering butt cheeks. Suddenly all Angela’s focus was there and her mind had just one thought.

Michael was starting to master his new grooming task when the dryer stopped. He first thought it overheated but realized Angela had reached over him and switched it of at the wall.

"What gives Ange?"

"Well cutie I was standing here watching you shimmering and shaking and well I was thinking how much you’d want to have a cock slipped into your pussy while you’re bent over doing your new hair."

As Angela’s words reached Michael’s ears he felt his body betraying him. Only minutes before he had resolutely vowed to himself that he would definitely resist any further suggestions as per the scroll. He would fight such a suggestion with every ounce of energy. Sadly he was powerless. He felt his pussy begin to moisten and he involuntarily shifted his stance to accommodate the feeling between his thighs as his new pussy began to grow warm. He was back in the bent position as he felt his old fingers first lightly touch his new pussy lips, then stoke them, then gently probe them. Angela switched the dryer back on and Michael continued to dry his hair while Angela continued her rubbing in the spots she knew so well. Michael could not believe how aroused he was becoming at Angela’s touch; her hands ran over his back down his legs and up his thighs, to his pussy and to his breasts. He was becoming wetter by the minute.

"Oh baby, I never got this wet with a man’s fingers in my pussy, your so hot honey! I’ve never felt this turned on before." Angela spoke close to Michael’s ear as she kissed his neck.

The feeling of another’s flesh against his was not lost on Michael. He found himself slightly responding to Angela’s touch. Just gently pushing against her fingers as his pussy got hotter and wetter. He could feel his whole body begin to glow on the inside, some internal need was building inside him.

"Now let’s see what this feels like shall we," Angela said.

Angela again spoke close to Michael’s ear as she removed her fingers from Michael’s snatch, shifted her weight forward, gripped her hard strong cock in one hand and maneuvered her member towards Michael’s juicy undercarriage. As the head of her cock made contact with her old pussy Angela felt a surge like adrenaline rush to every nerve in her body. Michael felt first the fingers leave his slit only to be replaced by his old cock. Angela managed through her euphoria to slip her cock along Michael’s pussy lips getting her cock coated in the pussy juice that abounded. Occasionally during this play she would push it inside, just a little, probing without penetrating. Michael felt his old member slipping along the slick pussy that he now owned. He twitched a little when it slipped past the outer lips and made a small foray inside him. Michael felt the hard meat slip further and further inside, his new pussy accepted it like an old friend. Collectively Angela and Michael made similar groans of pleasure from entirely different perspectives. Michael was inwardly disgusted it how he was being made to feel. Angela though was reveling in the new freedoms that were whirling around in her head, not to mention the unmatched feeling her cock was getting as it made contact with Michael’s insides while she was in charge of it. As she slipped her new organ out and back in again Angela felt sensations she never knew existed. Placing her hands around Michael’s waist she again slipped her cock back inside his pussy. So warm so wet so smooth, every nerve end tingled. As she quickly mastered the movement and got into a rhythm she caught sight of herself in the bathroom mirror. The sight before her was one full of lust, her lust. She saw Michael thrusting himself into a girl from behind; the girl was drying and brushing her hair. It was as if she did this normally for her man, when he so desired it. The truth was Michael would do this for Angela any time she desired it. That power made her want it more. The sight of her new large muscled body pumping the female Michael seemed to urge her on as she began to increase the speed and the force of her thrusts. Now Angela was right into screwing the hapless Michael silly while all he could do was obey the words of the scroll. The more Angela watched the sight in the mirror the more excited she became. Leaning over Michael’s soft frame she again spoke softly into his ear.

"I think your hair is all done honey, wouldn’t you love to watch yourself getting fucked?"

Michael fought the need to be fucked by his former girlfriend with all his mental might, he was however unable to resist the urge to accept his old dick into his new sex. As Angela began to steadily pump her cock in and out of Michael he found himself slowly adjusting to her rhythm by pushing back ever so slightly and squirming when it counted to increase the amount of penetration and friction. He groaned with pleasure and felt pleasure yet still he felt humiliated and degraded that he was just having sex because Angela had asked him to. As he nonchalantly continued to do his hair he was now matching Angela’s thrusts with responses of his own. He felt Angela’s grip around his waist tighten as she gained more control over her movements. Michael felt nothing more than a receptacle for Angela’s lust. How could women put up with such repression? Now as the nerve endings throughout his body were beginning to build in pleasurable intensity he felt Angela lean over him as she fucked him and speak to him. Again as the words left her lips Michael felt compelled once again to obey the suggestion. Slowly as he fought the urge Michael turned the dryer off and put it down. He now was raising himself up from where he was bent over so that he could look into the full-length bathroom mirror. The sight that beheld him was beyond his reckoning. He saw a handsome strong young man pumping his hard cock into a shapely woman from behind. His hands grasping her waist, her body bucking at each forward thrust, her breasts swinging in time. Every in stroke brought a small but sharp "huh" from between her lips. The young man’s eyes were in dreamland, the smile on his face lustful to the extreme. The girl looked bewildered but comfortable that she was giving and receiving pleasure. Michael too was transfixed with the image in the mirror, because the wish required him to comply with the suggestion put to him by Angela. As he watched himself getting his first screw as a woman Michael was worried that this might be now his lot in life. Would he get his body back or would he be Angela’s toy for as long as she wanted him? His mind was full of worst case scenarios as he was forced to watch himself being the woman he said he would be, given the chance. He castigated himself for that voiced opinion that had landed him in this predicament. His thoughts were interrupted by the rising feelings within him. His female body started to feel warmer by the second and a feeling began to spread over his body like a warm breeze. His skin started to tingle and build as if it was climbing a mountain. The exhilaration of reaching the peak was felt all over by Michael as his first orgasm grabbed him and shook him. He heard the moans and groans he usually heard out of Angela when she came; now it was Michael who was making those sounds. Michael could not describe those feelings if you asked him; certainly different to anything he had ever felt as a man. His entire body shivered and he saw himself convulse in the mirror he bit his lip and give a scream of significance as the orgasm washed over him.

Angela had been lost in her own thoughts of lust, power, freedom and general maleness. For her part being suddenly male was not as upsetting as she would have predicted. This of course was aided by the fact that she wasn’t under any control as was Michael. And frankly her life as a single woman up to this point in time hadn’t been all she could have expected. Now as she felt the pleasure of having a cock and how it felt to see someone doing exactly as she asked, being Angela Andrews didn’t hold that much appeal. Being Michael Lane was far more an attractive option. So many aspects in her life had been controlled by unforeseen circumstances; so many times she had been knocked down by life. Now life was suddenly much rosier, even if it was as a man, but if life as a man was going to be like the last hour, then this was for her. She was going to enjoy every minute of every day as Michael. Her thoughts were interrupted by the noises coming from Michael, for the first time she heard what she sounded like when she was cuming, the moans became curses and groans, and they grew louder and stronger as Michael moved inexorably towards the peak. Angela thrust even stronger at this time when she felt Michael’s vaginal muscles begin to tighten around her shaft. This feeling spurred her on to even longer and deeper thrusts, her balls slapped against her old backside with a slapping sound as Michael grunted a few times before shaking all over and calling out in a quite a loud voice! Angela never called out during sex like Michael was doing now. Michael was quite the screamer in fact. Something not lost on Angela.

"I’m sure you’ll always make lots of noise when you cum sweetie" Angela said.

Michael was now glowing hot inside as his orgasm washed over him. It began to subside slowly, unfortunately Angela having cum less than an hour ago was nowhere near cuming and she knew it. Having watched Michael experience his orgasm in the mirror Angela now wanted to fuck him forever. She widened her stance, tightened her grip on Michael’s waist, drew in a deep breath and began fucking her old frame for all she was worth. In and out fast and slow, driving her cock deep then teasing Michael’s pussy with short jabbing strokes. For a further twenty minutes Angela gave Michael all she had! All the time Michael could not tear his eyes from the sight before him in the mirror. Both bodies were drenched in sweat as the bathroom felt like a sauna. Angela ran a fingertip along Michael’s pussy while she fucked him. Bending forward over her new lover she offered her juice-laden finger to Michael’s mouth.

"I’m sure you’d love to taste ‘us’ wouldn’t you baby?"

Michael opened his parched lips and stretched out his dry tongue and obediently licked Angela’s finger clean. Watching the whole act was enough to finally bring Angela to the boil. With a few quick hard thrusts Angela felt the surge of semen coursing up from her hot nuts through her groin before streaming like lightning along the length of her cock and into Michael’s waiting orifice.

Angela was spent totally and Michael who had cum much earlier was mostly relieved. The last fifteen minutes had been pure pain for him. Taking that cock time and time again was making him sore. Plus the constant pounding Angela was giving him destroyed the come down from the female orgasm peak. As Angela lent forward onto Michael and the heat from her body radiated through him Michael wished for this moment to end a.s.a.p.! He wasn’t sure whether he felt Angela’s cum surging into him even though he knew she had. One thing was for sure Angle’s cock was now deflating and slipping from his hole. A squishy ploppling sound emanated from between their groins as Angela straightened up and pulled out of Michael’s pussy. The couple both felt exhaustion and Angela almost staggered back to bed and flopped down on her back. Michael stood up for the first time in nearly half an hour and was extremely stiff. Only one thing went through Michael’s mind, how unclean he felt. The new girl now required another shower. As he ran the water he heard Angela call out.

"I’m sure you’d love a long hot bath dear, that would be sexier."

The idea while it compelled Michael to turn the shower off and the bath on was an idea that appealed to him anyway, a lot of his new muscles including the ones between his thighs were aching. As he ran the bath Michael glanced out at the half snoozing Angela, his old cock lay slack and glistening against her leg. It had been his cock until this morning. He missed it and all it had given him. He felt loss and despair. A tear again formed in the corner of his eye as he examined the body he once inhabited. Life had been ok until now Michael thought, what did he do to deserve this. His nice lifestyle was lost for the moment. His job, his financial security, his body, his dreams all gone. As he stood there staring at Angela who began snoring Michael wished as hard as he could to get his body back and made silent promises to be a better man. Nothing happened. He turned and checked the bath water level. It was full hot and steaming. And while it was a warm afternoon the hot bath was the most inviting thing that he had seen in his short life as a female.

With a soothing moan Michael slipped his body into the bath, noting how much bigger the bath was now as he could stretch right out. Every pore of his skin screamed with joy as the hot water eased some of his pain. Within minutes he was totally relaxed and the effects of the earlier events took their toll and he drifted off to sleep with his head resting on the edge of the bath.

A splash of water on his face roused Michael from his sleep, the bath was no longer hot and he looked up to see Angela in his body and she was dressed in his jeans and shirt! "Wake up sleepy head" Angela said.

"How long have I been in here" Michael asked.

"Long enough girl, long enough" Angela informed him.

"How come your dressed" Michael asked.

"Got to go sweet-cheeks, there’s a big wide world out there for a guy to explore" Angela smirked when she said this.

"You can’t go… we.. We need to stay together in case we change back!"

"Well dear I’m off out."

Michael quickly began to climb out of the bath as Angela headed for the door.

"Wait Ange wait, don’t go" Michael called out to Angela as he found a towel to wrap around his wet body.

Angela reappeared in the bathroom doorway.

"Sorry Love, I got to go. Oh by the way that was great sex baby!" Angela spoke these words while planting a kiss on Michael’s cheek before slipping her hand under Michael’s towel and giving his ass a playful squeeze.

"Angela please…" Michael begged.

"Oh don’t forget to go to work tonight honey, you can’t afford to lose that job. There’s no way to keep your head above water without it. You’ll need to buy some pantyhose too, I ruined my last pair last weekend."

"Angela I can’t, I don’t know anything about your job" Michael pleaded.

"Your right, too bad you never thought to take the time and find out. Never mind you’ll pick it up, I’m sure. You know where to go, I’m sure you’ll work it out." Angela explained.

"Please I can’t be you"

"Well honey-bunch you are so get used to it" Angela spoke with some annoyance now.

"I won’t" Michael whined.

"Fine Michael but don’t come running to me when you can’t pay your bills."

"There’re not my bills Angela"

"They are while your in that body" Angela replied. "And another thing, young lady, are you on the pill?"

Michael looked at Angela slightly stunned. "How would I know?"

"Well maybe before you became me you should have taken the time to find out more about me!" Angela was now smirking.

With that stunning question Angela was out the door, Michael scampering after her, until he realised he was now outside the house in nothing but a towel. Something Angela had great delight in informing him of. Michael skulked back inside as he heard his car start up and shortly it roared out of earshot. Michael slammed the front door shut in anger before slumping against it sliding to his haunches. Tears welled up and Michael began to ball like never before. For ten minutes he cried to the point of sobbing hysteria. It took another five minutes for him to regain control of his emotions. He screamed out to the nothingness of the apartment "Why!" before sobbing softly again for another minute or two. He wasn’t a bad person. He deduced he was probably self-centered and even uncaring of others at times, but he was not bad. He had hurt the odd girlfriend by dumping them without much thought for their feelings; still he had never behaved badly or abused anyone. He had been lucky in his life, until now that was.

Finally looking up at the wall clock Michael noticed it was five o’clock. He tried to remember what time Angela went to work on Saturday nights. How could he go to work as Angela? How could he do that sort of work? He wandered around the house for a while wondering what he was going to do, then he remembered Angela’s last words to him about the pill! Michael froze in thought; his mind scanned his memory of life with Angela. Did he even ask her if she took the pill? Did he ever see her take any? Why didn’t he know this simple thing? "Because you never took the time to find out, you idiot" Michael castigated himself aloud, in his new female voice.

Cursing himself Michael moved first to the bathroom medicine cabinet where his senses were assaulted by an abundance of jars, creams, pills, make-up things, and things Michael had no idea about. He scanned over all the things that contained some sort of prescription on it. No luck. Michael moved to the bedroom, opening Angela’s bedside table he first started to pick through more strange female items, before pulling the entire draw from the table and emptying the entire contents on to the unmade bed. Running a hand through the pile of odds and ends and spreading out the items Michael studied the mess. He couldn’t see any thing that resembled the contraceptive pill. Desperation filled his head. If Angela wasn’t on the pill then he in fact may now be pregnant! Michael froze in horror at the realization he had come to. For more than a minute Michael stood rooted to the spot staring at the bed and all the bits and pieces scattered over it. Slowly an envelope that was part of the scene caught his eye. It had Angela written on the front but it was his handwriting. He didn’t remember giving her any envelopes recently. Picking it up Michael examined it before deciding to open it. Tearing down the side and emptying the contents was felt relief, out of the envelope fell a packet of small pills in a foil type of holder, some were missing and the days of the week marked next to each pill. Michael looked closer. Saturday was empty. A sigh escaped Michael’s lips as he sat on the edge of the bed and relaxed for the first time. Angela was indeed on the pill and had indeed taken one this morning, meaning he wasn’t pregnant. Also in the envelope was a note from Angela. It read;

Michael’s moment of relief was now one of total despair. Angela had left him guessing about whether she had taken the pill or not and if she hadn’t where was it? On top of that Michael realised that he was going to work now, because Angela had suggested it! He wished she would stop suggesting things. Almost immediately though Michael found himself in the bathroom pulling out all the things he needed to get ready for work. Redoing his hair and powdering his body he now faced himself in the mirror and tried a smile, which came out weak and forced. Forces were controlling him now though and he could not stop getting ready. Still he didn’t have the skills borne of years of womanhood and his attempts to make-up his face were nowhere near acceptable. Still he tried again and again until he regarded his efforts as passable. Now the freshly made-up young woman returned to her wardrobe. Normally Angela would have thrown on quite non-descript clothing for the drive to work where she had a uniform waiting. Jeans and a tee shirt and runners would have been normal garb. Michael however was under the influence of the scroll, which dictated that he would "dress in all the sexy gear to excite and attract men". With this force in place Michael rummaged through the underwear draw searching for items that would be deemed sexy. Casting aside the plain white cotton briefs and other such items Michael finally came across what he needed. Tucked away at the back of the regular underwear were items more to his desires. He had talked Angela into buying the black lace bra and panties set. Angela had modeled them the night she brought them, but Michael noted to himself that was the last he’d seen of them. He was able to confirm this when he found the price tags still attached. Biting through the tags and removing them Michael held up the sheer black lace panties and eyed them keenly before slipping them up his legs around his womanhood. He noted how well they fit Angela’s body, as he studied the bra with a small amount of wonderment. After a bit of a struggle he mastered it. From there he felt moved to see how he looked. Walking back to the bathrooms large mirror he studied himself and made a few photo-shoot type poses all the time he was wondering how he’d look to a man? I guess I’ll find out soon enough he thought to himself. Now picking outfits out of Angela’s wardrobe with enticement in mind Michael was finally dressed. The little leather min-skirt that Angela had worn to the sixties party last year was now around Michael’s waist and he was back at the mirror seeing how far he had to bend to flash his panties… it wasn’t far. He had a white linen blouse on with the first three buttons undone. This showed off the top of his breasts and his bra, which being black was also quite noticeable through the near sheer blouse. On his feet Michael put the highest pair of heels he could find in Angela’s wardrobe. They were red with about three inch heels. Michael teetered at first and then admired his ‘new look’ too bad they didn’t match his outfit for color. Still any girl who wants to look sexy has to wear high heels was the compelled thought in Michael’s head. He again returned to the mirror to examine the final result. He looked like a woman who liked to entice men with her clothing and in fact that’s what he was. He now hoped that he could get through a night as Angela and that no one would suggest anything sexual to him. He tried to ring Angela on his mobile phone but it was switched off. Ringing his home number he left a rather terse message to Angela about leaving him in this predicament and that she should get back here after his shift to work out what could be done. With that he grabbed Angela’s purse and her car keys and headed out the front door mostly propelled by the suggestion to go to work that Angela had left him in the note.

Slipping behind the wheel of Angela’s car Michael found himself unable to reach the pedals. It was then he remembered he’d used Angela’s car last night to get milk and hadn’t bothered to re-adjust the seat or mirrors. Getting everything into place to fit his new frame he started up the car which was a bit of a bomb, not like the dealer car he drove around in normally and headed towards the Silverton Hotel for his shift of room service. Almost there he finally remembered he had to get pantyhose. "Damn" an unladylike curse left Michael’s lips. There was a mall between him and work and he pulled into the parking lot.

He made his way into the mall and wandered around until he found himself at the hosiery counter in the department store. "Can I help you miss?" asked a store assistant. Michael didn’t even realise he was being spoken too for a few moments. He of course wasn’t used to being called miss.

"Um yes I need some sexy pantyhose please" Michael said to the woman assistant.

As he spoke the words Michael wondered why he had asked for ‘sexy’ pantyhose?

"Well if you ask me there’s nothing sexy about pantyhose miss" the clerk replied sensing a bigger sales possibility. "If you want something sexy then perhaps you need to look at stockings," she added.

Michael controlled by the need to look sexy instantly took to this idea; men loved to see woman in stockings! "Yes that would be what I need" he replied.

"What size miss?"

"I don’t normally wear stockings so I don’t know really." Michael honestly responded.

"Well you look like a mid-size type of girl miss."

"I guess so, I’m pretty new at this" said Michael.

"Well we have a large selection over here" the sales assistant said pointing to another counter. "Would you care to come and have a look?"

"Yes please" Michael replied.

Moving over the other section of the store Michael’s senses were assaulted by the large range of colors and styles the woman showed him. Each new product caused Michael to wonder if this might be the turn on for men that he was looking for.

"This is our finest product miss," said the clerk holding a sample of sheer black stockings that felt like they were made of silk.

Michael lightly fingered the fine material and knew that this was what he needed to look sexy.

"I’ll take a pair, can I wear them now" Michael was again worried by his comments.

"Well miss you’ll need a garter belt to wear these with" the sales clerk knew her hunch about a good sale was right.

"Do you have any" Michael almost pleaded.

"Of course miss, if you’ll follow me over to the lingerie department I can show you a few."

"Yes please" Michael said, inside Michael was getting worried about this whole scene.

Half an hour later Michael had purchased a garter belt to complement the stockings, again buying the top of the range. The assistant with commission in mind fed the young girl with suggestions at just the right intervals and while allowing Michael to go to the change room to don his new acquisitions she came in and spoke again to Michael. "Perhaps miss if your looking to dress to impress then a nice corset that goes with that garter belt might be nice.

"Can I try some?" Michael's compelled mind replied.

"Certainly miss, just stay here and I’ll bring a few in."

Michael watched as the sales clerk left to gather more finery for him. He wanted to get out of here fast! Sadly the assistants advice was feeding the need for Michael to look sexy. Everything she mentioned fueled the compulsion. He stood there a saw himself in the mirror. He saw a young woman standing in black stockings and garters, she looked sexy but it was him!

"Here we go," said the assistant returning with three varying styles.

"I’m not sure how to do this" Michael said.

"Here miss let me help, take off your blouse and bra, now lift your arms above your head"

Michael did as he was asked. The woman moved behind Michael and drew the corset around his body.

"This style is our most elegant miss. It has steel eye hook clasps up the back and has a beautiful lace trim as you can see. The deep burgandy is perfect colour wise miss. It’s light but will emphasize all the right parts. I think this is your size."

The clerk smiled inwardly to herself, the sale was now clinched, as she fitted Michael into his new item of clothing. Michael turned and studied himself in the mirror. He looked liked something out of a men’s magazine.

"I’ll take it, thank you" was all he could say.

"Would you like me to get another size bigger miss, this one seems to be fitting a little tight?"

"No thanks, can I leave it on?" Michael asked.

There was no way the sales assistant was going to blow this sale.

"Of course dear, if you like. I’ll be just outside at the sales counter, just come and pay when you’re dressed."

With that Michael was alone with his new body and clothes and he dressed again pulling up the mini-skirt and putting his blouse back on. He took the time to check his look in the mirror again, making sure his buttons were again left to show his assets. He noticed that Angela’s breasts were now more prominent in this outfit. It was a bit constricting though, his breathing was noticeable. It would stretch a bit once he’d been wearing it a while Michael rationalized to himself. Picking up his purse and his bra he left the changing room and made his way to the sales counter.

"I’ll give you a bag for your bra if you like miss" the sales clerk said as she rang up the bill.

"Thank you for all your help" Michael said.

"No thank you miss, you’ve chosen wisely, I’m sure you’ll get the desired reaction from the man in your life" the clerk’s patter translated into great commission. I hope she remembers to come back here again soon the clerk thought to her self.

"Here’s my card miss, I’m Denise if you need anymore help just ask for me".

"Thank you I will" Michael took the business card and slipped it into his purse.

"That’s $135 dollars miss, will that be cash of credit?"

"Credit thanks," said Michael as he fished out Angela’s visa card.

"Just sign here thank you miss"

Michael already knew his signature would match Angela’s if the letter this morning was any indication. Sure enough out came Angela’s signature on the docket.

"Have a nice day miss".

"Thank you again" Michael responded and he was off through the mall. Now though he knew he was more enticing to men.

At the sales counter the sales assistant watched the young woman wander off. "Check out that slut Shirley" she giggled as her sales manager looked up to see Michael leaving some twenty metres away. Even from that distance Shirley and Denise could see the girl with the stockings on because they showed out below the hem of her mini-skirt, which was too short to cover them.

Michael’s mind was a battlefield; his thoughts were one’s of embarrassment as he strolled through the mall. The compulsion to dress to entice men was strong and it drove him on to see if men were noticing him. He knew they were because he knew he would notice if he were a man. Oh how he wished he were a man right now. Then he saw the shoe store!

Angela had headed straight to Michael’s apartment when she left her old home. Once inside she kicked off her shoes and had a good look around. Angela had in fact spent very little time at Michael’s apartment, probably because it was on the other side of town. Her apartment was close to her work and Michael’s job was near her apartment so it generally fell that most of their time had been spent at her place. Now of course this was her place.

Turning off her new mobile phone courtesy of becoming Michael she wandered around a bit before ending up in the bedroom. Angela had probably only been in this room twice before and she realised she had never even slept here. Flopping down on the well made bed and taking in the opulence of her new home Angela could not believe her luck. Michael’s lifestyle afforded him a woman who came in twice a week and did all his housework. He had paid for the apartment to be professionally decorated and it showed. Angela got up and went to the wardrobe and opened it up. She was taken aback by how many nice clothes Michael had, she knew he always liked to dress nice for his sales job but seeing all these suits and shoes took her back a bit. She spent the next hour trying on lots of different suits and shirts and ties. Moving to the underwear draw she was amazed at how many pairs of briefs that Michael owned. She tried on the different types like jocks and boxers, she decided boxers were best and left a nice cotton pair on. While flicking through another draw Angela noticed magazines underneath the socks. Removing them from the draw Angela found a dozen high quality porno magazines. The titles gave her an instant insight into Michael’s ideal woman. The titles included Cocksucking Cheerleaders, Legs and Heels, Tied and Teased, Shaved & Sexy and Backdoor Lust. Angela now knew what turned Michael on. She had thought it was her, stupidly. No wonder he was always trying to get her to do certain things.

She sat on the bed and began thumbing through the mags one by one. As she did so she became aware of her cock, which was stirring as she read the magazines. Placing the current magazine on the bed she found she had to touch her cock through her boxer shorts and give it a rub and a squeeze, her cock responded and began to control her thoughts. Looking down at the different woman in different sexual scenarios Angela’s cock was now rock hard, she had to get relief, unable to stop the lustful thoughts she slipped her hand inside her shorts and drew her now steel hard cock out and slowly stroked it. Still turning the pages with her other hand Angela continued to stroke her pulsing cock. As she turned the page the picture showed a girl who was sucking on the biggest cock she had ever seen. The series of shots followed to the cocks climax and mountain of spunk in he mouth. Angela was transfixed on this scene and found her self stroking harder and faster. She kept up rapid pace until finally she came in a torrent all over the bed. Her cock twitching and spraying cum for a good thirty seconds. For a minute or two Angela just stared down at her now shrinking member, like a naughty schoolboy it tried to hide, another drop of cum slipped from the eye and soaked into the bedspread. Finally Angela searched for a tissue to clean herself off. Seeing none she opened the bedside table drawer. While finding what she needed to clean up the mess she was also intrigued at the contents of the drawer. There were packets of condoms varying from the plain to the audacious, from the smooth to the ribbed, from clear too fluorescent. Michael seemed to be a conisuer of the prophylactic. This concerned Angela as Michael never bothered with protection in their relationship. Also in the draw was a notebook, which in fact turned out to be an address book. What Angela discovered upon reading the book that she judged to be now hers was Michael’s little black book. The contents were details about women Michael must have dated including Angela herself. Mostly contact details although some names contained extra hieroglyphics, which Angela could not decipher but vowed she would crack. Throwing the book back in the draw in disgust Angela got up and headed to the kitchen to make herself a coffee. Seeing the answering machine message light flashing she decided to see what gems were waiting for Michael. After a couple of non-concerning messages her old voice sparked from the machine. "Angela!" "If your there pick up the phone!" … "Look I do not think your stunt with the pill is very funny!"… "Ring me and tell me if you took it or not!"…. "You know I have no choice but to go to work as you now, thanks very bloody much for that suggestion!" … "You better be here when I get home tonight so that we can work out what we are going to do!" … "There’s no way I’m going to go back after tonight!"

Angela was taken aback by the veracity of her own voice being so demanding. Thinking the joke needed to be ended she went to pick up the phone and call Michael. Her action was paused by the next message on the machine. "Michael it’s Cindy, can you pick me up from home at seven rather than me meeting you at Charlie’s?"

Angela was again taken aback. Michael had a date with some bitch called Cindy tonight while she would have been working her butt off! "What a nerve!" Angela shouted to no one in particular. "That prick is all love and honey when he’s with me and all the time he’s counting the minutes until he can get his hands on some other piece of ass."

Angela was about to ring Michael and tell him where today’s pill was, but now she thought he could take his chances. Knowing her own body well enough to know that there wasn’t much chance of pregnancy occurring on this day of her cycle she thought he deserved to sweat it out and wonder whether he was going to get his period in about seven days. That should make him sufficiently scared. Then he might be late a day or two and real panic would set in. Maybe he’d even fall in and make a wonderful sight with a big belly waddling around the hotel, moaning about backache and sore feet, stretch marks and breast-feeding. Angela giggled at all these thoughts; these giggles turned to full on belly laughs, which almost brought her to tears. What a great little mother he’d make, if the pain of labor didn’t kill him first. Her brain alerting her to one small fact interrupted her evil fun. If Michael became pregnant and a mother, then she Angela would be the father…. No way she could disprove it either…. "Shit!" Angela screamed in horror as the thought sunk in. "I’d either be forced to marry him or risk paying child support for the rest of my life! … shit shit shit!"

Angela dialed her old number the phone rang out (she couldn’t afford a machine).

"Shit where are you Michael?" she cursed again.

Angela reasoned it was too early for work but the compulsion must have made him leave early or something.

While sitting and thinking what her next move was, Angela played the last two messages again. First Cindy’s little girl voice cooing to her man to pick her up like some noble male doing his damsel a favor and then Michael whining and moaning about his new lot in life as a woman of child bearing age who had been sexually active and possibly pregnant. The anger in Michael’s voice helped her make up her mind. He could sweat it out like every other woman in his position had too. If he turned out to be pregnant then it was his responsibility to deal with, not hers. "I wonder how he will cope if thinks he is?" Angela was thinking aloud now. Knowing her period was not due until next weekend and knowing that Michael had no idea when it was due gave her the leverage to put Michael through a female nightmare. All I have to do she thought was tell him that his first period as her was due on Tuesday say and when it doesn’t arrive he will think he’s pregnant for a few days. That should give him a real insight into being a woman. Angela felt that was fair compensation for being duped into thinking she was the only woman in Michael’s life. "I’ll even get to introduce him to tampons" giggled Angela.

"Now to deal with Miss Cindy" Angela’s voice took on a more severe tone.

Now sporting a new pair of four-inch black leather pumps Michael finally felt as though he was the complete female sexual package. The shoe store salesman certainly seemed to enjoy the fitting session. Michael felt elated at the sight of him turning beat red as he knelt before him placing shoe after shoe on his Michael’s feet while all the time Michael was doing all he could to flirt with and entice the young man. Michael heard himself saying things like "Do you think my legs look sexy in these stockings?" and "Would like to go out with a woman who liked to dress for her man?"

Poor Brian had been having a nice quiet day in the shoe store. A job, which fed his foot fetish just nicely, thanks. Then this woman walked in and came straight over to him and asked if he could show her a pair of shoes that would make her more enticing to men! His whole world centered on Michael while he fought the urge to profess his need to be around a woman of Michael’s style. He doted on his knees offering all kinds of shoes to this woman who just wanted men to look at her. His quiet but blurted answers of yes to Michael’s questions had fuelled Michael’s need to be alluring to men. Brian watched Michael saunter from the store in his new shoes, his hips swaying suggestively. He clutched in his hand the phone number of the girl named Angela who had asked him to call her during the week. Brian was just nineteen and nothing like this had ever happened to him, not even in his dreams. Michael now hurried to be free of this mall that seemed to have him trapped in a web of sexy clothes. Fortunately the exit he used kept him from passing the Lovely Lingerie store or Wild the women’s fashion store which specialized in a more exotic and erotic style of outfit. Reaching Angela’s car and getting in Michael breathed a sigh of exhaustion. He wondered now if Angela had deliberately told him he needed pantyhose knowing full well that once in the mall the scroll’s words would control Michael forcing him to become a sexily dressed woman. He decided it mattered little, as once Angela saw this stuff she would know he was unable to resist sexy outfits and probably use this compulsion to have more fun with him. "How come she isn’t suffering?" Michael cursed. Starting the car Michael headed out of the car park and towards his new job once more. He arrived at the Silverton and drove into the hotels underground car park. He had been here once before for a Christmas party for the staff. Pulling into one of the empty housekeeping parking bays Michael sat and wondered how he was going to get to where he had to go and generally do this job. His prayers were answered when a car pulled up beside him. Glancing over Michael saw a young girl of about twenty with long blonde hair. She got out and waved to Michael as she did. Michael took his chance, grabbing his purse he hopped out of Angela’s car and said hi to the girl who was now out of her car and was standing waiting.

"Well well well, what have we here?" said the blonde.

"Excuse me?" replied Michael.

"Angela I would have said you were the last girl I know who would dress like that!"

"Um yeah, I felt like a change I guess" Michael stammered his poor offering of a reason for his rather different fashion style.

"Well all I can say is… if you’re trying to attract men then you’re going the right way about it."

"Just wanted to be different" Michael just wanted to end this conversation.

"You sure achieved that," said the young girl as she began to walk towards the lifts.

Michael followed as quickly as these new shoes would allow. As he walked to catch the girl he noticed how attractive this young girl was and he felt small amount of desire to grab her wiggling backside. He decided he had best just find where he had to go though.

The blonde pushed the elevator up button and got into the open lift. Michael followed. He watched closely as the girl pushed floor two. He hoped she was on the room service staff. The lift took off but stopped at the first floor, which was the lobby. Another woman got in, she was middle aged and had a serious look on her face while giving Michael a critical look up and down.

"Good evening ladies"

"Hello Mrs. O’Dowd" replied the blonde.

"Hello Mrs. O’Dowd" mimicked Michael.

"Tiffany I need your timesheets before you finish tonight," the older woman said.

"Yes Mrs. O’Dowd" the young girl responded.

The elevator opened at the second floor and the three women got out. Mrs. O’Dowd headed left and Tiffany headed right, Michael again found himself following the young blonde who now knew as Tiffany. She reached a door marked ‘female staff’ and pushed it open as she entered, Michael quickly followed her through the door.

Michael’s senses were assaulted as he scanned a change room full of maybe thirty women all shapes and sizes in all sorts of uniforms and even some half dressed.

Angela went back to the address book in Michael’s draw and flicked through it looking for Cindy. Under K she found Cindy Kennedy her address and her phone number. There were a couple of Michael’s code marks against her name. Angela wondered whether she had time to decipher them but decided to worry about that another day. She could always ask Michael when she saw him, I’m sure if I phrase it the right way he will have to tell me Angela concluded. Angela dialed Cindy’s number and after a couple of rings she heard that voice from the answering machine say Cindy Kennedy speaking.

"Hello Cindy, its Michael"

"Oh Michael you got my message great. Can you pick me up from my place? I don’t want to drive and that would mean we would have two cars there."

"You could drive and pick me up." Angela retorted sarcastically.

"You’re the man you have to pick up the girl" Cindy squeaked.

"OK I’ll pick you up at 7pm"

"Thank you Michael your such a darling, see you then."

"Yeah see you then Cindy"

With that the phone conversation was over. Angela put the phone down and felt like screaming. This little bint was a real piece of work, Angela wondered if she had any brains because she sure sounded like an airhead.

"Well my man, you had better get ready for your first date." Angela ordered herself. She wondered whether Michael had made it to work and how he was coping. "What could he see in Cindy" Angela wondered as she stripped and stepped into the shower. Twenty minutes later Angela was clean, shaved (bit of a trial), dressed and ready for action.

Smiling at her now male image in the mirror Angela picked up the mobile phone her wallet of cash and credit cards, her car keys and headed out to her nice car and roared off in the direction of Cindy Kennedy’s house. Pulling up in the drive he strode to the front door and knocked. The door opened and a tiny girl greeted Angela, no more than five foot two with jet-black hair down to her shoulders and emerald green eyes. Angela was at first speechless, this girl was beautiful, she was dressed in a robe and not much else as Angela could see her breasts pressing against the silk and she was barefoot. Her face was made up so she was only half ready.

"Hello honey" Cindy said first.

"Hi" was all Angela could get out.

"Don’t just stand there come in silly" Cindy’s voice was indeed childlike and she looked very young.

Stepping through the door Angela was caught by surprise as Cindy reached up and wrapped both arms around her neck and pulled her mouth to hers and started the most sensual kiss Angela had ever received. Angela found Cindy’s tongue in her mouth and decided to respond. Cindy was now pressing every inch of herself against Angela and Angela could do little but return the embrace by putting her arms around Cindy. The smooth fabric of Cindy’s robe gave Angela little to hang on to. She found herself running her hands over Cindy’s body from back to backside. Angela felt a squeezable arse cheek, which she caressed a bit feeling as though this would be the expected reaction that Michael would have given. Something else happened too, Angela’s body reacted to the warmth of Cindy’s groin pushing into hers. Angela’s cock began to react and Angela was again powerless to control it.

"Hmmm someone’s happy to see me" Cindy whispered into Angela’s ear.

While whispering Cindy dropped her hand to Angela’s crotch and deftly rubbed the now rock hard cock through Angela’s pants. All Angela could do was moan. Now she knew a little about male physiology. These dicks they had were uncontrollable. All she could think of was how to get Cindy closer to her cock.

"How can I resist a woman whose only wearing a robe and a smile" was Angela’s response.

Cindy stepped back from the embrace, and in one slick motion removed the robe.

"What about one only wearing a smile" said Cindy.

Angela stared at the young taught body before her, the breasts still able to defy gravity, the neatly trimmed pubic hair only just hiding her prized possession. The trim waist and smooth flawless legs. Angela’s cock twitched inside her pants.

"It’s still early honey, how about some fun?" said Cindy.

With that she turned and wandered out of the living room and through a door. Angela followed her until her found her in her bedroom. Cindy lay down on the end of her bed and ran a lazy finger through her pubic patch. Angela was already dropping her pants and her boxers. Her cock sprang out from under her shirt. It was dancing with anticipation.

"Oh my Michael you really are in need" Cindy cooed.

With that Cindy slowly parted her legs. Angela moved to Cindy and was about to position herself to drive her cock deep inside when she felt Cindy’s hands on her shoulders.

"Honey you know Cindy likes to have her fun first."

Cindy spoke these words as she gently pushed Angela down on her haunches until her face was now at eye level with Cindy’s pussy. She wants me to eat her out; I’m not going to put my tongue on some girl’s twat! Angela’s mind raced. Her hesitation caused Cindy to act. Her hands on Angela’s shoulders now gripped and drew Angela’s face in between her thighs, before Angela could react Cindy’s tiny hands showing a strength that belied her frame slipped behind Angela’s neck and pulled her into her groin until contact was made.

"Come on honey make Cindy squirm, I’ll make it up to you I promise."

Angela could only think of her cock and how much she wanted to cum, so with a sigh of resignation she flicked her tongue out over Cindy’s slit and began eating her first pussy. As it turned out it was an arduous task and Cindy was very demanding physically, pulling and positioning Angela, as she became wetter and wetter, Cindy also urged Angela on with promises to make her feel so good. Angela kept at her task driving her tongue in and out, licking and nibbling Cindy’s clit. It was then that she felt two feet begin to rub her hot shaft. Cindy was using her feet to stroke Angle’s dick. It did feel nice, too nice though and Angela once again felt that extreme rush as her cock splashed cum out and over Cindy’s toes. There wasn’t much though and Angela figured three orgasms’ in a day was pushing it.

"You sure were ready honey," Cindy said.

Now Angela just wanted to stop what she was doing, her need had been filled. Cindy however was still to cum and was still urging Angela on.

"Come on honey," cried Cindy

Angela reluctantly continued and felt Cindy’s legs clamp tight around her neck as she began to close in on her orgasm.

Cindy grabbed a handful of Angela’s hair and squeezed tight with her thighs as she began to cum. Moaning and groaning Cindy humped and bucked to a powerful climax. Angela was no more than an instrument. Finally Cindy released her vice like grip and Angela slumped back and looked up to see Cindy still writhing in ecstasy.

"Hmmm that’s better honey" Cindy whispered.

Angela for her part felt a bit let down, she had entered Cindy’s bedroom expecting more she guessed. And wasn’t she going to exact some vengeance on this girl who Michael had decided to see while they were together? Angela’s plans had gone a little off the rails here. Getting dressed again Angela wondered what to do next.

"Out you go honey, I have to get dressed now" Cindy said with a dismissive wave of her hand.

Angela trudged back to the living room, found the bathroom and washed her face. Then moving back to the living room she flicked on the television and sat down to wait.

Half an hour later Cindy appeared in the doorway. Angela looked up and saw a girl who could melt any mans resolve. She was dressed to kill all right. Tight short dress, hair up, legs in hose and heels, lips red and full, eyes sparkling.

"Shall we go honey"

"Ah yeah, sure Cindy" Angela replied distractedly, they made an attractive couple.

It wasn’t long into the drive to the nightclub that Angela knew there was little substance to Cindy Kennedy. The girl was beautiful but she was pretty dumb and basically uninteresting. Even so Angela could see Cindy on her arm again and hopefully she would get a chance to slip her prick in that tasty little cunt of hers. They arrived at the club and Angela did as Cindy asked and went to get them some drinks. It would be nice to be able to get bar service simply by leaning over others of smaller stature Angela thought, until she realised the guy behind the bar was serving as many women as he could. Finally Angela got their drinks and returned to Cindy. Ten minutes later and Cindy wanted to hit the dance floor. Angela wasn’t much into dancing but found herself being led by Cindy onto the crowded floor. Angela fulfilled her obligation for twenty minutes before convincing Cindy to take a break. The remainder of the night consisted of Angela buying the drinks Cindy drinking them and dancing as well as chatting to various friends that came along. Angela was getting a bit annoyed at the way Cindy just expected her to buy all the drinks as well chauffeur her here and home again, dance when ever she was asked. It was getting late in the evening when Cindy now quite drunk felt the need to snuggle her man. In a haphazard manner Cindy managed to maneuver Angela to a couch tucked away in a dark quiet corner of the nightclub. Angela found herself with Cindy draped over her and in a passionate kiss. Cindy slipped her hand between Angela’s thighs and massaged her tool through her pants. Angela for her part was again surprised at how easily she was aroused. She slipped a hand under the hem of Cindy’s short dress where she found nothing but Cindy! Did she wear panties here? Did she remove them last time she powdered her nose? Angela didn’t really care because she her hand on Cindy’s slit and slowly rubbing her clit which seemed more pronounced than earlier in the evening, still her fingers were getting the right reaction from Cindy just as Cindy’s hand was getting the right reaction from Angela. Angela found her other hand caressing one of Cindy’s breasts, which was responding accordingly. They continued to kiss and cuddle and grope for what seemed ages. Angela found this whole scene amazing because before the swap she would never have indulged in such conduct but now she was more into it than Cindy. Somewhere in all this lust Angela wondered how Michael was coping. His shift was probably over. Angela also wondered whether Michael had got through the night without a suggestion. Her thoughts were interrupted by Cindy cumming on her fingers while she moaned softly into her ear. Angela didn’t figure on how erotic this could be and promptly came in her pants.

After wandering vaguely around the employee lounge gazing at the sights that beheld him. Women wandering out of the shower area, some in towels some not! It was shift changeover for lots of areas within the hotel, like front of house, catering, and security and of course room service. Passing a row of lockers Michael saw his new name on one of them. Stepping up to it he rummaged through his purse and pulled his keys out. Flicking through the small bunch of keys Michael found what looked to be his locker key. Slipping the key into the lock and turning Michael found himself opening Angela’s work locker. A very mundane sight greeted him. His housekeeping uniform was there along with his room service uniform. A couple of pairs of shoes for each job and a pair of sneakers. There were a couple of street items hanging there as well. A pair of stretch stirrup pants and a shirt. On the shelf he found spare underwear and some other items that made his skin crawl. It was the packet of spare tampons that Angela must have kept at work for emergencies. Michael was immediately reminded that he may well be pregnant right now. Also there was deodorant, a razor, some perfume and a makeup bag. There was also a toothbrush and toothpaste, soap and a couple of brushes as well as hair clips and a hair band. There was a clean towel neatly folded next to these along side three packets of spare pantyhose!!!

"Bitch" cursed Michael.

"Who is?" a voice from behind the locker door called.

Closing the door slightly Michael saw a familiar face. It was Julie. Michael knew Julie; she worked with Angela in room service and housekeeping. She and Michael had chatted a few times and she’d been at Angela’s place quite often. Michael knew she was one of Angela’s best friends. He also remembered her from the previous Christmas party… boy did he remember her! That night Michael had been trying to find a quiet place to ring Cindy on his mobile to tell her he would see her the next night. Not wanting Angela to know anything and trying to be discreet he had made a toilet break excuse and had worked his away down a couple of hall ways so as not to be seen. After speaking with Cindy and securing his time with her the next night Michael was wandering back towards the party when he came across Julie. Just inside a spare office or room he caught sight of a couple. Taking a second glance through the slightly open door his eyes locked on Julie’s. How could he forget the look in her eyes, humiliation and embarrassment that Michael had seen her and shame for what she was doing. Julie was on her knees with her mouth around the cock of Don the room service manager. Don didn’t see Michael though; he was in a state of lustful haze, unlike Julie who looked utterly sad. Michael had moved on, not wanting to be noticed and made his way back to Angela and the party. He remembered how Angela had told him that Don was a bastard who used his position to harass female staff. Now as probably Julie’s best friend Michael guessed he was supposed know all the details about this episode.

"Who’s a bitch Ange?" Repeated Julie.

"Oh no one, just cursing my own stupidity" Michael answered.

Julie was much older than Angela was, Michael guessed she was nearly forty. He knew she had two teenage sons and was long ago divorced. She worked almost as often as Angela did in an effort to put her children Sam and Peter through school. She was in good condition for her years and had a real spark about her. Often partying as hard as anyone else and was always on some fitness kick or other.

"I thought you might have been cursing whoever got you into that getup" said Julie.

"No I wasn’t" Michael responded curtly hoping the topic would go away.

"It’s just that I thought you might have given in to Michael just to please him"

"No it’s my choice, I felt like a change, don’t you like the new me?" Michael groaned on the inside as he heard himself.

"That’s some version of new Angela" Julie said, as she did she began to remove her street clothes which reminded Michael he had to get changed too.

Michael watched Julie for a moment as she disrobed, he could not help but notice her taut body particularly when she was down to just her bra and panties. Shaking himself free from his little peep show he began to remove his own clothes. Unbuttoning his blouse and hanging it inside the locker he then removed his skirt. As quick as he could he attempted to don the room service uniform, problem was he just wasn’t good at dressing as a woman yet. Julie looked up to notice her friend’s struggles.

"Need a hand Ange?"

"No I’m alright" snapped Michael who was showing signs of frustration.

Before he got much further he felt Julie’s hands assisting him into the dress uniform. Allowing her to assist, Michael was dressed and a bit relieved he had Julie to help.

"Thanks Julie, I don’t seem to be myself today"

"It’s ok Ange we all have those days, it is that time?"

"Huh"

"Period time silly"

"Oh…. Probably is" Michael vaguely answered. He was more distracted about how good Julie’s hands had felt.

Both women were now dressed, Michael was compelled though to stay in his new shoes even though his feet were screaming for relief. Julie and Michael left the lounge and made their way down to room service where Tiffany and two or three others were sitting around waiting for orders to come in. There were two guys dressed in room service uniforms who both said hi to Julie and Michael when they entered. Michael made a point of reading their nametags before speaking to them. He also found himself sort of flirting with them both although he tried hard not to. The computer screen beeped and an order came up. Room 823. "Who wants it?" said the guy named Toby

"I’ll take it," said Tiffany who was up and out of the room and Michael guessed heading towards the kitchen to pick up the order.

"Wonder if that’s a big tipping job?" said Toby

"Probably" said the guy named Mike

"She scans the room occupants list first to see if there is any good opportunities" responded Toby.

Michael realised then that this job was about doing as many orders as you could and making your money from the tips. If he were to make a buck here he would have hustle more than he bargained on. The computer screen beeped again and again. Finally Michael found himself alone in the room service department. He hoped he wouldn’t be forced to do any orders even though he knew it was probably inevitable. He looked at the clock, which said seven o’clock. Perhaps the bulk of the requests were done and he might be able to sneak through the night. Just when he thought this might happen the computer screen beeped again. Room 1102. Michael looked around, looks like it’s me then he thought to himself. He made his way down to the kitchen, luckily he had passed it on the way in. He walked in and the chief started giving him instructions. He talked to Michael like he was dirt. Michael left the kitchen pushing the dinner trolley shaking his head at the arrogance of the chef. He deserved better treatment than that. He might not know what he’s doing but as Angela the chef would have known Angela was competent. He just liked belittling people because he could. Reaching the service lift Michael pressed up and waited. The meal he was delivering smelt nice and he realised at that time that he hadn’t eaten. The lift arrived and Mike came out pushing an empty trolley.

"See you tomorrow Ange"

"Are you finished?" Michael responded as he pushed the trolley into the elevator.

"Sure am, its just you three girls tonight"

Before Michael could respond the lift closed and began its upward journey. Michael knew he would have more work to do if there were only him Julie and Tiffany. The lift reached its floor and Michael pushed the trolley which while it was reasonably small he found difficult to maneuver, he was of course forgetting he was no longer a six foot tall strong man but a five foot five woman. Reaching the room Michael took a deep breath and pushed the buzzer.

The door opened and a woman greeted Michael in her thirties wearing a hotel robe.

"Ah dinner, bring it into the lounge" barked the woman who turned and walked away without even saying please.

Rude bitch Michael thought to himself as he struggled to push the trolley over the doorframe. Finally he managed to get the trolley into the lounge area where he was greeted by the sight of the woman and her husband or boyfriend who was also wearing a hotel robe sitting at the dining table. Michael pushed the trolley up against the side of the table and was about to leave when the woman spoke.

"Aren’t you going to serve us?" she demanded.

Michael didn’t know this was part of the deal.

"Yes madam, I’m sorry" he blurted,

"I should think so" the woman angrily retorted.

Michael began removing the lids from the meals and found himself standing around near the man. He figured he was just trying to stay away from the sharp-tongued witch but it was the scroll compelling him to entice men.

Finally he had performed his serving duty and was making his way out when the man cleared his throat and held out something for Michael. The tip! Michael realised he had almost forgotten to get it. Taking the note from the man and thanking him with a smile Michael turned and left without looking at what he had earned. Once he had the empty trolley outside he glanced down to view his reward.

"One dollar!" Michael groaned.

"All that hassle and he tips me one lousy dollar" Michael was a bit stunned.

He was fast realising his new life was going to be a hard slog. He returned to the room service lounge and Tiffany and Julie were chatting idly. Michael slumped down in a chair beside them and sighed loudly.

"What’s up?" said Julie

"Oh nothing, just fed up with this job" replied Michael

He was already realising this life was far inferior to his old life.

"You need a night out girl," said Tiffany.

Michael contemplated a night out with Tiffany before responding.

"Nah I just need a change," said Michael.

If only they knew what kind of change he really needed.

"Who needs a change?" came a man's voice from the doorway.

Standing there and leering was Don. His comment seemed laced with sleaze. Michael’s skin crawled as he noticed how Don looked at them. He was making no secret of his feelings. He was about forty-five a bit over weight and balding. All in all a very unappealing package.

"Nobody" replied Mary.

"Really Ms Kelly. I could have sworn Angela said she was looking for something different" Don’s sneering tone became more pronounced.

Mary just looked away and said nothing. The computer beeped another order and Tiffany not wanting to be in Don’s company any longer than she had too was onto it in a flash. Don sat down and made himself comfortable. Both Mary and Michael were hoping for the computer screen at this moment.

"So ladies what changes would you like to make to your lives then" Don continued to make conversation.

"You know what Don I’d like to see a change in my life and that would be to have never met you!" Mary’s outburst caught Michael by surprise.

"Maybe we should discuss this in private Mary" Don countered.

Mary knew she’d made a mistake and may well face the prospect of once again having to give Don some sexual favor or face unemployment. Before she could consider it though she heard Angela speak in a way she never deemed possible.

"Oh Mary, don’t be like that, Don is a man after all."

The words Michael spoke and the tone made him feel ill. Mary was dumbfounded; Don just smiled like a Cheshire cat. The computer screen beeped and Michael heard himself speak again.

"Why don’t you take that one Mary"

Mary was still stunned but took Michael’s offer and disappeared towards the kitchen.

Don kept making more and personal small talk and all Michael could do was encourage him. He even found himself trying to subtly flaunt himself to the utterly disgusting room service manager. He realised he was slowly working his dress hem higher and higher as he sat there, giving Don more and more of a peak at his legs. The scroll was compelling Michael to entice Don.

"Angela could you give me a hand with an order I need to personally deliver"

"Sure Don" Michael replied.

"Lets go then shall we"

"What about the next order Don?"

"Don’t panic I’m sure Mary and Tiff can handle the load while your away".

"Ok then" Michael chirped almost childlike.

He saw the broad grin on Don’s face, Michael felt ill. Five minutes later after passing Tiffany on her way back Michael found himself following Don into a room on the top floor. They entered into one of the plushest suites in the hotel, which was designed for couples looking for a romantic getaway. Tonight though the room looked unused. Michael knew why Don had them here though.

"Where’s the special order Don?" came Michael’s enquiry, hoping his feelings were wrong.

"Right here sweet cheeks" replied Don.

As he spoke he turned and faced Michael who saw a short fat cock poking out of Don’s pants and one of Don’s pudgy hands was stroking it to attention. Michael backed up, there was no way he was going to let Don near him.

"What’s your problem Angela, you were giving me the signal down there, I know you want it."

Michael began to redden at the embarrassment he felt and he could feel a tear start to well in his eyes. He was about to run from the room when Don Manson spoke.

"Wouldn’t you like to make your boss happy?" said Don.

Michael was now used to the next reaction. His face brightened his stance changed and he spoke.

"Of course Don" came the words Michael fought to stop.

"I’d really like to see your pretty mouth showing me how happy you are to work here Angela."

With that statement Michael found himself moving towards Don. As he reached him he dropped onto his knees and was confronted by Don’s twitching cock. Michael licked his lips and opened his mouth and took his boss’ cock deep inside his mouth. He felt Don’s hands on the back of his head as he began slipping his lips back and forth along the length of Don’s dick. Don made satisfied moans as Michael continued to suck him off. Michael was thinking how bad he felt when Don spoke again.

"Let’s not waste the moment Angela, why don’t we do this in bed?"

Releasing his mouth from Don’s cock all Michael could say was "Sure Don" in that horrible childish tone he used. Don was already disrobing as Michael stood up.

"Don’t be shy Angela, why don’t you slip out of that uniform and show me a bit more of your sexy body."

So while Don lay on the bed taking his shirt off Michael could nothing but perform a little slow strip, mainly because he didn’t quite know how to remove his dress properly. Finally he had his dress and panties off and stood there in the items he had purchased earlier in the day,

"Wow Angela!" Was all Don could say.

Michael stood there.

"Come along, hop up here and wrap those lips around Don’s hot meat then."

Don’s suggestion had a little bit more insistence in it. As Michael climbed onto the bed and knelt over Don’s cock he was worried. Was Don realising that he was getting whatever he asked for? If so then this situation could get far worse. Michael’s mind raced ahead to a time in the future, He saw himself stepping out of a wedding gown while Don removed his tuxedo and as Michael knelt before Don he heard him say "Mr.’s Manson you are one hot bitch! Now suck my cock dry, my little slut of a wife!"

Michael was panicked to the point of terror at this thought. He prayed to himself that Don would never realise why Angela was sucking him off.

Michael feared the worst as Don began to understand how to control Angela.

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Michael didn’t have time to ponder as he felt Don’s fat fingers working their way towards his pussy, clumsily trying to excite Michael. Michael though was more concerned that he might be not doing this to Don for the last time. Don manouvered Michael so that his cunt was now above Don’s face. Before long he felt hands on his hips dragging his cunt down to where Don could poke his tongue against the girls cunt. Michael soon felt what it was like to have his new pussy lapped at. He wondered if Don was any good at it and surmised that he probably never got this close normally to be any good. Meanwhile he got the feeling that Don was about to explode in his mouth. Don though had other ideas.

Michael felt Don’s hands on his hair pulling him off hid cock like he was using reigns to pull up a horse.

"Oh Angela your great. Now lets see what your like at fucking." Don was even more insistent and a little bit nasty.

"Why don’t you get on your back!" he said

Michael knew it didn’t matter now, Don had suggested it and he would comply. So Michael rolled over and lay on the bed. Don studied the girl for a moment.

"Get on your hands and knees" Don snapped.

Michael did nothing.

"Why don’t you play with yourself?" Don said.

Michael put his hand to his new equipment and began to stroke the spot that made him feel good. Don said nothing for a while; he sat there on his haunches watching Angela do whatever he suggested. A smile came over his face as he approached Angela.

"Why don’t you take your hand away and take my cock on your lovely pussy Angela?" Don suggested.

Michael could do nothing but obey.

"Hmmm was all Don could muster as he felt his hot prick slide inside Michael’s now moist slit. Michael lay there in slight shock, as he knew that Don had unlocked Michael’s secret.

"Angela why don’t you slip your ankles up over my shoulders?"

Michael now knew his life was probably over as he moved his legs to the point where they were draped over Don’s shoulders as he pounded his cock in and out. Don lent his weight forward until he could kiss Michael on the lips. Michael was now feeling totally used.

"So Angela I don’t know what going on, but I’m going to take advantage of the situation. Looks like Don Mason won’t have to blackmail the girls at this place with their jobs in return for sex anymore, now I have a little toy like you.

Michael felt doomed.

"Angela why don’t you tell me that you want to have sex with me all the time?" Don suggested.

Then in a rush of a couple of seconds, lots of things happened. Don began to gush his load inside Michael’s pussy. Michael began to tell Don that he wanted to have sex with him all the time and Mary and Tiffany strode into the suite carrying a tape recorder.

Everyone stopped; Don sat back on his haunches with a triumphant look on his face. Michael lay there wondering where the hell the pill was. Mary pressed a button on the tape recorder and Don’s voice crackled back his confession. Mary clicked the recording off after the confession. Don’s triumphant look turned to one of total dismay. Michael took the opportunity to get off the bed and grab his uniform.

Mary spoke first

"I don’t think Mr. Mason will be working here any more do you Tiffany?"

"Doubtful Mary" responded Tiffany.

Don just sat there unable to reply.

"You better be out of this hotel by the end of the week Don or this tape will find its way to all sorts of places. Do I make myself clear!" Mary’s words were sharp and serious.

"Yeah whatever" was Don’s sullen reply.

He’d worked at plenty of hotels in his life and if he could get out of this jam without that tape being heard he would soon be back in his element. He gathered up his clothes and went into the lounge of the suite to get dressed. Michael was now almost back in his uniform.

"Angela are you alright," Mary asked, worry showing all over her face.

"Yes I’m fine thanks Mary" Michael wasn’t fine though of course.

"When Tiffany told me she saw you heading this way with Don I knew you had engineered it to keep him away from me. You shouldn’t have done that, I could have done this myself, I was sure I d didn’t tell you about this though." Mary explained her plan.

"Must have told me last time we got drunk together Mary" Michael lied.

"Maybe I did" Mary said trying to work out how Michael had known.

"Never mind I got what I want from that bastard." Mary continued.

Michael started to realize what he had just done and a small amount of shock began to set in. It was one thing with Angela but to have all that sex with a man like Don. Michael shivered in disgust.

"You all right Ange?" asked Tiffany.

"Yeah Tiffany, I just feel dirty." Michael wasn’t telling any lies.

"Why don’t you stay here and have a shower, we can cover the load" Tiffany said.

"Yeah that would be good," said Michael.

The three women heard Don leave.

"Ok then well you come down when you’re ready, take your time" said Mary.

With a heartfelt hug from Mary they left. Michael was finally alone in the room. Moving to the bathroom he started up the shower hot and strong. Peeling his clothes off which took some effort as the corset had hooks along the back he was soon naked and under the steaming hot water. Taking a long time to thoroughly clean his pussy of all possible semen Michael relished the thought of being clean again. Not to mention that it looked like he would not see Don again. Putting on the complimentary robe Michael went into the lounge area of the suite and stretched out on the couch for a short nap he felt he needed to take in the events of this most tumultuous day. In fact the events of the day had caught up with him and he was quickly asleep.

Michael awoke to find Mary standing there with a coffee, which she offered to him.

"What time is it? Michael asked.

"2am Ange, knockoff time" Mary replied.

"Whoa I must have been tired."

"Yes well after tonight’s events I think we both deserve a rest."

"Is everything all right" Michael asked.

"Don’t worry Angela, Don Mason is out of our lives now. I have the cassette tape safely hidden until he’s gone from this place, this town!"

"He’ll probably find it" Michael said with resignation in his voice.

Mary may have thought Michael was thinking of all of them but he was thinking of the scenario if Don Mason didn’t leave town or the hotel and how he could find himself deep in sexual servitude, maybe for life!

"I don’t think he’ll be getting too close to it" Mary’s reply sounded confident.

Mary Lifted the hem of her skirt until her crotch area was exposed. There tucked inside her pantyhose was the tape. Mary dropped her skirt and smiled at her young friend. Michael’s faced showed a cheery smile, Mary was indeed going to ensure Don never got near that tape.

"So you want to come back for a couple of drinks or head home?"

Mary’s offer was not that unusual, the two women often shared a few drinks at each others place after work, normally after Sunday night though. Tonight of course was different.

"Give me a few minutes to think about it please Mary"

"Sure thing, tell you what, I’ll leave you to get dressed and I’ll meet you in the lounge. Let me know what you want to do?"

"Ok Mary, I’ll see you in five minutes."

Mary left her friend with a smile and disappeared from the suite. Michael was again alone but now he felt a little better. He pondered what to do. He could go home, Angela might be there? And they could work out how to change back, he scotched that thought, neither of them knew how they changed so how the hell would they know how to change back. Angela might not even come back to her house either. Michael picked up the phone and dialed Angela’s place. No answer, redialing his mobile he got his voicemail talking back to him. Waiting for the beep he left a message.

"Angela I am going to Mary’s place for a drink, can you please meet me at your place early in the morning so we can work out how to get out of this mess."

Michael added a comment to the effect he might learn a few of Angela’s secrets. Michael also made this choice based on the fact that being at Mary’s was safer for him. No chance of being compelled by the scroll if there were no men about to entice. He hurriedly got dressed, although he once again struggled with the hooks on the corset and made his way cautiously down to the employee lounge. Michael saw Mary now dressed in he street clothes waiting for him.

"Coming over then?"

"Yes Mary, thanks, I will"

"Do you want to change first?"

"Um no I’ll need to wash this uniform before tomorrow night it smells of him"

"Yeah true… grab what you need and we’ll get out of here."

"Not soon enough for me" Michael finished the conversation for the moment.

Once he had his street clothes, such as they were Michael joined Mary and they went to their cars.

"See you there" called Mary

"Ok" replied Michael who instantly realised he wasn’t exactly sure where Mary lived.

Better keep close he thought. He climbed quickly into Angela’s car and made sure he was right behind Mary as they left the car park. As he followed Mary home he wondered what the two women normally talked about. "I guess I’ll find out soon enough" Michael answered himself.

Angela wondered how she could have got in this position. She had planned to teach Cindy a thing or two for being involved with Michael. She had planned on leaving her at the nightclub to find her own way home! Angela had visualized Cindy stuck outside the nightclub with no money and no transport, having to ask someone for a lift home. She’d probably have to earn it too!

Now as she lay in bed beside Cindy who was sleeping, Angela marveled at her breasts as they raised and lowered with each breath. Cindy’s nipples like two tiny teats made for sucking. Angela was confused, she didn’t like women? She had never had a lesbian thought, ever. Now she lay next to a young pretty woman and she was feeling nothing but lust. Angela could only think of driving her cock inside Cindy at the first opportunity or seeing her wrap her perfect lips around the dick she now possessed. Even these thoughts made her erect. Angela could not believe how often her new phallus became hard. Women had always joked about men and their dicks but now she was starting to understand. She wanted to have more sex but seeing as Cindy was asleep and she had so much sex Angela decided she did need to sleep. As she drifted off she placed a hand between Cindy’s thighs and gently stroked her new lovers slit. Cindy gave a sleepy moan and Angela closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep still elated at the turn of events that had changed her life.

It was a surprise to Angela when she woke, she was totally erect, harder than perhaps at anytime yesterday. Glancing at the clock she was surprised to see it was already 10am. Adjusting her gaze she took in the sight of Cindy lying sleeping beside her. Angela felt so horny; she just had to do something with this dick. She pondered whether to take matters into her own hands so to speak, something she hadn’t tried yet, or wake Cindy?

Angela rolled over and wrapped her new big arms around the Cindy and gave her a hug. Cindy stirred and smiled up at Angela before reaching up and kissing her full on the mouth. Angela returned the kiss with income by slipping her tongue deep inside Cindy’s mouth. The kiss lingered and Angela found herself reaching out and caressing one of Cindy’s breasts before slipping her hand lower. She was rewarded with the thrill of Cindy’s fingers wrapping themselves around her cock. The foreplay continued for a while. The positions and actions changing but the passion kept building. Angela needed release and Cindy was eager to assist but she wanted to be first. Once again Angela felt Cindy’s hands on her shoulders pushing her down her young firm body. Angela gave a secret sigh and slipped below the covers into darkness. She felt Cindy’s leg rise past her chest and her foot replace her hands which could no longer reach. Cindy used her foot to push Angela down into position. The smell of Cindy was right under Angela’s nose. Reluctantly she flicked her tongue out to be greeted with the tart taste of pussy. Cindy’s legs wrapped around Angela like two pythons capturing their prey as Angela licked and tongued Cindy’s slit. Angela wondered if all women tasted the same. Soon though Cindy was bucking and moaning loudly as an orgasm gripped her. Angela for her part had he hair pulled her face mashed against Cindy’s pubic bone and her back punched as Cindy went wild. Angela was amazed how strong such a little girl could be.

Then it was over; Angela again tasted the juices of female cum and knew she’d never develop a taste for it. Creeping up to lay next to Cindy again Angela started to think of herself and her need. Clumsily she pushed her rock hard cock towards Cindy’s cunt while continuing to caress the girls other sensitive spots. Angela was just about in position when Cindy got up out of bed and said she needed to pee. Angela watched frustrated as Cindy’s naked body walked away out of the bedroom. She lay wondering what to do, minutes passed as she heard Cindy moving around the house doing whatever women do naked on a Sunday morning. More minutes passed and turned into half an hour, things weren’t going to plan, and Angela was in need of sex so much it hurt. Rising from the bed Angela also naked made her way through the house until she walked into the bathroom and spied Cindy leaning over the basin brushing her teeth. Without a thought Angela moved up behind her and put her hands around her waist. Cindy turned to say something but Angela would have none of it. Pushing hard with her hips Angela forced herself on Cindy; her prick finding its mark, which was still moist and accepting. Violently Angela bucked back and forward. Cindy could only grunt but was trying to protest and struggled against Angela’s grip but could not free herself. Angela was possessed, pushing hard and quick seeking nothing more than release. Cindy felt like a passenger rather than a participant. Before either had time to rationalize the situation Angela was spewing hot cum deep inside Cindy. Growling low Angela pushed in as hard he could and shook with the force of her orgasm. After a moment of total calm Angela came to her senses, looking into the bathroom mirror she saw Cindy’s face, streaked with tears and still sobbing.

Angela withdrew from Cindy and ran from the bathroom, horrified at what she had just done. She didn’t know where to run and went back to the bed and pulled the covers over her head and began to sob herself. Angela didn’t know how long she stayed there but finally she felt another body in bed with her. Like a condemned man she slowly surfaced from under the blanket to see Cindy looking down at her. Cindy had a poker face on and Angela didn’t know what to say.

"Feel like a real man now do we?" Cindy asked accusingly.

"I’m sorry Cindy that was an awful thing to do" Angela was genuine in her contrition.

"Michael I don’t know how many times I’ve told you. Leave a mess and you clean it up!" Cindy stated.

Angela looked up at Cindy with bewilderment on her face. Cindy simply spread her thighs wide and with her delicate hands pulled apart her pussy lips.

"You know the rules Michael, now clean up that mess!"

Angela was dumbfounded, Cindy expected Michael to somehow remove her cum from her insides.

"Oh come on Michael get that tongue of yours over here now" Cindy screamed!

Angela now knew what was expected, if she hadn’t behaved so badly she would have got up and walked out. Considering the way she had treated Cindy by forcing her to have sex Angela knew she had to make things right. Slowly she moved herself between Cindy’s thighs until her face was in front of Cindy's snatch. For the third time in a less than a day Angela put her tongue to Cindy’s pussy. This time though there was an added detraction. This time she tasted her own cum as she begrudgingly licked her lover clean as best she could. Cindy demanded nothing but total obedience in this task and continually urged Angela to make sure she had it all. As Angela worked at licking Cindy clean she decided that it would be a while before she re-visited this little tart!

Michael was now comfortably inside Julie's house and sipping a glass of wine while sprawled out on the couch. Julie returned from her bedroom wearing a robe, that looked, to be covering a nightie and her feet were adorned with big fluffy socks. Plopping down on the couch beside Michael and picking up her glass of wine Julie proposed a toast.

"Too seeing the last of Don Mason" Julie proclaimed as she clinked her glass with Michael's.

Michael was more interested in the fact that his stocking feet were now buried somewhere under Julie's body.

"You know Angela there was no need to go to such lengths with Don"

"Well how else were you going to get the information you wanted?"

"I guess, playing like a sex robot caused him to lower his guard?"

"I guess" was all Michael could offer to the discussion.

He knew better of course but it certainly helped explain away what he was doing. Anyway Julie's bare rump on his toes was more interesting. Michael was having trouble working out whether he was excited by Julie or not. Certainly there was no physical reaction, yet he felt somehow excited. The wine was strong though.

An hour later after plenty of idle chatter about nothing in particular Julie suggested that her friend should get out of that uniform and into something more comfortable. Had Michael been in his own body that suggestion would have met with a different reaction no doubt, to Angela though Julie was just being a friend.

"Thanks Julie but I better be going" Michael replied and began to uncoil himself from his position on the couch.

"Your not going anywhere girl" Julie cautioned. "You've had way too much to drink!"

"Rubbish" Michael replied and began to get up.

He'd only had three or four glasses of wine; nowhere near his usual limit. The fact that he nearly crashed through the glass coffee table while taking his first step only to be dragged to the safety of the couch by Julie reminded Michael quickly he was now Angela, who wasn't a big drinker.

"I guess I'm not going anywhere" Michael conceded.

"Funny about that" Julie giggled.

"Look just stay there and I'll get you something to wear to bed and we'll put that uniform in the wash."

Julie disappeared towards her bedroom and the now intoxicated Michael began to clumsily disrobe. In fact he did better job of removing the uniform now than when he was sober. Michael wondered whether he was developing the skill of dressing and undressing as a woman. He didn’t want to master that really. He now staggered into Julie's bedroom where she was going through her nightie's looking for something suitable for her young friend. Standing beside Julie Michael gazed through bleary eyes into the draw filled with a myriad of nightwear items. While Julie was carefully considering possibilities Michael's compelled mind saw what he wanted and plucked it from the draw.

"This will do fine, " said Michael

"Are you sure?" was Julie's slowly worded response.

"Yep, do you reckon it looks sexy Julie?"

"Well it should, I bought it to seduce a certain guy a few years back" Julie explained.

Michael held the sheer red baby doll nightie against his female frame and studied the look in the mirror.

"If you're happy in that then you might as well wear it. You seem to have developed a new style Ange."

"Thank you Julie I'll put it on now" Michael could hear his words were slurred and his balance was still uneven.

"Ok well you put it on and grab a robe. I'll put your uniform in the wash" Julie said as she disappeared from the bedroom.

Struggling with the corset Michael finally got out of all his underwear and slipped the nightie over his head and pulled it down over his breasts. He looked in the mirror and saw a wobbly woman dressed for bedroom antics. He wondered whether Julie liked women?

"There's a pair of panties to go with that Angela, they should be in the draw somewhere" Julie called from another part of the house.

Rifling through the draw Michael found the knickers in question and slipped them on, they were satin and felt really nice against his pussy although they barely covered it. Looking around Michael found the wardrobe containing all Julie's dresses and skirts and robes. The flimsy one that didn’t cover much caught Michael's eye and was soon wrapped around him.

Moving awkwardly back to the lounge room he found Julie tidying up a bit. Michael picked up his glass and downed the remains. He picked up bottle and poured the dregs into his glass. Although it was barely more than a few drops he drank it down.

"I think we've had enough for tonight Ange, don't you?"

"I guess so. What do we do now?" replied Michael.

"Well my girl it's 3:45am so I think sleep is the order of moment." Julie said.

"Ok well lets get to bed then" said Michael.

"Good night Angela" Julie said as she headed for her bedroom.

Michael stood for a moment and wondered. Angela would know where to sleep if she was here but she wasn't. In his drunken state Michael decided he knew where he normally slept and headed there. Slipping off his robe he climbed in beside Julie who was stunned to find Angela in bed next to her.

"What are you up too Ange?"

"Don't I sleep here" Michael was too drunk to say anything else.

"Nooo you don't, you usually use Pete's room as he is at college" Julie was a bit flustered by this strange event.

"Oh right" Michael replied sheepishly, "Sorry Jules" Michael added as he got out of bed and grabbing his robe headed to Peter's room somewhere in the house he knew little about.

"Goodnight Angela" Julie called out.

"Goodnight Julie" Angela called back as she wandered around looking for her room.

Minutes later Angela found a young mans room and was soon asleep.

It was 5:00am when his mates dropped off Sam after a big Friday night out. The young 18 year old was still mastering the art of drinking and staggered wearily to his front door and did his best to enter quietly. Julie stirred slightly cocked an ear and heard her son make it safely inside. She then began a deeper sleep knowing her boy was home. Sam had spent the nights with his friends chasing women, well girls actually at the local bars. They ended up at a strip club slipping dollar bills in the g-strings of the dancers. Unsteadily Sam disrobed in the darkness until he was naked. With a stretch and a yawn he made his way towards his bed, his erection leading the way.

Michael had entered a sound sleep minutes after hopping into bed. Sam found his bed just, and climbed in but he thought he was so drunk that he imagined one of the strippers was in his bed. He giggled at that thought and wrapped his arm around his dream. Michael stirred slightly and thought he was dreaming of being cuddled when he heard slurred words come from over his shoulder. Sam liked this drunken dream, it felt soft too, his erection met resistance in the form of a soft backside covered in satin.

"Hmmm baby why don't you show Sam how you milk his meat!" Sam suggested to his dream.

Michael was only half-awake and just coming to realisation that he hadn't been dreaming of being cuddled, in fact he was being cuddled! Before he could extract himself from the young boys grip he heard Sam's drunken wish. And once again Michaels mind watched helplessly as his body began to obey the suggestion. Without breaking the contact of Sam's cock against his backside Michael deftly removed his panties rolled over almost onto his stomach parted his thighs and pushed back against the hard-on behind him. Sam still in wet dream land pushed forward and found warm wet pussy enveloping his raging cock. Michael could only moan encouragement to the young stallion as he withdrew and charged again. Michael was well and truly awake now and thrusting back to meet Sam's cock. Sam was close to waking and also to cumming, something he was not unfamiliar with. Waking up in a pool of his own spunk after dreaming of getting laid for the first time was something Sam did regularly. In his dreams (and this one was no different) he always spoke to his lover so it was a shocked Michael who heard the following pre-orgasmic statements come from Sam's mouth.

"Oh babe you feel great, you love Sam's cock. You can't get enough of it babe. Your gonna make Sam's cock happy whenever he needs it babe."

And as those words left his slurred lips he came in buckets inside Michael and Michael felt a shrinking feeling between his legs and a sinking feeling in his head as the words uttered by the drunken boy became program code in Michael's mind. Michael had a headache from the wine and a pussy full of spunk from Sam, why hadn't he got the rooms right. Pete's room was of course the next one along the hall. He had to get into Sam's bed didn't he. Sam was already asleep behind him and Michael looked at the clock, which said 5:15am. How was he going to explain this to Angela… or Julie!

If Michael hadn't been so drunk he would have removed himself from this bed and made his way to Peter's room and hoped Sam would not realise the reality of his dream. With Sam sound asleep behind him and with the bed nestled against a wall Michael was trapped where he lay. Cum was slowly leaking out of his pussy, he could not believe how much there was, he guessed Sam was just a young fit boy who produced in buckets.

He nodded off to sleep again for a couple of hours but was woken by movement. Sam stirred, found a woman in his bed! He almost wet himself. Gathering his composure, he checked he was in 'his' room. Gently ran his hand along the body of the damsel in his bed, found soft skin somewhere below the backside, got an erection, moved closer to the sleeping body, felt his cock make contact with pussy, felt the body respond slightly, pushed a little with his cock, found the body respond a bit more before he finally spoke.

"Who are you?"

Michael was trapped, he quietly announced himself to the young son of his good friend.

"What are you doing here?" Sam inquired.

"Wrong room I guess" Michael answered honestly.

Sam was coming around now, shock will do that to you. As he did he remembered hopping into bed a few hours earlier and dreaming.... "shit" he almost shouted it.

"What?" asked Michael.

"We did it! Didn’t we?" Sam was wide-awake now.

"Yes we did Sam," replied Michael.

Michael may as well not hide it, besides the words Sam had uttered in his drunken sleep come stupor were already working on Michael, he felt a genuine love for Sam's cock and felt he couldn't get enough of it. And as it was just moments ago sticking up hard against his naked pussy Michael was compelled to be near it. With that Michael, who'd now rolled over to face Sam, eased his pussy forward so that it made contact with Sam's slightly shock-reduced cock. Of course the effect was immediate on Sam and all Michael could do was 'love' Sam's cock. He even told Sam so, using all his female sex appeal in repeating Sam's words verbatim. Michael finished with the words "I'm going to make sure Sam's cock is happy whenever he needs it!"

As Michael placed a small hand around Sam's rampant dick he mentally grimaced at the situation. As he slipped Sam's cock up against his much-used slit he wondered how he was going to tell Julie what he had done. As he placed a hand on Sam's trembling backside and coaxed it forward he wondered how he could be having sex with a man for the fourth time in less than twenty-four hours. As Sam slid his young and quite large cock deep inside, Michael also wondered how he was going to tell Angela what he'd done to her body since he last saw her. As Sam swung Michael around and mounted him doggy style and fucked with all his might Michael wondered if he'd ever be able to leave Sam's side, or his dick! And as Sam poured another bucket load of cum into Michael the new woman pondered a life as the devoted girlfriend or wife of Sam, ten years his junior and full of sexual energy that a sex toy like Michael could only encourage.

Sam was too spent to think about the almost unbelievable situation he was in. Michael though was thinking quickly. Kissing Sam he said he had to take a shower and get out of this room before Julie woke. She put a finger to Sam's lips preventing him from speaking and asking him to say nothing, especially to his mum. And not under any compelling wish Michael reached down and gently stroked Sam's cock before hopping out of bed, grabbing her panties and heading for the bathroom.

Michael found his clothes from yesterday and hit the shower. He must have spent an eternity under the hot stream trying to work out how he could escape this nightmare. Finally he was clean and dried and dressed. As he exited the bathroom he ran into Julie who was up but not much more than that. She yawned a tired hello to Angela as she passed on her way to the kitchen. Michael tried to keep his mind focused on anything but Sam's cock and was doing well. He was eating some toast with Julie in the kitchen when the young man wandered in, wearing a pair of shorts and t-shirt. Julie chastised her son for dressing so immodestly when they had company, but her sharp witted child responded he wasn't aware Angela was here. His knowing smile though to his new lover didn't quite get passed Julie who was forced to wonder a bit. As he sat and poured himself a juice he tried to make eye contact with Angela but she seemed a bit distant and unresponsive. Michael was battling the compunction to reach under the table and grab Sam's equipment.

Julie announced she had to do some grocery shopping and could her son tidy up the kitchen for her while she was gone. She headed for the shower and bid Angela a farewell if she was gone when Julie finished. No sooner had the sound of water running reached their ears and Michael and Sam were all over each other. The feel of Sam's cock in his mouth made Michael's body quiver but made his brain hurt. Each inward stroke from Sam brought more humiliation for Michael. Of course when he exploded in Angela's mouth Sam was elated, he couldn't wait to tell his mates about the events of the last few hours. Michael barely got himself composed when Julie wandered out dressed and ready to leave. She told Angela she'd need to pop her uniform in the dryer and that she was welcome to do that here. Michael said he would although he wanted a reason to escape. Julie reminded Sam he better make sure everything was clean before she got back and to help Angela with anything she needed.

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Julie headed out to the store a little pre occupied; something wasn't right between her son and her workmate. She couldn't put a finger on it but was sure she would. Sam gave Angela everything she needed as she lay on her back on the kitchen table! Cleaning up was never so much fun for Sam as he and Angela moved from one room to the next screwing their brains out before cleaning up!

Angela didn't need much encouragement to get out of Cindy's bed and out of her house. He stopped at a cafe and bought the strongest coffee he could to try and erase the morning from his taste buds. It was about 11am when Angela arrived back at his new address. Checking the machine he found no new messages except for one from Cindy thanking him for the great night. Nothing from Michael though, Angela wondered how the shift at the hotel had gone and cautiously dialed his old number. After it rang out and he tried again Angela began to worry that Michael had run into some trouble. He was about to race over to his old place but caught himself. 'Her problem' he muttered to himself, as he jumped into a hot shower to freshen up instead. Angela got dried and dressed and grabbed the Sunday paper he'd bought with his coffee and sat down for a leisurely read. He began to realise that he didn't have the weight of the world hanging over him now, and the stress of his old life was gone. Nothing to worry about until work at the dealership tomorrow. He hoped he was good at selling cars.

Michael looked at the bedroom clock in Julie's room. It had just ticked past 11am, and as Sam pumped away Michael felt bad that he was having sex in Julie's bed. Sam didn't seem to think so though, for him it was just another little turn-on. Michael couldn't believe how many times Sam could get hard in one morning, since Julie left an hour ago he must have cum four times. Once while Julie was in the shower, the second time on the kitchen table after she left, again in the laundry while bent over the washing machine and now he was making an all to familiar sound. Surely he had nothing left to give? Wrong again Michael thought to himself as Sam grunted, groaned and unloaded. After Sam was done Michael tried to think fast. He had to get out of here before Julie came home as it would sure look suspicious. He felt that unless Sam made any suggestions he could say he had to get home.

Michael sucked in his pride as he planted a gentle kiss on Sam's lips before speaking.

"Ok sweetie I have to get going before your mum gets home as she is sure to think something fishy is going on. I love your cock Sam so don't worry we will get to play some more real soon. I have things to do though and I want you to just say nothing and be a good boy for me. Ok?" Michael paused and hoped Sam wouldn't say anything that could be a suggestion.

"Ok Angela, your right, my mum will work things out I'm sure. God your hot though babe," Sam replied.

"Great honey, well I'm going to get dressed, grab my uniform from the dryer and get going." Michael said as he rummaged for his things.

"Ok babe, geeze you've got a good arse. I don't know what I did right, but the gods sure smiled on me today. You have got the lot babe, backside, legs, and imagination. And to think I normally don't fancy dark haired girls, I'm more into blondes the over confident teenager spruked."

"Well I'm glad you think I'm so hot Sam," Michael replied.

"Yeah, well you are Angela; still I reckon you'd look hot as a blonde." Sam said as he lay on his mother's bed naked.

Michael felt something go off in her head. The whole idea of her as a hot blonde was now locked in place by Sam. She had to get out of here before Sam said anything else. With his corset in place and his garters snapped to his stockings Michael stepped into his pumps. She was looking for the mini skirt and blouse which were somewhere in the house. She headed to the laundry and grabbed her uniform. Finding her skirt on the kitchen floor and her blouse in the living room Michael was now dressed. She returned to find Sam snoring, on his mother's bed. The combination of the big night out and the morning sex romp was too much, even for a fit teenage boy. Michael wondered what to do, she couldn't leave Sam laying there naked, on his mother's bed. She had to get him to his own room. Michael would have preferred to just get out of the house but she felt like she needed to save Sam, after all she loved Sam's cock and didn't want it to be in trouble. Michael bent down and tried to wake Sam who stirred and rolled over. Michael cursed to nobody in particular and tried again without success. She moved up to shaking the young man awake but he refused to budge. Michael had to wake Sam, slowly it dawned on her. Michael knelt down beside Sam and ran her fingers along his flaccid shaft. Back and forwards her nails made little tracks in his pinkish skin. The response was quick and soon a hard bouncing dick sprang from Sam's groin. He was stirring now of course but Michael couldn't help herself now. She knew this action was dangerous but it's all she had. The sight of the cock before her only made Michael's mouth water and she gave in to the compulsion and slipped her lips over Sam's cock. The scroll's power had her now as she began to deep throat the teenager. This of course woke him completely and his delighted groans told Michael she had managed to stir Sam. Michael knew also that she was once again trapped there as she sucked. Luck finally fell for her though as Sam pushed Angela off his member. Michael looked at Sam with a mixture of surprise, relief and disappointment.

"Angela that's a nice way to say goodbye but honestly I'm so tender I can't stand it!"

"Oh" was all Michael could muster as she stood up and straightened herself out.

"It's ok isn't it? I mean if you want to keep going you can." Sam said almost apologizing for refusing this vixen.

"No that's ok babe, I was only trying to wake you so your mother didn't find you here. I just love that cock so much I can't get enough of it." Michael replied as she made moves to leave.

"Shit, yeah thanks, the game would be up if mum had come home. Thanks Angela, you really are the best. I reckon you should always say goodbye to me with a blow job, hehehe."

Michael could only wince inwardly at Sam's last suggestion but at last he was able to back out of Julie's bedroom gather her things and get out of the house. Sam was going about rearranging things to cover the lover's tracks. Michael's last vision of Sam was his naked butt as she went out the front door. Finally on the road it was a while before Michael realised he was heading to the wrong home. He was heading to Angela's place, why he didn't know for sure. He figured she'd be there although Michael now doubted he knew much of anything anymore. What he did find himself doing though, was stopping at a supermarket and buying a home hair treatment in blonde. He knew he must have been a sight in his little skirt and stockings wandering up the aisles on this Sunday lunchtime. Back in Angela's car without incident Michael decided to continue on to his girlfriend's apartment. He hoped that she would be there and that they could somehow sort this mess out.

As Angela lounged in her newly acquired apartment she couldn't get the thought that Michael wasn't home, out of her head. She tried the phone again but still no answer. She fought the urge to head to her old place and see if he was there. As she went to the bedroom to grab her car keys the sight of the magazines from last night greeted her. A half hour later the copy of Shaved & Sexy had worked its magic on Angela. Gaining her composure she was amazed at how easily the idea of sex, even just with herself, could block out all else around her.

Michael arrived at Angela's apartment and flopped down on the unmade bed wearily. What the last twenty-four hours had done to his state of mind was amazing. So many things had happened that were beyond his control. Could he ever be the same man again when he got his body back? The memories of the things he'd done would haunt him forever. He let out a long sigh as he looked around his potential new abode. Standing up and stretching his over used body he slipped the little skirt off and then his panties which were more than a little stained from the night's activities. He unclipped the bra and allowed his breasts their freedom. He ran his hands through his hair and wondered how he would cope if this became his life forever? He couldn't be some housemaid for the rest of his life, serving others needs all the time and the pay Angela got was really basic and he knew she was pretty deep in debt from the days when her mother had been sick. Where they his debts now? If this situation lasted for any length of time Angela would have to pay those bills from his assets, it was only fair. He'd tell her so when he saw her. Where was she? "I bet she's at my place" Michael whined. He went to the phone and dialed his place but got the answering machine. Hearing his voice saying "be good and leave me a message" now made his skin crawl. Michael hung up the phone as tears began to stream down his cheeks.

Angela heard the phone ring as she opened the car door. She had already locked up so decided the machine could answer it. Angela threw a bag into the back seat and headed across town to her old address, she had ignored her concerns for long enough she had to find out if Michael was ok. If he was he was in for a chewing out.

Michael cried for quite some time and it was only interrupted by the phone ringing. Michael thinking it was Angela jumped on the call, only to be greeted by Sam's voice. He was just calling to see if Angela had got home ok and to tell her he loved their day together. Michael was careful and tried to steer the chat so as to avoid any suggestions which he was able to do. Sam wanted to know if Angela would be free tonight but Michael declined with a promise to catch up during the week. Once he'd hung up Michael returned to the bedroom and the hair color packet lay on the bed amongst the contents of the draw emptied out yesterday. Michael picked up the hair colour and read the instructions and he also picked up the contraceptive's packet and popped Sunday's pill out and took it. Michael undressed put the color through his hair and showered.

Angela pulled up outside her old apartment and was a little relieved to see her car in its spot. She checked the time on her Rolex. Two-twenty in the afternoon almost a day since she became a man she noted. If this day was anything to go by she hoped she would have many more as a man.

Michael heard the knock at the door and cautiously called out asking who it was. Hearing his old voice answer from outside brought much relief.

Angela stood a little stunned at the blonde version of herself that greeted her. Michael had dyed her, rather his hair and stood in a robe with an exasperated look on his face. He turned and headed silently inside and Angela followed. Michael headed to the bedroom and slumped onto the bed. Angela noticed the contents of the drawer spread out on the bed and to further disbelief a pair of stockings and a garter belt lying on the floor beside her mini skirt.

"What happened to you Michael," Angela asked with interest.

"That damned curse! That's what." Michael answered.

"Did you go to work?"

"Yes I did."

"What's with the hair?"

"Long story Angela, what we need to do is to get switched back, now!"

"Sweetie first of all how do we do that, second you look great as a blonde, third where have you been all night. Since work finished I mean?" Angela was quickly in control.

"I don't want to talk about it. Ok?"

"Babe you've got to tell me everything." Angela insisted now.

"No I won't!"

"Is that right? I'm sure you'd like to tell me all about your sexy adventures babe." Angela worded her demand as a suggestion.

"Oh god," was all Michael could say as he heard the suggestion.

"And I think it would be hot if you told me dressed like you were earlier." Angela added.

As Michael felt the compulsion he began to tell his story, blow by ugly blow and at the same time he slipped his panties and bra back on and then the garter belt. As he began the episode with Don he sat and slid his stockings up his legs and snapped them in place. By the time he got to Sam he was fully dressed in his seductive outfit. Angela listened in amazement as Michael was unable to leave out even the slightest detail. As the story unfolded Angela began to get a now familiar feeling in her crotch. Michael finished by saying he wished he never had a day like that again. Angela sat silently.

"That was some night girl. Never in my wildest dreams could ever have achieved what you have." Angela said after a while.

"Well it's mostly your fault Angela." Michael said.

"Yes well maybe it was." Angela replied with a giggle.

"Look at me Angela; I'm a walking sex toy!"

"Oh babe you're all that and more." Angela said teasingly.

"Angela I can't be you anymore. I want my life back."

"Oh really, the one that dates Cindy while you fuck me? And god knows who else, that's some little black book mister!" Angela's sudden terse reply leveled Michael's bravado.

"Oh, you know about her then?"

"Know about her? I dated her last night! She's some little minx that one." Angela added.

Michael was silent at that revelation. Angela was taking over his life! He did not want to take over hers, especially when he thought about his compulsion.

Angela looked at Michael and one thing was on her mind, sex! It was amazing that was all that she could think of right now and having the perfect sex object here with her was all the better.

"So Ange baby, what are we going to do tonight? I'm feeling pretty randy and my god, in that outfit 'I' never looked hotter. I bet you wished I was a wench when you owned this." Anglea finished with a grope at her crotch.

"Well if you were more sexual I would have been more faithful Ange." Michael almost wished he hadn't uttered those words.

"Oh really now. Well let's see what kind of girl you wanted then, shall we." Angela whispered mysteriously.

Angela picked up the small bag she'd brought with her and emptied the contents onto the now, very cluttered bed. A selection of Michael's favourite porn magazines and some of his more outlandish condoms now lay before him. Also there were a pair of fur covered hand-cuffs and a gag with a red ball. Angela picked up the copy of Shaved & Sexy and just grinned.

Last Updated on August 24 2006

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Author's Note: This story was one of the 'lost' ones I was working on when the site was closed. Thanks to Eric who sent me a copy of the text. It is one of my favourites.

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