oral

Oral Fixation

by Angela J.

Jake Mitchell took another cigarette puff and remembered what
the doctor had told him. "You have to quit smoking! It's killing
you."

Jake looked around and saw the junior officers gathered around
the President. They were all laughing, seemingly enjoying
themselves at the corporate party. Butt kissers, every one of
them. He of course was no different. In fact he wouldn't have
become the youngest Vice President in the corporation if it
weren't for his talents as a butt kisser. Any other day, he
would be laughing at the President's stupid jokes like the rest
of them. But today was different. His wife had just divorced
him. Worse yet, the court awarded her full custody of their
children. Neglect was the claim. How ironic? He was charged with
neglect because he worked his butt off for them. Now, he was
alone. What's worse, his health was failing him. According to
his doctor, he could die soon and all he had to show for his
life was his precious job.

He had to take control of his life again. The first step was to
quit smoking. Get his health back and then take care of his
personal life.

Who was he kidding? Jake knew he couldn't quit. Sure he quit
before for a short period. But he always smoked again. His
addiction to the stuff was too strong. It was hopeless. Besides,
his life was beyond 'fixing'.

"You look depressed?" a woman's voice. "Can I do anything to
cheer you up?"

Jake knew her well. Susan was one of the young up-and-comers.
Beautiful. He could definitely think of something she could do
to cheer him up. With his wife gone, he could learn to like her
a lot. But he knew that the only reason she was smiling at him
and speaking kindly was his position with the corporation.

He noticed her as soon as she became a manager in the Operations
Division as a person to look out for. If he weren't careful, if
she could see a weakness in him, Susan would do all she could to
take his job. She may as easily sleep with him or accuse him of
sexual harassment if she thought it would help her career.

He had to be strong and business like with this woman.

"I was just thinking about our latest report," Jake said.

"Jake, I worry about you sometimes," Susan said. "You seem so
stressed out lately. You are constantly chain smoking. Perhaps
I can help relieve some of the stress."

"I thrive on stress," Jake lied.

"None the less, all that smoking is not good for you." Susan
said.

"I can quit anytime." Jake was uncomfortable with the
conversation and was about to walk away.

"Before I joined the firm, I used to smoke," Susan said, "it was
really hard to quit until Dr. Jones helped me."

"Dr. Jones?" Jake asked.

"Yes, she's a psychiatrist. She showed me how control my
addiction," Susan said.

Jake was surprised that Susan would reveal such a potentially
vulnerable matter to him. A psychiatrist in her past could be
used against her.

"I think she could help you deal with your addiction too." Susan
said as she handed him a business card.

"I don't need it."

"Just humor me and take the card." Susan said.

Jake took the card, intending only to get more information
regarding Susan's past.

"Mr. Mitchell, Susan, Mr. Baker wants to see both of you." A
young man said.

Jake quickly put the business card in his coat pocket and walked
over to where the President of the company stood. Soon, Jake
found himself laughing at a crude joke after another and getting
drunk. Later that night, Jake drove to his empty home and fell
on his bed to fall asleep.

Jake woke up with severe coughing bouts as usual. However this
time, it was so strong, he could hardly breathe. For the first
time in all his life, he actually thought that he might not be
able to breathe again. Then suddenly, his coughing was
controlled and he could breathe. Jake took a deep breath. But
only a minute after his coughing stopped, he automatically
reached for his cigarettes. The cigarette in his hand was almost
between his lips, when he stopped. He clenched his fist crushing
the cigarette in his hand. Then he grabbed the cigarette pack
and crushed it too. Jake resolved to quit smoking for good.

He got up from the bed slowly, regretting drinking too much. His
head hurt so much Then his coughing started again and his head
hurt more. The worst part was, he wanted to smoke more than
anything in his life. "What do I have to live for anyway?" Jake
told himself, as depression overwhelmed him.

Jake quickly reached for the crushed pack of cigarettes, looking
for an uncrushed cigarette, but found none. Out of desperation,
he slowly bent down to pick up his coat from the floor. He
reached into his coat pocket looking for another pack of
cigarettes and instead found a business card for Dr. Sarah
Jones. He stared at the card for a long time and then decided to
seek help for his addiction and depression.

Jake called Dr. Jones' office and was surprised by the fact that
the office was open on Saturday. After he got repeated
assurances that his sessions would be kept strictly
confidential, he insisted on an appointment for that day.

Jake felt extremely uncomfortable in Dr. Sarah Jone's small
reception area. This was a mistake. He didn't need a
Psychiatrist. He wasn't crazy. Jake got up to leave when a
woman's voice called out his name.

"Mr. Mitchell, please go through those double doors and to the
second room on your left. Dr. Jones will be right with you," the
woman at counter said.

Jake hesitated. Since he already made the long trip from his
house, he might as well see the shrink once, just to see what
it's like. After all, he may be able to obtain some useful
information regarding Susan. Jake went through the double doors
and into a small room on the left as instructed. He sat on a
typical psychiatrist's patient's reclining chair.

Almost immediately a small woman in white coat walked in.
"Hello, I am Dr. Sarah Jones." She said extending out her hand
and smiling.

"Jake Mitchell," Jake stood up and grabbed hold of her hand and
squeezed tight to hide the fact that he felt a little
intimidated by a psychiatrist.

"How can I help you Jake," Dr. Jones said as she looked over
Jake's file and added.

"You can address me as Mr. Mitchell." Jake said.

"It's somewhat unusual for patients to refuse to answer our
patient information chart, Mr. Mitchell." Dr. Jones sat on her
seat.

"I don't have time for charts," Jake said feeling a little
awkward standing while the Doctor sat, "I need help quitting
smoking." Jake sat back down on the patient's chair. "I need a
quick solution." Jake took a cigarette from a pack he had
purchased on the way to the Doctor's office and lit it up. "I
heard that you helped Susan Webster with her smoking problem."

"Smoking wasn't Susan's problem, smoking was just a symptom of
her deep depression stemming from prolonged stress." Dr. Jones
said as she wrote down some notes on a file folder. "The stress
pushed her to seek comfort in a manifestation that satisfied her
oral fixation. I suspect that it is much the same with you."

Doctor Jones talking so freely about her former patient shocked
Jake. What ever happened to Doctor-patient confidentiality? It
was obvious that the discretion assurances that he got from her
office were nothing but lies. He couldn't trust her and
obviously wasn't going to get any help from this woman. But this
trip may still be useful in that he may get some useful
information on Susan.

"Did Susan have a nervous breakdown or something?" Jake said as
he took another puff from his cigarette.

"If I didn't treated her, a nervous breakdown would have been
the least of her problems."

"What did you do for her exactly?" Jake asked dropping some
ashes from his cigarette on the floor of the Doctor's office.

Dr. Jones did not visibly react to the lit cigarette or the
ashes on her floor. She simply withdrew a small pocket watch
from her white coat and said, "hypnosis was part of the
treatment."

Jake smiled internally. This woman and more importantly, Susan,
believed in such nonsense as hypnosis. This could definitely be
used to hurt Susan's credibility should she challenge for his
job. Maybe he could even blackmail her into giving him more
credit for the successes in her department. "Tell me more," Jake
said chain lighting another cigarette.

"Why don't I show you?" Dr. Jones said, "look at this watch."
She waived the watch right in front of Jake's face. Despite his
resistance, Jake found his eyes follow the watch as it moved
from side to side in front of him.

Jake smiled smugly. What was this doctor thinking? Hypnosis? It
was obviously just a sham. But how could it be a sham? Dr. Sarah
Jones would never participate in something that was not
legitimate. He trusted her completely. Jake was confused. Dr.
Jones believed that hypnosis would work but it didn't. She was
wrong. How can it be?

"Jake, your stressful job is the root of the problem." Dr. Sarah
Jones said.

Jake reached in his pocket for a cigarette and found none.
"Yeah, Doctor, I know. But there is nothing I can do about it.
I can't quit. It's the only thing going for me. I just need to
quit smoking and get my life back together."

"I didn't expect you to quit," Dr. Jones said smiling. Jake
really liked her smile, so friendly, so warm. "Just disassociate
yourself from your work during your free time."

"How do I do that?" Jake asked.

"For starters, don't wear a suit during the weekend." She said.

Jake felt embarrassed that he did not bother to change from his
work clothes, especially since he slept in them last night. "I
will change as soon as I get home."

"No." Dr. Jones said firmly. "I think it's important for you to
change for the rest of the session."

"But I didn't bring anything to change into." Jake said.

"You will find a patient's robe behind the partition there."

Jake hesitated, but in the end he knew that the Doctor was right
so he walked over to the small partitioned area. He took off his
coat, shirt and pants and grabbed the robe on the hanger.
Strangely, it looked more like a dress than a robe, a small
yellow dress with flowers to be more exact. Jake just held the
robe in his hand, confused.

"Jake, is there anything wrong?" the Doctor asked.

"The robe... it's a..." he just couldn't call it a dress. After
all, the Doctor called it a robe. He couldn't contradict her,
"it's a little too feminine."

"I apologize," the Doctor said, "most of my patients are women.
If you feel uncomfortable, you can bring your own non-work
clothing for your next session. But that's all we have now, and
we are losing valuable time."

Jake finally put the robe on and walked back to his seat feeling
extremely embarrassed.

"You look embarrassed by your appearance," she said, "there is
no need to feel that way. Remember I am doctor; I am used to
seeing unnatural and unsightly body hair."

Jake looked at his hairy legs, arms, and chest and just wanted
to hide away. He felt even more embarrassed than before. And his
embarrassment made him want cigarettes more than ever. He
absent-mindedly put his right hand to his mouth as if to smoke
an invisible cigarette.

"Suck on your thumb," Dr. Jones said in a firm voice.

As soon as Jake did as instructed, he felt slightly better.

"That's replacement therapy," Dr. Jones said, "you have just
replaced your thumb for cigarettes as the source of satisfaction
for your oral fixation."

Jake continued to suck on his thumb as the Doctor continued.

"You will find this to be more fulfilling than your thumb." The
doctor said as she handed a stick, roughly the size of his
middle finger, to Jake. "It's called a dipstick and it will
replace your need for cigarettes. Suck on the rounded end."

Jake removed his thumb from his mouth and started to suck on the
dipstick and felt much better. As Jake continued to suck on the
dipstick, Dr. Jones handed him a pink bag with several items.

"I am afraid your session is almost over so please listen
carefully. In your bag, you will find twelve months' supply of
the dipstick, a cream to help with your body hair, medication
for your stress, and an audio tape. Pace yourself, I want you to
try to make the supply of the dipstick last twelve months. The
hair removal cream is there for your convenience just in case
you want to remove your body hair. Take the medication, twice a
day, in the morning and at night. It will help you to deal with
your stress. Start listening to the audio tape each night when
you want to sleep. The tape will help you to fall asleep."

Jake concentrated on everything the Doctor said until he was
surprised by a creamy substance that came out of the dipstick
into his sucking mouth. He would have spit the substance out
except that it was tasty and sweet.

"The sweet cream is there as a positive reinforcement," the
Doctor said, "it also let's you know that you are done with that
particular dipstick."

Jake found that he no longer got any benefits from sucking on
the dipstick. He took it out of his mouth.

"Your session is over," the Doctor said looking at her pocket
watch, "you may leave after you change. Make another appointment
with my office once you run out of the dipstick." The Doctor got
up to leave and then turned to add, "don't forget to bring
non-office clothing next time. I don't want you wearing even
underwear that you've worn at work."

Jake thanked the Doctor as she left.

For the next eight months Jake did almost everything as he was
instructed. He took the medication twice a day and listened to
the tape at night. He even removed his body hair. The memory of
his embarrassment at the office over his hair created a
compulsion in him to remove the unwanted hair. Eventually, his
ever-increasing embarrassment led him to have his facial hair
removed, except for couple of thin arches over his eyes. But for
some reason, he did not feel a need to remove the hair on his
head. Just the opposite he wanted to grow it out a little.
Perhaps it was his way to fight stress by going against the
typical corporate image. Strangely, this did not save him trips
to the barber. He decided to change barbers and went to a more
modern barber that had a sign that said "Hair Stylist." He just
wanted to do something different. He asked for various styles
that he surprisingly knew about. He guessed that he was more hip
than he thought. Eventually he got a style that he liked.

The only thing that he could not do as instructed, no matter how
hard he tried, was pace himself with the dipstick. He smoked
more and more dipstick each day. Now, he only had a handful
left. By the end of the day, he would be completely out. This
bothered him greatly. He wasn't sure if he was more bothered by
the prospect of running out of the dipstick or by the
uncomfortable feeling that somehow he will disappoint the
Doctor.

But other things bothered him too. He was gaining weight. No ...
the scale said he was losing weight and his stomach was flat as
usual. But he had other evidence. His behind and chest area were
noticeably growing. Diets just didn't seem to work. Out of
desperation, he even joined a jazzercise class but that too
didn't work. Then he figured it out. The sweet cream in the
dipstick was making him fat. But even with this knowledge, he
just couldn't stop drinking down the cream. He was addicted. In
fact the more stressed he got about the weight-gain, the more he
felt a need to suck on the dipstick and suck the cream.

By the eighth month his pants and shirts stopped fitting him.
This forced Jake to buy an entire new wardrobe. Jake decided to
buy the same work clothes as he did before. But the other
clothing were different. These clothing were so bold and hip
that he got funny looks purchasing them. He guessed that he
looked too conservative to buy clothing from these sections. He
decided to buy underwear that fit him better and support
underwear for his ever-expending chest. He even experimented
with different colors. For his outer non-work clothing, Jake
decided to try some new fashions. He bought some robes, similar
to the ones at the Doctor's office. He bought some kilts and
shirts that buttoned on the wrong side. Jake even bought some
fashionable long shiny socks. To look less conservative, Jake
even had his ears pierced just like the young people. As soon as
he got home, which was earlier and earlier, he changed into his
non-work clothing. They just felt more comfortable.

The almost constant sucking of the dipstick caused another
problem. He lips felt dry and chapped. At first it was just a
tiny annoyance. But lately, his chapped lips bothered him more
and more.

All these things added to problems at work. Jake just could not
concentrate. He was always taking breaks to smoke his precious
dipsticks. For some reason, he just could not bear anyone seeing
him smoke his sticks. Perhaps he was worried about embarrassment
and potential fall out if anyone noticed that he was using a
device given by a psychiatrist. This meant that he missed
meetings and later was excluded from decision-making process
entirely. It got so bad, that today, the President suggested a
temporary leave of absence. Jake surprised himself when he
agreed with the President and then suggested Susan as his
temporary successor. The President agreed that Susan was the
best person for the job and wished Jake luck.

With some sadness, Jake left his office. On his way home, Jake
smoked all of his remaining dipsticks, one after the other. When
he realized that he was completely out, he called Dr. Jones'
office almost in a panic.

After explaining to the receptionist that this was an emergency,
Jake was told to come right over. Jake turned his car and headed
straight to the Doctor's clinic.

Jake was finally at Dr. Jones's office. Without the dipsticks to
calm him, Jake was really feeling depressed and his panic level
was now very high. He needed those sticks.

"Hello Jackie," Dr Jones said as she entered the room. "I didn't
expect you for another four months."

"I ran out of the dipsticks," Jake almost yelled in panic, "I
need more."

"Calm down, Jackie," she said and smiled, "we need to take
things one step at a time. First, your clothing, you were told
not to wear work clothing to my office, yet you are still
wearing them."

Jake hated himself for forgetting to change. "It's just that I
panicked when I ran out of the dipsticks. I just wasn't
thinking."

"Then you will have to wear one of our dresses again." Dr. Jones
said.

"Dress again?" Jake said confused. "You called it a robe."

"Yes I did, didn't I," the Doctor said giggling, "I just wanted
to make you feel more comfortable. If you want to call the dress
a robe we can. But, you and I both know what it is."

Jake knew that he was just lying to himself when he called the
dress a robe. What was he thinking? Why did he put that dress on
in the first place? Should he do it again now that he could not
hide behind a lie?

"We can't continue this session unless you change." The Doctor
said.

Jake's need to get more dipsticks was overwhelming. He took off
his work clothing and put on the dress.

When he sat again in the patient's seat, Jake couldn't help but
cross his legs in a feminine manner.

"Last time you were here you were given a whole years supply?"
Dr Jones stated. "What happened?"

Jake hated to disappoint the Doctor and looked down in shame. "I
smoked them all; I just couldn't help myself."

"I see," the Doctor said, "that explains your weight gain and
chapped lips. This is very serious. It suggests that your oral
fixation is stronger than I diagnosed. I am afraid there is very
little we can do for you, unless..."

"Anything " Jake began to cry, "please help me."

"Well, you will have to move into our clinic so we can monitor
you better."

Remembering that he was on temporary leave Jake said, "no
problem."

"Good," Dr. Jones said, "you will have to sign this document so
that we can gather your belongings and bring them here."

Jake quickly signed the document entitled "Power of Attorney."

"Now can I have my dipsticks?" Jake asked.

"I have a slightly different version of the sticks," Dr. Jones
said. She produced a tube, the size of a large felt tip pen. It
was shaped like a small bulb on top. "This version will help you
control the weight gain. Suck on it."

Jake took the tube and started to suck it and felt better. After
a few minutes, a salty cream, instead of a sweet cream,
surprised him.

"The cream in the dickstick does not contain any sugar so you
won't gain weight from consuming it. Here is six months' supply.
It's very important that the supply lasts six months."

Jake briefly thought that the Doctor called his stick a
dickstick but knew that he was wrong. She was a licensed doctor
for Christ sakes.

After being given a special chapstick for his dry lips, Jake was
led to his room at the clinic. He was happy to find that room
was fashionably decorated. Soon, the staff at the clinic brought
him his non-work clothing, which he carefully hung up in his
closet. Over the next four months, Jake spent most of his time
attending special hobby classes designed to help relieve stress.
He especially enjoyed theatre class where he learned how to
apply theatrical make up and act as different characters.
Jackie's teachers were so proud when he finally learned how to
control his voice. They told him to continue practicing using a
particularly high voice. Jackie also took classes in typing,
embroidering, dancing, hair design and cooking. For
entertainment, Jackie watched various videos designed to calm
him. He was not allowed to watch any action movies or sports.
Jackie's videos were mostly romances and those that featured
women talking about men. To Jackie's surprise and embarrassment,
some of them were quite explicit.

Throughout this time, various doctors and nurses performed
several tests to monitor his progress. He even got regular shots
and some minor surgery on his face. Jackie did everything he
could to obey all the staff's instructions. But no matter how he
tried, he just couldn't pace himself with the dipsticks. By the
end of the third month, Jackie was out of his precious dipsticks
and begged Dr. Jones for more.

"This is very serious," Dr. Jones said obviously disappointed by
Jackie's inability to control his consumption.

"I am sorry," Jackie said, "I will try harder next time."

"I am afraid you cannot control your appetite," she said, "and
we have to try something more drastic. The procedure involves
negative association. Simply put, we associate your addiction
for the sticks to something that you find unattractive." With
that she produced an item that was a replicate of a large penis.
It even had balls that were hairy.

"That's a dildo..." Jackie said. "I can't suck on that."

"That's the idea," Dr. Jones said. "Here hold it."

Jackie held the offensive item in his hands. It felt so hard and
heavy in his hands. Strangely and shamefully, a part of Jackie
actually felt excited by the dildo.

"The cream contained in the artificial testicles contains pure
sperm, kept at a warm temperature." Dr. Jones said. "This
knowledge should add another disincentive."

Jackie dropped the dildo. "I want and need dipsticks Not these
things."

Dr. Jones looked seriously at Jackie. "I am afraid that we have
reached a desperate stage of your treatment. You oral fixation
is very strong. This procedure is the only remaining cure for
it. I am sorry, but you won't get any more dicksticks. Whether
you use the cocksticks or not is your choice. I have other
patients to see. If you want to use the cocksticks just ask the
staff." Dr. Jones left Jackie with a great dilemma.

He really needed something to suck on. Anything but theses
cocksticks would be all right. But he just couldn't suck on
these things. With tears flowing freely from his eyes, Jackie
walked back to his room.

That evening, Jackie watched a video that featured women talking
about the joys of performing fellatio on their lovers. One woman
kept saying that she loved the way it made her feel feminine.
Jackie fell asleep watching the video and had a strange dream.
In the dream Jackie was one of the woman talking about the joys
of performing fellatio, and she described various techniques
that clearly showed that she was an expert. Jackie woke up when
the woman in the dream started to demonstrate one of her
techniques on a cockstick.

Jackie really needed to suck on something. He put his thumb in
his mouth and sucked but he got very little comfort. With tears
in his eyes, Jackie asked a staff person for the cocksticks. As
soon as Jackie started to suck on one of the sticks, Jackie felt
much better. Over a period of a week and halve, Jackie developed
a strong addiction to the cocksticks. Sucking more and more each
day.

One day, his ballet class was interrupted by Dr. Jones'
summoning.

"I will get straight to the point," Dr. Jones said, "your
insurance company notified us that you are no longer covered. It
seems that your company has fired you. Without insurance, we
cannot provide any more services to you."

"This can't be," Jackie said, more concerned about the treatment
stopping than his loss of his job, "I will sell my stuff to pay
for further treatment."

"Except for your clothing, you don't have anything," Dr. Jones
said, "we sold everything else to pay for your deductibles."

"This can't be," Jackie repeated.

"I am afraid so," Dr. Jones said, "you have twenty four hours to
gather your belongings and say good bye to everyone."

"What about the cocksticks?" Jackie asked.

"You will have to do without them," she answered.

"I can't," Jackie said, "I need them."

"Then find your own," Dr. Jones replied.

"Where?" Jackie asked.

"Approximately half of the population carries one in their
pants," she answered giggling. "and the best part is that they
are reusable after a wait."

"You mean suck on a real cock," Jackie said, "I can't I won't."

"Really Jennifer," Dr. Jones said, "you are such a prude. I
thought we helped you with your repression."

"Repression... what repression?" Jackie asked.

"Look, its time for you to face reality," Dr. Jones said, "this
is your last session. You cannot hide behind pleasantries any
more."

Dr. Jones handed Jackie a file. "This is your file. Look at the
first entry."

Jackie read: "Gender Dysfunction With Extreme Oral Fixation.
Help Patient with Repression."

"Gender Dysfunction!!!!" Jackie yelled outraged by the
suggestion.

Dr. Jones laughed. "Just look at yourself. You are wearing a
ballerina dress and you are sitting with your legs crossed. Your
voice is higher than mine. You even painted your toenails. Not
to mention your large breasts."

Jackie was shocked to see that Dr. Jones was right. How the hell
did he get himself in this situation?

"The first day you wore a yellow dress with just a little
encouragement," Dr. Jones continued, "after that you even
purchased skirts, dresses, blouses, panties, bras, and
pantyhose. You got your hair done in a feminine style and
pierced your ears and started to wear lovely earrings. You wear
lipstick and other makeup and are addicted to cocksticks. Stop
denying who you are, Jennifer. You are a girl."

Suddenly Jackie realized what had happened to him. "You
hypnotized me!!!" he said pointing an accusatory finger at the
Doctor.

Dr. Jones laughed. "You and I both know that you can't hypnotize
someone to do something that she doesn't want to do. I merely
removed your inhibitions."

Jackie knew that Dr. Jones was not telling him the whole truth.
He knew that he did not have a gender dysfunction before he
arrived at this cursed office. But strangely, he found that he
could not directly contradict the Doctor. He even liked the
Doctor and felt a strong need for her guidance. Jackie could no
longer question the Doctor. All Jackie could do was cry as he
sucked on his last cockstick. Despite hating what happened to
him, Jackie could not bear the idea of getting rid of his new
clothing. So he carefully packed everything and left the clinic.

Jackie took a taxi to his house only to confirm that it was no
longer his house. He really had nowhere to go. Tears flowing
freely, Jackie realized that his hunger for the cocksticks was
growing. He wanted to go back to the clinic but knew that they
would turn him away. What could he do? The clinic would only
accept him if he had insurance. The only way he could get
insurance coverage again is to get his job back but how? Even if
someone at the corporation wanted Jake Mitchell back, Jackie
knew that no one would even recognize him now. Then he
remembered Susan Webster. Susan always seemed to care about him.
She knew about Dr. Jones so she may actually believe who he
really is. After thinking hard, Jackie remembered the office
party at Susan's house, almost a year ago. He asked the taxi
driver to take Jackie there.

Once they arrived, Jackie was embarrassed to find that he had no
money to pay for the cab fare. He was really worried that this
big guy would beat him up. Jackie began to cry with fear as he
told the driver that he forgot his purse. The driver looked
annoyed than stated "You can pay with a blowjob."

The word blowjob made Jackie's heart skip a beat and a part of
him was excited by the idea. But he really did not want to do
anything like that. Jackie was about to suggest a loan when the
driver took his cock out of his pants. Jackie could not help but
to stare at the huge cock. His mouth watered and the part that
wanted to suck it grew stronger. Jackie found himself
rationalizing that this was the only way to avoid getting beat
up for not paying the cab fare. The cabdriver became annoyed
with the hesitation and put his hand on Jackie's head and moved
it down towards his cock. As Jackie smelled the man's crotch, he
lost himself to his needs. Soon Jackie was sucking cock like a
pro. Jackie loved the cock and loved how feminine he felt when
he sucked the cock. After a minute or so, Jackie was rewarded
with the familiar creamy substance and swallowed every drop.
After doing the deed, Jackie felt shame overwhelming him, and
left the cab with tears.

With tears still flowing from his eyes, Jackie rang the doorbell
to Susan's house.

"What can I do for you, Miss?" Susan asked.

It took a long time to convince Susan that the young woman at
her doorstep was actually Jake Mitchell, former vice president
of her firm. But after Jackie told Susan about their
conversation regarding Dr. Sarah Jones at an office party almost
a year ago, and after Jackie showed Susan, Jackie's tiny
shriveled up penis, Susan finally believed. Jackie told Susan
all about Dr. Jones' treatments and then told Susan about her
current financial condition.

"How did you pay for your cab ride?" Susan asked.

Jackie's face turned red as he explained how he paid. He broke
into tears and said, "you have to help me get my job back."

"I don't see how I can help you to get your job back," Susan
replied, "no one else will believe that you are Jake Mitchell
and you don't have a high school degree under your new identity.
What did Dr. Jones call you now."

"Jennifer," replied Jackie.

"That's a pretty name for a secretary," said Susan, "I can't get
you a job as a vice president. But I can pull some strings for
you so that you will get a job as a secretary."

"Secretary!!!" Jackie felt insulted.

"That's all I can do," Susan said, "You can type, that will help
and your need to suck cocks may also help. It will, at least,
give you an income and it will also give you health insurance
coverage so that you can seek some help for your condition."

Having health insurance, which meant he could get more
treatments from Dr. Jones, was very important to Jackie. After
a brief hesitation, Jackie agreed to go to work at the
corporation as a secretary.

Jennifer was very nervous the first day she started as Susan's
secretary. Her nervousness created an unbearable need to suck
cock. But she somehow managed to control her need for the first
few hours. But things became uncontrollable. Rumor traveled fast
and soon everyone knew that the new secretary could not say no
to a blowjob. Rumor was that she had an extreme case of oral
fixation.

The first time, it took the guys several minutes to convince
Jennifer to take a cock smoking break. But eventually she found
herself on her knees sucking cock after cock of her former
underlings. At first, it saddened Jennifer to know that she was
once their boss. But soon she was so addicted to sucking cock
that she actually begged the guys to feed her. Fortunately for
Jennifer, her boss, Ms. Susan Webster, did not mind her
secretary's constant breaks. To Ms. Webster, Jennifer was a
valuable tool in distracting all her potential competitors.

During off hours, Jennifer went to Dr. Jones' clinic to get
further treatments. At first she did not like Dr. Jones'
suggestion for her to get a sex reassignment surgery. But after
watching videos of women talking about how beautiful and great
it felt to have a penis penetrate their vagina, Jennifer changed
her mind.

She had to take time off for the surgery and recovery. When she
came back to the office, she learned that Ms. Webster had become
the C.E.O. of the corporation. Apparently Mr. Baker, like Jake
Mitchell, became addicted to drugs and had to leave the
corporation. This was a good thing for Dr. Jones as well. Ms.
Webster, as C.E.O. had enough clout to convince the board to
completely fund all of Dr. Jones' research. Jennifer knew that
she should feel jealous of Ms. Webster's success but
surprisingly felt satisfied with her new life. Jennifer no
longer had any stresses just needs. She quickly learned that she
had, in addition to an oral fixation, a vaginal and anal
fixation. All she wanted were more men to satisfy her needs.
Luckily for her, the Corporation was expanding and more men were
being hired every day.