The Inheritance Ch. 02

I awoke in the afternoon to my alarm blaring in my head. Letting out a loud groan, rolling over, throwing on the same shorts and shirt from yesterday. Making my way to the kitchen to grab a glass of water and an anti hangover pill. Definitely one of the best inventions of the last decade. Perdue were still pieces of shit but at least they were coming out with some interesting products. All that oxycodone money had set them up for decades to come.

I blink clicked my deck, opening it up to see if I had any messages. Just one from Jordan wishing me good luck. Nothing from my parents, not that was a surprise. To them I was nothing more than a disappointment, a leach at best, still living at home, eating away at all their hard work and sacrifices. At least things would be easier for them now with their mortgage paid off. Maybe they wouldn't resent me as much.

Ordering another taxi back down to the office of Mr Perez, I did a quick smell of myself, noticing how bad it was I quickly ran down to my room, throwing off yesterday's shirt, replacing it with a new one and covering myself in body spray. No time for a shower, I had to be at the appointment with no time to spare. I always cursed myself for not being more punctual.

I walked into the same tobacco filled office as yesterday, the smell of past cigars seeped into every pore that the big office allowed. Mr Perez looked over to me, "Well, it looks like you've come to a decision."

I let out a long sigh, unable to meet his eyes. "I will do it."

"Excellent. You will provide me with first weekly and then monthly progress reports. Your aunt has laid out what she wants you to accomplish over the next year. You can just message me the updates, I don't need you in here all the time." He handed me a sealed manilla envelope. "It's all in there, as well as the keys to both her homes and all of the vehicles. I've already taken the steps to registering it all in your temporary name."

I opened the envelope hurriedly to find a new driver's license and documents. Michelle Gallagher. Fuck of course it had to be Michelle. Getting called it all throughout highschool wasn't enough of an indignation, apparently. The picture on the driver's license was fuzzy as if it was trying to pull an image that didn't exist yet. Fucking AI bullshit. Of course there were no records yet for Michelle Gallagher, it's a miracle that it didn't pull some other random girl. I slid the documents back into the folder, rooting around for the key card to the condo.

"Well I guess thanks for everything Mr Perez."

He chuckled. "Your aunt paid well for this service and I will ensure your compliance. Any missed deadline and that money is gone. You will be evicted from the condo. So don't fuck this up."

His voice carried such a serious tone that it sent shivers down my spine. There was no wiggle room in this. I had to give it my all. I left his office without saying another word. His office was within walking distance of my aunt's condo, so I decided that now was as good a time as any to have a nice walk. The moisture wicking material of the shirt did its best to keep me cool under the hot Texas sun. Every single piece of clothing these days was geared towards helping its wearer not to die of heat stroke, in another decade maybe sooner, this chunk of land would surely be inhabitable by all but the heartiest individuals. I thought that selling the condo, moving further up north might be the right play but it wasn't as if I was the only one with that thought.

Montana, a previously sparsely populated state, was now bursting under the weight of all the new climate refugees and investors looking to make a buck from the rapidly escalating population. Denver had become the new hotness, the mountains of the Rockies doing well to prevent it from becoming a sweltering hell hole. The pacific northwest was still nice but it's not like housing costs there had gotten any cheaper there over the past decades. All these places swirled in my mind as places I might live once this year was up, but maybe Jordan had the right idea. Just live my life out happily on the beach, even if it was in the liberal bastion of Southern California. I would miss Austin. Actually there wasn't much for me here, no, I would miss Jordan. He was the only good part of my life, everything else could burn for all I cared. But I would miss Texas BBQ, say what you want about this state but that has always been one thing we've done incredibly well.

The scanner replied with a pleasant chime as I held the card key against it. "Welcome home Michelle." I let out a deep sigh as I made my way to the elevator and up to the penthouse. I walked inside to find that I wasn't alone. Standing in the center of the main room stood a tall woman, hair pulled back into a harsh bun, face seemingly untouched by modern youthful injections, a tight black pencil skirt with matching jacket, she conjured up the idealized image of a headmistress of a private school.

"Hello Miss Gallagher, how nice for you to finally join me." I had a confused look on my face staring at her. "I see you didn't have time to read your aunt's instructions. Well, it doesn't matter. I am here to teach you the ways of being a fine young woman. You will not be allowed to coop yourself up all day and avoid the outside world like I'm sure you had planned." Another deep sigh from me in response. "I will let you get away with that once today Miss Gallagher but any further action such as that will be met with severe punishment."

It was at that moment I noticed an honest to god black rod in her hand as she bounced it off her other hand imitating a smack. This was going to be harder than either Jordan or I could have ever predicted.

"Today is a wash given how late it is but I wanted to introduce myself and get you started. After I leave you will remove every hair from your nose down, any missed hairs will be removed harshly. I have left you a bottle of Nair in the bathroom to help in this endeavor. Understand?"

I nodded. She closed the gap with surprising quickness before I knew it the rod was smacked across my bottom, I yelped in pain.

"The proper response is, 'yes ma'am or yes mistress.' I will accept nothing else. I will be treated with respect or you will suffer the consequences."

I could tell she wasn't fucking around, this was not a woman to be trifled with. "Yes ma'am." I replied quietly.

"That's better but you need to speak up rather than mumbling your way through words but I will let that go, once." She paused. "Make sure you get a good night's sleep, we start tomorrow at 6 AM." She turned on her heels leaving the condo with a loud slam of the door.

Fuck this was going to be harder than I thought. I looked around the condo, it looked unchanged from the last time I was here however the further I looked I noticed small changes to change it from the home of a 50 year old woman to that of a girl in her 20s. I looked through her massive records collection, happy to find no AI garbage but also disappointed to see it was all pop stars from a dead era. I found Dua Lipa and sighed, placing the record onto the player. In my opinion she was the best of the worst options, no way was I putting on bubble gum pop like Britney Spears, Taylor Swift or to me the worst Sabrina Carpenter. There was something about Sabrina's unabashed sexuality that just drove me nuts, it was still better than the AI crap that filled the modern radio app waves but still.

The sounds of Dua Lipa filled the condo as I slowly made my way to the fridge. If I was going to do this, there was no way it would be done sober. I was disappointed to find only sweet premade margaritas, cocktails and wine, but a drink was a drink. So I settled on a pina colada. Pouring it out of its container amazed to see a thick layer of fabricated sweet whip cream form at the top of the drink. I took a sip, it felt like I was drinking in pure femininity with how sweet it was. There was another taste on the back of my palate after it went down my throat that I couldn't place. It stood in stark contrast to the rum, pineapple juice and whip cream. It almost tasted like chalk, are if someone had dissolved something into it.

I shrugged, sipping the drink as I made my way to the bathroom, letting out yet another deep sigh as I saw the bottle of hair remover sitting next to a pink razor with shaving cream, also in a very pink container. Well better get to it, I didn't want to find out what removing hair harshly might be. I followed the instructions on the bottle, applying it all over my body from neck down, waiting for the allotted time while turning on the big walk-in shower with multiple shower heads on. The smell that filled the bathroom was one of the worst I had ever smelt in my entire life, I wasn't sure if it was the product itself or the smell of burning hair, but as that scent filled the bathroom it was like there was something else smelling the same thing and decided to flood the bathroom with sickly sweet floral scents.

I stepped into the shower, watching all the hair that was all over my body falling off, draining down the sink. I ran my hand over my entire body, trying to find any hair. I found there were some hairs in between my butt cheeks that I missed. I thought about it and figured there was no way that it would be that harsh of a check to see between my ass. I shaved my face as close as I could get it. Washing my body with the only body wash available, another pink container covering my body in sweet scents. I reached for the only available towel, a big soft fuzzy pink one. It felt surprisingly good wrapped around my body.

I walked over to the kitchen, grabbing one of the premade meals, sad to find it was only healthy meals. I went with the least objectionable being chicken, veggies and rice, I paired that with another Pina colada. I sat in bed turning the TV on to see that my only options were classic chick flicks from the same era as the music. I selected legally blonde at least it was funny in some parts and reinforced how I felt about girls who looked like the main character. The AC was blasting cold enough that the warmth and weight of the duvet was welcome. I had never felt a bed more comfortable in my entire life. I'm not sure what the pillows were made of but they were equally as comfy. I slept like a baby for the first time in such a long time that I couldn't recall being that comfortable and at peace.

My sleep was rudely interrupted by the mistress standing beside my bed, giving me a bare handed smack on the ass. I really regretted sleeping in the nude.

"What the fuck!" I shouted at the contact pulling me harshly out of sleep.

Another hard slap landed on my ass. "I told you to be awake at 6 AM. Bad girls get spanked." I could feel her spread my butt cheeks and let out a sigh. "I told you not to miss any hairs!"

I felt a warm gel being applied to my butt and then shortly after the hairs were ripped from the skin causing me to let out a loud yelp like a dog accidentally stepped on. This bitch just waxed my butt. She ripped more hairs out leading to more yelps. She pushed around my body, thankfully not finding anymore. She tossed me a bottle of lotion. I got the picture and spread it out over my entire body. Just like everything yesterday it smelt of pure femininity.

Before I could move out of bed the mistress was sitting on top of me, forcing me flat on my back, she applied some oddly smelling orange goop. It felt good and tingly at first but the longer it sat the more it felt like it was almost burning my skin, I cried out in pain until she shoved something in my mouth that blocked my screams but gave me something squishy to bite into. On my chest were placed large dull grey breasts. I stared at them in fascination, other than the off color, they were perfect and settled normally like real tits not like fake silicone ones. I could feel them making an attachment to my skin and the damndest thing, I could feel them as if they were my own. The chill from the air conditioned air going over my new nipples causing them to harden, the new skin further out on my chest than I was used to.

I was so distracted by the big tits on my chest making connections with my actual body that I didn't feel the same warmth being spread around my groin but once the burning sensation started it quickly gathered my attention. I attempted to scream out in pain but the gag prevented it, so I bit down hard on it again. I watched as she held up another dull grey object but this time it was a perfect cute little pussy in her hand. I tried to struggle underneath her but she was surprisingly strong and I had never been inside of a gym other than one embarrassing time with Jordan. She pushed my penis and testicles into a cavity in my body that I didn't know existed, the vagina pressed on top in their place. I could feel the same connections being made although these ones were much more disturbing. I felt air rushing over the pussy lips, the sensation of having an open cavity between my legs, the clit replacing the sensitive area at the tip of my cock and somehow knowing that my urethra was now connected to the new vaginas.

I watched as the breasts began to slowly change color, matching my skin tone, slowly becoming -shudders- my breasts. I watched as the mistress stood up, smiling cruelly. She removed the gag from my mouth.

"Now Michelle, what do you say for your new gifts?"

I thought about cursing her but then the feeling of her hand sent shudders down my spine thinking about how much worse the rod would be. "Thank you ma'am. These must have been very expensive."

"It's all taken care of. Your aunt set aside the money for your transformation, so you don't have to worry about it coming out of your inheritance."

"But why do these exist? Like what possible use could they have?"

She let out a sigh, kneading her temple. "Gender benders, crossdressers and transsexuals mostly. Their old model only lasted a month. These are good for a year. They connect to your body and feed off of your nutrients the same way any other natural body part would." She paused momentarily. "Also for cis women with injuries, cancer and others from parts of the world where genital mutilation is common."

"That's terrible, no one should have to go through that. I'm glad something like this exists for them."

"Are you glad though? That is the natural end point of your ideology. If you get your wish and women lose rights they will rebel. Seek comfort in the arms of kinder men when their cruel husbands try to enforce their will. What do you think the reaction to that will be? Sure in a few generations there will be the social stigma against going against the grain but in the beginning is it such a stretch to think that robbing women of sexual pleasures wouldn't naturally follow?"

I considered her words seriously. She had a point, it was not something that I had fully thought out. "I never thought about that. If I'm honest I think part of me is just so tired of being constantly rejected. I'm sure my height has something to do with how I feel, especially when my best friend is everything that women want."

She smiled warmly. "Of course child but you can't blame women entirely for your problems. What have you done to improve yourself to be interesting to women?"

I looked down at the breasts which were slowly becoming more and more a part of me. "Truthfully, no. I tend to live in my own head, typing my thoughts down on paper."

She looked surprised. "You're a writer? Well that's something your aunt didn't mention when we talked. You mentioned typing, on a computer one assumes?"

I shook my head back and forth, "no, actually a typewriter. Took me forever to find one and then years to repair it and get it working again. Finding paper for it was another challenge. But there is just something about the physicality of a typewriter that clicked in my head."

"I will have that picked up from your parents home. I think that would be a good medium to get your thoughts out. You will not be permitted anything from your former life. I have already collected the clothes you wore here yesterday." She handed me a pair of cotton pink panties and a soft fluffy pink terry cloth robe. "Get dressed little one, we have company arriving shortly."

I stood up shakily, pulling the panties up my legs, feeling the cotton make contact with the new vagina sent shivers down my spine. I pulled the robe over my shoulders and then the odd sensation as it closed over top of the new breasts, the cotton against the nipples which were continuing to gain more and more feeling. I looked down to see the nipples and areola changing to a pink color. It was odd to see them change from the previous dull grey to matching my skin tone as if they had always been there. I walked to the kitchen, feeling my new breasts jiggling as I walked, surprised to find a cappuccino waiting for me. I took a sip of it, once again cloying sweet with that odd powdery after taste.

I watched as the mistress walked back into the room with a group of 5 other women. They sat me down on a chair and immediately went to work. I felt human hair being threaded into my own, extending my short ginger locks of hair to now extending down my back lying on the front just passed the tits. As I was sitting there with a moment to think, relaxed by all the hands working on my body I swore it felt like my hips and ass were bigger. The mistress walked in front of me shoving a metal rod down my throat, spraying something in it. I tried to talk but she put her hand over my mouth.

"Give it 15 minutes before you try to talk. You don't need to panic. The spray will change your vocal cords but like everything else it's temporary."

I nodded as I felt hairs being ripped from my eye brows. It wasn't near as bad as the previous waxing of my ass but it was still painful causing tears to well up in the corners of my eyes. The woman working my eyebrows kindly wiped the tears away. She gently pushed my eyelids down and I felt much longer lashes being added to mine.

It was at that point I felt my fingernails and toes were being worked on. When I was given the okay I opened my eyes looking down to find long fingernails painted in light pink with a bright shine to them. I looked past further to see my toenails matched. I was looking at it all when I felt a sharp pinch against my earlobes and then a stud placed through the new holes. That same pain pushed through my nostril, I was moved over to the couch and then that same pinch to my navel. I felt a hand reach out and pull me up. Just like that the vast majority of them had collected their things, heading out of the condo, back to their regular lives.

There were two remaining, the mistress and one other younger girl close to my age. The mistress spoke up, "this is Ashley, she will be teaching you how to do makeup. Make sure you pay extra attention, she will walk you through it once and then watch you do it yourself until you get it right. There will be opportunities later for you to watch videos but it's best when you have someone very experienced to help."

She walked away leaving me with Ashley who did exactly what the mistress said she would do. She carefully walked me through how to apply makeup and then had me repeat her steps over and over again until I got it right. She left me with tons of videos uploaded to the TV and to my deck with ways to do other looks and also how to style my new long hair in different ways. Looking in the mirror once everything was done, I could hardly recognize myself. The makeup somehow made my freckles even more apparent. I noticed the nice diamond studs in my ears and then a very little one in my nose. But what really got me was my eyes, I had always been told that I had the prettiest green eyes from almost everyone who took long enough to look into them. The makeup made them stand out so much more, highlighting every little bit of color. The other effects were subtle little things here and there to bring out feminine aspects of my face that I was not entirely comfortable with seeing them highlighted in such a way. As hard as I tried to find a bit of masculinity the harder I looked the more I kept coming up empty. It was a hard pill to take that I could so easily pass for a female.

The mistress had taken some pity on me or had enough deference to know that a drink after this long day would be needed, it was another Pina colada. I happily drank it down, the chalky aftertaste hardly resonated in my mind.

"Th," I couldn't even get 'thank' out before being confronted by the new sound of my voice being several pitches higher than I was used to. It wasn't quite as high and squeaky as minnie mouse but it was on the high side of the female range. It was like everything in my body was conspiring to make me the most girly girl in the entire state. This ordeal was not going to be as easy as I thought. I finally finished my sentence, "thank you ma'am."

"You're quite welcome Michelle. You've had a stressful day, I know all of this sudden change is a lot to take, especially for someone like you."

"I've been thinking all day that this might not be the worst thing. Yes it's going to be a struggle to get through but in the end it will give me a level of appreciation for everything women go through and leave me with an ability to relate to them. What was it you said earlier? Expand my knowledge base."

She chuckled, "a few hours having a vagina and your brain is already clearing up."

"Wait, speaking of which, how does that work with my hormones? Like I know my testis are still there like and I would assume connected to my body but are they still producing testosterone? I ask because earlier I could feel growing pains from my ass and hips."

"You know that's a good question that I don't actually know. I will have to reach out to the manufacturer." There was something behind the look on her face, the way she spoke, part of me knew she was lying but I decided to let it go.

The rest of the day was spent with a crash course of my new walk in closet, more homework reading material and videos in regards to women's fashion. The mistress left for the day laying out what she wanted to have me study for tomorrow and there apparently would be a test. Thankfully the wake up call the next day was set for 8 AM. I spent the rest of the evening carefully studying the material while having another healthy meal.