What Have They Done to Me? Pt. 02 Ch. 03

Ch. 2 Recap: Days go by as I start getting used to being Sean, Tyler, and Corey's obedient sex slave, which does include some fun for me when they bring another test subject into the mix. But they decide to teach me a lesson in order to motivate me to act more enthusiastically toward them. They intentionally deprive me one morning and emotionally manipulate me until I'm crying and begging them to forgive me. Then they tie me up and ejaculate all over my face and head but nowhere near my mouth. It's not until I've submitted and capitulated to their satisfaction that they finally untie me and let me satisfy the craving.

And so life went on - life as Sean, Tyler, and Corey's slutty, obedient sex slave. I suppose you could say I started getting used to it, at least to some extent. I was actually surprised at how quickly I adjusted - though then again, I guess I didn't really have a choice.

Things certainly got a little easier once my ass and throat got accustomed to getting fucked by an eight-inch dick. (Thankfully, they had eased me into it as far as my ass was concerned). My pussy, on the other hand, required no training whatsoever, and it took very, very little to get me wet. It always struck me as odd the way it seemed to welcome getting fucked, as if it had a mind of its own - as if it loved nothing more than being pounded by these dominant, muscular guys, as if it craved it. Maybe that's something else they affected through the transformation process, I wondered. I had heard that women are more prone to getting physically aroused at certain times during their menstrual cycle, like around ovulation, and especially in response to certain masculine traits and displays of dominance. I had a feeling they designed my body so my hormones would be permanently locked in such a state.

Life really was simpler than it had ever been, as Amberly said it would be, and one good thing about my new life was not really having any real responsibilities anymore. The only thing I had to worry about was looking hot and satisfying whatever man currently had possession over me at the time. That was the sole purpose of my life now, after all. As the boys often reminded me, I was their property, their possession, their pet, their slave, their sex kitten - and also their slutty little princess, their good little whore, their sexy little bitch, their naughty little girl, their hot little fucktoy, their pretty little cum depository (those were just a few examples of how they liked to refer to me nowadays).

There were only a handful of rules I needed to follow. For example, always obeying them without question; always addressing them respectfully as "sir" or "master" ("Daddy" too was acceptable); always looking and smelling my best for them; always tending to it immediately if I knew one them had a hard-on; always showing them how much I love them (which meant having to paw at them and fawn over them constantly and actively try to get their pants off throughout the day, as if it was my idea); and, of course, always swallowing.

That was the thing I liked the least - especially when they would have me finish them by hand and make me lick it off their bodies or even off the floor, like a kitten lapping up milk. Yuk. I also didn't like having two or three of the boys inside of me at once - that wasn't very comfortable. Or their "punishments." They had a whole arsenal to aid in "educating" and "correcting" me when they deemed it necessary - whips, paddles, riding crops, restraints, spreader bars, a cage ... . They even had a specially designed bench which left me bent over, with my arms and legs shackled, unable to move, my ass completely exposed, and my legs spread wide apart (I always knew I was in for an interesting couple of hours when they brought that one out).

My favorite thing, of course, was when they brought another Genetech test subject like Laura into the mix. That would always be the high point of my week, as you might imagine. When it came to just the boys, what I liked the best - or rather, what I disliked the least - was our one-on-one sessions where they were relaxed and took it slow. That was usually how it was at night. It was certainly better than some of the other things they did. And either way, they were going to do something, and that something was inevitably going to involve me naked with at least one of their cocks inside my body, and they usually weren't quite so gentle. So early on, I came to appreciate it to a degree when it was sensuous and romantic.

Oh, and the orgasms. Don't even get me started about the orgasms. Holy crap, the orgasms were phenomenal, way better than they ever were before, and it wasn't unusual for me to cum three or four times a day now, sometimes even more. Too bad it took me getting fucked by a man to bring it out of me (I was never able to get one from masterbating for whatever reason, at least not unless one of the boys was involved). As soon as they figured out how much I loved the orgasms, they began having a little bit of fun with it. Sometimes, they tied me up and tormented me with it - they would tease me and work me over with their fingers and mouths and cocks, bringing me right to the edge, then they'd keep me there for as long as they could while depriving me of that blissful climax. They could keep that up for hours. I'd lay there helplessly, with that intense pleasure just out of reach, groaning and writhing like an animal for the longest time, and in the end, I'd inevitably be crying out over and over begging them to fuck me and let me cum. Boy oh boy, the things they were able to get me to say to them when they had me tied up like that ... . Fun times.

It wasn't all sex and blowjobs, though, believe it or not (though there was lots and lots of that). There were times we'd spend a while just hanging out in the living room, and I came to appreciate those occasions. Sometimes we'd be watching a movie or a football game, and I'd be seated on the couch with one of their arms around me; other times, I'd be watching as they played cards, expected to cheer them on and offer commentary. One thing I have to admit is they were really funny together, and they could often make me laugh (and no, I usually wasn't faking it).

So I guess you could say my stay at the penthouse wasn't all bad. But, although I was getting used to it, there was just so much I missed about my old life.

For one thing, I missed not being a sex object - not being objectified and sexualized every second of the day. I missed my old clothes - being able to wear things without lace and cups and straps and garters, not having to wear things like bras and skirts and dresses and stockings all the time (when I was wearing anything at all that is). Everything I wore was unmistakably feminine - satiny and delicate, restrictive and revealing, and so much of it skin-tight (corsets in particular could get pretty uncomfortable after a while). And boy oh boy did I miss not having to wear high heels so often, especially those merciless five-inch Stilettos (though the boys just loved the way my ass and legs looked in them).

Not having breasts was something else I missed. They could get kind of uncomfortable sometimes, especially if I wasn't wearing a bra, though bras could get uncomfortable on their own as well. And having to shave my legs every day, which was hard to do without cutting myself (the boys always spanked me extra hard for that, to "help me learn to be more careful" they'd say, since they didn't like my legs having a bandaid on them). I also missed not having to put so much effort into my make-up and my hair and nails, always knowing I was doing it only for a man's enjoyment.

I missed not feeling so vulnerable and weak all the time, knowing that pretty much any man could easily overpower me without breaking a sweat. I missed not having to be spanked and pinched and restrained so much. I missed not having to be naked so often, too, exposed and on display. And not having to feel so degraded sometimes. (Case in point: that time they once again deprived me for a few hours as a punishment, then walked me around the penthouse naked on my hands and knees like a dog, leash and all. In the process, they took turns fucking me or having me suck their dick. Then, when all three finished, they shot their loads into a dog food dish and made me lick the bowl clean.)

I also missed my leisure time. I used to love spending hours playing video games. I suppose I was getting to play games all day now, too, but these games were all with sweaty, naked, muscular guys and involved me being made to be their bitch.

But deep down inside, I have to admit it was my penis that I missed the most. I couldn't seem to get over the fact that it was gone. I'd sometimes find myself waking up and immediately bring my hand to my crotch just to confirm it wasn't there anymore. I'd happily give up the amazing orgasms I was now experiencing just to get my old body back for this one sole reason. It might sound silly, but any man would be able to attest to the supreme importance of this part of them. We'd rather lose an arm and a leg rather than lose that. From the moment I discovered the joys of jerking off, I spent my entire life getting limitless fun and enjoyment from those parts of me which were now gone. I was getting plenty of contact with cocks and balls these days, of course, but they belonged to other men, and it was they who were getting the limitless fun and enjoyment, not me. It was ironic how much time I now spent on the manly parts of other guys - kissing, licking, tickling, stroking, sucking, nuzzling, fondling - when I missed my own so much. It always made me feel a pang of mourning for that part of me which was gone, and it made me jealous of what they had.

I guess you could say that was one of the hardest things about all this - the envy. What I saw in the mirror every day, what I was doing for the boys every day, was what I wanted more than anything in the world. I wanted to be a man like them, having all the fun they were, with a woman like me. At least I got to be a part of it, I suppose.

So I never stopped missing being a man, and I often daydreamed about the Genetech bigwigs deciding I had done my part and transforming me back. Or, better yet, they'd reward me for my contributions by transforming me into the type of guy I thought they were going to when this whole thing began. But, in the end, I had a feeling this was just wishful thinking. What motivation would they possibly have to do that? Companies like Genetech didn't just do things out of the kindness of their hearts. I was nothing but a commodity to them, and a valuable one at that. I thought about taking matters into my own hands, wondering if there was a way out of this predicament, a way to escape. But unfortunately, with the tracking chip promising to immobilize me if I left the penthouse and my relentless addiction to cum, I knew I wasn't going anywhere and had no choice but to obey them.

Until, that is, that fateful day I met Robby.

"So this is the legendary Erica," I heard an unfamiliar voice say one afternoon from the opened doorway of my bedroom. It was three o'clock in the afternoon and I was seated at the vanity, freshening up at Sean's request. I turned and saw a new man standing there in front of the opened door. He was built just like the others were - a few inches over six feet tall with wide shoulders, thick arms, and a narrow waist. I could tell women would agree he was very handsome with striking blue eyes, a prominent jawline, and a subtle dusting of five o'clock shadow. His hair was lush and thick and perfectly styled, and he was dressed in an expensive-looking navy blue suit, but without a tie and his collar unbuttoned.

It was the first time I had ever encountered another man since arriving at the penthouse, so I didn't quite know what to make of this. I just sat there, surprised and unsure of myself, as he closed the door behind him and crossed the room to where I was seated.

"I've heard such ... wonderful things about you," he said with a friendly smile as he approached me confidently. "I'm Robby." He extended his hand to me. It was obvious what was expected of me, though it took me a few seconds to offer him my own hand too, unsure of myself as I was. Are Sean, Corey, and Tyler okay with this? I wondered. Do they know he's here? But of course they do, I realized. They must. They were, after all, in the living room. I had heard their laughter not five minutes earlier.

And so I offered Robby my hand and he guided me to my feet. I was wearing nothing but a pink bra and matching pair of panties, though I had long since gotten used to being undressed in front of men in such a way.

"I've been looking forward to meeting you," Robby said. And then, in an instant, he had pulled me into his arms and was kissing me passionately as his hands began gliding along my bare skin and digging into the softness of my body. Knowing what he would want me to do, I wrapped my arms around him, too, clinging to him just as tightly as I had grown accustomed to with the others. I was well aware of what would be expected of me, after all, and by then, I had no penchant for defiance.

We made out like that for a few minutes, all as Robby began hurriedly undressing - first his blazer followed by his dress shirt and undershirt, all frantically removed and dropped to the floor around us. I was moving my hands along his sinewy body - I had long since been taught to participate in such a way - experiencing the firm curvature of his muscular shoulders, arms, and back. I could feel the impatient hardness of his arousal pressed against me as he was manhandling my butt, and by now, I didn't need to be told to bring my hands to his crotch and begin rubbing him on my own. His breathing deepened, an obvious sign of how pleasurable this was for him, and then I unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned and unzipped his pants the way I had been trained and began working them down his legs. He took over at this point, his mouth breaking away from mine only as long as it took him to reach and push his pants the rest of the way down his legs.

He stepped out of these and then pulled me in close as his lips and tongue returned to engage mine. There was a certain frantic quality to his kissing which was new to me. It kind of reminded me of the way I made out with Laura that first time we had been together. It was like he was positively starved for me the way I had felt for her. The fact that he was there kissing me, though, didn't seem to satiate him at all - in fact, it only seemed to make him seem more and more ravenous.

Our mouths never broke away from each other as he guided me into bed and began rolling around with me above the blankets. It wasn't until he had removed my bra that he finally took a break, but only for a minute as he hungrily sucked and nibbled on my hardened nipples, once again like he was starved for them. I couldn't help but enjoy the way this felt, as I always did - I was savoring the intense tingling sensation radiating inside of my body, all the way down to between my legs - but there was something about this current experience which made it particularly potent. I wasn't quite sure what it was, but I suspected it was the extent of his excitement and arousal. He was enjoying my nipples so much that little moans were escaping him, even though I wasn't stimulating his manhood at the time.

I had never been the subject of such frenzied desire, even from the others. There was never any doubt in my mind that Sean, Tyler, and Corey desired me - their almost constant hard-ons were proof enough of that - and it was obvious that they enjoyed my body, but it was different. There was always a sort of complacent entitlement to their enthusiasm, like I was their favorite meal which they got to eat every day - sure, they enjoyed it, but they were always expecting it and knew it was coming. With Robby, it was like he had just gone days without food and was shocked suddenly to find his favorite meal laid out in front of him. His excited fervor was seeming to have an effect on my body, too. I was incredibly wet by now, and blushing significantly, and even breathing heavily, and I felt unusually tingly between my legs. I couldn't believe it, but a part of me actually wanted him to fuck me - and not to satisfy the craving, mind you, since I had just swallowed copious amounts of cum not even an hour before he arrived, but because my body seemed to be aching for it, and I knew it was going to feel really, really good.

His mouth returned to mine and we eventually ended up on our sides, our arms and legs tangled up with one another. Occasionally, his kisses would drift to my cheek and neck, though never for very long. Robby's hands were all over me, and I hate to admit it, but my hands were all over him as well. It wasn't just because the boys had trained me to participate in such a way; it was also because I found that it simply felt good to feel his skin and presence at the moment, for whatever reason. Robby was pushing against me with his hips this whole time, grinding his hardened arousal against me, seemingly unable to wait much longer to enter me and feel its pleasure. And yet he just continued doing what he was doing - making out with me and groping my body, his passionate ardor continuing to mount seemingly without limit.

I was getting restless. I found myself actually wanting to experience the sexual pleasure I knew I would when he began thrusting into me at last. I grabbed hold of his briefs and began pushing them down his legs on my own, releasing his expectant cock at last. I didn't touch it, however, wanting to give him only one way to receive his pleasure. I expected him to take the hint and remove my panties and get on with it, but he seemed to be too distracted for that, too lost - such was the extent to which he was enjoying my mouth and body. So I ended up taking off my own underwear, reaching just enough to slide them down my legs and past my feet.

I then managed to maneuver him so that he was on top of me, and I could feel his rock-hard erection pressed against me tantalizingly close to my opening, but he was making no effort to take things to the next level. I couldn't believe he was holding back in such a way, especially considering how worked up he was. With the others, they couldn't fuck me fast enough, but with Robby, it was like he was choosing to delay it, to hold off, for no other reason than to savor this experience a little longer and enjoy the blissful anticipation as it continued to build and build.

I was getting increasingly impatient, and I finally decided to try to inspire him.

"Fuck me, Robby. Please," I said seductively. "Make me your bitch."

It was the kind of thing I had been encouraged or commanded to say plenty of times with the others, but it was the very first time I had ever said such a thing on my own. His mouth finally pulled away from me and then his eyes opened and met mine. I found him looking at me in a way nobody had ever looked at me before, including Sean, Corey, and Tyler - Robby was looking at me like he was the luckiest man in the world, like he just couldn't believe his luck.

My words, as it turned out, did the trick. Robby slowly guided his throbbing arousal inside of me, and my eyes bulged from the acute intensity of the pleasure I was welcomed with. It was just as good as I thought it would be because of how primed my physical body was for it - maybe even better. Our eyes were locked the entire time as he buried himself inside of me and began pumping away, and I moaned with every drive of his manhood. He leaned in close so that his face was right up against mine, and then he began tenderly kissing me again. I finally allowed my eyes to close, threw my arms around him, and clung to him as he made love to me, my own moans drowned out by his.

Robby didn't last long, and neither did I. He was thrusting into me slowly, steadily, and I could feel the pleasure building inside of me at an unbelievably rapid pace. He was fucking me in a way the others never did. For them, they always seemed to be impatient to get to the end, and they tended to speed up as they approached their climax, like they were chasing it, like all they cared about was the destination. With Robby, it almost felt like he was allowing it to sneak up on him of its own accord, like all he wanted to do was enjoy the journey. Sex with a man had never felt this way for me before. Normally, it was like being driven up a hill with the driver pressing down upon the accelerator as we approached the top, clearing it in no time, and then descending even faster down the other side. But this was different - this was like I was slowing down as I approached the peak.

"Oh, God," I found myself saying - and not because I was putting on a show. I simply couldn't hold it back. "Oh, God."

Robby, meanwhile, had his face buried against my neck, his own moans temporarily muffled by my skin.

"Oh, God. ... Oh, God."

I found myself digging my fingers into his back so hard it might have hurt him. Higher and higher I went, closer and closer to the blissful zenith, and the higher I went, the more the car slowed - like the motor had died and the vehicle was being moved solely by the power of its ever-diminishing momentum.

"Oh, God! Oh, God! Oh, God!"

My pleasure was reaching a degree of intensity that I had experienced plenty of times before, but never for this long - not even close. I almost couldn't believe it. I almost couldn't stand it.

"Ohhhh! Ohhhh!"

And then there I was, clearing the top at last, and I found myself experiencing what was without a doubt the most intense orgasm I had ever enjoyed.

"Ohhhhh! Ohhhhh! Ohhhhh!"

And it was in that moment, as the waves of pleasure detonated inside me, that Robby's own moaning reached a feverish pitch, and I felt his dick contract inside of me followed by the spreading warmth of his seed deep within my body, and I knew he was experiencing his own orgasm at the same time I was. All the while, I was clinging to him even tighter, as if I had to, or else I'd come apart at the seams.

At last, it was over, although the pleasure continued to linger for quite a while. It seemed to be the same for Robby. He stayed inside of me for at least a minute, with his face still pressed against my neck and my arms still clinging to his body, both of us breathing heavily as little moaning noises continued to escape us. Finally, he slid his still-hardened cock out of me and rolled over onto his back. At first, no words were exchanged between us as we both lay there, not even a foot apart from one another, catching our breath.

"Well, that was new," I suddenly found myself unexpectedly saying. I was positively shocked to hear myself say the words. I had been thinking those words, but I couldn't believe I had said them out loud. It was like they had escaped me, and if I could have, I would have frantically grabbed at them to pull them back before they were noticed. I didn't mean to say it. Or, at least, I don't think I meant to.

"What?" Robby asked, and I saw in my peripheral vision that he had turned his head toward me.

I didn't want to elaborate, but now that the words had escaped me, I felt like I had no choice. "I don't really know," I said honestly. "It's just - it was ... new."

I felt terribly embarrassed, like I had been honest in a way I didn't want to be or wasn't ready to be. Fortunately, Robby seemed to pick up on my embarrassment, and he shifted his gaze back toward the ceiling and left it at that.

I decided to change the subject. "So, you must be someone important," I said, turning toward him. I could see his massive chest rising and falling steadily and his generously sized manhood continuing to relax and deflate as his body settled down at last.

"What do you mean?" he asked, turning toward me once again.

"Well, you're here, aren't you?" I said, as if it was obvious. "They don't let just anyone in here with me, so I don't suppose you're the janitor."

Robby chuckled, seeming to understand my meaning.

"So what's your role?" I asked. "Another investor?"

He shook his head. "I'm the COO."

"What's that?"

"Chief operating officer. I suppose you could say I run the day-to-day operations of Genetech."

"Oh, so I have you to thank for my current predicament," I said with obviously feigned, exaggerated gratitude, raising my eyebrows.

He chuckled again. "You can thank the Board of Directors for that."

"Oh, yeah?" I asked. He nodded. "Well, tell them I said to go fuck themselves." I surprised myself by saying something that, on the surface, sounded as hostile and belligerent as that did. But I said it in a way that made it clear it was intended to be a joke, although with undertones of honesty.

Robby seemed to pick up on it, and he didn't just chuckle this time - he outright laughed. "I'll be sure to pass on the message." He then paused, looking at me in a contemplating manner. "You're not what I expected."

I didn't know how to respond at first. "What did you expect?" I finally asked.

He shrugged. "I don't know," he responded, "but you're not it."

We just looked at each other for a moment, no more words exchanged between us, until he suddenly sat up. "I better get going. I said I'd be quick."

Robby left the bed and began gathering up his clothes, and I was now getting a clear view of his masculine physique. He was big - slightly bigger than the others - and lean enough that his skin was pulled tight over the gentle curves of his bulging muscles, with enough vascularity on his powerful arms to underscore his impressive strength. All the while, though, there was a tiny bit of softness around the edges of his muscular bulk, which I guess you could say made him a little less ... intimidating. He wasn't hairless, but he wasn't overly hairy either, with only a slight dusting of chest hair spread across his pecs. I knew the sight of his firm, tight, rounded butt beneath his chiseled back would be pleasing on the eyes for most women.

"I would have thought the COO could do whatever it was that he wanted," I said as I fetched my underwear from farther down the bed and began sliding them up my legs. I once again surprised myself by inquiring in such a way, though I was curious about the dynamic.

"Well, you'd be surprised," Robby replied as he began putting his outfit back on - first his briefs and then his undershirt and dress shirt followed by his pants. "We promised the others you'd be all theirs for as long as they want you, and they still seem to be enjoying themselves." He had just finished buckling his belt and now moved to the mirror to make some final adjustments. "Still, I had heard such ... wonderful things, so I was ... curious." He then turned to me as I was sitting up in bed, putting my bra back on. He picked his coat up but left it off for now. "I had to insist on having the opportunity to meet you." He paused, eyeballing me appreciatively. "And it was very nice meeting you, Erica." He smiled. "I hope I get to see you again soon."

I couldn't believe it, but I almost found myself wanting to say the words - "Me, too." But I didn't. I don't really know why I didn't. Then again, I don't really know why I would have wanted to say such a thing to begin with. I guess there was just something different about Robby and this whole encounter, something genuine, something authentic. And I can't deny that it felt really, really good. I think I enjoyed it more than any other sexual encounter so far - maybe even more than that initial encounter with Laura. I realized that I actually liked the way he looked at me, the way he kissed me, the way he made love to me, though this notion shocked me.

It seemed like Robby lingered for a few seconds, as if waiting to hear whether I would respond, and then finally turned around, opened the door, and left.

It wasn't until he was obviously outside of earshot that I finally allowed the words to escape me.

"Me, too."

As it turned out, we didn't have to wait long. Robby was back a few days later. Tyler had beckoned me to go freshen up and wait for a "visitor" in the bedroom, and I knew immediately it would be Robby. I got the sense that the boys weren't exactly pleased that another man was enjoying their possession, but that it was something they were begrudgingly permitting. And then Robby and I had sex - he fucked me on my side this time, then maneuvered me so that I was prone on my stomach before him - and, although it wasn't quite as frantic as it was that first time, it was just as passionate. We once again climaxed at the same time - it was like he had timed it that way - and when it happened, it was while Robby was kissing the back of my neck which I found particularly pleasurable.

Robby began coming over regularly, every three or four days, though never for very long - no more than an hour at most, which was all the boys were willing to permit apparently. We would have frantic sex, like he had been looking forward to it for days, and then he would pull my body against his so I'd find myself snuggling with him afterwards, which was not something the boys often did. Then, we'd talk - pillow talk, I guess you could call it - and I began to learn a little about him. I was actually shocked at how honest and open he was with me.

Robby wasn't his original name, of course. His original name was Aaron. He had been a successful corporate leader who had experience in the upper echelons of some fairly large Fortune 500 companies. He had been married with several adult children, and his wife had passed away a year before he had been tapped for the COO position at Genetech. He said he never would have taken it if his wife was still alive - not unless she was able to stay with him - which I found to be somewhat heartwarming. The hardest thing for him, he said, had been severing his relationship with his children, who ended up convinced he had passed away from a heart attack. It was something he would have to do in order to accept the position and all the benefits that came along with it, and that had given him pause. But he said the offer of turning back the clock and starting over at age thirty in a state of health much better than he had ever known before was just too tempting. And so they had faked his death and given him a new identity, like they did with most of the others. Apparently, it wasn't as hard as one might expect - at least, not for the rich and powerful.

Unexpectedly, to my utter and complete surprise, Robby started asking me about me and my previous life - where I grew up, what I was studying, what I enjoyed doing, what I wanted to do with my life, even my relationship with my mother and scant relatives. I couldn't believe what an interest he seemed to take in me. He seemed genuinely sorry that I hadn't been close with anyone, especially my family. And the questions he asked me, the things he said in response ... no one had ever talked to me that way before. I didn't really get into it with him, but I found myself reflecting on things in a way I never did before as a result of our conversations. I started to realize why I hadn't been close to anyone, including my own family. And I wish I could say there was a better reason for it. I used to feel sorry for myself, blaming my bitterness and antisocial tendencies on the fact that I grew up without a father, but that wasn't it at all. I never missed my father, not for a second, and my mother did everything for me and gave me a good life. She gave me such a good life, in fact, and spoiled me so thoroughly, that I eventually started to take it all for granted. And then I became so consumed by selfishness and self-indulgence that all I cared about was myself and my immediate wants and desires.

Although Robby never explicitly expressed remorse for what Genetech had done to me, he made it a point to explain that the decision by the Board of Directors was simply to give Sean, Tyler, and Corey a test subject as a demonstration of the company's capabilities. They never said anything about using an unwilling male. There was no need to, because they were already absolutely confident in the technology, and the plan had always been to use voluntary subjects who knew what they were getting into. There would be no shortage of these, after all. In the end, it was Dr. Reilly and Dr. Roberts in concert with Amberly who decided to use me in order to test the boundaries of what they were capable of - as a way of proving it to the boys. The board didn't find out about it until I was already here, or else they would have put a stop to it. Somehow, I could tell it was the truth.

From Robby, I learned a little bit more about the company itself as well. They had set out to unlock the secrets of genetic engineering and, after several major breakthroughs, found themselves roughly five or ten years ahead of other companies and researchers engaged in the same kind of work. The question became how to capitalize on it in the meantime, which apparently was more challenging than one might think. This was one of the greatest, most significant technological discoveries in the history of mankind, after all. The Board of Directors believed that, once the American public became aware of what it was that they were able to do, they would not be free to use it as they saw fit. Their ability to profit on it would then be severely restricted, if not curtailed entirely.

They had initially planned to operate in the shadows and offer transformations to the world's richest elite, predominantly men, for astounding sums of money, giving them bodies that were more perfect than they could have dreamt of. They knew they would be able to make a fortune through this, of course. And then they came up with the idea of providing some of these men with similarly perfect female companions, which would enable them to make even more money, especially if they could ensure her sexual cooperation and active participation. It only took them six months to develop the ability to manipulate the brain so as to attach addictive properties similar to those of opioids and nicotine to any compound they chose. And of course they very quickly realized how appealing such a thing would be on its own - a stunningly gorgeous sex-starved young woman, whose loyalty and fidelity could easily be controlled - and the rest, as they say, is history.

Apparently, though, the financial situation faced by the company was becoming dire, hence the importance of Sean, Tyler, and Corey. They apparently were unimpressed with the company's progress to date and had been threatening to withdraw their support, which would be crippling. That explained why the company was bending over backwards to make the three of them happy. It also explained Amberly's involvement. She wasn't just some lowly executive assistant, I came to learn. Or, rather, she was, but not to just anyone - she was the Executive Assistant of the CEO of the company. The fact that she had been keeping such close tabs on me underscored how important Sean, Tyler, and Corey were for the company's future - and thus how important I was, too.

I can't believe I'm saying this, but I started looking forward to Robby's visits. I liked that he seemed to take an honest interest in me as a person and not just as a sex toy. It was a welcome change from what I had experienced these last few weeks. I liked that he opened up to me about his own life and seemed honestly interested in my own. And the sex was different from what I experienced with the others. It was simply better - a lot better. I liked how tender he was, how passionate and sensuous, and how enthusiastic he was about me. The pleasure I experienced with him was far greater than what it was with the others. It was always the same - he would come to me in an already excited state and we would make out frantically while shedding our clothes as his level of arousal became increasingly untenable. Then we would make love, and afterwards we would use what time we had left just laying in bed, talking. I was actually sorry when it was time for him to go, when I would go back to tending to Sean, Tyler, and Corey.

I could tell Robby was sorry, too.

"I wish I could stay," he said as he finished dressing following his fourth visit. "But I promised I wouldn't take more than an hour."

I was sitting at the edge of the bed at the time, having already put my bra and panties back on, talking to him as he dressed. He looked at me silently for a moment, then he crossed the room to me and stopped for a few seconds, staring down at me warmly. Then he leaned in and kissed me gently on the forehead.

"I'll be thinking about you," he said. He lingered for a moment more, then he turned around and left.

I marveled at his words, and they echoed in my mind: I'll be thinking about you. I'll be thinking about you. Sean, Tyler, and Corey never talked to me like that. Every now and then, one of them had to be away from the hotel suite for a few days on business, and they never said anything like that when they announced they were leaving. And when they returned, although they certainly enjoyed my presence, they never acted like they had missed me very much. I was obviously nothing but a toy to them, a plaything. I was something different to Robby.

I'll be damned, I thought, finally realizing what was happening. He's falling in love with me. He's falling in love with me.

And that was the moment I started coming up with a plan - a plan to escape the penthouse once and for all.

I wouldn't see Robby for another week, which made me start to get anxious. Could the boys have decided to cut him off from me? I wondered. It was obvious how possessive they were of me, and it was also obvious they could probably put a stop to his visits if they wanted to. That would ruin everything. But then, out of the blue one afternoon, Sean said the words I had been waiting for: "Go freshen up. You're going to have a visitor." I instantly knew it would be Robby, and I knew exactly what to do.

I scrambled to find something extra special to wear for him, and I picked out a pink corseted bustier that I would have killed to see a woman in. I adjusted it so it was as tight as I could bear, which I knew would do even greater wonders for the feminine shape of my hips, waist, butt, and breasts. It came with dangling garters, matching panties, and thigh-stockings, and I put those on, too. Then I quickly went to work at the vanity, putting extra care into touching up my hair and make-up. I wanted to look as good as possible for him when he arrived.

At last, I heard the door open. I turned, and there he was, just shutting the door behind him.

"Robby!" I said excitedly, flashing him the widest smile I could. I immediately jumped to my feet and rushed to where he stood, seemingly surprised at my sudden unbridled enthusiasm. I threw my arms around him and kissed him passionately, which ended up lasting at least a minute.

"I missed you," I added when I finally pulled my mouth away from his. "What took you so long?"

"Sorry, babe," he responded. "I was out of town on business."

He took a step back and scanned me up and down, as if noticing what I was wearing for the very first time.

"Wow," he said, clearly enjoying the sight of me.

I tried my best to look back at him with a flirty expression. "You like it?"

Robby nodded eagerly.

"When Sean told me I was going to have a visitor, I knew it was going to be you," I said. "So I picked it out special for you."

"Really," he said, seeming pleased. He circled around me, eyeballing me up and down. And then he placed his hands on me and began running them up and down my waist and hips, seeming to adore the way the feminine curvature of my body was significantly enhanced by the corset. "I like it a lot."

"But it's really uncomfortable," I added, playfully pouting. "Maybe you could ... help me take it off?"

Robby grinned and, over a period of several frenzied minutes, he did just that. We ended up rolling around in bed for a while as his own clothing came off, and there came a point where he was on his back and I was on top of him, and his cock of course was hard as a rock. Then I mounted him and began riding him frantically. I was doing all the work, allowing him to just lay there and enjoy it. His eyes were open the whole time, appreciating the view of my naked body as he gently fondled my breasts.

"Oh, Robby," I started saying toward the end, as our admittedly mutual pleasure was reaching its dramatic crescendo. "Oh, Robby. Oh, Robby!"

And then I leaned in and kissed him as I felt his cock explode inside me, and it was in that instant that I was overtaken by my own orgasm, and I was moaning into his mouth as our lips and tongues listlessly engaged each other. A good twenty or thirty seconds passed before the pleasure finally began to fade, and then I rolled off of him, practically collapsing onto my back. I lay there silently for a moment and then turned my head toward him. He did the same, and then we made eye contact, and I whispered the words I had always intended to say.

"God, I love you."

I immediately gasped and brought my hand to my mouth in a dramatic gesture, as if I had let slip a secret that I didn't mean to share. I stared at him for a few seconds, like I was worried how he would respond, but he responded exactly as I hoped he would.

"I love you too, Erica." His words were absolutely confirmed by the look in his eyes.

I just lay there silently for a moment, my mouth gaping open, as if I couldn't believe it. "You do?" I asked incredulously.

He nodded. "I fell in love with you the moment I met you."

I just stared back at him for a few seconds, like I was still struggling to believe it. I found myself to be a fairly good actress. "Oh, Robby," I said, and then I moved in close and kissed him passionately.

We lay together for a while afterwards, just holding each other, not saying anything - seemingly, not needing to. And then he made a joke and I made it a point to giggle, and we ended up talking like we always talked after making love, as if it was just another day. There came a point where there was a lull in the conversation, and I started gently caressing his muscular torso with my fingertips. I started at his firm, hairy pecs then began drifting down to his softly chiseled abs. I was gradually going lower and lower, wandering farther and farther, getting ever closer to his manhood. I could tell from his breathing and the way he began rhythmically lifting his butt off the bed that this was having its intended effect. I looked down to confirm it and saw his big cock sticking straight up, throbbing from anticipation. I made eye contact with him while offering him a mischievous smile.

"I want to find out what you taste like," I said seductively. I could tell he liked that a lot. I slowly kissed my way down his body and began going down on him, basically washing his cock and balls with my tongue before using all the skills I had developed over the past few weeks to make it the best blowjob he ever received. And I moaned as his cock flooded my mouth with his cum, as if it was the greatest tasting thing I had ever experienced, and gulped it all down eagerly.

Eventually, I ended up back where I started, my head nestled against his chest, as he was settling down. I was tracing little shapes on his chest with my fingertips.

"Don't go," I said, pouting.

"I have to," he replied.

"Why?" I asked. "You're the COO of the company. You can do whatever you want."

"I really can't," he responded. "They are very territorial about you. I'm surprised they're allowing this at all."

It was then that he got out of bed and began getting dressed, and I did the same. I put the corset back on, wanting him to leave with the memory of how I looked in it burned into his brain.

"Don't make me wait so long this time," I said as we kissed in front of the doorway.

He looked at me warmly. "I won't," he said. "I promise."

Robby kept his word. He was back two days later, and I made this encounter just as good as the last one had been. I was pulling out all the stops, doing everything I had ever seen a woman do in shows and movies, not to mention pornos, which I knew would have had an effect on me. And as we lay in bed afterwards, I decided to step it up a notch.

"Stay a little longer," I said, in a needy kind of voice.

"I want to," he replied, "but I can't."

"Yes," I added. "You can."

"I really can't."

"Why not?" I asked, sounding disappointed.

"Because I assured them I would never be more than an hour."

"Who cares?" I paused for a moment, looking at him intently. He didn't respond, so I continued. "It's like I said the other day, you're the COO of the company. You're the boss. Not them."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"It means you can do whatever you want!"

"That's not the way it works."

"What do you mean that's not the way it works?" I was starting to allow myself to sound more and more upset. I was finding it easier than I imagined it would be to allow my emotions to begin taking over. I could actually feel myself getting more and more frustrated, even though I had planned out everything I was saying. "You're telling me you're the second in command of the company, second only to the CEO, and you can't even get a few extra minutes?"

Robby sighed. I had a hunch that my plan was working. "Erica, let's not do this."

"Do what?" I said. It was becoming more and more natural. "What do you mean by that?"

He looked at me blankly and didn't say anything, so I filled the gap.

"I said, 'What do you mean by that?'" By now, I was allowing myself to sound positively incensed.

Robby paused for a moment, clearly unsure how best to navigate this unexpected conflict. "I don't know what you expect from me right now."

"I expect you to be a man!" I shot back at him.

That seemed to take him aback. He was clearly not prepared for things to turn out this way. It looked like he was taking a moment to try and consider his next words carefully. "Please don't be like this."

"Like what?" I asked. To my utter and complete surprise, tears started to well in my eyes. I couldn't believe how easy this was. "Like someone who wants to spend more time with the man she loves?"

He looked even more taken aback. He obviously didn't know what he could possibly say to salvage this situation. And to my infinite delight, the tears started flowing. I had no idea I could control my emotions the way I was. It was like discovering a new weapon.

"You know what?" I spit out in between sobs. "Just go. I don't care." And at that, I buried my face in my hands and started crying full force.

There was probably a good minute or so as Robby just lay there next to me, clearly clueless as to what he should do. Finally, he pulled me in close to him and hugged me tightly as I continued to cry.

"I'm sorry," I said at last, stifling more sobs. "I just don't want you to go."

"I know," he responded. I could tell that he was struggling with his emotions himself.

After a while, I got control of myself, and managed to look him in the eye. "It's fine," I said. "I don't want to delay you any more." I wiped snot away from my nose and sniffled. "Just please come back soon, okay?"

He looked at me tenderly, then nodded. "I will," he replied. "I promise."

By then, I was feeling very pleased with myself. Everything was going exactly according to plan. Robby, the second in command at Genetech, was falling deeper and deeper in love with me and feeling more and more sorry for me with each and every one of our encounters. I couldn't believe how easy it was to manipulate a man's emotions and desires like this. Then again, considering how women evolved to be so much physically weaker than men and so much more at their mercy, I supposed we would have developed certain skills and abilities to give us a leg up. It was funny how I would have said "give us a leg up" - as if I had always been a woman. But I guess it didn't matter anymore - all that mattered was that I was a woman now.

It was on a Saturday afternoon that the latest encounter with Robby happened - it was often difficult to tell what day of the week it was, but I was starting to keep track based on what the boys would watch on TV - and it was that very night that everything came crashing down around me.

I was with Sean when it happened. It was his turn to enjoy me for the night, and he was fucking me one final time with me on my hands and knees in bed. He sounded to be within seconds of cumming when he suddenly barked an unexpected order - "Grab my balls."

Clumsily, as he slowed down with his thrusting, I reached behind me between my legs to where he was kneeling and found his big, hairy testicles and wrapped my fingers around them. As soon as they were enclosed within my hand, Sean stopped thrusting entirely. I wasn't quite sure what he wanted me to do with them - I had started to gently massage them since that's what they usually had me do - but he ended up demystifying that in a second. "Now squeeze them."

I did as he directed, gently applying the slightest bit of pressure, but it wasn't enough.

"Harder," he said. "Don't be squeamish."

And so I applied more pressure than I was comfortable with, and this seemed to accomplish whatever it was that he intended. He let out a satisfied moan. "Perfect," he said, and then resumed his thrusting.

It wasn't until afterwards that I learned what that was all about. "I wanted to last a little longer," he said as we lay next to each other afterward. "That's why I had you squeeze my balls."

"That makes you last longer?" I asked. I had never heard of that before.

"Yep," he said. "For me, it's like resetting the clock - fills me with panic, enough to buy me an extra couple minutes at least."

"I'll have to remember that," I said, "if I ever get changed back into a man."

In my peripheral vision, I could see Sean turn his head toward me and look at me in a strange manner. I turned my own head and met his gaze, wondering if he had been put off by what I had said. This somewhat surprised me. I didn't often make comments like that - alluding to the fact that I hadn't always been a woman - but I did from time to time and it never seemed to bother them.

But it wasn't that at all.

"I assumed you knew," Sean said.

"Knew what?"

"They can't," he said.

"'Can't' what?"

"Change you back into a man."

His words took several seconds to sink in as I just stared at him with a dumbfounded expression. He can't be right, I thought to myself.

"It's a one-way street," he elaborated. "They can change men into women but not the other way around. I guess once the DNA is stripped of its Y chromosomes, there's no going back."

He said this matter-of-factly, like it was no big deal - like this information would just be a matter of intellectual curiosity for me. But it was more than that. It was a lot more than that. It was everything. I suddenly felt the emotions building up inside me, almost like a balloon inflating. I knew I only had a matter of seconds before it popped.

"Oh," I said calmly, as if this really was just a matter of curiosity which had no bearing on my life or hopes or aspirations. On some level, I recognized that it was important to avoid letting on how much I was affected by this - how I needed to avoid even the slightest hint of how much I wanted to find a way to escape and get turned back into a man. "I guess that makes sense." And then I flashed him a flirty smile. "I have to pee. I'll be right back." Then, I added, "Don't go anywhere."

I got out of bed naked as I was and made my way to the bathroom, closing the door behind me. I sat on the toilet, buried my head in my hands, and began crying - though I was doing it softly enough that Sean wouldn't be able to hear. I couldn't have stopped myself if I tried.

So, there's no going back. I'll be a woman for the rest of my life. I began to come to grips with the ramifications. I'll never know what it's like to have a dick again. I'll have breasts and will need to wear a bra and be expected to shave my legs for the rest of my life. I'll always be so vulnerable, so physically weak. I'll always be the subject of men's hungry stares and desires. And I'll never again experience what it's like to fuck a woman, not really - not the way I want to.

Truth be told, I can't say I had a concrete plan to get them to transform me back into a man. I had this vague notion that, once my plan with Robby worked and I was free, able to go wherever I please, I could find a way to blackmail them or otherwise force them to change me back. I didn't think too much about it yet - there was no point until I was free of Genetech's control - but it was something I didn't really doubt would happen. The possibility had occurred to me that, even if I did manage to escape, it might never happen. I might never be able to get them to transform me back. But surely someone like me, with the kind of information I had about Genetech and what went on at that facility, would be able to cause some significant problems for them.

But now, it was moot. There was no going back.

Why didn't they tell me? I wondered. But then again, why would they have told me? They would want me to have that kind of hope. The hope that they would transform me back eventually would be one additional incentive for me to behave and do what was expected of me. It would be one more weapon in their arsenal to get me to do whatever they wanted. I have to admit, that had always been a driving force behind how cooperative I always was. One of the reasons I didn't fight or defy them was because I wanted to stay in their good graces for the day I finally broached the subject and asked them to consider changing me back and letting me go, if they didn't bring it up on their own.

I could have cried and cried for hours, but I knew Sean would be expecting me to return. It took every ounce of strength I had to master my emotions and force myself to stop crying. Tomorrow, in the bath, I'll have myself a good long cry, I thought. But for now, I can't allow Sean to see me like this - to know how affected I was by his revelation.

Because maybe this shouldn't change anything, I thought. Maybe I should continue moving forward with my plan, even if I never will be transformed back into a man.

I wiped tears away from my face and checked myself in the mirror to make sure it wasn't too obvious that I had been crying - thankfully, it wasn't - and then flushed the toilet and returned to Sean's bed. I curled up next to him and, in hopes of throwing him off the scent, I started slowly kissing his shoulder.

"Hey, honey?" I said in a pleading kind of way, obviously to indicate that there was something I wanted him to do. "You think you can get me off one more time before bed?" I said it in a cute, desperate-like manner, knowing he'd appreciate that.

He did. "I think I can help you with that," he said, grinning, then he climbed on top of me and started making out with me full force as his hand drifted down my body and settled between my legs.

I spent the entire time in the bathtub the next day thinking this through. And I made the decision - I was going to continue moving forward with my plan. If I couldn't be free as a man, then at least I would be free as a woman.

It wouldn't be so bad, I told myself. I was kind of used to having the body I had, used to having a vagina, although it was a poor substitute for what I had before, at least from my point of view. And there were certainly some perks to it - the orgasms, for instance, and I did love seeing myself in the mirror. Just because I was a woman wouldn't mean I'd have to dress like one for the most part. I could dress modestly, even like a tomboy - baggy pants and T-shirts, for example. I could date other women, too, although having sex with a woman as a woman wasn't nearly the same thing as having sex with her as a man. I suddenly found myself wondering if I'd want to have sex with men, too, from time to time. I would have expected the answer to be a resounding "no," but deep down inside, I suspected that it might be a little more complicated. Not wanting to acknowledge it, though, I shrugged this thought aside.

So, as far as I was concerned, the matter was settled. I would be moving forward with my plan.

Two days later, I was back in bed with Robby, and I decided to take it to the next level. We just had sex, of course, and I was curled up with him with my head resting on his chest like always.

"You know what I've been daydreaming about?" I said, making eye contact with him, sounding like it was something I just had to share with him.

"What?" he asked.

I paused, and then I looked away suddenly as if abruptly changing my mind. "Forget it."

"What?" he said, with even greater interest.

"No, it's too embarrassing!" I replied, burying my head into his chest as if in self-consciousness. "I shouldn't have said anything."

"Well, now you have to tell me."

I lifted my head and glared at him for a few seconds then sighed, settling back on his chest, as if reluctantly deciding to go forward with it regardless of my embarrassment. "I was just thinking about ... you being able to have me all to yourself." I paused for a moment before starting to trace more shapes on his chest. "Me being able to come home with you ... and us living together ... waking up next to you every morning ... waking you up every day with a nice, slow, sensuous blowjob ... . And then I'd bring you your coffee, and I'd help you shower - trust me, we would never need to own a loofa - and then I'd make you breakfast and see you off to work with a kiss ... . Then, when you're at work, I'd do everything, all the cleaning, all the laundry, all the errands, all the shopping, and then I'd make myself nice and pretty for you before you came home. And as soon as you walked through that door, I'd show you exactly how much I missed you ... . But it would have to be fast because I'd have dinner ready for you at the table and we wouldn't want it to get cold. And after we ate, we'd spend all evening together. I'd be giving you a nice long massage while we watched TV together, and then eventually you'd bring me to our bedroom where I would be yours to do with as you please, for as long as you please, and I'd wear whatever you wanted me to ... . Then, on the weekends, we could spend all day in bed together, and we could find out just how many times I can get you off in a single day, and then I'd always try to break the record ... . And you'd never have to share me with another man, and my body would be yours, and yours alone." I paused for a moment. "I told you it was silly."

Robby was silent for a few seconds. I'm sure he was contemplating the life he would have if he could find a way to make that happen.

"That sounds nice," he finally said, sounding forlorn, just as I had hoped he would.

"It's too bad it'll never happen, because I'd make a really good wife," I added confidently. "Just saying."

Robby seemed lost in thought for a little while after that, though he eventually sought to change the subject, and then we talked like normal for the little time that was left for us.

After he departed, I found myself reflecting on how far I had come with him. I knew the things I was doing and saying, the treatment I was giving him, were having a profound effect on him. But I also recognized that this didn't mean my plan was going to work out in the end. So much needed to fall into place in order for that to happen. I knew I needed to accept that. I knew at the beginning that this would be a long shot, though it was the only shot I had.

The weeks went by. I continued to see Robby every few days, and I continued to let slip here and there about how great it would be if we could get married one day, if I could be his wife. I would do this subtly, wistfully, like I had no misconceptions that this was even a remote possibility, but it was such a wonderful thought that I just couldn't keep it to myself.

Nothing was coming of it, though, and as more and more time passed, I started letting go of hope. I'll never get out of here, I started to realize. If I do, I'll just end up at another penthouse exactly like it. And as time went on and I started getting used to the notion that nothing was going to change, I started caring less and less about my end game and more and more about the time Robby and I were able to spend together. I was beginning to appreciate him more with every passing visit. Deep down inside, this started to challenge Robby's role as nothing more than a tool to accomplish my goals and help me escape. He started becoming something more than that. I realized he might have been all along.

It was Monday - I only knew that because I could tell yesterday was Sunday based on the things the boys were watching on TV - and something strange happened. For the first time since the day of the notorious cum shower, I woke up alone, this time in Sean's room. It took me a minute to get my bearings straight. Oh, no, I thought, with the memory of that infamous encounter still fresh in my mind. Here we go again. I was naked, of course, and the outfit Sean had me wear for him last night was scattered around the room. It was an authentic powder blue cheerleader uniform - not the cheap, trashy kind you buy at a Halloween store, but what looked to be the real thing (Sean really liked to roleplay, after all). I got out of bed and started getting dressed, putting on the light blue spankies and sports bra followed by the short pleated skirt and sleeveless top with the word "CHEER" written across it. I then took a deep breath, braced myself for whatever was to come, and made my way to the living room.

As expected, I found all three men already dressed, seated around the coffee table. But completely unexpectedly, there was a fourth man with them.

It was Robby.

That realization stopped me in my tracks. What could this mean? I wondered. I felt a potent wave of nervous anticipation sweep through me. Nothing like this had ever happened before. Any time I saw Robby, we were always alone in my bedroom. I had never seen these four in each other's presence before. They were deep in conversation at first with serious expressions, though that petered out as they shifted their attention to me while I slowly approached, insecure as I was, and took a seat in an empty armchair. I had the unmistakable sense that whatever was about to happen was going to be major. Could I be in trouble? I thought. Could Robby have started to get a sense for what I was up to, how I was trying to manipulate him?

At last, Sean broke the weighty silence.

"Well, Erica," he said, pausing dramatically. "It sounds like it's time to say goodbye."

It took several seconds for his words to register as I just stared back at him, my jaw slackening.

"We're going to miss you," Tyler said.

"We definitely had some good times," Corey added. "But I'm afraid you're just going to have to learn to manage without us."

I was utterly and completely speechless. I turned toward each of them, trying to make sense of what was happening. Finally, at last, I turned toward Robby.

He paused momentarily. "You're coming home with me," he finally said matter-of-factly.

All eyes were on me, as if waiting to see how I would respond. "What?" was all I could manage.

"Sean, Tyler, and Corey are going to begin breaking in a new test subject later today," Robby replied. "So you're going to need to be dressed and ready to leave within two hours."

I couldn't believe it. The word slipped out of me once again.

"What?"

"You're coming home with me," Robby repeated, this time smiling. "Now, why don't you go draw yourself a bath and decide what to wear." He hesitated momentarily, looking me up and down, and I was vaguely aware of how ridiculous I looked in that cheerleader uniform. "Something a little more ... appropriate."

I continued to stare back at him, my mouth gaping open. I think I was somewhat in a state of shock.

"Go on," he said, gesturing with his head in the direction of my open doorway.

It took a few more seconds, but I finally got to my feet and made my way to the bedroom. It didn't feel real yet. I was going home with Robby. I was going home with Robby!

I moved fast, filling the bathtub while trying to decide what to wear. I still couldn't believe it. My plan had worked. All my efforts over the past few weeks had paid off. I was finally going to be free of Sean, Tyler, and Corey's control, and I would never see the inside of this penthouse again. I felt bad for whoever it was who would be taking my place, remembering how difficult it had been for me to adjust to this new lifestyle and the boys' relentless expectations. But I couldn't worry about that. I had no control over it. Plus, I remembered what Robby had said that one time - that the plan had always been to use volunteers who knew what they were getting into. It didn't sound like it was going to be a reluctant guy, someone they had cruelly tricked like they did with me.

I went through my usual routine, washing up and shaving and tidying myself up between my legs before drying off. I then applied moisturizer to my soft, smooth skin before putting on lavender-scented deodorant and a couple spritzes of perfume. I put on a pink bra and matching pair of panties then settled at the vanity to do my makeup and brush my hair before putting on the outfit I had picked out for myself. It was one of the most normal-looking things I could find - a tight pair of ultrashort cut-off jean shorts, which I could see from my reflection in the mirror hugged my butt beautifully, and a tight pink tank top which strained against the bulge of my breasts, leaving a little of my midriff exposed. Should I take anything with me? I wondered. Probably not, I decided. Sean, Tyler, and Corey's new "friend" would be needing everything after all.

I slid my feet into a pair of high-heeled sandals - they were the closest things I could find that seemed to go with the outfit I had selected - and emerged into the living room to find Robby all by himself seated on the couch.

"You ready to go?" he said with a wide smile as he rose to his feet, eyeballing my body up and down appreciatively.

"Not exactly," I said. Although I had been somewhat distracted by the morning's events, by then, the craving was relentless. "There's something I need to do first."

"What's that?" he asked.

I walked up to him slowly, giving him a seductive look that would make my intentions obvious, then I grabbed him by the waistband of his pants and pulled him into me. I started to rub him above his pants while staring into his eyes and flashing him a flirty, mischievous kind of smile which I had learned from prior experience could always be counted on to make a man ready. Part of me was doing it because I needed to satisfy the craving and knew this would be the quickest way to make it happen, but part of me also wanted nothing more than to express my gratitude toward Robby, or else just to reward him for what he had accomplished on my behalf.

I could feel him harden in a matter of seconds. Without another word, I slowly lowered myself to my knees, unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, then hurriedly yanked them down along with his briefs. As soon as his fully hardened cock flopped out, I took it into my mouth and began blowing him, using my hand to provide an added bit of friction to make him cum quicker.

"Now I'm ready to go," I said a couple minutes later after I had brought him to orgasm and swallowed it down, relishing the feeling of relief as the craving was satisfied as always. Robby was pulling his pants back up as I was wiping some stray spit away from my mouth.

"Well, then, let's go," he said, sounding satisfied.

Robby offered me his hand, and I took it. And then, at long last, he led me hand-in-hand out of the penthouse into the hotel hallway. No words were exchanged between us at first until we arrived at the elevators, then Robby began to explain what happened.

Weeks ago, he confessed his love for me and his desire for us to be together to the CEO of the company, who apparently sympathized (I guess they had been friends for a long time). Robby argued that he had earned it, and reminded him of his loyalty and contributions, how he had helped guide the company and build it into what it was today. At first, though, his boss flat-out refused. Sean, Tyler, and Corey would never approve of it, for one thing, and their support was far too important for the company's future.

But Robby didn't give up. One night, he met up with Sean for a drink and made a suggestion. Wouldn't it be nice, he said, to be able to start over with a brand new woman? Maybe a blonde this time? Surely they must be getting bored of Erica. Sean knew, of course, that Robby was developing very strong feelings for me - the fact that he kept insisting on these liaisons was proof enough of that - and he was just as territorial as ever. And so he thanked Robby for the suggestion though politely declined.

But the fact was, he was getting a little bored of me. All three of them were. They could only fuck the same woman so many times before it lost some of its novelty, after all. Over time, the notion of getting to start over with a new woman became increasingly more appealing. It was something they began discussing, and once the idea took hold, there was no shaking it. Apparently, they had a lot of fun training me to be a good little slut for them - even more fun than they had after they had successfully molded me into their perfect little fucktoy. The journey, apparently, was even better than the destination.

"How did you get your boss to agree to it?" I asked. By then, we had arrived outside the entrance to the hotel, waiting for the valet attendant to return with Robby's car. The experience of walking through the hotel like I was just any other person, passing other guests and hotel employees, dressed in a normal kind of outfit, was indescribable (although I could plainly see that every man we encountered was shooting me intrigued glances and checking me out as we passed). And then it simply felt amazing to be outside the front entrance in public during the daytime, seeing cars pass by along the street in front of us amidst the daytime bustle of the city. It was the first time since I had arrived at the Genetech facility that I found myself in an environment like this. I relished that sense of normalcy.

Robby shrugged. "My contract was up for renewal, and I suggested we alter the compensation package. Basically, I suggested giving up some stock options in exchange for a test subject." He paused. "A lot of stock options," he grumbled under his breath, mostly to himself, as if he couldn't hold it back. I could tell he had probably given up a fortune for me, remembering what Amberly said was the going rate for a test subject like me.

The valet attendant pulled up in Robby's yellow Lamborghini. I had never been into cars like a lot of other guys, but even I had to admit it was incredibly impressive. Robby opened the door for me and I climbed in, then he took his place behind the wheel and sped off.

"There's something I need to tell you," he said as he navigated the busy city streets. It sounded serious. He paused for a moment, as if what he was about to share was difficult for him. "I trust you, Erica. I trust you completely. And I wanted to show you how much I trust you." He paused again. "I was going to have them remove the tracking chip, but they refused."

In an instant, all my hopes came crashing down around me. I felt utterly and completely defeated. Everything depended on Robby having the tracking device removed. I had hoped he would do it of his own accord - after all, without the tracking device removed, I wouldn't be able to go to the grocery store on my own, or the bank, or the post office. I'd have to be accompanied at all times by Robby, or someone else who had the app installed on their phone. It would be such a nuisance.

Even if he didn't have it removed on his own, I figured I could eventually convince him, talk him into the benefits of me being able to go where I wanted without having to make all these troublesome arrangements ahead of time - while constantly assuring him of my undying loyalty.

But evidently, that wasn't going to happen.

"The Board of Directors was insistent on it," Robby continued. "It was one thing they wouldn't make concessions on."

I was absolutely crushed, but I knew I couldn't let that on. I couldn't let him suspect that I wanted the tracking chip removed.

"It's okay," I managed to say warmly. I considered my next words very carefully. "I'm not going anywhere. So what does it matter?"

"It's not just that," Robby added. I got the sense that he had been dreading telling me this, and just wanted to get it over with. "They also said you can't have access to a phone or computer - anything that would help you contact anyone."

So, it's even worse than I thought. I'm going to be a prisoner in Robby's house no differently than I was a prisoner in the penthouse. And there's nothing I can do about it.

I really thought coming home with Robby would mean living a normal life - having access to a phone, being able to leave the house whenever I wanted, being able to talk to other people. I knew the company would probably be keeping close tabs on me, but I also figured it would be an easy matter to escape eventually. I figured one day, no matter what precautions the company was taking, I could lull them all into a false sense of security and then make a break for it when the time was right.

But now I realized how naive I was.

"I'm sorry," Robby said, and it sounded like he really meant it. "I thought once they left you under my supervision, they would let me make these decisions. I never thought they would insist on all these restrictions. And I tried to talk them out of it. I really did."

I could hear the sincerity in his voice. He means every word, I realized. He really did want this for me. But he didn't get it. And that hurt him.

It was at that moment that, for the very first time, I felt sorry for him. I felt really sorry for him. I thought about what I had learned about him - how he would never have agreed to take the COO role and undergo the transformation without his wife if she was still alive. That stuck in my mind. I thought about how strongly he must have felt for her. And I also thought about how strongly he must feel about me - how he probably came to feel something for me that he hadn't felt since his wife died. I felt guilty to be the recipient of such feelings. After all, I had intentionally nurtured these feelings over the past few weeks. And apparently, I had done a really good job.

And I realized, too, that I had started to care about Robby, a lot. I didn't want him to be hurt. I especially didn't want him to be hurt because of me, when he had treated me so well and worked so hard to get me away from Sean, Tyler, and Corey - when he had given up what might have been millions of dollars in Genetech profits for me. Especially considering he had wanted me to have all this freedom which the company wasn't going to allow me to have, and how much that hurt him. I couldn't stand for him to feel hurt like this.

"It's okay," I said again, making an effort to sound absolutely genuine. "I don't care about any of that."

There was a time when I might have said something like that only as a way of putting on a show for him. After all, I was all too aware of what would happen if Robby knew the truth about how I had intentionally sought to manipulate him for no other reason than to eventually escape. If he knew that, he would probably send me back and I would end up right where I started from - a sex slave, if not for Sean, Tyler, and Corey, then for other investors or clients.

But that wasn't all there was to it. I also knew beyond the shadow of a doubt that I would be so much better off with Robby than I had been with Sean, Tyler, and Corey. It's true that I would not be able to have the freedom I thought I was going to have and the opportunities to escape. But Robby was able to give me a life far better than I had experienced over the past few weeks (or months, or however long it had been, since I had long since stopped trying to keep track). That meant something.

And I also liked being around him. I liked it more than I think I even understood at the time. So what I said next came very, very easy to me.

"All I care about is that we're going to be able to be together now."

Robby had been concentrating on the road ahead until that moment, then he briefly turned his head toward me. I turned toward him, too, made eye contact with him, and smiled. He smiled back, then shifted his attention back to the road.

"I can get you a driver any time you want," he said. "You just say the word and they'll be at the house within minutes. I promise." It sounded like he had planned this all out ahead of time. "I have a little surprise for you," he added.

It took me a few seconds for everything to settle and sink in, then I was curious as to what it could be. "What is it?" I asked.

"You'll see."

It was waiting for me when we arrived at his home. Robby lived in what I guess you could call a "McMansion" in a quiet upper-class gated community. There were a crazy number of cars parked on both sides of the street and in Robby's driveway. He led me inside and I found myself in his living room, where I was shocked to find a big crowd of people awaiting us. I didn't recognize any of them - any of them, that is, except for Amberly.

Everyone turned their attention toward us as we entered, looking at us pleasantly. Amberly immediately made her way through the crowd and grabbed my hand.

"I'll take it from here," she said to Robby. Then she led me away up the stairs to a private bathroom that was attached to what appeared to be the master bedroom. And instantly, I saw what the surprise was, hanging there on a coat hanger. My jaw dropped.

It was a wedding dress.

"I'm going to help you get ready," Amberly said excitedly.

And just like that, I once again found myself in front of the bathroom mirror as Amberly fretted over my outfit. She first had me put on a sexy white thong and tight white strapless corset with garters attached to white stockings. She was working fast, talking excitedly about how happy she was for me, how happy she was for Robby, how glad she was that things had worked out the way they did. And then she helped me into the wedding gow, which was incredibly formal and elegant and looked like it had cost a fortune. Although it did reveal a lot of skin, it was not quite as - how shall I put this - slutty as most of the other things I had grown accustomed to wearing. The bodice hugged my torso as well as my hips and butt before flaring out into a skirt which extended all the way to the floor and was shaped kind of like a mermaid tale. It was decorated throughout with pretty lace and intricate patterns. It was sleeveless and had a V-shaped neckline that only revealed a modest amount of cleavage, though it left most of my back entirely exposed.

"Simply stunning," Amberly said after putting on the finishing touches. She wasn't wrong. "Well, it's time."

And just like that, I found myself standing next to Robby in his living room, surrounded by his friends and colleagues, holding a beautiful bouquet, all as the priest - I wasn't quite sure what denomination he represented - asked Robby the question.

"Do you take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife, to love and cherish her, to honor and comfort her, in good times and in bad, in sickness and in health, for richer or poorer, for better or worse, for as long as you both shall live?"

"I do," Robby said immediately.

"And you, Erica," the priest said, turning toward me. "Do you take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband, to love and cherish him, to honor and comfort him, in good times and in bad, in sickness and in health, for richer or poorer, for better or worse, for as long as you both shall live?"

I took a deep breath. What choice did I have? "I do."

"Then, by the power vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife." He turned toward Robby. "You may kiss the bride."

Robby turned toward me and paused for a moment, looking at me with an expression of absolute love and happiness. And then he leaned in slowly and kissed me tenderly as the crowd around us burst into applause and cheers.

And just like that, I was married. I had woken up as Sean, Tyler, and Corey's sex slave and, within a matter of hours, I was now Robby's housewife. Boy oh boy, I thought. What a day.

The guests hung around for a little while and I was introduced to each one, though I barely remembered any of their names. There was a buffet set up in the dining room and a fully stocked bar which people were able to enjoy at their leisure. Everyone seemed genuinely happy for us. A few were neighbors, though most Robby knew from work. There were also a couple ex-girlfriends Robby had apparently stayed on friendly terms with, though both seemed positively jealous and envious of me.

At one point early on after the ceremony, I pulled Robby aside. "How much longer are they going to stay?" I whispered to him.

"Why?" he asked, sounding surprised.

I lifted my eyebrows and motioned with my head in the direction of the stairs.

Robby smiled. "You're something else," he said.

Another hour passed and everyone was still milling about, seemingly enjoying themselves. I found myself standing next to the CEO of the company who I had been introduced to earlier as he was engaged in a lively conversation with Robby. At one point, I made eye contact with Robby, and then tapped my wrist repeatedly in such a way that others wouldn't be able to see me do it. He quickly nodded, indicating that he understood my meaning, but didn't do anything about it.

Twenty minutes later, I once again found an opportunity to pull Robby aside. "Make them go," I said impatiently.

Robby looked at me like he was somewhat taken aback, but not wanting to disappoint me - especially since all I wanted was to be alone with him. "Okay, okay," he replied.

I was obviously up to something, though he wouldn't have known it. Although the craving had been mounting throughout the late morning and early afternoon, I still had a couple hours before I started to reach that level of desperation. But I had something up my sleeve.

At that point, Robby began thanking people for coming, and one by one, they seemed to take the hint. At last, around three o'clock, the final guests were filing out. The last to go was Amberly, who pulled me aside as she was leaving.

"You better be good to him," she said in a menacing kind of way, just quiet enough so Robby couldn't overhear, and then she was gone.

What she said left me with a bad feeling, but I immediately shrugged that aside. I had work to do, after all. As soon as the door had shut behind her, I immediately turned around, finding Robby standing there a few feet behind me, smiling. I rushed to him, threw my arms around him, and kissed him frantically. We made out for a minute right there in the entryway, breathing heavily, our hands gliding over the other's body, before he picked me up in his arms like I weighed nothing, and carried me upstairs. I was about to compare it to "a groom carrying his bride over the threshold," but then again, that's exactly what it was.

We spent the whole next week together - he had apparently taken a week off from his responsibilities at Genetech - at his house. We spent a lot of time in his bedroom, of course - or, should I say, our bedroom - though we also went out a lot. We went out to eat almost every night as well as a couple times for brunch; we had the occasional drink at a bar and coffee at a barista; we even went for walks in the neighborhood and the nearby park together. We spent a day at the beach, and another day on his impressive motor boat. I was genuinely having a good time. After the events of the past few weeks, it was such a welcome change being able to go places like that, and it was kind of nice spending such one-on-one time with Robby. I couldn't get over how well we got along.

And all the while, I was acting like I could barely keep my hands off him. When we went places, I only let a couple hours go by before I insisted on finding a little bit of privacy for a quickie or so I could go down on him, even if it meant sneaking off to the restroom together or doing it in the car. He had an impressive libido, just like the boys did, though there were times I could tell it was a bit much even for him.

It was the day he went back to work, leaving me alone at the house for the first time, that I made my move. I planned the whole morning out carefully. He was spooning with me from behind when the alarm went off and I started rubbing my butt against him, working him into a very quick frenzy, and inspiring him to fuck me on my side before I brought him a cup of coffee. And then I insisted on joining him in the shower where I worked him with my hand before dropping to my knees and finishing him with my mouth. Then, on his way out, I asked him for a quickie for good measure. He happily obliged me, seeming to enjoy his new morning routine.

The house was equipped with a phone that, although it wasn't capable of making outgoing calls, it was able to receive them, and he promised to call and check up on me at lunch time.

"Hi, honey," I said warmly when the long-awaited call came. "How's work?"

"Good," he responded. "Busy." He paused. "I miss you."

"I miss you, too." And then: "Are you on your way home?"

This seemed to catch him by surprise. "No," he said.

I made it a point to sound surprised myself. "You're going to be leaving soon, though, right?"

"I wasn't planning on it," he said, sounding increasingly perplexed. "I'll be home around five or six."

"Robby, I can't wait that long!" I exclaimed, making sure to sound distressed.

"What do you mean?"

"The craving," I said, as if it should have been obvious. "Robby, you have to come home. Now."

"Erica, you got it three times this morning."

"It doesn't matter!" I replied, urgency in my voice. "Robby, I can't wait until five or six!"

"I'm sorry, Erica, but you're going to have to. I'm about to go into a staff meeting."

"Then cancel it!"

"I can't do that."

"You have to!"

I heard Robby sigh. "I'm sorry, Erica," he said again. "You're just going to have to deal with it."

I took a deep breath, as if accepting it. "Fine," I said. "You're going to have to send someone over the house, then. Now."

"What do you mean?" he asked, outrage in his voice.

"If you're not going to do it, then you're going to have to send someone over who will." I paused. "Call Sean. He'll take care of it."

"Erica," he said curtly. "You're my wife now. I am not going to do that."

"You have to!" I shouted, allowing myself to start crying. I still couldn't believe how easy it was. I wasn't faking it, either - tears were beginning to stream down my face.

"Erica."

I started to breathe heavily, as if I was beginning to panic. "You don't understand!" I said, in between sobs. "You don't know how bad it is. And it's going to keep getting worse!"

"Erica."

"How did you not think this through?" I shouted, not giving him time to respond. "I assumed that you had thought this through. Please don't make me go through this!"

"Erica, calm down." I could hear him softening.

"Please don't do this to me! You can't do this to me!" And I continued crying, as if I wasn't capable of any more words.

I heard him sigh once again. "Okay!" he said after a few seconds, sounding frustrated. Then, gentler this time: "Okay." Another sigh. "I'll be home in half an hour. Just - calm down. And we're going to need to be quick."

I made it a point to sound like I was trying to calm myself down, stifling more sobs, struggling to get myself under control. "Okay."

"Be ready for me," he said. And with that, he hung up.

I was waiting for him in the living room. I was wearing a pretty yellow sundress, and I was standing there making an effort to look meek, pathetic even, and also making sure that it was obvious I had been crying. Robby seemed impatient and a bit frustrated with me when he arrived, although he did seem to soften a little at the sight of me. Without a word, he crossed the room to me, grabbed me by the hand, and led me to the couch. He turned me around and guided me to my knees, then somewhat roughly bent me over the couch. I heard him unbuckling his belt and undoing his pants, then he lifted up my skirt and yanked down my panties. He fucked me hard and fast, almost like he was venting some pent-up frustration.

"There," he said, as he was pulling his pants up afterwards. "Happy?"

I had risen to my feet and was pulling up my underwear at the time, then turned toward him. I nodded.

I had the unmistakable impression that he knew he had been harsh with me and felt sorry about it. He took a breath. "I'll see you in a few hours," he said, then he kissed me quick and left.

Robby came home right at five o'clock and seemed to be in a hurry to find me when he arrived. He pulled me away from the kitchen counter where I was chopping up vegetables in my first attempt at making dinner, and he immediately pulled me into his arms and looked at me gently and lovingly before kissing me tenderly.

"I'm so sorry, Erica," he said as he finally pulled his mouth away from me. He certainly sounded like he was.

"It's okay," I said forgivingly.

"No, it's not." And then: "I was a jerk."

"Really, it's okay," I said, giving him the warmest smile I could. "I understand."

He looked at me for several more seconds with a grateful expression, kissed me again, then impatiently led me by the hand to the bedroom where he made love to me on my back, as lovingly and as gently and as passionately as ever.

We talked about it at length afterwards as we lay there in bed, our clothes scattered around the room. He said he hadn't realized the craving took effect that quickly. He said he had a plan - he was going to leave me with some in the refrigerator. I resisted the urge to cringe, although I had predicted that this would be what he suggested.

The next day, though, when he called me mid-day to check up on me, I made sure to be crying uncontrollably at the time, practically incapable of words.

"Honey, what is it?" he kept repeating. "Talk to me!"

"It didn't work," I finally managed. "I'm sorry!"

"What didn't work?"

"Please don't be mad at me!"

"Erica, what didn't work?"

I took a few seconds to sound like I was desperately trying to master myself.

"What you left me," I finally said quietly, as if I was afraid of how he would respond. "I don't understand it," I continued. "I think it has to be ... fresh."

He didn't respond.

I burst into tears again. "I'm sorry!" I sobbed.

A few seconds passed. "It's okay," he finally said soothingly, obviously having gone to some lengths to master his frustration. "It's okay. I'll be home in twenty minutes." And then: "We'll figure this out, Erica. I promise."

We talked about it over dinner. He said he had spoken to one of the technicians who explained that it was unusual but not impossible for the efficacy of a sample to be compromised after being refrigerated for some time, especially for someone who had been administered a booster shot like I had been. They simply hadn't done enough research. Unfortunately, though, there was no way to reverse the effects of the booster shot, so Robby didn't know what they were going to do. He couldn't keep coming home like this every day, after all.

"Then have them give me the antidote," I suggested helpfully.

Robby looked at me in a way that was hard to decipher. I couldn't be certain what was on his mind. I had always assumed he wouldn't want to have them give me the antidote when the time came, because he'd be afraid that things would change, that this would affect how things were between us - how I was toward him. So I was pretty sure that's what it was.

"Honey, it's okay," I said reassuringly. "I don't do the things I do because of the craving. I do them because I love you, and I like to, and I want to make you happy."

This had always been my plan, of course. I knew getting rid of the tracking chip wasn't the only thing I would need to do in order to win my freedom. I would need them to give me the antidote as well. Even though I still had to live with the tracking chip, making it impossible to escape, I decided to still move forward with my plan and manipulate Robby into making sure I got the antidote. If I couldn't be free of Genetech's monitoring, then I at least wanted to be free of the craving and the added control over me that it came them. True, I'd always have to get a man off without the added relief of having the craving satisfied, but I had long since gotten used to that, since I would often be expected to do that back at the penthouse before it had a chance to set in.

Robby looked at me in a contemplating manner for a while. I still couldn't get a sense for what was on his mind, though I once again assumed he selfishly didn't want me to get the antidote, but was struggling to come to terms with it. At last, he spoke. "I'll see what I can do."

A nurse came to the house the following day while Robby was at work. The whole procedure only took five minutes. I had been feeling the craving mounting like always, and almost immediately, as soon as she had administered the shot, I could feel it instantly diminish. And just like that, it was over. It was gone, in a matter of seconds. This dreaded thing that had driven me to spend all day serving the sexual needs of men was now gone. I couldn't believe something that significant had been so anticlimactic, like getting a flu shot.

After that, life went on as Robby's wife, and I once again had to adjust to a brand new womanly role. I have to admit, being with Robby was a huge improvement over being at the penthouse, and I was very surprised to find that this new lifestyle seemed to suit me and I began to take to it fast.

I typically spent a lot of the day doing housework - cleaning and laundry mainly. That took some getting used to. I never did much of either when I lived on my own - my apartment could have been accurately described as a pigsty and it wasn't uncommon for me to wear the same clothes for days on end. But I knew Robby would expect me to, so I developed a little routine in which I'd have every room in the house cleaned once a week and all of our clothes washed, ironed, folded, and put away so it didn't pile up. It could get a little monotonous, but it was much better than having to spend all day tending to the incessant needs of Sean, Tyler, and Corey.

I also had access to a driver, though we had to plan this out ahead of time. The tracking chip didn't allow me to go away from the house unless I was with Robby or someone else who had a phone with the app installed, after all, so that was a necessity. And so that first week, I began to do all the grocery shopping. Robby had suggested we simply have it delivered, but I insisted on it, knowing it would be good for me to get out once in a while. He told me the driver wouldn't be able to leave my side - more requirements, apparently, from the Board of Directors - but I made it a point not to sound surprised or disappointed. I expected as much, and I had a feeling it wasn't Robby's fault.

"It will be nice to have the company," I said optimistically. "He could help me carry everything, too."

Robby also encouraged me to start going to the hair salon and to get my nails done frequently, thinking this is something I would want to do. It sounded like he thought he was doing me a favor, so I feigned gratitude and excitement and did that from time to time, too. Being in such a feminine environment took some getting used to as well, but I actually started to enjoy it. It was nice being able to make small talk with other women, either the employees or other clients, though I'd always have my driver within earshot.

Eventually I would occasionally go clothes shopping, too, though I didn't have to do much of that at the beginning. The house had been fully stocked with everything I could ever need when I had arrived, including clothes - lots and lots of clothes, all my size, just like at the penthouse. But, unlike at the penthouse, most of it was more - how do I put this - normal, not much different than you would find in any housewife's wardrobe. On weekday mornings, I would wear whatever I had worn to bed while tending to Robby before he left for work - he was particularly fond of satin chemises - though this would often have been removed and flung from the bed during our nightly activities, so I'd have to put it back on. As soon as he left, if I wasn't going out in public, I typically changed into more comfortable clothes like a pair of tight black leggings and a tank top while I did the housework and hung around the house, though I never let Robby see me dressed like this.

Most days, I started getting ready for him to come home by about two o'clock, putting a great deal of time and attention into my appearance. It wasn't so much because I knew Robby was expecting it or that it would please him. By then, it had simply become a force of habit, something I had become accustomed to doing. I simply felt better that way. I felt kind of weird and gross if I didn't. And so I'd take a bath, spruce up my body, do my hair and make-up, and pick out an outfit that I knew he would like. I learned quickly that he especially liked me in dresses, kind of like what women used to wear in the 1950s though with a more modern flare, so there were a lot of these to choose from. I started to enjoy picking out clothes the more I got used to dressing this way - I even started ordering things on my own and picking stuff out at clothing stores, excited to try them on and see how I looked in them before showing Robby. It was nice not having to dress like I did at the penthouse all the time, though Robby did like to have me change into other special outfits during our quality time together after dinner and on weekends. He seemed to like to role play just as much as Sean did, so I did find myself dressed as a cheerleader or school girl or scantily clad nurse from time to time, and I had drawers and drawers filled with sexy lingerie. With Robby it was different, though, so I didn't begrudge him this and willingly went along with it. I even occasionally picked something special out for him as a surprise if I found something I would have liked to see a woman in.

One thing that was difficult for me to get used to was cooking. The most elaborate thing I had ever made before that was a grilled cheese sandwich (and even that I would screw up). But I found that, as long as I followed the directions and had the right ingredients and measured carefully, it would usually come out okay. The only thing I wasn't good at was judging when it was time to take it out of the oven or turn off the burners, so my meals were often overcooked.

Although there was plenty for me to do, I found that I could get through my housework with at least a couple hours to spare, as long as I stuck with my routine. I didn't have access to a computer but I did have the TV and it was nice to be able to waste an hour or two watching whatever I wanted, which was something I was never able to do at the penthouse. I also liked to change into a bikini and go into the backyard to do a little swimming, then sunbathe for a little while on a lawn chair. The whole backyard was surrounded by a tall white fence, so I didn't have to be shy about taking off my top to avoid tan lines.

That was on weekdays, of course. On Saturdays and Sundays, when Robby wasn't mowing the lawn or working on his own projects around the house - and, of course, when we weren't fooling around, which we did a lot on weekends - Robby and I would usually go places. The beach, the movies, restaurants, you name it. Robby also liked to entertain guests, so we would throw the occasional barbecue or dinner party. That was always stressful. I would be responsible for making and preparing a lot of it. Robby would always praise my cooking, even if I didn't think it turned out very well, but I really felt the pressure when I was cooking for other people.

It was during one such Saturday night dinner party that I was introduced to someone I had never met before. His name was Greg and he was built just like the rest of them. I wasn't exactly sure what he did at Genetech, though apparently it had something to do with finances. He was accompanied by a very sexy young redhead in a tight black cocktail dress, who I would have loved to see naked. I found myself engaged in conversation with the two of them for a while as Robby attended to our other guests. There was something slightly different about Greg, though I couldn't quite put my finger on it. His mannerisms seemed strange and unexpected in an unexplainable way. It kind of reminded me of how I was in the early days after my transformation - forgetting to keep my legs closed, struggling to adopt appropriate feminine mannerisms, having to remind myself to move carefully in order to keep my clothes in place, that kind of thing.

I queried Robby about him later on, after the guests had left.

"What's with Greg?" I asked as we cleaned up. I was at the sink washing what couldn't fit into the dishwasher.

"What do you mean?" Robby said.

"There was something kind of ... weird about him."

Robby chuckled. "Oh," he said. "That. Well, let's just say he doesn't have a lot of experience in his present form."

I wondered what he could mean by that. I assumed he meant that Greg had just undergone the transformation and was given a new and improved male body, but why would that have affected his mannerisms and behaviors so much?

"I don't understand," I finally said.

"He wasn't always a man."

I was glad Robby had his back turned to me at the time, because that revelation stopped me dead in my tracks and made my head snap up, and there's no way he would have missed it.

"Oh," I said, trying to sound disinterested, and continuing to scrub the pot I was working on. "See, I had a feeling that was the case."

"Or, at least, he wasn't born a man," Robby continued. "He transitioned a while back. In the traditional sense, I mean - testosterone treatments, that kind of thing."

The implications were apparent. Even if Greg had transitioned into a man through things like hormone injections and gender reassignment surgery, it would not have altered his genetic code.

I had to know more.

"There's something I always wondered," I said indifferently. "Shouldn't it be impossible to change a biological woman into a man? You know, since they wouldn't have a Y chromosome."

"That's what we thought, too," Robby said. "But we had a breakthrough not too long ago."

Robby went on to explain the science behind it, at least in the simplest terms that he knew I would be able to follow, but I was only feigning interest, lost in my own thoughts.

So Sean was wrong, I thought to myself. So there was a way to turn me back into a man.

I started to wonder if maybe - just maybe - I should start trying to think up a way to escape after all.