A New Life

This is probably my favorite story, I hope you enjoy it. This is the second of the stories on my original account, I just put all the chapters into one, and corrected a few mistakes. All persons are over 18.

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I'd been standing by the interstate, for about an hour, with my thumb out. I'd been fortunate,

getting two rides before, but getting impatient now. I'd walk, until I'd hear traffic, then turn and

smile. I was heading North, to see my girlfriend and every minute seemed to go so slow.

Just as I contemplated walking off the pavement to sit for a few. I see a big mercury sedan slow, as it approached me. The driver was a huge black man in a business suit, and he eyed me carefully as he pulled next to me.

"Going far?" he asked, with a friendly smile. "Kinda," I replied. "Well, hop in, I'll see how far I can get you." He was built like a pro football player, but spoke as a businessman. As we chatted, I noticed he was sizing me up. I was average height, but slim, with shoulder length hair, a far contrast to him. He asked me how long I'd been traveling, what my purpose was, and told me he was returning from a sales seminar.

He pause briefly, when I told him I was going to see my girlfriend, eyebrow raised, with a slight smile. "Are you very involved?" And I replied that I hoped to be, she was a knockout, and fun. He then said, "Isn't this interesting. Me, a black gay male, giving a ride to a pretty straight boy?" He had to see the surprise on my face, but he asked, "Have you ever thought about sex with another male? You are so cute, I'm amazed you aren't hit on all the time."This caused me to blush, never having been called cute, by a male. "It's quite an experience, I assure you," he smiled bigger.

He shifted his weight a little, and as he did, I saw the outline, in his pantleg, of what I could only guess was a cock, but surely not! It extended beyond his crotch several inches. I looked away, hoping he hadn't noticed my surprise. His big arm slid from the top of the seat, down, until his fingers brushed my hair, then down my side, fingers walking along my blue jeaned thigh, and softly rest on my thigh. I was shaking, unsure what to do.

He was quiet for a couple of minutes, fingers making little circles on my leg, then said, "I could show you.... if you are curious. No pressure, you understand, but I'd like to know you better." my mind was spinning. I'd never imagined anything like this, and this guy looked NOTHING like what I'd presume a gay guy to be. His fingers climbed slowly higher, casually rubbing the outline of my crotch, his thumb bumping against the button of my jeans. I watched, stunned, but said nothing as my body tensed. That big hand raised to stroke my cheek as he said, "It's ok, baby, I won't hurt you." His smile seemed so comforting. I was totally out of my element, completely freaked, but made no move to stop him, or ask him to let me out. His large hand slid down my chest, slowly, and pause to rub my nipples, making me catch my breath, and squirm again. He had a satisfied smile as that hand again dropped to my jeans, unsnapping the button, and very slowly unzipping me. My heart was pounding as he fished in and pulled my 7" cock free. It looked much smaller in his huge hand. He was so gentle, just sliding up and down my now hard cock. My eyes were closed, trying to imagine my girlfriend doing this, with little luck.

"Doesn't this feel nice?" as he increased pressure and sped up on me. I stammered out " Uh... um,, yeah... " Squirming more, I blurted out, "I'll cum if you don't stop!" That made him really smile, and he took his left hand off the steering wheel, and pulled the handkerchief from his coat pocket, tossing it between my legs. "Use this, we don't want a mess, do we?" His thumb rubbed precum over the slit of my cock as he urged on my orgasm. I Felt my cum rising, as I grabbed the handkerchief just in time, covering my cock and his hand as I jizzed all over it and his hand. I cleaned his hand, my cock, and fell back against the seat, chest heaving, as I tried to take in what just happened.

I kept glancing over at him, as he hummed softly, grinning to himself. "See, wasn't that fun?" To which I nodded, still spinning. After a couple of minutes, his finger started tracing along HIS cock, giving me side glances. "Turnabout is fair play, you know.... right?" I was stammering, "I.. but.. um.. I've never... I don't...." Causing him to reach for my hand, pulling it over his cock. I tried to pull my hand away, but he held it firmly, sliding it up and down his now swelling cock. I was embarrassed from doing this, but maybe more embarrassed how much bigger his cock was. I had to admit, I WAS curious what it would look like. When he felt me stop trying to pull away, he released my hand. I simply let my hand rest on it, feeling it pulse under his trousers. When he seemed sure I wasn't moving, he unbuckled his belt, unsnapped his pants, and unzipped them. He lifted his hips enough to pull that monster free from his boxers, and plopped it out on his leg.

My God! It was 9-10 inches long and thicker around than my wrist! I open mouth watched as it jerked on it's own. I was frozen, until he again, put my hand on it. So smooth, so warm, I couldn't believe I was doing this! "Go on, Baby, make me feel good. It's ok." His voice was so calm, so self assuring, somehow calmed me, and I delicately wrapped my fingers around it. He immediately responded. "Oh, yes, Baby, like that! I KNEW you'd be sweet!" As I stroked more confidently, he reached down to the cooler on the floorboard, and pulled out a bottled water, handing it to me.

here are my manners?" He asked. "We are still a couple of hours away from your drop off, just relax a bit." And with that, he tucked himself away, rezipped, and buckled his belt, as if nothing had happened. I'll admit, I was surprised, but I leaned back in the seat, and sipped away. The last few minutes fogged my mind. What had I done? What had I let him do?

I woke up, trying to focus, as if in a dream. I was laying down, stretched out, and feeling immense pleasure. What the hell? I've NEVER been this high! My whole body was electric. I tried to figure this out. Last thing I remembered was getting a ride and... did I dream that? Was I still dreaming? Where was I? I looked down, seeing Beth, my girlfriend, kneeling between my legs, casually stroking my cock. Wait, not mine, because, that body has a lacy bra, panties, and stockings and stilettos on. Shaking my head, trying to wake up, clear my head from this bizarre dream, and really distracted from her hand on my (?) cock. I started to wipe my eyes, but realized my arms were restrained. As I opened my mouth to yell out, I heard Beth softly say, "Surprise! I know you have a million questions, and they will be answered, but first, a little game. My friend, and employer, James, who you met, on the road, (out of the corner of my eye, I see him step closer, monster cock in hand) would like to see what a good girl you can be"

My jaw dropped. What? Are you nuts, I'm NOT a girl! I struggled to get loose, finally noticing the ribbon restraints on my feet, too. What the fuck! Those ARE my feet, in those stilettos!. Wha-what are you doing? Did you DRUG me? Let me up! (all the while, my hips are undulating from Beth's stroking on my cock.) Please, this isn't funny, let me up.

Sorry, baby, but, see? I work for James, finding him sweet little boys to put into service. I lured you here, and, as luck would have it, James just happened to be on the same route you were hitchhiking. There is a huge demand for pretty fem boys, and you are my newest "find." But, now, back to the game. For everything you do to make James feel good, I will do the same to you, got it? You stroke his cock, I'll stroke yours.(just before that, she had stopped, leaving my hips lifting to her) You suck his cock, I'll suck yours. (smiling as she adds, "Easy!")

This crushing revelation stunned me. This hot girl, that I thought was into me, merely played me, and thinks I'm gay, or something. My head was spinning, still so very high, and just noticing James has untied my left hand, and wrapped it around his cock. The initial feeling I had, in his car before, was so pale, compared to the feel of my fingers on his throbbing cock. Beth watched, and slid her fingers on my cock, in response, even though I didn't really do anything. It was such a bizarre feeling, as if our cocks were linked. (Or in my drug induced mind, anyway) My fingers just instinctively squeeze and stroke that fat cock, and James inched it closer and closer to my mouth.

"STOP, please! I.. I'm NOT gay. I.. I."

. James never lost his smile, saying, "all in good time. I knew when I picked you up that you were going to be my sweet girl. Beth has an eye for good girls."

"But, I'm NOT a girl! I have a girlfriend... (As soon as I said it, I realized how wrong that was, that she had set a trap for me). I -I I'm not gay! Please, you HAVE to let me up. I won't tell anyone, just... turn me loose." At that moment, Beth leaned down, slid the tip of her tongue on my cock head, causing me to shiver all over. Oh, God, maybe, maybe it wouldn't be so bad, and she will finish me, if I do it., I turned my head towards James, as that cock inched closer. Closing my eyes, I parted my lips...

James patted my head and exhaled deeply, as his cock head filled my mouth. In turn, Beth swirled her tongue around mine. I swear, I almost came, right then! The flow from my mouth, to my cock was unreal. Even though I could only take a few inches, I sucked him in, letting my mouth dance on his, as much like hers on mine, as I could. Since I could only fit about a third of him in my mouth, my free hand stroked his shaft, and his fingers swam through my hair. He was pressing farther now, and growing harder. I gagged, and he backed off, but said "relax your throat, you can do it, it just takes practice. Each time he pushed, I was rewarded by Beth's sweet wet mouth taking me deeper. It was bizarre, like I was sucking my own cock! (except, MUCH bigger) My tongue tingled on his cock and I felt him feeding more of it in my mouth. His precum really made my mouth spark and I heard myself moaning on his snake as my own cock swelled. I wanted, no, NEEDED to cum and I sucked and licked his cock faster. Images flashed in my head, from her mouth on my cock, to my female lips on his cock, begging for release. My heart was pounding in my chest. His cock erupted in my mouth, cum shooting down my throat, and spewing around my lips, and dribbling on my cheeks and neck, as my hips jerked to my own cock exploding in Beth's mouth.

Even as my head spun, James patted my cheeks and said, "See? That wasn't so bad, was it?" He casually rubbed his cockhead on my lips and face and Beth licked her lips and laughed. "I knew I picked a good one. Just wait till he really makes a girl of you!"

James' big hands started rubbing my face, my neck, my chest. "Thank you, Beth, I'll take it from here," he said, and Beth slowly got up, also smiling, wiping her lips. We are going to have so much fun. You are going to love being my little girl. His hands smoothly traveling down my waist, my hips, my thighs. Trailing his fingers on my legs, and down the stockings. My legs felt SO smooth, and I wondered, out loud, how long I'd been under. It must have been quite a while, because I could see my legs and crotch had been shaved.

He stood at the foot of the bed, and looked me up and down, then reached over to pick up a mirror. "want to see how pretty Beth made you?" I must have looked horrified, puzzled, at best. He pointed the mirror at me, and my eyes got wide. That ISN'T me! But... it WAS! My hair had been curled, my ears adorned with dangling earrings, my lips coated with glossy pink lipstick, and my eyes made up until no one would have recognized me. "See? A beautiful girl, just waiting to please her man... right?" he grinned even bigger.

"No! I'm... not! Ok, ok, I admit, I... LOOK like a girl, now, and maybe HAVE thought about how cool it is that girls get to wear the sexiest clothes, and all, but.. but.."

"It's ok, Baby, you just didn't realize that there was a girl in you, waiting to get out, but, here you are, and we are going to make you a fine little bitch, starting now." He started undressing, and I squirmed even more, but the ribbons holding my arms and legs were too tight, and I had to lay there, and watch him. With me laying on the bed, and him standing, he looked even more a giant that in the car. He was quite stocky, very little fat, and when his boxers slid down his legs, that monster cock swung like a pendulum. He straddled me on the bed, on my chest, beaming as he rubbed his cock on my neck, then my cheeks, and, even though I tried to turn my face, on my lips. "Come on, Baby girl, you want this, you know deep down you do. I saw the way you looked at it, how you felt it, in the car. Open those pretty lips and take your Daddy in again." He kept rubbing the head on my lips, until I opened them. He very slowly pushed that mushroom head in on my tongue. "Just do what comes naturally, Baby, you know what I want." It was so warm, smooth, and fat, as my tongue swirled around on it, exploring, thinking of the way it felt when I got head.

Oh my God! The unreal feeling I got when he moaned and pushed his cock in further. I know it's weird, but knowing I was giving that much pleasure, so easily, was amazing. I lifted my head a little, sucking some, tightening my lips on this still hardening snake. It had never occurred to me that giving pleasure could be so intense. I closed my eyes and listened as he moaned, while he was running his fingers in my hair. His breathing quickened, and even though only about half his big cock was in my mouth, he spewed hot cum into my mouth and throat. It was SO much, and I tried to swallow, but some shot out my lips, around his cock, on my chin and neck. He pulled his cock back, and told me to clean it all up, twitching every time my tongue slid over his bulbous head.

My God! The way cum makes my tongue tingle! Who knew? I mean, I know I'm high as fuck,

but wow. Why didn't I get this same sensation, when licking my girlfriend's pussies?

So... does this make me bi-sexual, or... something? And why the hell do my legs look so damn

good in stockings? This is scary, freaky, AND, dammit, exciting. While my head is swimming,

with all these thoughts, James slides away, smiling so big, and pulling his boxers back up,

then his trousers.

His hand again moves up my leg, from the stiletto heel, up my stocking leg, to the smooth thigh where the stocking stops, then up my side, caressing my arm, and cups my bra. Wait! I feel fl-flesh under that bra. HOW can that be? I squirm, reacting to his big fingers manipulating my small boob. I MUST be dreaming, I don't, I mean, I DIDN'T have boobs!

"Oh, sweet girl, you just found part of your new body. You see, you've been sedated for a few weeks, while we helped you transform into the young woman you have become. We've been feeding you hormones, and injected a small amount of fat into your breasts, that we removed from your waist. Don't they feel good?" (As he continues to caress them, one, then the other) "You'll also find that we pumped that cute little ass of yours a bit, too, to please the men who will desire your services"

He sees my eyes widen and the distress on my face. "Baby girl, don't you worry, you are going to love this new life, trust me. In no time at all, you will be thanking me every day. Ohh, but, we still need to give you a name, don't we? BEFORE we continue your... um... training." (big toothy grin, as he says that) " Hmmm, you have this girl next door look, that guys eat up, (tapping his chin) what do you think of Melody?"

Tears run down into my hair, I hear him, but just can't take this in. I'm in a strange place, dressed like a girl, and, and..... LOOKING like a girl, and this man is what? GROOMING me to... be a prostitute? As I tremble, and my lip quivers, he pulls me up to him, hugging me gently.

"It's ok, baby, I promise. This IS the real you, you just didn't know it. Just let the girl in you out, and you will be so much happier than in your old life. (he stands me up, even in heels, I look small beside him) Let's have something to eat, and let you get used to the new you."

"Beth," he yells, "come get Melody, and show her her room, so she can dress to go out for lunch."

He holds me softly, until Beth comes, and leads me down a hall, steadying me as I wobble a bit on the heels. "You'll get the hang of these quick, hon, it'll be second nature, in no time." She sees the bewildered look on my face, and adds, "I know, you think I betrayed you, and maybe I did, but, it's a business, and honestly, honey, James is right, you WILL be happier as a girl. I did you a favor, you just don't know it yet."

We get to a room with a bed, dresser, closet, and small bath. There is a rose colored sleeveless blouse, and grey pleated skirt lying on the bed. "Put these on, and I'll freshen up your makeup. I'll do it for a couple of days, until you learn how to do it your self, ok?" I gave a half hearted nod, and slowly slipped the clothes on, realizing they knew exactly what size I needed. Making me wonder how long this had been planned. Beth touched up my cheeks and lips, and led me to a large office, where James sat behind a grand desk. "She's good to go, James," Beth calls out, and she leaves us.

As James stands, and walks to me, taking my arm casually, he says, "Now Melody, this is as much an audition, as it is lunch. You will see, first hand, how men react to a pretty young thing like you." I look up at him, apprehensive, biting my lip, but we go out to his car, and drive to a "family style" restaurant.

As we walk in, he whispers,"Now watch how men react to you. A few will be upset to see you with a black man, but even those will still undress you with their eyes, you'll see."

As we walk to an open table, and sit, I do sidelong glances at any men we pass, and I'm shocked, and, crazily, pleased to see James is right, their eyes are locked on me, as if I were naked. Wow. This is new. No one EVER looked at me like this.. before... this. I found myself carrying myself with my head higher, and a bigger smile. Maybe I WILL like this me better...

James notices instantly, and winks. He leans closer and whispers, " Cross your legs, and let your skirt ride up, to let more of those great legs show, make them drool, honey." He beams as I blush, but I do it, and watch as the men, even the ones with wives, are openly ogling. My skirt is riding dangerously high, exposing my stocking top. My face is red, and my heart is pounding. It's a rush I'm not used to. We finish our meal, and get up to go. Oh, yeah, my hips were swaying more on the way out, as those stilettos clicked on the floor. When we got to the car, James opened my door, and patted my butt as I slid in the seat. I squealed a little, and giggled. Oh my God, I squealed, like a girl! When James got in the car, I leaned over, kissed his cheek and thanked him. "That was SO much fun!"

"I told you, you'll find that being a hot little thing is so much more rewarding. AND profitable" he said, running his hand up and down my thigh. When we get back, we'll continue your training, ok?"

I know I looked a little worried, but I nodded, yes.

As soon as we returned, James said he had work to do, and I could go to my room to relax. I

heard the click of my heels as I walked down the hallway. I stepped in my room, seeing it in a

different light. I watched myself in the full mirror that was on the closet door.

Wow, that is me? I did a slow turn, admiring the girl staring back at me. I mean, I could see a little of me, but I never looked anything this good before. I bite my lip as my hands softly encased my breasts. A shiver went through me as I felt them respond. Surprised, AND pleased, I pinched my nipples through the fabric, trying to imagine what a pair of lips on them would feel, thoughts I'd NEVER had before. I giggled to myself at that notion, and let my hands slide down my waist, and follow the flow of my hips. Damn! In a million years, I'd have never dreamed of ANYTHING like this. From chasing skirts, to feeling excited wearing one. My mind flashed back to a couple of hours before, and being so warm in the glow of male eyes pouring over me. I raised my blouse over my head, and laid it on the chair, unhooked and unzipped my skirt, and let it drop to the floor, but immediately bent over to scoop it up, and fold it, as well, and lay it over my blouse. My fingers traced over the lace bra that encased my new breasts. I caught my breath, and again cupped my small, but firm young breasts, thinking how many times I'd done this, but to someone else. My fingers circled my nipples as I trembled. Had I known that those girls could feel this good, from just caressing, I'd have spent much more time doing it.

My eyes went back to the mirror, where my building erection was putting a dent (pardon the pun) in my panties, and the illusion, of a sexy girl. I lay back on the bed, and let my cock free of the panties. My slim fingers, with the sparkly red fingernails, felt like a flashback, with some sweet thing stroking my cock. This is an intense feeling, being the seducer, and the seducee, wow! Talk about a head trip! One hand continued to caress my breast, one jerked my cock faster. Suddenly, a thought hit me... WHY not sooner? If I am to, um..."pleasure" men, then, James will expect more of me, than just blowjobs, right? My jerking got more erratic, and I lifted my hips. I'll be expected to fuck men. They will be using my ass, too. I instantly envisioned James's monster, fighting to fit in me. NO way that thing could possibly go in. I wet my index finger, and lowered it to my opening. I gently eased it in, to my second joint, and thought, strange, but, not so bad. My right hand was still stroking my cock, as I pushed my finger all the way in. I wiggled it around until I suddenly shot a long rope of cum on my tummy, followed by two more, as I shook and my cock started deflating, and dribbling more goo. As I lay there, trembling, and trying to stop gasping, I ran my fingers over my tummy and collected as much of my cum as I could. I lifted it to my mouth and swirled my tongue on it. Again, I felt that tingle on my tongue. I love how that feels.

After a few minutes, I realized that, sooner or later, someone would be coming, and I should be more presentable. I lifted my legs up on the bed, unbuckled my heels, slid them off, then my stockings, and finally, my bra. I entered the shower, warmed the water to a moderately hot temp, and stepped up under it. I shampooed, then conditioned, my hair, and let the water hit my breasts. MMM, the shiver as my nipples responded. Whatever had been done to me, THIS part was the best, so far. I soaped all over, letting my hands explore my body, constantly amazed, and pleased with it. When I got to my ass, I caressed it and soaped up two fingers, this time, to open me. I might as well start being prepared for what I was sure, would happen. Whatever fears I had before, though, were diminishing, as this felt pretty nice. I added a third finger, and played for quite a while, but was jolted back to reality when there was a knock at the door.

"Hey, hon, James wants to see you." Beth stuck her head in the door, and heard the shower. "Oh, good girl, hey, I'll lay you out something to wear."

I stepped out, dried off, and blow-dried my hair. I did my makeup, but Beth stepped in to help me style my hair. "I'll need a few more lessons with this part, I'm sure." I marveled at how quickly I'd lost the anger I'd initially felt, and felt more appreciative, for her help. I stepped into the satin low cut panties, wondering if they could contain me, if I accidentally got excited. I slipped on a black lace demi bra, and spaghetti strap satin top, with a matching short, but tight fitting thigh high skirt. I finished it off with sheer thigh high stockings, that the skirt barely covered the tops of. Strapping on my heels, I took one last look in the mirror, before stepping out my door, and down the hallway. I knocked on James's office door, and stepped in.

"You wanted to see me?" (I asked) He nodded, and gestured for me to sit in the chair in front of his desk, eyeing me up and down as I moved. "you are progressing beautifully, Melody, are you ready for your next test?"

I nodded and answered, "I.. think so. What is it?" I'm sure he could read my uncertainty, but he just smiled, and said;" you know my business is grooming special girls like yourself, to make a certain class of men fulfill their deepest desires. I know that by now, you understand what that entails. And, as much as I would LOVE to be the one taking your... virginity, some men will pay a handsome price for that privilege. And, frankly, I'm a bit too much for your first time. SO, are you... excited to become a woman, tonight?"

" I won't lie, I'm a little nervous, but, I am kind of excited. I think I'm ready for it. I made sure I am (biting my lip) very clean... there. I will do everything he wishes me to do."

"Good, good!" James stands, beaming. "I'll be taking you to to the Wilshire hotel, to meet with an older gentleman, Mr Masters, in the hotel lounge. He has a suite there. You'll have a cell phone, to call when you are to be picked up. It may be tonight, it may be tomorrow, that is up to him, AND how well you please him."

The ride to the hotel was short, and would have been uneventful, but James's big hand on my stocking-ed thigh made me squirm, somewhat wishing it WAS him that I would be with tonight. But I knew he was right, that monster in his pants would split me. The doorman opened the door for me, and I'm sure I caught his gaze as My legs slid off the seat and out of the car. He blushed at being caught, and I gave a shy smile. "Hotel lounge?" I asked, and he pointed the way. James hadn't told me what Mr Masters looked like, so I stood in the wide doorway, searching tables for single men, when, obviously, he was watching for me, and rose out of his chair, to wave me over.

"Melody?" he asked, and I smiled, and he pulled a chair out for me. "you look even more attractive in person, Melody. Your picture does NOT do you justice." (I responded) "You are very kind, Sir."

" I took the liberty of ordering a drink for you, I hope you don't mind."

"No, not at all, thank you. I... am just a little nervous."

He looked to be maybe 60, tall, medium build, graying hair, full, very cultured looking. His eyes looked right into mine, as if he were trying to read me. I sipped my drink, and answered his questions about where I was from, was I new to town, what I liked, etc, and I didn't share too much, hoping to keep it light. After a few minutes, he reached out to touch my hand and said, "We can go up to the suite anytime you feel comfortable, my dear." I nodded yes, and he rose to pull my chair away, and put his arm around my waist as we walked to the elevator. The doorman noticed us, and raised an eyebrow, and grinned, when we past. I blushed, this time, knowing he knew why I was here. There was another couple riding the elevator, too, so there was no conversation. At his suite door, he slid the card key in, and stepped back to allow me in.

"Please don't worry, Melody. We have all night, and I'm in no rush." With that, he took me in his arms, and held me softly, lightly running his hands up and down my back. I looked up to him, tiptoeing to give him a peck on the lips. He responded by squeezing a little tighter, making his hard on press into me. I drew in a breath, as it hit me, this was my first time kissing a man. And, strangely, to me, it felt natural. My arms went around his neck as our mouths opened, and I felt my heart thumping in my chest. It felt like we were standing like this for a long time, and the room got hotter quick. I eased his jacket off and held it from falling to the floor, and his hands slid down my sides, caressing my hips, then, ever so lightly running his fingers over my blouse, circling my now hard nipples. He felt my shiver, and caressed each breast.

With raised eyebrows and a grin, he mused, "Oh, my, sensitive, hmmm?" I bit my lip, and nodded. With that, he reached to the hem of my blouse and lifted it, making me have to drop his jacket, as my top came over my head, and his mouth went straight for my right nipple, right through my bra. "OHHH, my GOD! I.. wasn't expecting that."

My hands went to the back of his head as he suckled me.

"I, um, thought I was supposed to please YOU," I gasped, reveling in sensations shooting through me.

He laughed, and said, "My dear, I can only hope we BOTH get pleasure tonight. I'll be deeply disappointed if that's not the case."

With that, I again tiptoed up for a kiss, a deeper one, and let my hand drift down his stomach, to his crotch, and squeezed his very hard cock.

" I think we need to get out of these clothes, don't you? Which way to the bedroom?," I cooed. I grinned, still massaging his stiffening cock. I really felt I'd be more nervous. Could they have given me... something... to MAKE me more... OPEN to this?

He nodded yes, and wrapping one arm around me, led me into the luxurious bedroom suite. I unbuttoned his shirt, and peeled it off, and dropped to my knees to unbuckle his belt, and, watching his eyes, unzipped him. His pants fell to his feet, and his boxers quickly followed. His cock swung towards my face, and I eagerly opened my lips for it. It was maybe 7 inches long, and about average width, which made me happy, feeling confident I'd be able to handle him. He moaned as my lips slid over his length, swirling my tongue round him. I flashed back on every blowjob I'd ever enjoyed, and tried my best to replicate them. The taste of his precum was slight, and excited me more. I loved the sensation I was getting, enjoying this maybe even more than he was, but, maybe not, as he was moaning and pushing my head into him, letting his cockhead hit my throat. I relaxed it and drawing in a breath through my nose, took him in. I remembered one particularly good cocksucker swallowing repeatedly, while taking me in, so I did the same. His hands held my head there as he shook violently. I knew he was about to cum, so I pulled back just enough to receive his first blast warm, gooey cum filling my mouth. MMM, God, I love this! My tongue tingling as I swallow much of it down, already feeling stream two and three, pumping out. I held on to his upper thighs, to steady him, as the dribbles slowed. He fell back onto the bed, gasping loudly, while I savored my rewards. I lifted his feet, one at a time, and removed his shoes, socks, and pants.

When his breathing calmed, he sat up and said, "I never expected that! It may take me some time to recover. But, for now, let's get some of YOU more undressed, ok?" With that, I unsnapped my skirt, unzipped, and slid it down my legs. When I did, there was an obvious bulge in my satin panties, which I tried to hide with my hands, blushing. God, I'm really about to invite a man to take me, like a woman! I MUST be drugged, I must, because... I think I want it.

He smiled and said, " No need to hide it, Melody, it's what makes you a special girl, to be desired. Come up here." (patting the bed) I started to push one of my thigh highs down, and he stopped me. "No, dear, please, leave them and your heels on, I love the way they look on your legs." And it hit me, I'd always thought the same thing, maybe that is part of why I've accepted this new me so easily. I love the way my legs look and feel. I reached behind and unsnapped my bra, exposing my small B's, (He had suckled them through my lace bra before.) I was anxious to feel his lips on my naked breasts. I crawled up to him, and kissed his lips, and lay beside him. He rolled over on top of me, kissing my lips, cheeks, my neck, and, finally, my tender young breasts.

"These fascinate me, young lady. I've been with a few "girls" like you, but they all had breasts forms, which are nice, but NOTHING compared to the real thing." He licked and caressed them, and drew one deep in his mouth, nursing me, which was driving me crazy with lust. Suddenly, I felt something VERY different, more intense, and he drew back, wide eyed. "Oh, my God! Milk! You-you have MILK!"

"WHAT? That CAN'T be!" But, sure enough, drops of milk were oozing from the sucked nipple. I was in disbelief, and he was overjoyed, and immediately went to the other nipple, which responded the same way. My chest was heaving, and my cock was raging hard. He felt it beneath him and grinned, sliding town to my outstretched panties. "We need to take care of this problem, young lady." And, with no hesitation at all, he pulled my panties low enough to free my smaller, but just as hard, cock free.

"Y-you don't have to..." I started, but he lowered his mouth right on me. My hips immediately jerked up to meet him. This was the last thing I expected, but he eagerly took me, sucking me with the same attention he gave my breasts. Images of Beth sucking me, while I sucked James, filled my head. "I.. won't last long," as I squirmed, feeling it build in me. He persisted, seemingly eager to taste my orgasm, too. In less than five minutes, my first shot hit him, and, even though it didn't seem to be nearly as much as his was, he lapped it up, grinning.

"I have to tell you, I rarely do that, but your are so damned sexy, I could NOT not do it. And, I'm sure we'll do that again, the next time we meet. But, now, I'm recovered, thanks to you, (He lifts up to show his erection) and I'm even more eager to get to the MAIN reason we met tonight. Are you ready, my dear, to be completed?" With a happy nod from me, he lifted my hips, and pulled my panties down my legs and off.

"You have such a deliciously pretty little ass, my dear, I'm am so happy to be the one to fulfill you as a woman. I hope it will be as memorable to you, as it will for me. And, thanks to that glorious blowjob you gave me, I'll be able to last long enough to please us both."

He reached over to the nightstand, and grabbed a tube of lube, which I was happy to see. I wasn't sure how easily he might fit. He gently lifted my legs, slid a pillow under me, Then, leaned in and stuck his tongue in me. I squirmed, delighting in this new feeling, and the tenderness in which he did it. It was JUST like if he were going down on a female. I could NOT have asked for a better first time. After a couple of minutes, his lubed finger replaced his tongue, and he put a liberal coating on my star.

" Here we go, Melody, the last of your maleness ends tonight."

His cockhead rubbed on my button, testing, I guess, to make sure I was ready, But I was more than ready. I wanted this gentle man to take me. I smiled, and he eased the head in.

I drew in a breath, but patted his thigh to show it was ok. "Yes, please"

I started to close my eyes, but part of me wanted to see his face, to see HIS reaction, while I felt mine. He pushed in a little, eased back, then in a bit more. He felt me relax, my hands went to his hips, pulling him in more. With a few more strokes, I felt his balls against my ass, and his cock pulsing inside me. My breathing was jagged, but I smiled and nodded. I pulled his head to mine, and kissed him hard while he moved faster, "Oh, damn, yess, yes!" This is what I was missing in my life. This feeling I'd never got before as a man. "Oh, yes, fuck me!" I bucked up to him, matching his thrusts, and sliding my hips side to side. "I... LOVE this! Love your cock in me. Fuck me hard, use me!"

My head was swimming as he railed me again and again. I felt my own cock dribbling ooze on my tummy, I was pulling him deeper and deeper into me, my first female orgasm quickly building. My last few days flashed in my head, and I knew this was me, the real me. I'm not sure how long we did this beautiful dance, but I came back to reality as I heard him moan and felt his cum filling me. We jerked together until he collapsed on me, both of us gasping for air, and quivering. I felt him finally soften, and ease out of me, and felt his warm cum oozing out of me. I could only hope that every night, every encounter, will be like this.

The next morning, I woke with a start, at first, unsure where I was. But, I sat up, looked beside me, to see him still sleeping, but, with morning wood. Even while I wondered why I no longer do that, I was glad he did, and leaned down to take him in my mouth. Ha, it didn't take long before he jolted awake, running his fingers through my hair, and lifting his hips to meet me. He came very fast, and hard, and I savored every drop. After I swallowed, I kissed him good morning, and trotted to the bathroom, to relieve myself, and slip into the shower.

When I came out, drying my hair with a towel, he motioned me over to the bed.

"My girl, you have worn me out, I've called your boss, told him you'd be ready to go soon. I'd like you to have this, as a token of my thanks. This is not your fee, your boss has been paid. It was a joy to be with you, and I hope to do it again." With that, he handed me 10 one hundred dollar bills.

"Oh, no, no, I couldn't. You are too kind" I tried to hand it back, but he wouldn't hear of it, so I put it in my purse and got dressed. I brushed my hair, and touched up my makeup, and gave him one more kiss before I walked to the door. I mouthed, "Thank you," to him as I exited, and got in the elevator. I stepped out into the lobby, feeling SO much more confident than when I did last night. What a life!

I strutted out of the lobby, onto the sidewalk, like I was a runway model. I could not stop

smiling! I could never have imagined feeling this complete, this satisfied, in myself, ever. I

started to scan the street for James's car, but he was right there, in front of the hotel, His face

lit up when he saw me approach, and leaned over to open the door for me.

"Well, SOMEONE looks like the cat that ate the canary!" He laughed, shook his head as I blushed.

"I take it your evening went better than you anticipated. Mr Masters gave a glowing review of you. To say I'm pleased, but not surprised, should be said. You are just reaffirming what I believed all along. We invested a lot of money and effort in you, Melody, and it's certainly welcoming to know it was well spent. But, look at you, all glowing and bubbly! No more doubts, then?"

He paused, studying my face.

"None! I.. I don't know how to describe how... umm... ME I feel. Inside, I feel RIGHT, for lack of a better word. Last night was... enchanting, like a dream, but real." With that, I leaned over, kissed James's cheek. "I'm sorry that I resisted, I just couldn't imagine ever being like... (waving my arms) this. And, OH MY GOD! My breasts! What... how... I mean... (cupping my boobs) I have milk! And sensation from them, ooooo!"

He laughed again, and said, "That was an experiment. You are the first we've tried it with, and, to be honest? Weren't sure how or if, it would work. I am very pleased, again, that it paid off. Mr Masters gushed over them, and was as surprised as you. These, (he reached over and cupped my left breast) are going to make us LOTS of money. Aaannnnd, give you thrills"

I shivered under his grasp, and nodded. "I KNOW!. Oh, and, (fishing in my purse) Mr Masters gave me this..." (pulling the cash out, offering it to James)

"Oh, no. That is yours. Anything a client gives YOU, belongs to you, to do with as you wish. Our fees are paid directly from the client, before they ever see you." We pull into our drive. ( yes, I know, strange that I'm already thinking of this as my home) "I'm sure you haven't eaten, so go the the kitchen and get breakfast, before checking in for your hormone therapy. After that you have more hair styling classes, and deep massage. And, oh! There is a butt plug on your nightstand. We will need to get you accustomed to larger cocks than your initiation." I blushed and nodded, immediately getting the image of his cock in my head. Scary, yes, but, after last night, anticipating more evenings and more cocks to please.

As I ate breakfast, I mused, HOW do I explain to my family, that I'm a prostitute, but, more than that, a feminine one, to boot. I've been out of touch for more than a month, and was only supposed to be gone for a week. Which led to another question I hadn't thought of, where was my phone? All in good time, I'm NOT ready to have those conversations yet. My mind drifted back to last night, and how eager I was to please a man, and revel how hard I orgasm-ed, when I was fucked. Do all men, or women, for that matter, cum that hard, anally? I'd tried anal with a couple of girls; one refusing outright, and the other, making me stop before we really got into it. So, WHAT made it so different for me? I decided that it didn't matter, as long as I can feel it again.

I walked down the hallway, knocked on the door, to get my full body massage. This would be my first, I'd only ever gotten shoulder massages, and mild back rubs before. I was instructed to undress (all the way? Yes) and climb on the table. The masseur was 40-ish guy, medium height and weight, but looked to be in better shape than most men his age. He spoke very little, other than to instruct me how to lay, move my limbs, etc. Even though I reasoned that he was familiar with girls "like me," I was still a little embarrassed as his strong, well oiled hands glided over me, making me relax far more than I expected. I almost dosed off, I was so comfortable, when his hands, which had been hovering over my round butt, started dipping lower, spreading my legs gently. A small stream of warm oil dripped on my butt crease, and trickled in my pink star, followed by a fingertip. My hips jerked and I looked back over my shoulder. Before I could speak, he said, "Sorry, Ma'am, I didn't mean to startle you, but this is part of your massage. You'll need to keep your muscles limber, um... if you know what I mean." I simply nodded, and closed my eyes again, trying not to move too much to his probing. He knew exactly what to do, though, and, try as I must, my hips, and my hardon, betrayed me. One finger became 2, then 3, and I was moaning into the pillow beneath me. I'm not sure how long his anal play went on, but I was cumming and cooing in no time. He wiped his hand, and gently inserted the buttplug that James had mentioned, and kept on massaging me until I drifted off.

Sometime later, I was being nudged, and an attractive girl said I should get a shower, then meet her in the next room, for my hair styling lesson. As I slid off the massage table, I was reminded by the buttplug. Maybe my imagination, but it seemed to make me walk with even more sway. Hmmm, I may like this! In the shower, I took extra time to caress my tender breasts, and even though my cock stiffened, I did not give in. I did, though, play with my breasts enough to get them to dribble out a few drops of milk. It took serious determination not to jerk my cock, until it splattered the shower wall. How could I be this horny? Something in the hormones? I shrugged, and dried off, leaving my hair damp, and just slipping a robe on. No point in putting on clothes yet, until I knew what the plans were for me tonight.

I hoped I could retain all the tips and tricks the hair stylist was giving me, so much to take in. Beth popped in as we were finishing my lesson, and said, "Hey, Girl! I heard someone had a blast on her date! So, come on, admit it, we were right, you ARE loving this new you, aren't you? James said you strutted out of that hotel like you owned it! I would have loved to see that, bit, I'm sure I'll get a few chances." She hugged me, and even though I blushed, I nodded, and told her it was more than I imagined. She then commenced showing me different makeup ideas, daywear, nightwear, and colors that accented my features. She would put my makeup on, then remove it, and make me try, until I got it right. When we finished, she seemed to want to say something, but wouldn't say it.

"Spit it out, Beth, what's on your mind?" (I thought I had done something wrong)

"Well,.. James told me the breast experiment worked, even better than we may have imagined, that you are already producing milk. Is that right?" When I nodded, yes, she stammered, "I know it might be weird, but..., could I... try it? Hell, I might even go for the procedure myself." (looking pensive)

I grinned, opening my robe) " I think I might like that, a lot. I can't get used to the sensation."

I stood, and pushed my chest out to her. She leaned in and opened her full lips, and sucked my left nipple in, while cupping the right breast. My legs felt wobbly and I shook. We BOTH moaned as I felt, and she tasted, my milk slipping into her mouth I cupped her head, pressing it to me.

"Oh My God, if you keep that up, I'll cum all over you!" She lifted off my nipple, pressed her lips to mine, and urged her tongue in my mouth, letting me taste myself. She pulled away, closed my robe and said, "I'd love that, too, I think, but we aren't here for that, honey. Another time, ok? Let's get something to eat, and get you dressed for tonight. Are you ready for another adventure?"

I bit my lip and nodded, disappointed, but knowing she was right. We walked to the break room, and had a salad and sushi, while I quizzed her on the "operation." How many other "girls" like me, when she started working for James, how that all happened, and anything I could think of, just to learn. She was surprisingly open, and answered without hesitation. I assumed it was because she felt there was no threat of me running away, or guilt from what she'd done, I'm not sure, but I was happy for the communication. There were presently eighteen others, like myself, not all successes. Several were limited to brothels, because they could not be completely trusted, and a few that just didn't turn out as well as they had hoped. Trial and error, she explained. They, at this point, were very happy over my progress, and hoped that I'd remain happy doing this. (I was, and happy that it worked out this way, as stories of the girls in the brothels, or sold to cruel owners, did NOT sound like a good choice)

A few minutes after we finished eating, Beth's phone buzzed. She read the text, and patted my hand, saying, "This has been fun, but it's time to get you ready." We walked to my room, and she said, "Put on your red lace bra/panty set, and black sheer thigh highs, I'll be right back with a new dress and heels. " My heart beat faster, again thinking what tonight would be like. Could it possible match last night?

When she came back, she asked, "have you ever...? Oh, silly me, of course you haven't... tucked.. you know. I'm afraid, as short and tight as this dress will be, we are going to have to make sure your big clitty (she snickered with that) isn't going to show. I'll get some tape!"

She rushed out, leaving me to pick up the small black, and obviously very stretchy dress. Holy cow, I thought, this looks like a Halloween hooker costume. It REALLY made me wonder what kind of night I was in store for, and honestly, wasn't as sure as I was earlier. Beth popped back in, and must have read my mind when she sawing examining the dress.

"I can bet what you're thinking, but we have all kinds of clients, not all of them as, um... refined, as Mr Masters. But they all pay very well for what they want, and James has screened every one. You won't have any problems, some are just kinkier than others, and... cruder, I suppose. Now, let's get you taped up. I hope you already used the bathroom, this tape will reattach a couple of times, but, should you get an erection, it won't do as well, got it?"

I nodded, yes, and them slipped the dress over my head, squirming to the soft fabric as it wrapped around me like a glove. The top had somewhat V plunge, stopping just above my bra, and the hem came halfway up my thighs. My stocking tops were covered, but not by a lot. I added the 4" heels with the ankle straps, and walked little circles, getting used to them. Beth touched up my hair, as I pulled it a bit while getting the dress on. She watched me, looking at my image in the mirror.

"You'll be fine, just go with it, like getting into character, right?" (Beth mused) With that, I pulled out a deeper red lipstick, and coated my lips. "You mean like this," I giggled. "Wow, Mom, your son really IS a hooker. "I shrugged, and stepped out of my room, down the hallway, with an exaggerated swagger.

"You go, girl!" Beth bellowed out and laughed.

James looked up, when he heard Beth, and saw me enter. "Sit down, Melody. Tonight will be very different, but not in a bad way. We have a long standing client who is playing a bit of a joke on one of his friends. His friend seems to think that girls like you are completely unconvincing, and that he would know immediately, should he meet one. Their conversation happened a couple of weeks ago, so he will not be expecting to meet you, as a test. Our client, Anderson Phillips, will be escorting you as his date tonight. The bet, though, is, IF his friend IS fooled, he will have to go down on you, WHILE Anderson fucks you. (Studying my face) So, nothing too weird. Now, SHOULD you not fool him, Anderson must suck you AND his friend. I'm relying on you to make sure that doesn't happen. I have every confidence in you. In fact, I picked you, out of all my girls, even the more experienced, because I know you can do it. Let's go have a big night, ok?"

He smiled big, wrapped his big arm around my shoulder, and walked me out to his car.

On the away there, his fingers drifted up and down my thigh, making me squirm in the seat, trying NOT to get excited. He inhaled deeply, and squirmed a bit, himself. We pulled up to the St Regis, and James said to let the Maitre D know you are meeting Mr Phillips. His hand rubbed my cheek as I opened my door. I tried to focus on the eyes that followed me inside. I was ushered to the table where Mr Phillips rose to greet me. His eyes got wide as he openly looked me up and down, with a soft wolf whistle. "Damn, seriously? You WEREN"T born female?" He whispered. I blushed and shook my head no.

He said, "This is going to be great! My God, Allan has NO idea what is about to happen to him. I can't wait till he gets here. It's Melody, right? The story is, you are new in my office, and we are getting better acquainted, ok?" I nodded and he ordered us a drink, looking at his watch. "He should be here soon, I hope my face doesn't give it away. And... I'm REALLY looking forward to getting to know more about you, in my room, later."

If his face didn't give his lust away, his eyes certainly did. He looked to be around 40, maybe a little younger, dressed in an expensive suit, styled hair, and, other than his eyes roaming all over me, well mannered. I guessed him to be six feet, or so, maybe 240-250 lbs. I wondered why I was already imagining how endowed he was, and had to suppress a giggle, because this new me definitely had a mind for sex. My old self NEVER measured guys up, unless there was a possibility of a fight (With my size, flight was usually the better option)

He reached out, touched my hand and said, "Here he is, you're on!" "Allan, I'd like you to meet Melody, from my office, have a seat."

Our eyes locked, for a moment, before his dropped down to scan me. I guessed him to be taller than Anderson, but thinner, too, maybe 200-220 lbs. He had a gentle smile, and he reached out for my hand, and said, "Pleasure to meet you, Melody, did Anderson force you to go out with him?" With that, both men laughed and I stifled a giggle. Shaking my head, I replied, "No, I've been wanting to eat at this restaurant, but it's beyond my means." Anderson winked, as if to say, "good answer."

"Anderson, you old dog, I may have to visit your office more often, if your employees look like this," Allan, looking right at me, said. "Well," Anderson quickly said, "I can't promise ALL of them are this attractive, but I pride myself on hiring competent, beautiful women. It just makes the day go faster. We were just finishing these drinks, and were discussing taking the conversation upstairs, to my suite, if you'd care to join us." At that, we BOTH looked at him. Me, thinking he was rushing it, and, I'm thinking, that he might be tipping his hand. But, surprisingly, enough, Alan jumped at the offer.

"Sure! If I'm not... imposing," Allan stammered.

"Not at all, my friend. You look like you'd love to know more about Melody, yourself. What do you say, Melody, would you mind if Allan joined us?" ( Lifting his brow as he said it)

I cleared my throat and, glancing at Allan, feeling a bit like a Venus Fly Trap, "No, I'm sure it would be fine."

With that, they both rose, and Allan pulled back my chair. With one on each side, we walked to the elevator. It was not lost on me that each dropped back a step, probably to watch my wiggle. THAT gave a big smile, Who doesn't like to be looked at with desire?

When we entered the suite, Anderson ushered us to the large couch, and motioned for us to sit.

"I'll make us some drinks, but, first, Melody, I have a question"(Both Allan and I looked right at him),

"It is obvious that both Allan and I find you VERY attractive. I know, from your job application, and hiring interviews, that you are having some financial problems, so... I'll be blunt. I will give you two thousand dollars, to have sex with both of us, tonight. Now, wait, before you answer, no one, outside this room, will have to know, so you won't have to feel embarrassed at the office. I'll make drinks, while you think it over."

With that, he turned to go to the bar, while I pretended to ponder the offer, and Allan turned to me, saying, "Melody, I had no idea what he had in mind. Yes, I wanted to flirt with you, but you don't have to do anything you aren't comfortable with."

I looked him in the eyes and responded, "Allan, are you that attracted to me? I've only had one three way, and it was (complete honesty helps, when it's the right situation) with a man and a woman."

I almost laughed when he gasped, catching him off guard. "Hell, yes, Melody! You are as sexy as any woman I've been with, and, knowing you did a three way? That is SO hot!"

I giggled, knowing he was falling in the trap, (And Anderson heard, but pretended not to, finishing the drinks.) I rose, took Allan's hands, and pulled him to his feet, Looking up to him, I tip-toed, trying to reach his lips as I nestled my body close. I felt his hardened cock against me, and he leaned down to meet my lips. MMMM, oh, yes, he was more than ready, I parted my lips and kissed back hard, my hands going to his back, hugging him tighter. I know he had to feel my breasts mashing into him, and I made a point to sway, rubbing him with them. His cock throbbed against me, and I liked it. To have THIS much power was such a high. I pulled away, as Anderson brought the drinks, and said, "I think maybe, we have too many clothes on. (then, looking at Anderson, said, ) " You don't mind that we started without you, do you?"

He grinned, and laughed. "Not at all, I'm sure you'll be able to please both of us. Shall we move this party to the bedroom? I'll let you two get started, and I'll join in a minute."

Allan and I walked, hugging, to the bedroom, one arm around his waist, my other hand rubbing his bulge through his pants. "Oh, my, I'm looking forward to meeting your friend."I giggled.

I stopped him at the foot of the bed, reached up to unbutton his shirt, pulled it free, and unbuckled his belt, and unsnapped and unzipped his pants. As they fell to his ankles, I pushed him back on the bed, knelt down and pulled his shoes and socks off, then his pants. I climbed up on him, kissing him hard, before delivering little kisses down his chest, stomach and grasping his throbbing cock. I hungrily licked up and down his cock, wet lips sliding up and down before opening them to take his head in. He jerked like he was going to cum right then and I swirled my tongue over his red bulb head. I licked drops of precum, and purred, "Is this what you want, baby? "

He moaned and gasped,"I... want ALL of you!" I could see Anderson, out of the corner of my eyes, taking it in, waiting for just the right moment. I cooed, "Are you sure, because, you can have ALL of me tonight, but only if you are sure"

"YES, oh, yes, I do, I NEED all of you"

With that, I took him back in my mouth and sucked him like it was the last cock I'd ever taste. His precum was lubing my mouth more and I pressed his cock as far as I could. I felt Anderson crawl up behind me, lift my hem, and pull my panties to the side.

"This it it, " I thought, and felt his cockhead press my button.. I knew Allan was getting close and Anderson eased in me sooo nice and slow, as I shivered. I was surprised how easily he went in. I was moaning on Allan's cock. Anderson's cock was shaped perfectly, I thought. Kind of a pointy head, then widening more down the shaft. The deeper he went, the harder it was to focus, so I eased off on Allan a bit, still running my lips up and down it, and licking the head, until I could collect my thoughts enough to finish him.

Apparently, he didn't mind, his hands were on my head, and he opened his eyes to see Anderson plowing me, STILL not knowing I was a girl with something extra. As Anderson fucked me so completely, I could feel my own cock dripping. I needed to finish Allan, before Anderson made me cum. I started pushing Allan's cock deeper in my mouth, hitting my throat, only pulling back if I felt a gag. That was it! He bucked and twisted as he filled my mouth with hot cum. I was bucking and moaning, myself, as I swallowed as fast as possible, and came as I felt Anderson explode in me.

Anderson leaned over me and said, with a big grin, "Are you REALLY sure you want all of her? I'm not sure you can handle her." I watched Allan's face, so confident, as he thought Anderson had just fucked "my pussy." (Which, he HAD!)

I leaned back against Anderson, reached under me, and pulled the tape loose, freeing my throbbing cock. His smile faded, replaced by a look of complete disbelief. "Whattt? No fucking way! This is a trick, right? Th-that's fake... right?" I shook my head, and Anderson burst out laughing.

"Time to pay up, Pal. You said you couldn't be fooled, that you would know if a girl wasn't all girl. You remember the bet? Time to suck her, my friend." Sheepishly, Allan noted.

"fuck me... you are beautiful, Melody, and I was stupid, so... here goes." and he brought his face right down to my pulsing cock, opened his lips, and sucked me in. Anderson was still inside me. When he felt my hips jerk, he returned to fucking me, even though he had just cum, and wasn't completely hard. Oh, my God! I thought getting sucked while sucking was good? NOT compared to getting fucked and sucked! Allan was looking up at me, still looking shocked, but not shirking, either. While not the best blowjob I've ever had? I came hard, and bless him, Allan swallowed ever drop. Anderson ALSO came again. I got up, went to the bath to "freshen" up, while the guys talked. They both gave me hugs when I got dressed, AND, Anderson really DID give me the two thousand dollars. My nest egg is growing quickly.

Oh my God, am I turning into a sex addict? I had just left the bed that I shared with two men,

and feeling as horny as I was while with them. WHAT has gotten into me? (it never occurred

to me that there might be something other than hormones and vitamins in my morning pills

and shots) Whatever it was, I can't say I'm really complaining. After all, if I am going to be

seducing men for a living, I may as well enjoy it, too, right?

The days turned into weeks, and, as my body continued to evolve, (my breasts were growing, and continuing to give me pleasure, my waist trimming more, and my hips widening just a bit), I was feeling more confident about my lovemaking. (Ha, SEX!) and, I finally had felt James's python cock inside me. It took a few drinks, a little X, and some loving patience from him, but it was so worth it. Even though I don't think he ever got it all in me, I was a quivering mess, cumming, it seemed, nonstop. I was afraid he would ruin me for ever wanting any other man, but I quickly learned that good sex, especially when I'm being paid for it, is great sex. Now, it seems, my nights with James are a reward for a job, or jobs, well done. My tips were adding up, too, and were banked for my unknown future, except for the occasional shopping spree.

There were no restrictions for me, as James knew that I was happy, and wouldn't run off. I was even permitted nights "off," if I wanted to date someone that wasn't a client. That had not happened, as, even the lackluster dates had something special about them. It WAS nice to know, though, that I had earned the trust. OH! And, yes, Beth and I had shared a couple of afternoons together. VERY different than our sex before, though, and more fun. Clearly, my old life was in my rear view.

Or, was it?

It nagged at me that my parents didn't know where I was, or if I was ok. I wrestled with how to deal with that. I had my ID changed to reflect my new name, and, even though I wasn't ALL female, James's contacts had altered it to say "female," in case I were to be checked, when out. I finally sat down with James, told him that I really needed a few days off, to see my parents, and let them know I was safe, and, maybe more importantly, happy. We agreed that I would not tell them about my new profession, just that I had a nice office job, and roomed with some other girls. I bought a cell phone, rented a car, packed a suitcase (or three), and hit the road.

My nerves were on edge, all the way down, as I pondered how to explain how I'd made this change. I finally decided just to wing it. I DID call home, though, on the way down, trying to make my voice sound as much like the old me as I could, because my mom hung up on me the first time, not recognizing my voice. I told her that I was coming for a visit, and not to panic, but that I was different now. She tried to quiz me, but I told her it would be easier to explain, when I got there. I stopped just outside of town, freshened up my makeup, and checked my look. I decided on a yellow sundress, with 3" heels. I drove on to the house, drew in a deep breath, opened the car door and walked up the sidewalk. I nervously knocked on the door. After a minute, my mom opened the door, and said, with a confused look,

"Can I help you?" Her eyes studied me for what seemed like several minutes, until I said, "Mom, it's me, Eric. Well.... Melody, but, your Eric. " Her eyes went wide, and she wilted, almost falling, until I reached out to catch her. I walked her in, to the couch, and eased her down to it, kneeling in front of her as I did.

"I'm sorry, Mom, I... didn't know how to tell you... a-about me. I knew it would be a shock, and, that you'd have a million questions. I met someone who saw me for what I was... um,,, am. I feel like the real me, for the first time, ever." I held her hand in mine, and she continued to scan me up and down, as if trying to decide if this was some kind of trick.

" I know this may be hard to accept, but, I had to let you know that I was ok. Well, better than ok. I am finally at peace with myself." I paused, and she lifted her free hand to my face, feeling my cheek, examining my hair, my neck, her eyes settling on my chest. "Are... are those.... REAL?" She gasped as I nodded. "Yes, Mom, I guess you have a... daughter now." Her gaze went further, to my waist, hips, legs, and heels. "I realize it's a lot to take in, it was for me, at first," I said, wiping tears from her cheeks.

"This is REALLY what you want?" She stammered. "Mom, I've never been happier. I have a good job, nice friends, and a good place to live. I hope you can accept me, and my choices."

She sat for a few moments, eyes shifting as it sank in, and finally, she said, "You know your father will never abide by this. We CAN'T tell him. It would be better for him to think you are missing, or... something, other than... (waving her hands at me) this. You understand that, right?"

I nodded, slowly. "I figured so, he's never been much for... you know... I, I just couldn't keep you worried about me. I'll go, before he gets home, to save a scene, ok?"

I started to stand but she held my hand, pulling me back down. "Son... umm.. sorry... Melody... does this mean you... d-date... men? What happened to the girl you were seeing? What happened?"

I again nodded. "Yes, Mom, I date men. I live just like a woman. The girl, Beth, is... still a friend, but... it didn't work out. She has helped me with my change, but, don't be mad at her, it was my decision. You have my phone number, if you need to get in touch, or, if you just want to talk. I really need to go, Dad will be home soon, right?" We stood up, she walked me to the door, hugging me, kissing my cheek. "He sometimes stops at the bar, to have a beer before coming home, I never know. Please take care of yourself, Eri-umm, Melody. Let me know how you are doing, from time to time, ok?" I kissed her cheek and promised I would. I cried on the way to the car, sad, but also relieved that my secret was out, at least to her.

I turned the car to the highway, but slowed down as I passed the bar. I knew it was risky, but, seeing my dad's truck, I turned around, and went in. I sat at the end of the bar, and ordered a drink, scanning the room. There he was, shooting the breeze with his friends, glancing up occasionally at the TV. He looked my way, and, for a second, I thought he recognized me, but, no, he was just eyeing me up and down, and he whispered something to his friends, and they laughed. I looked past them, and saw my best friend, Brad, a couple of tables over. I waved, before I thought, then caught myself. "Dammit," I thought, WHY did I do THAT? He peered at me, I guess trying to decide who I was, and how I'd know him. A couple of minutes later, he walked up and asked, with a wide smile, "Do I know you? I can't seem to place your face." But it WASN'T my face he was looking at. "Down boy," I replied. "I'm sorry, I thought you were someone I knew, but realized you couldn't be. Sorry for the trouble"

"Oh, no trouble at all. I'm Brad, can I buy you a drink? Maybe we can be friends, too" (Damn his smile. I never noticed how cute he was, and WHY am I noticing now? "You don't have to buy me a drink, thanks, I'm just passing through, on my way home. Oh, and, (reaching my hand out) I'm Melody."

(Stop Melody, you're asking for trouble. Do NOT flirt with him Did Melody listen? Not a chance)

Knowing better, I batted my lashes at him, remembering that Brad was the one friend I had that seemed to get any girl he wanted. But HOW the fuck would he deal with a girl with something extra? He obviously didn't recognize me. Hell, my own mom and dad didn't, why should he?

He sat down beside me, being his normal charming self, and I was having an in-head battle of can I or can't I? I KNEW it was wrong, but just couldn't resist, and as we finished off our drinks, I leaned closer to him, and whispered, "I have to get on the road soon, but... (patting his thigh) if you'll walk me out to my car, I might give you a goodbye kiss." (licking my lips as slowly as I could). He lit up, stood up, and helped me off the stool. "I'd be happy to escort you to your car, Melody!" I wrapped my arm around his waist, he wrapped his around mine, but just before we got to the door, he let his hand slide to my ass, just for a show to my dad and his friends. I giggled and fake slapped his shoulder, and bumped my hip against him. As soon as we got outside, I said, "I'm parked too close to the door, maybe we could go to YOUR car (I knew he had a truck, too) for that goodbye kiss."

"Right this way, Miss," his hand cupping my ass harder, as I squealed, and turned my lips to his, tip-toeing up to his. I fed him my tongue, and broke free, eager to find out if the stories were true. He opened his truck door, and watched me slide in, then walked around to his side, and got in.

"Damn, honey, you don't waste any time, do you?" and I answered, "I don't have a lot of time, but, you caught my eye." With that I reached over, unbuckled his jeans, unzipped them, and reached in."Mmmm, oh, I had a feeling about you!" I whispered, wrapping my fingers around his cock, licking my lips again. I gave him another long tongue filled kiss, and lowered my mouth right on his cock. He drew in a deep breath, as I took his shaft in my mouth. I was going to make sure he remembered me, and I cupped his balls as my tongue swirled on his cockhead.

"Oh, baby! Slow down! I'll cum too soon! " He yelped, but I shook my head and kept my assault up. Moaning as I tasted his pre-cum, I stroked his base and kept suctioning the head. His hips were jerking and his fingers were in my hair, and one hand squeezing my ass. I wanted his cock in me, but couldn't chance him freaking out, so I licked up and down his shaft, while smiling up at him, before swallowing him again. "OH, SHIT!" He moaned and filled my mouth with hot, creamy cum. I kept teasing his cock with my tongue as he jerked and twisted. I let up when he started to soften, and raised up to kiss him again. I knew he would taste his own cum, but pressed my lips and tongue against his until he gave in and opened his mouth. I savored that cum shared kiss for a long minute, as he had to swallow some. I licked my lips, scooted over to my door, and said, "Thanks, Brad. I needed that for the road. Bye, Sweetie!"

He looked bewildered as I walked to my car, started it up, drove away. One of these days, I may have to visit again, but for now, I need to get home, and get fucked. That made me so horny! And seeing my Dad's lustful eye raised questions, too. Does he cheat on Mom, or just oogle girls? Hmm...

The ride home seemed longer than the ride down, and I had too much time to think about the discussion with mom. At least she doesn't have to wonder about me. I drove all night,, and crashed on my bed until mid afternoon, when I was awakened for my meds and massage. After my massage, and shower, I went to James's office to fill him in on my brief trip. He was surprised I didn't stay longer, until I told him about how my father would react. He got a laugh out of my Dad oogling me in the bar, though, even joking about me wanting a Daddy/daughter fling. I assured him my Dad would never bed a "he/she," as my Dad would put it.

"Well, ANYWAY, (grinning) I need to get laid. Do you have a client scheduled? I know I'm back early, but I'm needing to get back in the saddle!"

"As a matter of fact, I do! Just called this morning, inquiring about a special girl he's heard about. He's older, but quite wealthy. His wife passed last year, and he's now interested in scratching an itch he's had. If you want it, I'll return his call, and make the appointment"

"Yes, boss, More than ready! Let me know how I should dress, and what time, and location. I'll do my best NOT to play with myself, so I'm hyper horny for him."

I was in my room, using a styling wand to give my hair some waves, when James tapped on my door. Opening it, he leans in, and says, " You are good to go for 7:30 this evening. You'll be going to his home. He sounded nervous, but excited to meet you. Be gentle!" With that, he burst out laughing, and told me that clothing was my choice tonight.

I'm not sure what made me choose, but I went with a clingy, bright red dress, no bra, red lace panties, sheer red thigh highs, and 3 inch red stilettos, with an ankle strap. My boobs were super sensitive and I wanted no more material around them than was needed, and hoping my nipples were as noticeable as they felt. By now, I was trusted to drive myself to the client's place, and they were all carefully vetted, so I was in no danger. The GPS directed me on the outskirts of town, to a nice, gated, community. I was let in the gate almost immediately, and the night watchman gave me a toothy grin when he checked my ID, and, I noticed, my ample display of thigh. He pointed me to the house where Mr. Frasier lived, and was not surprised to see it was one of the largest in the neighborhood. I parked in the circular drive, and stepped up to the door. I didn't even get to ring the doorbell, when the door swung open.

"Melody? Please, come in. I'm Mr. Frasier, but, please, call me Dan." He was a big man, with a kind face. He looked a lot like one of the "experts" that give appraisals on "Pawn Stars" The white haired man in the hat. He ushered me in, and asked if I'd like a drink. I told him I'd have whatever he was having, so we had a glass of wine, and went to his den.

He said, "You can probably tell, I'm a bit nervous. I have never... umm.. dated, like this, before, but felt like it was time to... well... live a little, before I get too old to" (I guessed him to be in his sixties, maybe a little portly, but not fat. More like an ex football player) "I'm really not sure what to do, so, if it's ok with you, Melody, I'd like you to, lead things off, ok?"

"Of course, Dan, and, we aren't in a hurry, are we? You can ask me anything, and, if you like, tell me about yourself. Does that sound ok?" (I moved closer to him on the couch, and let my fingers slide up his arm, shoulder, and gently rub his neck. He trembled, but it seemed to calm him)

"Well, yes. That is a great idea! I was married, 40 years. My wife passed last year. She's the only woman I've ever been with. I retired from the family business, but I still own controlling shares in it"

(He, very shyly let his hand drop to my leg, just above my knee)

"Do you mind me asking, Why you chose... a girl like me, for your first... adventure?" (looking him in the eye) He drew a breath and answered, " No. I have seen pictures of. (swallows before answering) girls... like you, and, I was amazed. It just didn't seem possible. But, when I researched, and got in touch with your employer, he showed me your picture, and I was floored. You are amazing. Also, I figured using a professional service was safer than trying to go out to clubs that I'm too old to be in" (With that, he gave a hearty laugh)

I leaned in closer, whispering, "would you like to kiss me, Dan?" And, without waiting for an answer, I pressed my lips to his, letting my soft breast press into his chest. He hesitated, for just a moment, and returned my kiss. I let my fingers run around his neck, and up into his hair, feeling him shake more. The hand he had on my leg squeezed tighter, and slowly drifted higher. I opened my legs to let him explore, and he inched up my stocking unto he reached bare skin. His fingers played on my inner thigh, and I pressed my tongue deeper in his mouth, moaning softly. I let my free hand drop to his lap, where I could feel quite a bulge through his slacks. He squirmed more as I slid my fingers on it.

"OH! Sh-should we move this... to the bedroom?" He broke the kiss, asking. He was clearly breathing faster, and his big hand on my thigh was having the desired affect on me.

"I think that's a lovely idea" and he pulled me to my feet, and wrapped his big arm around me. Even as we walked up the steps to his bedroom, his hands poured on my hip, my ass, and then landed just under my breast. He led me to the foot of his massive bed, and I started unbuttoning his shirt. Even in heels, I had to tip-toe. I dropped to my knees, unlaced his shoes, and one, then the other, removed them and his socks. I rose again, unbuckling his trousers, unzipping them and pulling them down, and he stepped out of them. The bulge in his boxers was massive. I let my finger trace over it, and asked, "Would you like to undress me, or watch while I do it?"

"Oh, I very much want to undress you, Melody. I've thought of nothing else all day" And he reached to the hem of my dress, and pulled it up over my head, drawing in a breath as it went over my head, and exposed my naked breasts. "Th-they're REAL!" To which I giggled, and said, "Very much so, and they LOVE to be played with!"He fell back on the bed, crawled up to the headboard, and motioned for me to follow. I did my best "cat crawl" up to him, Straddling his big body, and leaning in for another kiss. I think his lust was easing his nervousness, and his hands roamed over my back, and ass. His fingers dipped into the waistband of my panties, pushing them off my ass. I lifted my hip to let him push them further down my legs. He very slowly brought his hand back up my inner thigh, until he touched my now hard cock/clitty. He pulled away from the kiss, and pushed me to his side, and he went to his side, as he explored me, like a kid with a new toy. It was funny, because his fingers were over half the size of my cock, even as hard as I was. He lifted me, like I was nothing, flipping me around, so my face was at his crotch, and mine at his. I pulled his boxers down and gulped. Oh my God. His cock was not as long as James's, probably 8 inches, but SO fat! I'd never seen anything like it. It had a strange shape. Normal head, but thicker as it went to the base. It sounds funny, but the only thing I could compare it to was a space shuttle, without the wings, of course. I honestly wasn't sure I could take it. I KNEW I couldn't get it all in my mouth. I started kissing all over it, and squirming as he licked on mine. I ran my tongue up and down it, and opened as wide as I could. I got his head in, but only a couple of inches more. Even with that, he was moaning on my cock, and taking all of me in his mouth. His fat tongue was driving me crazy, and I desperately wanted to do the same for him. I could taste his precum, and I'm sure he could mine,. I backed away long enough to tell him I was close. Dammit! This isn't supposed to happen. I'm supposed to rock HIS world! I went back to sucking, and he never slowed down. He knew what was coming and wasn't about to stop. I guess he HAD thought about this for a while. With my hip jerking, I filled his mouth with my cum, and slathered his cock for all it was worth. As my cock softened, he flipped me BACK around, and said, "I didn't expect you to be able to handle me, Melody. I should have warned you, I guess. It took my wife a long time to even get half of me in her mouth. I want YOU. I have been curious for a long time, but knew I did not want to date a man. You are exactly what I wanted. But, that said, I'd like to TRY your pretty little ass.... if you are daring. If it won't work, you can finish me with your hands.

I grinned and said, "I'm not SURE if I can take it, but I sure want to try it. I've never seen a cock like yours. Roll on your back. I'll get my lube and let's do this!"

I jumped off the bed, grabbed my purse, and got back between his legs. I squirted lube on my fingers, and pushed it in my star, then coated his horse cock. I took a deep breath, and positioned myself on his tip. "Here we go..." I KNEW I wanted this. I was cock hungry, and this was my biggest challenge. Thank God I'd finally been able to take James's cock, it would help with this fat monster. I felt him opening me, and I eased him in a couple of inches, waited, and then some more. He was clearly stretching me, and he was so patient. He raised his big hands to my breasts and started playing with them. YES! Oh, that runs chills through me, and droplets of milk leaked down on his fingers. His hips jerked up, pushing more of him into me, and for a second, I thought I passed out. My cock was leaking on his stomach as I squirmed on him, gasping as I took more and more. Oh, FUCK me, he's huge! For an instant, I saw me in a wedding dress! In that instant? I wanted to MARRY this man! I wanted his babies!! (And yes, I KNEW I couldn't have them, but that's how high I was for his cock) I've never felt anything like it, I was cumming all over him, and it wouldn't stop." Yes!! Fuck, me, Dan!! Oh God, fuck me!! " He was twisting and moaning, probably as surprised as I was that he was in me! He touched parts of me that no one had! I rocked on him, and hugged his waist as I pummeled myself on him. I rode that big man for as long as I could, cumming steady, until I Finally heard him gasp, and felt a blast of his hot cum blast into me. I leaned into him, with him still impaling me, both of us quivering. He wrapped those big arms around me, and we fell asleep like that.

I woke up, my body tingling, and I opened my eyes to Dan sucking on my breast. I

immediately hugged his head to me, and moaned deeply. He looked up at me and winked,

slurping up droplets of milk. "I just had to try this," Dan sighed." I never knew it was

possible... milk, without being pregnant"

I giggled and answered, "I know, it took me by surprise, too, a very happy surprise."

He slid up my body, and gave me a healthy good morning kiss. We made love, this time. Not the frantic sex explosion that last night was, but a slow, casual, fuck me silly, romantic love making. I believe that he enjoyed me, as much as I did him, and I'm fairly certain I'll be back. Even though his curiosity was sated, he was looking forward to "expanding" my horizons, and his. I showered, dressed, lightly touched up my makeup, and kissed him goodbye. Talk about walking funny, I'm sure I did, but I grinned all the way back to the office.

You might say I did the "walk of shame," but you'd be wrong. I was PROUD that I handled that giant cock. I MIGHT just take a day off, though, WOW.

(Thank you all for reading my story, I hope it held your interest, and that I caught most of my mistakes. I want to say, all of my "episodes" have some parts of truth in them, but this one has more than any of the others. I DID bed this man, and I DID want his babies! Best sex of my life, hands down. I wish everyone could experience it. I have started a couple more story lines, different from Melody's story, but it may take a while to develop them, from my head, to paper. Keep watching!)

This is part six. I wanted to be done with it, but also wanted to not leave it hanging in the air. If you read the other parts, it makes more sense, than a standalone.

In the months that followed, I saw Dan at least once a week, but on my time. I could not give up that fabulous cock. He had asked me to move in with him, and a big part of me wanted to, but, I still had to pay off my debt to James, and being a "working girl" was the most lucrative way to do it.

I loved my job, pleasing men was second nature to me. On the days I was not with Dan, it seemed I could not get enough sex. Seeing, and feeling, the reaction I got from my dates kept me high and happy, and, making good money. I figured I'd only have to "work" for James 8 or 9 more months, and I'd be free to move on, should I choose. James had already started trying to offer me more money and perks, and, had it not for wanting a life with Dan, I'd have done it, probably. Dan had even offered to pay my debt to James, but I could not do that. He reluctantly understood.

I worked 4 days a week, now. One day was spent with Dan, and the next day was my recovery time. I was able to take him fully, but my muscles needed time, and I also shopped on that day. There were weeks that I'd get a special request and work the 5th day, but it was always my choice. Otherwise, the 5th day was a "me" day.

On one of my "me" days, I got a wild notion to go see my Mom, and, maybe my Dad. I arranged to meet Mom at a restaurant in the next town over, so there was little possibility of anyone she knew, seeing us. She actually seemed happy and relieved to see me, and we chatted like old friends, instead of Mom and son. She mentioned that Dad rarely asked about me, and I told her about seeing him at the bar, on my last trip. I told her I might confront Dad, just for my own peace of mind. She wasn't completely comfortable with the idea, but didn't ask me not to. Before we parted, I handed her an envelope, with a thousand dollars, so she would have her own money, for things she might want, but wouldn't ask Dad for.

I couldn't tell her of the nagging feeling I had about Dad's flirtatious looks in the bar. It kept circling in the back of my mind, though, and I was determined to find out if he was just a harmless flirt, or a cheater. I WAS going to find out, and, probably, show the new me, to my Dad, in the bargain. I drove to the closest motel, rented a room, went in, changed into a slinky purple dress, with a deep cut top, and just below my stocking tops hem, with 3" ankle strapped stiletto's. I checked my hair, and my makeup, and headed to the bar my dad hung out at. I walked in, hesitating at the door, to let my eyes adjust to the dim lighting, and got a seat at the bar. I ordered a margarita, and scanned the room. No surprise, there was Dad, at his usual table, with his buds, and, no surprise, the table buzzed in whispers, I assumed, for me.

I sipped my drink slowly, glancing up occasionally, to the television, showing the local news, with no volume. The juke box played non-stop, some good, some awful, songs. I was on my second drink, before there was a nudge on my shoulder. I turned slowly, and, sure enough, there was my Dad. I almost choked on my drink. Was I really doing this? You know it!

My Dad leaned in and in a low voice says, "Little Lady, me and the boys have a wager. I bet them that you came in here, JUST to see me. I remember you from a few months ago. Lookers like you don't come in that often." He grinned real big and said, "Go on, tell the boys I'm right... and then you and me can go find us a motel room. What do you think?"

I finished my drink, looked over to the table, and nodded yes, causing Dad to give out a big yell, and grab me around my waist. He was SO sure he was about to score. I stood up, got very close to his face (tip-toeing) and whispered, "Oh, Daddy, would you really fuck your son?" He tensed up, looking completely confused. Before he could fully realize it, I whispered, "That's right, DADDY, I'm Eric, or, I WAS!" I kissed his cheek, turned and walked out. I'll never forget the stunned look on his face. My heart was pounding in my chest. I DID it! He would have to take that in, AND wonder if I would tell Mom. It was perfect! (I also wondered what lie he would tell his friends, as I was certain he could not bear telling them who I was)

I was four or five steps out the door when Brad pulled up. He hurriedly opened his truck door, and yelled, "Wait! Melody, don't leave yet!" He rushed up, and told me he'd hoped I'd be back.

"Brad, I would love to stay longer, and explain things to you, but, maybe next time, ok? " I kissed his cheek, and got into my car, and pointed it to the highway. I smiled the whole way home, STILL trying to decide whether to tell Mom, or not. I figured, JUST MAYBE, Dad would be scared enough, that he'd straighten up. Who knows...

My life went on, the months passed quickly. Dan and I were seeing more of each other, and it was getting harder to leave him each time. The sex was unbelievable, but it was much more. He said he felt 20 years younger when I was around, and he SURE acted it. (to my pleasure) He asked if I thought I could give up my "professional" life, and settle down, and I have to admit, those thoughts occupied a lot of my time. We talked of traveling, and, even marriage.

9:15, Tuesday morning, I was meeting with James, concerning that evening's date, when my cell phone pinged. The caller ID said Metro Police Dept. James noticed the strange look on my face, and said, "take that, it may be important." He watched as my face went white, and I dropped the phone. Tears streamed down, and I collapsed in the chair. He rushed around to grab me, and hold me to him. He picked up the phone, and listened as the officer explained that They had been called to Dan's house, and found him, in his bed, apparently dead from a heart attack. My number was on his contact list, on his phone. The next few days were a blur. James and Beth did as much as they could to console me, with little result. Other than the funeral, I didn't leave my room for a week, barely ate. I'd waited too late to leave this life, and go off to a dream life with Dan.

No one mentioned work, they understood what I was going through. James went through my phone, and contacted my Mom, and, completely surprising me, she came to see me. I stayed in her Hotel suite several days, and she helped me get back to some semblance of normal. She also told me that Dad had stopped going to the bar, was staying home with her, helping around the house, and even asked how I was, if I'd been in touch. So, I guess some good came out of that visit.

Dan's lawyer called, and said I needed to come to his office, for a reading of Dan's will. I didn't want to, but he insisted. As it turns out, Dan left a lot to various charities, but he left me his home, and five million dollars. I was reluctant to accept it, but the lawyer said if I didn't, the state would just take it. I was not in a state of mind to work, so I paid my debt to James, and promised him and Beth that we'd remain friends. After all, they made me Melody, and I'd forever be grateful for that.

I spent a couple of months, traveling across Europe, and reflecting on my life. I missed home, though, and returned. STILL trying to find that something that could fill the emptiness in me. On a lark, I phoned Mom, and asked if she thought it would be ok to visit her... and Dad. I could hear her draw in a breath, and then a long pause, but she answered, saying, "Let's try it. He really seems to have mellowed, and asking about how you are is a good sign." I hung up, and packed a couple of suitcases, planning on leaving the next morning. I Did call James, to let him know I was back from overseas, and was doing better. I promised to get together with him and Beth soon.

Mom sat down with Dad, asking if he would be ok with me visiting, and, by her account, he seemed comfortable with it, maybe even anxious. So, as a precaution, booked a motel room not far from my old home. I stopped by the motel, to freshen up, and try to settle my nerves. The walk from my car, to the door to Mom and Dad's house seemed twice as long as it should have, and I was clearly shaking. Confronting Dad in a bar, was one thing, but at home? On his ground? Clearly another. I rang the doorbell and waited, looking around to see if any neighbors might be out, even though I was sure no one would recognize me, if my own Dad didn't, they still might get curious as to who this young woman was.

I stepped back a step, as the door opened, there stood Dad. He looked me up and down, and, when I didn't move, said, "Hi..., Melody, won't you come in?" I'm not sure what I expected, but his greeting caught me off guard. I couldn't speak, so I just nodded, and stepped in. We both stood there, until he leaned in, hugged me, and whispered, "I'm so sorry, Son, uh, Melody. I wasn't much of a Dad, to be so hard on you. C-can we, um, NOT mention the bar, to your Mother? I'm really sorry about that, but you helped me see how wrong I've been, these last few years.... about everything."

Tears rolled down my cheeks and I hugged him back, and Mom stepped up and hugged us both, crying, too. I felt like I'd been dropped in a Hallmark movie, where the girl gets the guy, and all is right with the world. Dad complemented me on how pretty I was, and how he had the daughter he always wanted. Mom and I both kissed him for that. I didn't leave the house for two days, and, thankfully, neither Mom or Dad asked much about what I'd been doing. I did tell Dad that the man I had planned to marry, died, and that he left me a large sum, and I wouldn't have to work, if I didn't want to. (I wasn't sure if Mom had told him)They promised to visit me, in my home, when I got settled in. I purposely waited until late afternoon, before leaving.

You probably guessed; the other reason for visiting was Brad. This might even be harder than outing myself to my parents, but I really needed to come clean to my oldest friend. After all, not only did I just disappear, but, when I DID see him, I gave him a blowjob. I could only hope he wouldn't hate me for tricking him into think I was someone else. WAIT. I AM someone else. Still, I have to clean the slate.

For the third time, I walked into that bar as Melody. Sat at the bar, ordered my drink, and the bartender raised an eyebrow, grinning. "Well, it's our mystery woman, back again. Are you a traveling salesperson? You've stirred this place up, each time. How is it that some dude hasn't put a rope on you?"

I laughed, apologized for any disturbance, and answered that I was just a traveler, and, that a "dude" had almost put his rope on me, but died, and that I was getting over it. He then apologized, and gave condolences. I told him I was looking for an old friend, and hoped he's stop in, before I left. Dad's old table of friends were there, and looked as if they were being quiet, trying to hear our conversation. Just as I ordered my second drink, (does the second drink in this bar make things happen?) Brad walked in. It seems he wasn't going to stop today, but saw my car, and wheeled in.

"Hi, there, sailor, can I buy you a drink?" I smiled at him.

"I knew that was your car! I hoped I'd see you again. I have questions."

I nodded. "I know, I have answers, probably more of them than you'll want to know." He winced at that and said, he hoped not. "Let's finish our drink, and go someplace more private, I need to confess some things. His eyes went wide, I'm sure his mind spinning over the possibilities. I winked at the bartender, thanked him, and left two twenties on the bar. "Shall we go out to your truck, Sir?" Hooking my arm around Brad's, as he stood. I walked slowly to his truck, he opened the door for me, then, went to his side and climbed in.

I took a deep breath, and said, "This is hard, and you may hate me.." (he tried to speak, but I put my finger to his lips), "please, I need to get this out, before I chicken out. You know me, or, you think you do, as Melody. I... haven't always been Melody. I was... someone else. (watching his eyes dart back and forth) We... (swallowing hard) knew each other... um, really well (completely puzzled look as he's trying to figure out how ). Brad, you are, um... were, my best friend, ever. (His mouth drops open) Brad, I'm, I mean, I was.... Eric."

He looks in complete disbelief, but his eyes study my face, for any recognition. "No, no! You CAN'T be!" I put my hand on his.

I'm sorry, but I can, and am. I'm sorry I tricked you. You can hate me, but I had to set things right. It took a long time, but I finally mended things with my parents, and you were the only other person that I cared enough for to share this with. I won't go into why, or how, this happened, but I am happy with myself. For the first time, I'm comfortable with who I am. I... don't expect you to understand it, and it's ok if you don't, but, I'm giving you my card, with my phone number, if you ever forgive me, and want to talk." I started to open the truck door, but he grabbed my arm.

"Oh, no, you don't! You keep walking out of my life. I FELT something, that was deeper than a chance meeting, but couldn't figure out what it was. I KNEW you, but didn't know I knew you. I kept wondering HOW I could love a woman I'd barely met. Dammit. You AREN'T walking away so easily, this time. You don't have to explain everything, if you don't want to, but at least tell me this. WHY did you seduce me? I mean, we were best buds, and now you are this babe who has everyone talking, and you picked ME to seduce?"

"I'm sorry for that... well, maybe, but, when I saw you again, it was so different. I mean, I knew you, all your qualities, and everything, but, for the first time, I saw you from a woman's eyes. It was wrong, but, I HAD to have you. I didn't think about how wrong it was, until later. So, this is me, trying to atone for my actions. D-does this mean, you don't hate me?" Here come the tears, and he leans in to wipe them away.

"I'm not sure I could ever hate you, no matter what you look like. And, yeah, it's weird as fuck, but, I want... no, need, to know you, THIS You. You are all I've thought about. I can't just stop that, because I know... about... who you used to be. DAMN, I STILL can't believe you are the same person. Oh... but, like you said, you AREN'T the same. You are, but, SO much more."

Ok, as the credits roll up, the Hallmark movie has them kissing, as no one is heartbroken, as it is in real life. I know this one had no sex in it, but I thought it should have a proper ending. Critics, do your worst, we can't all be prize winning authors. Thanks for reading my stories!