The Gemini
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The images faded, and I drifted slowly into consciousness. I was in Janice's office; that much I recognized. But I felt - different, somehow. I was lying on the padded leather couch; Janice was seated in a chair next to me. She gazed down on me with a bemused smile, giving me the once-over from head to toe, and nodding approvingly.
"Good afternoon, Richard. I wanted to take this opportunity to speak with you before you leave us. I must say, you turned out to be my finest work yet - even better than Jade. Why don't you go look in the mirror and see for yourself?"
It was as if I had just received a commandment from God. I HAD to go look at myself. I swung my legs over gracefully(?) and stood, then strutted sensually towards the full-length looking glass, as though I had been doing it all my life. I was stunned to see the gorgeous blonde of my dreams strutting towards me! She was poured into a skin- tight red pucker-knit tank dress. Her impossibly-big breasts threatened to spill out over the deeply-scooped neckline. Her handspan waist was set off by a tightly-cinched, wide black patent leather belt, and segued into full, rounded hips which undulated sensually from side to side. Her long, shapely legs were sheathed in whisper-sheer black stockings, ending in black patent leather pumps with five-inch stiletto heels.
Her hair was coiffed in the fullest, fluffiest, waviest Prime Time Hair 'do I had ever seen, cascading softly around her shoulders and down her back. Her lovely face, with its high, prominent cheekbones and full, plush, kissable lips, was made up in an outrageously overstated way, her azure eyes heavy with eye shadows and liner, the blackest, furriest lashes this side of a Las Vegas showgirl's, smoldering rose blush, a deep red lipstick over-coated with shiny gloss.
The overwhelming - and unmistakable - effect was that she was a whore on the make. I was stunned to realize that she was ME! I slowly raised my hands to my moist, crimson lips and was stunned again to see my fingertips adorned with one-and-one-half-inch, square-cut crimson fingernails. I pivotted expertly on my toes, looked at Janice uncomprehendingly, and started to speak.
"Janice, what has happened to me? What have you do...."
The import of my words stunned me. My voice! What happened to it? This wasn't my voice; this was soft, high, melodic - a woman's voice!
"Come over here, Richard. Stand before me and strike a pose."
My body moved on its own, as if it were on auto-pilot. I glided gracefully toward her, heel-toe, heel-toe, hips swishing back and forth. I stopped before her, feet together, left knee flexed slightly. My right hand rested softly on my outthrust right hip, and my left hand hung gracefully at my side. I parted my lips slightly and ran my tongue around them. I had no idea how or why I did the things I was doing, and was powerless to stop.
"Hot, Sweetie; verry Hot. What has happened to you? I should think that was obvious. You may recall that first morning in the clinic, when I promised you would experience my work first-hand? Well, I kept my promise, and you can see the results. You are now a woman, the most beautiful, sexy woman I have ever created. You turned out even better than Jade.
Normally, the entire process takes a couple of years; screening, counseling, hormone therapy, cosmetic surgery, right up to the blessed event itself - the sex change. I really pulled out all the stops for you, Honey; we did it all in three months! With breast and hip implants, liposuctioning, fat injection, and constant corseting, you now measure a fantastic 40-22-36. You're a DD-cup now, Sweetie!
We altered your face to make you even more beautiful than you were before. We altered your voice surgically too, so it is as soft, melodic and feminine as the rest of you. Hormone therapy has made you very sensitive in your nipples and new clitoris. You are truly multi-orgasmic now. I know; I have watched you.
Dr. Collins did her best work ever; I defy anyone to tell that your pussy was once a cock. With the hormones and special medication you will be on, you will even have a period once a month, just like every woman!
"But I look like a whore! How could you turn your husband into a hooker? What will we tell everyone; our friends, the guys at work?"
"I was coming to that! Do you remember the rest of what I said? That I was divorcing you because of your infidelity, and if you wanted to be a slut, I would arrange it? Well, I have done just that. 'Richard' has been gone three months now - disappeared without a trace - so I had my attorney draw up a bill of divorcement, charging him with desertion. Since you weren't - available for comment, shall we say? - it went through as 'uncontested'. The final decree was signed in court this morning. I got the house, the bank accounts, the stock portfolio, the personal property - everything! I just HAD to bring you out of sedation to tell you the good news.
As it happens, the timing was perfect. I have been fulfilling the other part of my pledge to you, too. Since we created a nice, new body for you, I thought it was appropriate to create a nice, new personality and a whole new lifestyle to go with it; something more suitable to your trampish proclivities. You have been undergoing an intense daily regimen of hypnotherapy for the last three months, during which I crafted the 'new you'.
Your name is now 'Amber', and you look like a whore because you ARE a whore. You love making yourself up like a slut, wearing only the sexiest, most revealing clothes to flaunt your body, and slipping on the highest spike heels you can find. You also adore the tight, confining feel of being corseted. You told me it makes you look and feel 'extra-special sexy'. It also relieves the stress on your back, caused by those big tits and outrageously high heels.
You are beautiful, sexy, not too bright - kind of a bimbo, really - and you LOVE to fuck! In fact, you cannot get enough - the more you have, the more you want. The sight of a good-looking stud makes you ooze, and you practically rape any guy who comes on to you. You have been in 'training' for the past month on some of the male members of my staff. Once I introduced you to them and informed them that you were 'available', I had no trouble finding volunteers.
I must say, you have become very, very good at your work. The boys have all given you rave reviews. Perhaps you remember some of them; you humped them shamelessly in some of the most public places imaginable. I loved turning you into a brazen slut, then watching you fuck them with total abandon. You are now exactly the kind of woman you were dying to get your dick into before. After you leave here this afternoon, you will go uptown to get acquainted with your new 'home'. You don't have a place to stay yet, but I'm sure a girl who looks as good as you won't have any trouble getting an offer.
After you get 'settled in', you can go back to the storage locker I rented for you - you'll find the address and key in your purse - and pick up the rest of your new wardrobe. I had a ball shopping for you. I picked out the sleaziest dresses, tops, skirts, and spike heels I could find - the kind of clothes I have always fantasized about wearing, but wouldn't be caught dead in. You, on the other hand, wouldn't dream of wearing anything else. After all, you are a 'working girl' now and Tush Street is your new 'office'!
Which reminds me; I even obtained control of your seat on the Exchange through my Power of Attorney - which you thoughtfully gave me while you were under hypnosis - and I am renting it out. That will be a nice additional source of income for me, and you won't be needing it anymore, anyway. Even if you went back there, you wouldn't remember any of it, no one would believe you were 'Richard', and 'Amber' wouldn't have a clue how it all works. She could only make money there by humping every man in sight - and probably would!
So you see, Richard, you really have no choice. You saw yourself in the mirror. 'Richard' doesn't exist anymore; you are 'Amber' now. You can't go back; you can only go forward. To be honest, I like you much better this way."
"But I don't feel like Amber. I'm still me. Richard."
"Not for long, Sweetheart. I have conditioned you with a couple of post-hypnotic suggestions - command phrases, really. When I speak one of them, 'Richard' goes away, and 'Amber' takes over. She has no memories of 'Richard' or the life he led. She remembers only her own life - her unhappy childhood as a boy, the joy of becoming a woman, and her career as a hooker. She loves her work; it is all she knows, and all she wants.
When I speak the other command phrase, 'Amber' goes sleepy-pie and 'Richard' comes back, with full memory of everything 'Amber' has done. Amber is one of my 'girls' and is thrilled that she has someone to talk to 'girl to girl', who understands her in a non-judgmental way. Amber and I have gotten to be quite good friends, actually. I envy her in a way. She is doing things, experiencing things that I can only dream of doing. She has an appointment with me every week for counseling, hormones, her special medication - and to fill me in on all the juicy details of her life during the previous seven days. I may bring 'Richard' out from time to time to see how you are enjoying your new 'lifestyle'.
Well, so much for the background. Are you ready to begin your new life - Sugar?"
"Wait! What about..."
"Check your makeup, Amber."
"What? Oh, sorry, Janice. I must have spaced out for a second. I swear, I am such an airhead sometimes. Am I late?"
"No, Honey, you are right on time. Make yourself comfortable on the couch and tell me all about your plans for your new life. I'm so excited for you!"
I parked my bod on her comfy couch, just like every day for the past couple of months. It's kind of a shame we will only be seeing each other once a week now.
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Keywords: Gemini, The,