by Marci Wilcox
"From the way things are going with Dane you might not get a chance. I hope you know what you're doing."
"Now don't spoil my fun. I'm having way too much fun with him."
The music was intoxicating and soon they were all moving to the steady beat. Heather couldn't believe the way Dane was grinding his groin on Samira. It was like he was trying to screw her through her dress. She kept her back to him so that he was humping her ass.
Suddenly, Heather found herself surrounded by three guys. They rubbed their bodies against hers. She could feel three erections at once. She tried to move away but they blocked her from leaving. They grabbed her waist and her hips as they sandwiched her in. She wanted to get away but she was trapped. She couldn't scream for help; the music was too loud.
Chuck muscled his way into the circle and pushed the three guys away from Heather.
"Hey, go find your own girl," one of them said.
"This is my girl," Chuck said. "Back the fuck off."
"Is that right, honey? Are you his girl?"
Heather fought back tears of relief.
"Yes," she said. "I'm his girl."
Chuck put his arm around Heather's shoulder and led her off the dance floor. He found an empty table and flagged down a waitress. He ordered cold water. The waitress brought them two bottles of water. Heather twisted the cap off hers and swallowed a mouthful. She didn't realize how thirsty she was and downed half the bottle. Chuck sipped his more slowly.
"Thank you," Heather said. "You rescued me."
"It happened to me once when I was still a woman," Chuck said. "Most of the guys who come here just want to dance with a girl and have a good time, but then jerks like those guys cross the line."
The overwhelming attraction that Heather felt the first time she saw Chuck came back. Something about him made her feel relaxed. She wanted to hate him, but didn't actually know for certain that he had betrayed her.
"Where's the rest of our group?" Heather said.
"I think Samira and Dane left together," Chuck said. "And Julie hooked up with a guy she knows. He's one of her fuck buddies so she might be going home with him tonight."
"What's the deal with you two? Do you have an open relationship?"
Chuck laughed. He had a nice laugh and when he laughed she could really see his dimples.
"We're not dating," Chuck said. " Changing gender didn't change our friendship. We like to hang out together."
"Just like me and Candi and Samira," Heather said.
Chuck leaned forward. She liked the smell of his cologne.
"Would you like to go somewhere where we can talk?" he said.
"Yes, I would. Where do you have in mind?"
"My apartment." Chuck held up his hands. "I know what you're thinking, but it would just be coffee and conversation. I promise. And I make really good coffee."
Heather narrowed her eyes at him.
"I don't know. Is your coffee really that good?"
"Seattle's best. And I think I have some pound cake."
"You said the magic word. Pound cake. Let's go."
Chapter Thirteen
Samira had the limo driver drop them off in front of the Trinity Nightclub. There was a line at the door with a bouncer deciding who got in and who didn't. The women were about to go stand at the end of the line when the bouncer waved them over. He looked them over and nodded for them to enter the club.
"That was easy," Candi said.
"Really?" Heather said. "I mean look at us. He'd have to be blind to not let us in."
Heather wore a black faux leather V neck dress. Candi wore a gold crossover front metallic dress. Both dresses were skintight. Samira wore a sleeveless neon coral dress. Heather marveled at how Samira had managed to create the illusion that she had breasts, small breasts, but breasts all the same. Heather had seen Samira's penis on many occasions. Even though Heather had seen her do it, she still didn't understand how Samira managed to tuck that snake away to where there was no sign of it while wearing a skintight dress.
They could feel the music thumping in their bones as they made their way toward the bar. The place was huge and dark as cave. Multi-colored laser lights pulsated over the crowd. A DJ was on a stage at the far end of the room. The dance floor was packed.
They squeezed through barrier of people around the bar. Everyone was trying to get the bartender's attention, but one of them came to them immediately. They gave him their drink orders. When he returned, Heather held out some bills to pay, but he waved them away.
"Your drinks were paid for before you even got to the bar," the bartender said.
He nodded at two men on the other side of the bar. They were in their late twenties with expensive haircuts wearing sport coats, dress shirts, and pressed jeans. They saluted the women with their drinks. The women saluted back.
"Certainly, they know that these drinks didn't buy them a damn thing," Candi said.
"They're cute," Samira said. "For that, I will let them talk to me. Unless they bore me."
"And if they bore you?" Heather said.
"Then I will see how well they dance."
The two guys worked their way over to the women. They're names were Tobey and Cody. Their jobs had something to do with marketing. Samira told them she wanted to dance. She danced with Tobey and Candi danced with Cody. Heather waited for them at the bar.
She finished her drink and was about to order another when someone nudged her shoulder.
"You sure you want to do that? Too much drinking leads to bad decisions."
Heather turned to the speaker. To her surprise, it was Dane Braddock in a black T-shirt and faded jeans.
"Oh my God," Heather said. "You're the last person I expected to see here."
"I'm equally surprised to see you here. But here we are."
"Yes. Here we are."
There was an awkward silence between them. Finally, Dane spoke.
"I have to say, you clean up pretty good. I mean, that is one hell of an outfit."
Feeling overexposed, Heather crossed her arms over her breasts.
"Thank you."
He leaned close to her.
"I would say I'm sorry for what happened last week, but I'm not sorry. Maybe we moved too fast and that scared you. I understand. But, you can't deny that there's something between us."
Heather waved to the bartender and held up her empty glass. He nodded.
"I'd rather not go into it right now, Dane," she said.
She had enough to worry about without Dane trying to start a relationship with her. He was a co-worker, which made it impossible to avoid him completely.
As she tried to think of a way to deal with Dane, she spotted a larger potential problem headed her way. Samira and Candi were returning from the dance floor. They must have left Tobey and Cody behind because they were on their own.
How was Dane going to react when he saw Samir dressed as a woman? Heather was prepared to kick Dane in the balls if he said something terrible to Samira.
Samira and Candi squeezed in next to Heather.
"Dane!" Candi said. "Didn't expect to see you here."
"Heather said the same thing," Dane said. He stared at Samira. "Aren't you going to introduce me to your friend?"
Samira held out her hand.
"I'm Samira," she said. "I am Prince Samir's cousin. Please don't tell him you saw me. I'm not supposed to go out without a male member of my family as my escort." She looked around as if searching for spies. "But, I convinced Heather and Candi to sneak me out tonight. They even let me borrow their clothes."
Dane took Samira's hand and kissed it.
"I swear on my mother's grave," he said, "I won't tell a soul. Your secret is safe with me."
"Wonderful. Would you like to buy me a drink?"
"I would love to."
Dane bought Samira a drink and the two of them moved to a table so they could talk alone.
"Why do I get the feeling this is going to end badly?" Candi said.
/> "Maybe not," Heather said. "At least, Dane has forgotten about me."
"Yeah, but what is he going to do when he finds out that Samira has a penis?"
"Hopefully, Samira won't let it get that far."
Heather and Candi took their drinks to a quiet corner.
"You know, there are times when I miss Bimbo Candi," Candi said.
Heather put her hand on Candi's shoulder.
"Don't say that," Heather said. "Being under hypnosis is like being in prison in your own body."
"But then I wouldn't have to worry about Tracy or Alex. Or David Alcott. I would be somebody's mindless sex puppet."
Heather pulled Candi to her and hugged her.
"Life isn't fair," she said.
Candi broke the embrace.
"I love you, Heather," she said.
"I love you, Candi. Promise me you won't leave me."
"Okay, but you have to promise you won't leave me."
"Never."
"Good. Because I'm going to leave now."
Heather playfully punched Candi's shoulder.
"You just promised me," Heather said.
"I'm just going home," Candi said. "I can't get into this scene. I'll get Uber to take me back to the apartment. Tell Samira good night for me and I'll see you guys tomorrow."
Candi walked away. Heather looked over at Samira and Dane. They were deep in conversation. Heather didn't want to be a third wheel, but she didn't want to leave Samira on her own. She settled for watching them from across the room.
A couple walked over to their table and began to talk to them. Heather recognized them. It was Chuck Rosewood and a woman who worked in the research department at TGI. Her name was Julie something, Heather couldn't remember her last name. She was Charlene's best friend. Chuck had his arm around Julie's waist so maybe their relationship had entered a new phase.
Samira looked over at Heather and motioned for her to join them. Heather hesitated. Her feelings about Chuck were still very raw. But she didn't want him to suspect anything. That could ruin her plan to get her company back.
Heather joined the others. Chuck introduced her to Julie.
"Chuck was just telling us how he and Julie have been coming to this club to dance for years," Samira said.
"I didn't know you liked to dance," Heather said.
Confusion filled Chuck's face.
"How would you know that?" Samira said. "You just met the man."
Everyone laughed. Heather's face burned with embarrassment.
"Of course," she said. "I couldn't possibly know that."
"Well, I also like to dance," Julie said. "Who wants to join me on the dance floor?"
"Let's all go," Samira said. "I'm sure once the boys see Heather is dancing solo, they'll make sure she isn't lonely out there."
As they made their way to the dance floor, Samira pulled Heather aside.
"Where's Candi?" she said.
"She didn't feel well so she went home," Heather said.
"I'll call her when I get a chance."
"From the way things are going with Dane you might not get a chance. I hope you know what you're doing."
"Now don't spoil my fun. I'm having way too much fun with him."
The music was intoxicating and soon they were all moving to the steady beat. Heather couldn't believe the way Dane was grinding his groin on Samira. It was like he was trying to screw her through her dress. She kept her back to him so that he was humping her ass.
Suddenly, Heather found herself surrounded by three guys. They rubbed their bodies against hers. She could feel three erections at once. She tried to move away but they blocked her from leaving. They grabbed her waist and her hips as they sandwiched her in. She wanted to get away but she was trapped. She couldn't scream for help; the music was too loud.
Chuck muscled his way into the circle and pushed the three guys away from Heather.
"Hey, go find your own girl," one of them said.
"This is my girl," Chuck said. "Back the fuck off."
"Is that right, honey? Are you his girl?"
Heather fought back tears of relief.
"Yes," she said. "I'm his girl."
Chuck put his arm around Heather's shoulder and led her off the dance floor. He found an empty table and flagged down a waitress. He ordered cold water. The waitress brought them two bottles of water. Heather twisted the cap off hers and swallowed a mouthful. She didn't realize how thirsty she was and downed half the bottle. Chuck sipped his more slowly.
"Thank you," Heather said. "You rescued me."
"It happened to me once when I was still a woman," Chuck said. "Most of the guys who come here just want to dance with a girl and have a good time, but then jerks like those guys cross the line."
The overwhelming attraction that Heather felt the first time she saw Chuck came back. Something about him made her feel relaxed. She wanted to hate him, but didn't actually know for certain that he had betrayed her.
"Where's the rest of our group?" Heather said.
"I think Samira and Dane left together," Chuck said. "And Julie hooked up with a guy she knows. He's one of her fuck buddies so she might be going home with him tonight."
"What's the deal with you two? Do you have an open relationship?"
Chuck laughed. He had a nice laugh and when he laughed she could really see his dimples.
"We're not dating," Chuck said. " Changing gender didn't change our friendship. We like to hang out together."
"Just like me and Candi and Samira," Heather said.
Chuck leaned forward. She liked the smell of his cologne.
"Would you like to go somewhere where we can talk?" he said.
"Yes, I would. Where do you have in mind?"
"My apartment." Chuck held up his hands. "I know what you're thinking, but it would just be coffee and conversation. I promise. And I make really good coffee."
Heather narrowed her eyes at him.
"I don't know. Is your coffee really that good?"
"Seattle's best. And I think I have some pound cake."
"You said the magic word. Pound cake. Let's go."
Chapter Fifteen
The first thing Candi did when she got to her apartment was take off her shoes. She hated high heels. High heels equaled sore feet and back aches. She tossed them across the room and rubbed her toes.
She went into the bathroom and sat on the toilet to pee. The line at the club had been really long so she decided to wait until she got home. She'd been holding it for a while. As she emptied her bladder, she closed her eyes. She was so tired. She thought about her conversation with Heather. Maybe she would be better off as Bimbo Candi. She wouldn't have to suffer the heartbreak that would surely come when she told her family about her transformation.
When she was done peeing, she felt like a new woman. She wiped herself and washed her hands in the sink. She looked at herself in the mirror and giggled.
"I haven't seen you in a long time," she said.
She pressed her breasts and looked at her profile. She swung her hips as she went to her bedroom closet. She took down a box on the back shelf. Inside was a pink mini dress, a pair of pink panties, a pink bra, and a make-up kit with pink lipstick and pink eyeshadow. She had pink nail polish, but didn't want to spend the time on it.
She stripped out of her clothes and put on the panties and the mini dress. She left the bra in the box. She went into the bathroom, washed off the make-up that Samira had picked out for her and put on the pink lipstick and eyeshadow. As she did her face, she sang softly a song she made up.
"Bimbo Candi to the rescue. Bimbo Candi to the res-as-cue."
When she was done, she looked herself over in the mirror. She jiggled her breasts and grinned. She put on a pair of sandals. She put her phone, wallet, condoms, and her keys in a pink purse.
Candi left her apartment and drove to Tracy's neighborhood. She parked half a block from Tracy's house and walked the rest of the way. She crept up to the window and pee
red inside. Tracy and Alex were in the living room. He was watching TV and Tracy was looking at her laptop computer. Candi went back to her car and drove past the house three doors down to Jim Beer's house. She parked her car in his driveway next to his red truck.
Jim Beers was lifting weights in his garage. The clank of the weights banging against each other echoed off the garage walls. He stopped when Candi's headlights blinded him. He wore a sleeveless T-shirt, a pair of gym shorts, and tennis shoes. A box fan was pointed toward the weight bench and added a slight breeze. Jim grabbed a towel off the floor and wiped away some of his sweat.
"Can I help you?" he called out.
Candi got out of the car and sashayed over to Jim. She stopped at the edge of the garage and put her hand on hip.
"Are you Jim Beers?" she said.
Jim stared at her with his mouth open.
"Excuse me, sir. Are you Jim Beers?"
"Yeah," he said. "That's me. I'm Jim Beers."
Candi walked closer to Jim. The box fan lifted the hem of her mini dress just enough to give Jim a glimpse of her pink panties.
"I'm from the Dreams Come True Escort Service," Candi said. "I'll be your escort this evening."
Jim looked around as if he expected a TV crew to jump out of the bushes.
"I didn't order an escort," he said.
"This is the right address and your name is Jim Beers."
"Look. If I had ordered an escort you would definitely be the girl I would have asked for, but I didn't order an escort. And to be completely honest, I can't afford an escort. I can barely afford my ex-wife's alimony payments."
Candi arched her back to push her breasts forward. She giggled which made her breasts jiggle.
"Don't worry," she said. "I've already been paid for."
Again, Jim checked for a possible film crew to pop out of his bushes.
"Who the hell bought me an escort?"
"I don't know. You could call the agency, but they wouldn't tell you. That's confidential information."
"What's your name?"
"Candi."
"Of course, it is. Candi, this doesn't make a lick of sense."
"It seems to be you don't want me here."
"It's not that, it's just this is so fucking crazy."