by Marci Wilcox
Samir grinned. He went to a dressing room. Heather joined Chuck at the machine. They turned it on and adjusted the delicate controls. They made sure the hypnotic device was disabled.
Samir came in wearing only a gown. Heather helped him recline inside the padded tube. She made sure the machine was properly monitoring his vital signs.
"Are you sure you remember how to operate this thing?" Samir said.
"If I run into any trouble, I'll ask Chuck for help," Heather said.
"It looks like a cocoon."
"Chuck says a lot of people have said that. They come out feeling like butterflies."
"I can't believe this is finally happening."
Heather put her hand on her chest.
"I just thought of something. I could adjust the machine to manipulate the kind of body you get. Jarod did it when I was in the machine. That's how I ended up this Playboy body. If he had just changed my gender, I would have looked a lot more normal."
"Don't adjust a thing," Samir said. "I want to be the female version of Samir, whatever that is. I don't care if I have a flat chest, a flabby butt, and a unibrow. As long as I have a real vagina."
Heather leaned down and kissed Samir's forehead. She lowered the lid of the tube and rejoined Chuck at the controls. Chuck stood by and let Heather conduct the procedure. He didn't need to help her once. She operated the machine flawlessly. When it was done, they went over to the tube and lifted the lid. They examined her. Her vitals were normal.
Samira opened her eyes.
"Are we done?" she said. Her voice was still deep, but more noticeably feminine.
"Yes," Heather said. "I should have warned you that the procedure puts you to sleep."
"We normally do a complete physical after a procedure," Chuck said. "We have examination rooms on the next floor."
They insisted she sit in a wheelchair. They wheeled to the elevator and down the hall to an exam room. Chuck took a blood sample and put it aside. He would do the lab work himself later. He gave her a standard medical exam.
"Everything looks good," he said.
"But I need to see me," Samira said. She grabbed the front of her gown. "I want to take this off and see."
"There's a full-length mirror right there," Chuck said. "Take a look."
Heather helped Samira take off the gown. Chuck warned her that her body weight was distributed differently now and she might have trouble walking until she adjusted. She wobbled over to the mirror and gazed at herself.
Tears filled her eyes.
"I'm beautiful," she said.
"I agree," Heather said. "This is the real Samira. And she's stunning."
Samira's breasts were medium size and perky with dark brown nipples. Her skin was golden brown. Her black hair was wavy. She had full lips, a regal nose, and large brown eyes. For a thin woman, she had full hips and a rounded bottom. Her legs were slender. Her pubic hair was a mass of dark curls. She ran her fingers through the curls and pushed them aside.
"Look at my pussy," Samira said. "Is that not the most beautiful thing you've ever seen?"
"That's a mighty fine looking pussy," Heather said.
"I can't wait to try it out."
It was after 2:00AM when two women and a man left Tile Genomics, Inc.
Chapter Twenty-One
Dane entered the Samir's office.
"Your secretary called and said you wanted to see me?" Dane said. He stopped and stared at the person sitting in Samir's chair. "Samira? Does Samir know you're here?"
She was wearing a coral dress suit and black high heels. Her long hair was held back with a gold brooch and she wore diamond earrings.
"Would you please close the door, Dane?" she said. "There's something we need to discuss privately."
Dane closed the door and sat in the visitor's chair.
"Okay," he said. "What the heck is going on?"
"I will make a formal announcement to the company soon, but I felt you deserved to hear it from me. Prince Samir will no longer be running Braddock Insurance and Sultan Insurance. I am now the official owner."
"What happened to Samir? Did he go back to Dubai?"
Samira stood, walked around her desk, and leaned against it.
"No. Prince Samir is no more. Once his family learns of his fate, then they will shut down his family bank accounts. But don't worry. It won't affect our business. In fact, I made sure to transfer the bulk of my holdings to American banks."
Dane rubbed his chin.
"You must think I'm thick in the head," he said. "And you wouldn't be wrong. I'm just now starting to put this together. You're Prince Samir."
"I was Prince Samir. A few days ago, I went to TGI and had my gender changed."
"A few days ago. Was this before or after our time together in the back of the limo?"
Samira grimaced.
"Before. I have always considered myself a woman, but when I gave you that blowjob, I still had a penis. In fact, it was my very first blowjob."
"Pretty fucking good for a beginner."
"And I can only get better so think about that."
Dane sank down in his chair.
"I got a blowjob from a dude," he said. "I need a moment to let that sink in."
Samira crossed her arms.
"I understand. That's why I wanted to meet with you alone. I hope you can forgive me for deceiving you."
"It was an incredible blowjob."
"I think we already established that I'm a good cocksucker."
"And I had a great time dancing with you. As far as I was concerned, I spent a wonderful night with a beautiful woman. I don't know what they did to you in that machine, but you're ten times more beautiful now."
Samira blushed and patted her hair.
"Thank you."
"You were a woman then and you're a woman now. I don't see where there's a problem."
Samira kneeled next to Dane's chair.
"Really? I was worried you'd never want to speak to me again."
"Will you have dinner with me?"
"I would love to."
"Do you remember what I said when I was getting out of the limo?"
Samira grinned.
"You said someday you wanted to return the favor for what I did in the limo."
"I'd like to do that right now?"
Samira stood and looked around.
"Now? Here?"
"Why not?" Dane said. "They can't fire us. We run this company."
He reached under her dress and pulled her panties down. He had her put her hand on his shoulder so she could step out of them. He led her to the other side of the desk and lifted her onto it. He sat in her chair and pushed her skirt back. She leaned back and rested her hands on the desk.
She was about to say that maybe they shouldn't do this now. Maybe they should go back to her apartment instead. But then, he put his mouth on her pussy and swirled his tongue around her outer lips. It was her first experience as a woman. She hadn't even tried to play with herself. She was glad she waited because the feeling was amazing.
The man knew how to eat pussy. His tongue teased her and teased her some more. He dipped his finger in and applied just the right amount of pressure. Samira writhed and moaned. The first orgasm rippled through her and left her begging him not to stop. He didn't.
She didn't know how he managed to stay down there for so long. After her seventh orgasm, she pushed him away. She couldn't take anymore. At least, not today.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Candi parked her Subaru Forester on a side street and walked over to Lawton Elementary School. The mothers she used to chat with now avoided her. They figured out that she didn't really have a daughter. They wondered what kind of person made up stories like that and it didn't make any difference because they didn't want to have anything to do with a person like that. Candi didn't give a shit about them. She was here to pick up her son.
Her cellphone rang.
"Hey, Heather," Candi said. "Where are you?"
> "I'm walking home," Heather said. "Are you picking up Alex?"
"Yeah. I'm taking him to soccer practice. After that, I'm making his favorite for dinner."
"That's right. It's Thursday. Taco night. You've become such a mom."
Candi shrugged.
"I like being a mom. Or a maddy. It's all the same thing."
The school bell rang, the doors opened, and happy, screaming children erupted from the building. Despite the sea of kids, Candi was able to spot Alex. She waved at him. He grinned and waved back.
"We still can't find him," Heather said.
Candi knew she meant Jarod Blackwell. After Chuck gave Candi unlimited access to TGI's internal files, she discovered that Jarod had kept track of the people he had turned into "product endorsers." Better known as mindless sex slaves. More digging led to the clients who bought the product endorsers. Candi and Heather had enough evidence to put Jarod away for a long time.
But he must have figured out they were on to him because he disappeared. He wasn't at his Seattle apartment or his Portland mansion. They couldn't find any record of him leaving the country.
"He'll turn up sooner or later," Candi said. "And when he does, we'll be waiting for him."
Alex run to Candi and wrapped his arms around his legs almost toppling her over. She laughed and mussed his hair.
"Hey, tell Alex I said hello," Heather said.
"Heather says hello," Candi said.
"Hello, Heather," shouted Alex.
"I have to go," Candi said. "I'll call you later."
"Bye. Enjoy your tacos."
Candi hung up.
Chapter Twenty-Three
Heather put her phone in her purse. She entered her apartment building and checked her mailbox. All she had was junk mail which she tossed in the lobby trash can.
Samira was going straight from work to dinner with Dane, Chuck was working late, and it was Taco Thursday at Candi's house. That meant Heather would be by herself tonight. She didn't mind. She enjoyed solitude every once in a while.
She took the elevator to her floor. She opened the door to her apartment, tossed her keys into a bowl by the door, and turned on the living room light.
And then she froze. Her face paled.
Jarod Blackwell was sitting on her couch.
"Hi, honey," he said. "Did you miss me?"
"How the hell did you get into my apartment?" Heather said.
"I told the landlord I was your brother and I was in town for a surprise visit. He let me in. Didn't even ask me for an I.D."
"We have enough evidence to put you away, Jarod. If you had any sense you'd start running and never stop."
Jarod stood and sauntered over to Heather. She backed up until she was against the wall. It dawned on her that he might be insane enough to kill her.
"I don't need to run away," Jarod said. "You're going to help me. You're going to tell everyone that it was Chuck's idea to enslave our cash strapped clients. That he was the one who sold the mindless sex slaves to the human traffickers. And then you're going to tell everyone that you love me and that's why you became a woman. To please me."
"Whatever you're smoking, I want some," Heather said. "I would never say those things."
"Maybe you wouldn't. But Bimbo Heather would. I just have to say the magic word and you'll be under hypnosis again."
Heather felt a chill run down her spine.
"You wouldn't dare!" she said.
"Kummerspeck!"
Heather closed her eyes and swayed from side to side. She opened her eyes and smiled at Jarod.
"Jarod!" she said. "I'm so happy to see you."
"It's been too long," Jarod said. "Did you miss me?"
"Yes, master."
"That's my girl."
Chapter Twenty-Four
Heather answered the door wearing only a blue football jersey and a pair of pink panties. She smiled brightly at the tall black man.
"Hey, Keith," she said. "Come on in."
Heather's jersey wasn't quite long enough to completely cover her panties. Keith admired her cute ass and strong smooth legs as she led the way to the living room where Jarod and two black men lounged on couches in front of a wide screen television.
"You want a beer?" Jarod asked.
"Yeah, that would be great," Keith said.
"Honey, get Keith a beer."
"Okay, Jarod," Heather said. "Anybody need a refill?"
The black men raised their hands. Heather hurried to the kitchen to get their beers. Keith found an open spot on a couch and settled in. The football game was just beginning and the men argued over which team had the best chance of winning.
"Are you sure this is cool?" Keith said. "The last time you hired us to gangbang your girl, she freaked out. I don't want to do it if she's not into it."
"Don't worry," Jarod said. "She's going to love it."
During the game, the men kept Heather busy bringing them beer and snack food. Whenever she bent over to put a plate of nachos on the coffee table, her jersey hiked up to reveal her panties. She wasn't wearing a bra, so one of the guys often got a quick glimpse of her large breasts through the top of her shirt.
When the game got to half time, Jarod turned off the TV and turned on the stereo. Bass heavy R&B filled the room. He had the men move the furniture so there was an open space in front of the couches.
Jarod picked up the video camera he had sitting on the shelf and went into the kitchen. Heather was doing the dishes.
"Heather," Jarod said.
She dried her hands and faced him.
"Yes, dear?"
"It's time for the half time show."
Heather giggled.
"Okeydokey. Will you be videotaping us?"
"You bet." He turned on the camera and pointed at her. "But before the fun begins, I want you to say some things into the camera and I'll edit them later."
"Okeydokey. What do you want me to say?"
"I want you to say that Chuck Rosewood is responsible for turning TGI clients into sex slaves and selling them to human traffickers. Then I want you to say that you gave me TGI because you love me and that Chuck Rosewood has been spreading lies about me because he's jealous of our love."
"Let me make sure I get this right. You want me to say those things even though the opposite it true? You turned TGI clients into sex slaves and sold them to people like Malik Nasser. And you had me sign the company over to you after you had me hypnotized."
"Yes. All that's true. But you're going to say what I fucking tell you to say. Understand?"
"Okeydokey."
"You know before you do, I want you to give me a fucking blowjob. Get on your knees right now and give your master a blowjob."
"Okeydokey. But there's something I have to do first."
Heather slammed her knee into Jarod's balls. He moaned and sank to the floor. She took the camera out of his hand, rewound the tape and listened to the video he had just recorded.
She went into the living room.
"Excuse me, gentlemen," she said. "May I use your belts?"
The men looked at each other, shrugged, and took off their belts. Heather took their belts into the kitchen and used them to bind Jarod's wrists and ankles. He was in too much pain to resist.
Heather returned to the living room.
"Gentlemen, I'm afraid the half time show has been cancelled."
Keith held up his hand.
"Yes, Keith."
"I just have one question," he said. "Jarod already paid us to perform. Do we have to give the money back?"
"Absolutely not," Heather said. "This was a pay or play situation. Consider the money you received as payment for your belts."
"Can we leave now?"
"Would you?"
The three men filed out of the house. Heather went to the kitchen. Jarod was trying to get free and having no success. Heather opened a cabinet and took out her purse. She fished her phone out of the purse and dialed a number. After two rings, Chuck Rosew
ood answered.
"Are you okay?" he asked.
"I'm fine," Heather said. "He did just what he thought he would do. It was way too easy to get him to confess on tape. Come get me. I can't wait to get out of here."
Heather hung up the phone and put it back in her purse. She took a straight back chair from the breakfast nook and placed it close to Jarod's body. She sat and stared down at him.
"Kummerspeck?" Heather said. "I looked it up. It's German for grief bacon. How did you come up with these words? I admit you chose them well. They aren't the kind of words people say in everyday conversation so there wasn't much chance of someone saying them around me by accident."
Jarod had to wiggle around to where he could look up at Heather.
"You aren't under hypnosis?" he said.
"Duh!" Heather said. "After Chuck found out who I was, the first thing he did was remove the hypnosis from my brain. Though I will admit, I miss being able to give myself an orgasm by saying Rumpelstiltskin."
"You knew I would come for you."
"I suspected you would. Your arrogance has always been your downfall. We couldn't find you, so I waited for you to come to me."
"Could you loosen these belts? They're digging into my skin."
"No."
"What are you going to do to me?"
"Turn you over to the police."
"I'll get a good lawyer. I may not even do any jail time."
"I doubt that. You've committed some serious crimes. But even if you did, the lawyer fees will bankrupt you and nobody will do business with you. When it's all over, you'll be lucky to get a job delivering pizzas."
The doorbell rang.
"That must be Chuck," Heather said. "Time for me to go."
Heather stood and picked up her purse.
"Wait!" Jarod said. "Don't go! I want to make a deal."
"A deal? Hold on. I want Chuck to hear this."
Heather let Chuck into the house. He was shaking as he held her. She assured him that she was okay and led him to the kitchen. Chuck snorted when he saw Jarod tied up on the floor.