by Marci Wilcox
Heather typed in the name Jasmine White. A selection of videos came on the screen. She chose one titled, "Jasmine's students give her a stiff lesson." The video began with a white sexy redhead in a skimpy dress standing in front of a classroom. In the chairs were four black men. The redhead introduced herself as their teacher Jasmine which didn't make sense since if they were in her class, they should have known her name by now. But this was porn where logic took a back seat to action. She scolded the men for not doing their homework.
The four black men jumped out of their seats and surrounded Jasmine. They complained that she was being unfair and they decide to punish her. She tried to argue, but they were too angry. They pushed and shoved her before tearing off her clothes. They pushed her to her knees and took out their long black cocks.
Jasmine was reluctant at first, but then got into it. Soon, she was happily getting gangbanged by the four men on her desk.
"She has a great body," Tracy said. "But why are we watching porn? What does this have to do with Jarod?" Tracy's eyes grew wide. "Oh shit! Is that Jarod?"
"That's him all right," Heather said.
Tracy grabbed Heather's arm.
"How could you?" she said. "Just because he turned you into a mindless sex bimbo that's no reason to do the same thing to him."
Heather stopped to video and typed in a new address. It was a YouTube video from the AVN (Adult Video News) Awards. Jasmine White was accepting an award for Best Female Performer. She came on stage in a flowing gown and gave a standard award speech thanking her manager, her publicist, her co-stars, and so on.
"Jasmine is not under any kind of hypnosis," Heather said. "Jarod didn't want to run for the rest of his life, so he asked me to turn him into a woman. That way he could hide in plain sight. Law enforcement is searching for him overseas, but I've been keeping tabs on her just in case she tries to come back and make trouble. That's when I found out that she was doing porn. Jasmine is a famous porn star. She doesn't need the money. She chose to do this. It makes sense. Jarod loved to videotape me doing all kinds of sex acts. Turns out Jarod secretly wished he was in my place. And now her dream has come true."
Tracy stared at the screen. Jasmine did seem extremely happy and proud of herself.
"This shit is off the hook," Tracy said.
Heather turned off the computer. She and Tracy left the den and went to the living room. Candi was on the couch. Alex was asleep with his head in her lap. Candi had put a blanket over her son. Chuck sat in an easy chair. Omar was curled up at his feet.
Tracy sat on the arm of the couch next to Candi. They smiled at their son.
"I guess we should go soon," Tracy said.
"I asked Candi if you guys could stay the night," Chuck said. "That way you could just carry Alex to bed."
"What did Candi say?" Tracy said.
"She said she'd have to check with her wife."
"I don't know," Tracy said. "The beds are super comfy and Chuck makes the best pancakes ever, but I found out tonight that Heather likes to listen to me and Candi having sex."
"Not true," Heather said. "I said you were so loud, I had to listen."
"Wear earplugs."
"Deal."
Tracy looked at Candi.
"Then I guess we're staying over."
A door slamming could be heard upstairs. Everyone turned toward the staircase in time to see Dane storming down the steps. His shirt was untucked and his hair was uncombed. He went out the front door and slammed it shut behind him. Moments later, they heard his car pulling out of the driveway and tires squealing as the car drove away.
Samira hurried down the stairs and out the front door. She stood outside for a minute and then came back in. She joined the others in the living room. Her hair was mussed and her shirt was unbuttoned. She wasn't wearing a bra.
"I told you to let him down gently," Heather said.
"I tried," Samira said. "It turns out he wanted me to move in with him. When I told him I wanted to see other people, he blew up."
"How is this going to affect your working relationship?" Heather said.
"He wants me to transfer to the east coast office. I said he could start packing tonight. That's when he decided to leave." Samira sighed. "He was my ride. I guess I'll take Lyft home."
"Or you could stay here tonight. The Alcotts are staying."
Samira smiled.
"I would love to," she said. "I need my sisters tonight."
Candi carried Alex upstairs and put him to bed. When she came back down, everyone was settled in the living room. Heather had made coffee. They chatted about various things, enjoying hanging out together too much to go to retire for the evening.
"Chuck," Tracy said. "Tell us how you popped the big question. Did you get down on one knee? Did you sneak the ring into her dessert? Give us the details."
"Actually, I asked her to marry me a year ago," Chuck said. "But she turned me down."
Heather shrugged.
"I needed a legal document to own my company," she said. "But I didn't feel like I needed a legal document to prove that I loved Chuck."
"How did you finally wear her down, Chuck?" Samira asked.
"She came to me and said it was time to do it," Chuck said. "Made me the happiest man alive."
All the women looked at Heather. She put her hands on her stomach.
"Call me old fashion, but I felt that my baby's mother and father should be married."
Tracy jumped to her feet and pointed at Heather's stomach.
"You're pregnant!" she shouted. "Damn girl, you keep a secret better than anybody I know. First you don't say a word about getting married and then you don't tell us about the bun in your oven."
"Wait a minute," Candi said. "How can you be pregnant?"
"I didn't think we could get pregnant," Samira said.
"The machine changed us into women," Heather said. "That means we have functioning wombs. Our breasts will produce milk. I would think after you had your first period, you would have figured that out."
"Yeah, periods suck with all the blood and the cramps and the bloating and the headaches," Samira said, "but for some reason I didn't think I could conceive a child. All this time I've been having sex without a condom."
"You might want to think about getting on the pill," Heather said. "But you should use condoms anyway to prevent STDs."
"The pill, condoms, whatever it takes," Samira said. "I'm too young to have children."
"I'm still trying to wrap my head around the fact that I could get pregnant and give birth to a child," Candi said. "All because of Heather's machine. Doctor Bimbo, you never cease to amaze me."
The End