Signed, Sealed, and Delivered
By Cathy_t_
This is my very first attempt at writing anything for others to read. The
idea for the story is mine but the inspiration for doing it at all comes from
two wonderful angels I met on the net one dark night in my life. They stopped
me from doing something very stupid that night and I would like to dedicate
this story to them. To Prue and neri. Without their help and encouragement
this story would not exist. Nor would I.
Where do I begin this strange tale? I guess it begins by introducing myself.
My name is Jim Matthews and I am, or was, a 5'8" 150 lb. Male. Now? Well, I
am 5'4" 110lbs. And, undeniably female.
How did this happen? It all started a year ago when I moved from New York to
California looking for a fresh start. My life had been one disaster after
another since dropping our of college and the small town I was living in with
my folks had very little in the way of career opportunities unless you wanted
to work on a farm or at the local farm co-op. Somehow I knew that neither of
those was what I wanted to do with the rest of my life and I began planning
to move "out west".
My parents weren't too pleased with what I was planning but, after many long
talks over dinner and late into several evenings, I convinced them that this
move would be the best thing I could do for myself. I had to see what was out
there in the "real" world, away from home and the farm and the best way to do
it, I argued, was to go and DO it. I had managed to save up a pretty good
chunk of money from my job at the grain elevator and had a couple thousand
dollars from a trust fund from an uncle who had died a few years earlier so I
decided to go ahead and make the move once the crops were in and the elevator
was going into it's seasonal slowdown.
I had written to a college friend who lived in Los Angeles and he had said
that I could stay with him for awhile until I had found work and could move
into a place of my own. He told me that he had a big place thanks to some
investments of his that had paid off, big time, and that I could stay as long
as I needed or wanted to. He also said that he might even have a job lead for
me as he was currently invested in a new business that was just starting up
and needed good dependable people.
Well, that pretty much settled it for me and I quit my job at the grain
elevator and packed up my stuff. The morning I left, my folks were tearful,
as was I, but we all knew that this was something I had to do. As I pulled
away from the old homestead I felt kind of sad but, at the same time, very
excited. Other than the two years I had spent at college, I had never been
away from home for more than a week or two at any one time. At the ripe old
age of 24 I was still a "babe in the woods" when it came to understanding
what it took to get along in the real world. Hell, I had never even had a
real girlfriend! Just a couple of casual things at college which never turned
into anything but what amounted to "quickies". So I was really anticipating
great things ahead for me in my life. If I had known, then what I know, now,
I would have turned around, gone back to the farm and lived the rest of my
life safe and secure with the crops and the cows.
I had planned on about a week of careful sightseeing on the drive to
California and actually took a bit longer than that, stopping at the Grand
Canyon and Las Vegas on the way. When I finally pulled in at my friend's
place, it was 9 days after I had left home and I was bushed. He wanted to go
out that same night and celebrate my safe arrival but I was so tired from the
trip that I just carried my things in, called my folks to let them know I had
arrived safely, and told Cary, my friend, that I just wanted to sleep for a
few weeks. He said he understood and even though he really wanted to
celebrate, he showed me where everything was, in the apartment and left me to
my own devices. He gave me a set of keys to the place and, after making sure
I knew where everything was and how it worked, took off for an evening of fun
while I just took a long, hot shower and hit the hay.
When I woke up it was 11:30 the next morning and, after a quick shower, I
looked around the apartment a little more carefully. What I found, amazed me.
There was a pool outside and down the stairs that I could see from the
balcony! What's more, there was a jacuzzi in the bathroom and an exercise
room right there in the apartment! I thought to myself, "well Jim old boy,
looks like you just fell into the sweetest deal ever!" I looked around some
more, familiarizing myself with the rest of the place and found that there
were three bedrooms plus the exercise room, a large living room and a
combination kitchen/dining room divided by a long, low counter. On the
refrigerator I found a note from Cary saying that he had gone to pick up some
groceries and inviting me to take my time about settling in. It also said
that he would be back in a couple of hours and was signed and time dated at
10:30 AM. Well, I fixed myself some eggs and toast and sat down to eat. The
sun was shining outside and I could almost feel excitement in the air as I
contemplated what my life out here might be like. I pictured parties, girls
and lots of good times with new friends As it turned out, I was pretty close
to right. Cary got back just as I was finishing up with breakfast and we sat
down after putting the groceries away to talk. After a bit, he got around to
telling me about the job opportunity he had found for me. It was with a brand
new delivery company called AG Delivery. I asked him what the AG stood for
but he just got a funny look on his face and said I would find out if and
when I was hired. I thought this was a little odd but then, Cary was a little
odd by my New York standards so I wrote it off as just west coast strangeness
that I would have to get used to.
Cary told me that he was heavily invested in this new business and everything
depended on it's success. If it failed both he and I would be looking for a
much cheaper and less luxurious place to live. I told him that he could
depend on me doing my very best to make the business a success and he smiled
at me and said that he knew I would. That was the reason he had told me about
it and had invited me to stay with him. It would be much easier on me, just
getting started, to not have to worry about finding a place to live AND worry
about whether a new business was going to make a go of it at the same time.
He also told me that I had an interview with the Manager of the place, a
friend of his, tomorrow at 10 AM sharp so, today, he was going to take me
shopping for some "good clothes" so I would make a good impression. True to
his word, once I got dressed, we piled into his vintage Mustang and headed
into downtown L. A.
The traffic was not too bad since we were traveling in between rush hours and
we made it downtown in about a half hour or so. Cary found a place to park
and we entered the men's store Cary had said would make me look like a
million bucks. Well, he was right. Of course it almost cost that much, or at
least it seemed to me that it did! I had never before in my life paid 400
dollars for a suit, even if it DID include two pairs of pants and a vest but
Cary assured me that 400 bucks was cheap for a good well fitted suit out here
and that it did look good on me and besides, I could use it on more occasions
than just a job interview. We spent the rest of the day sightseeing and Cary
showed me some of the major points of interest. We also stopped at the Motor
Vehicle bureau and switched my registration and plates for my car over to
California and had my car scheduled for an inspection seeing as how
California is a bit tougher on anti pollution standards than the rest of the
country. We went out that night and partied but not too hard and Cary
introduced me around to some of his friends. When we got home it was about
midnight and we went straight to bed.
Bright and early, about 7:30 the next morning, my alarm went off and I got
ready to go in for my interview. Cary was already up and we talked while I
got dressed. He told me again just how much he had invested in this business
and what it would mean to both of us if it worked out and also how much he
was depending on me making a good impression. I told him not to worry because
I knew how much he was depending on the business and me and that I wasn't
about to let him down. We grabbed our things and jumped in his car and took
off for downtown at about 8:30 and got mixed into the early morning rush hour
traffic but Cary didn't seem worried so I didn't let it bother me too much.
It certainly was an experience, though, for me. I had never seen so many
people trying to use the same piece of road at the same time. Cary assured me
that, in a couple of weeks I would be negotiating the traffic like a pro and,
while I had my doubts, I let it go rather than worry about it right then. My
mind was on the interview and I wanted to make darned sure that I got the
job. Cary dropped me off in front of the place and went to park his car
telling me that he would be right in and would be right with me all the way
but the interview would just me and the manager. He also said something that
puzzled me, at the time but my mind was too busy to register it just then. He
said that I was just the right size and build for this job and with a little
help I would "fit right in".
I went in and told the receptionist that I was there for an interview and she
asked me to take a seat and she would call me when I could go in. About ten
minutes Cary came in and sat down next to me, nodding at the receptionist.
She smiled at him and said, "Good morning Mr. Jackson. How nice to see you!"
And Cary replied, "Good morning Carol. This is an old college friend of mine,
Jim Matthews, and I am hoping that he will be hired here today. I am sure
that he will be a great asset to the place and will help get it off the
ground and thriving in no time"
Carol nodded at me and smiled an absolutely beautiful smile at me. Well, my
heart just about melted right then and there. This was a gorgeous young girl
of about 21 or so with lovely long blonde hair and the figure of a
supermodel. I could feel myself getting aroused and so I just nodded and said
hello and started thinking about other things. The last thing I needed right
then was to go into the interview hunched over trying to hide my arousal.
Cary chuckled at my distress and told me in a quiet voice, she is one of the
fringe benefits of working here. Just think about seeing her every day and
hearing that beautiful voice saying good morning. I told Cary that she
certainly was an attractive incentive to getting hired but for the moment, I
was more concerned about first getting the job and making good. Cary started
to say something else but just then, Carol's intercom sounded off and I heard
her tell whoever is was on the other end, that Mr. Jackson was here and also
that I was here for my interview. I couldn't hear what the voice on the other
end said but Carol smiled at us again and told Cary that he could go in.
Cary said thanks and stood up, shook my hand and said that he was going to be
just a minute inside and then I would be called in. I said okay and he went
into what I assumed to be the manager's office and closed the door behind
him. Carol said that Cary and Mr. Franklin, the manager were friends and
business partners as well. It wasn't more than 5 minutes later that Cary
poked his head out and asked me to come in. I smiled at Carol and went into
the office.
I closed the door behind me and walked over to a big, middle aged man who, I
assumed, was Mr. Franklin. Cary introduced us and winked at Mr. Franklin and
wished me luck and left the office saying that he would wait for me outside.
He left and closed the door. Mr. Franklin shook my hand and invited me to sit
down which I did. I won't bore you, the reader with the details of the
interview except to say that I was impressed by Mr. Franklin and he,
apparently, was pleased with my responses to his questions. When we were
finished he stood up and shook my hand again and told me that as far as he
was concerned I could start anytime. He also said that there was a weeks
training for all new employees that would begin on the following Monday. I
said that would be just fine with me and left the office, thanking him for
the opportunity.
When I left Mr. Franklin's office and closed the door, I gave Cary the thumbs
up, indicating that I had the job and we high fived right there in the outer
office. Carol smiled at us and said to me, "Congratulations! I think you will
enjoy working here." I was so excited I almost ran over and hugged her but I
stopped myself. Somehow it struck me that would not be the right thing to do
so I just said thanks a lot and Cary and I left. All the way beck to Cary's
car, we were whooping it up like a couple of high schoolers and high fiving
and when we got in his car, he said, "C'mon, man! We gotta go celebrate for
sure now!", so that's what we did. I don't remember too much of it because we
got absolutely pie eyed. I do remember the next morning, though because not
only did I have a major hangover but I wasn't alone in bed! I couldn't
remember where I met her, or even what her name was but she WAS a very good
looking brunette and it appeared to me that we had done quite a bit more than
just sleep, judging from the disarray of the sheets and blankets on the bed.
I staggered up out of the bed and into the bathroom to take care of business
and try to find some aspirin or something to take care of the pounding behind
my eyes. When I finished, I went back into the bedroom and started getting
dressed. Somewhere in there, the girl woke up and moaned a little bit. She
opened one eye and glared at me for a second then said, "Omigawd, like what
time is it?" in a squeaky voice. I looked at the clock radio and told her
that it was 11AM. She squeaked louder and jumped out of the bed, naked, and
ran into the bathroom. She came out just a few minutes later and grabbed her
clothes and quickly got dressed, not looking at me. When she finished
dressing, she asked me where the phone was and I told her. She ran out of the
room and I could hear her calling for a cab. I shook my head in confusion,
albeit gently because of the headache I still had. By the time I felt good
enough to get up and leave the bedroom, she was having a cup of coffee with
Cary, waiting for her cab. It seemed like only ten minutes or so before we
heard the honk of a horn outside and she grabbed her purse and ran out. I
looked at Cary and he looked at me and we both started to laugh. I said,
between chuckles, "who in the heck was that?" He said, "damned if I know,
Jim. I think you picked her up at that bar last night but I've never seen her
before." Oh great, I thought. My first one night stand in California and I
don't even remember her name! Cary and I sat down to eat breakfast which he
had cooked and we talked about my new job. He told me more about the business
but kept talking around what the job actually entailed or what the AG stood
for in the company's name. I wondered about that, briefly but my headache
drove the doubts out of my head and I just finished eating quietly. When we
were done, Jim wanted to take me sightseeing again and for the next three
days that's what we did. He made me drive the route into and back from work
to make sure I knew the way but he never said anything more about the job.
Looking back, I probably should have been more curious and asked more
questions but I was having too good a time sightseeing and looking at and
drooling over the "California girls".
Monday, bright and early, I rose, took care of my morning business and left
for work in plenty of time. I didn't want to be late on my first day so I
allowed an extra half hour. When I got there, I went into the office and
Carol handed me some forms to fill out. It seemed like there were dozens of
them and I sat there filling them out but not really reading each one
thoroughly, figuring them to be just standard work forms and previous job
listings and stuff like that. I WISH I would have read them, now!
After finishing the forms and handing them back to Carol, she directed me to
the other side of the building where, she told me, training classes were
beginning. I entered the training room and noticed a couple other people
already there. We introduced ourselves and in just a few minutes, a very
attractive Brunette walked into the room and began to speak. I turned around
and looked at her carefully and recognized her right away! It was my bed
partner from the other night!
She introduced herself and started telling us about the company and like that
but my mind was whirling. I hoped she would bear me no ill will for the other
night and I planned to talk to her about it when the training session ended
for the day. She gave no indication of recognizing me throughout the day
except to glare at me once or twice. I had a bad feeling about that but I
hoped we would be able to work out any difficulties.
After a couple of hours we broke for lunch and I tried to approach her but
she left the room before I could get her attention. This bothered me a bit
but I figured I would have a chance to talk to her later so I went to lunch
with the other newbies. We talked a bit during lunch and we all wondered what
the AG stood for in the company name but nobody knew and the few people we
asked about it just gave us a funny smile and said nothing. After lunch the
training continued but the brunette wasn't there. One more mystery to figure
out, I thought and turned my attention to what the new trainer was saying.
It turned out that AG Delivery was a new concept in delivery companies. The
drivers, which we would all be starting out as, were paid a minimum wage but
tipping by the customers was encouraged and, it was hoped, would make a big
difference in our weekly pay. Through the training that week, we were told
what was expected of us and how to treat customers and given maps of Los
Angeles to memorize. The next three days of the training were dedicated to
driving around L. A. and learning the layout of the streets.
On the last day of training, we were told to report to a different room where
we would be issued uniforms. Well, we all went down there and reported in and
this weird little guy came out from behind a counter and started taking all
kinds of measurements. He whirled around us like a child's top for about
fifteen minutes, shouting out numbers and generally acting strangely, then he
ran back behind the counter and through a door which slammed shut behind him.
I looked at the other guys and they looked at me and each other and we all
lost it. We were laughing so hard that we could hardly breathe!
After a few minutes of that, we were beginning to calm down when, the door
reopened and that little guy came back out. He jumped up on the counter and
yelled at us all to be quiet. Well, we all were sort of taken aback by this
and we did calm down some. When we were more or less quiet again, he began to
speak, saying, "I have all your uniforms here with me but you cannot open the
packages until you have left the premises and preferably, not before you get
back to your homes. You MUST wear your uniforms Monday when you report for
work! If you do not, you will be fired immediately and blackballed all around
this state so you will never get another job in ANY delivery based business
EVER! This was all explained in the forms you filled out this past Monday. A
copy of all the forms that you filled out is included in the boxes containing
your uniforms. If, for any reason you decide not to report for work Monday
morning, you will also be blackballed. If you do report for work, wearing
your uniforms and then decide not to take the job, you will be billed for the
training you have undergone and blackballed until you have paid what you owe.
Any Questions?
For a few minutes there was silence in that room. We all looked at one
another in wonderment for a a few minutes and then a regular barrage of
questions and angry comments began to besiege the little weird guy. He
shouted at us to calm down and when we did, he continued. All of the
questions I heard can be answered by reading the forms included with your
uniforms. I suggest you wear your uniforms over the weekend to, ahem, get
used to them, and here he chuckled a little bit. See you Monday morning,
GIRLS! and with that comment he jumped off the counter and ran through the
door and slammed it behind him.
GIRLS? I thought in confusion! What the hell did he mean by that? A couple of
us ran behind the counter and tried the door but found it locked. What we
found back there, however, was a large cart loaded with boxes with names on
them and directions to the loading dock. After a few more minutes of talking
and wondering, we decided to wheel the cart out to the dock and load the
boxes into our cars, which we did. Each of us had three rather large boxes to
load and while they weren't heavy, they were bulky, and it took a bit of
judicious squeezing to fit them in our cars but we managed it and said
goodbye to each other and took off for our respective homes or whatever.
All the way home I kept replaying what that little guy had said, in my mind,
trying to figure out what the heck his last words had meant. Maybe, I
thought, he was trying to be funny or sarcastic calling us girls like some
Marine Corps drill sergeant or something like that. When I arrived back at
Cary's apartment I began unloading the boxes having to make three trips up
the stairs with them Cary wasn't home so I took the boxes to my bedroom and
stacked them in a corner while I went and got a shower and fixed supper for
myself. I figured I would ask Cary about all that had gone on when he got
home but by 9 PM he still wasn't back. I had looked around for a note or
something that would let me know where he had gone and when he might be back
but found nothing so I decided to start opening the boxes. It seemed odd that
there were three boxes. I mean that seemed like a lot of boxes for just a few
uniforms and I was really curious so I began opening them. Inside the first
one, marked "ONE", DUH! I found a manila envelope which contained all the
forms that the little guy said would be there. I thought about reading them
but was too curious about the rest of the contents so I set them aside and
continued unpacking. I found a rather large sealed clear plastic kind of body
bag thing only not as large as one of those. Taped to the bag was another
manila envelope which I detached and opened. It said something about body
suits but I couldn't make heads nor tails of it so I set it aside also. I DID
see a section marked unpacking instructions so I didn't just rip into the
large plastic bag thinking I might damage something.
I thought I'd better leave that bag alone until I had a chance to read the
instruction book or whatever it was that came with it, so I turned my
attention to the other two boxes. They turned our to be, uniforms ! Wow,
imagine my surprise! But seriously, they were uniforms all right but
obviously not for me! Let me explain what I found. In the first box was that
large plastic bag. In the second box I found, well, they were SKIRTS and
BLOUSES!!! In the third box which I opened with more than a little
trepidation, I found, gulp, undies! I mean cute little, feminine undies!!!!!
Bras, Panties, that kind of stuff!!!!! Well, I figured there HAD to have been
some kind of MAJOR error made and there was NO WAY I was gonna wear that kind
of stuff!!!! In the first place I had never in my life EVER wanted or dreamed
of having to wear any of that female kind of stuff, and, in the second place,
It all looked kind of, well, small. I mean SMALL!!! There was NO WAY I would
ever fit into any of that stuff even if I had wanted to, which I didn't!!!
Soooooooo, I waited until Cary got home. Or at least, that was the plan, but
at three o'clock in the morning Cary came in, roaring drunk and in no mood to
talk about anything. He gave me a bleary eyed look or two and actually
GIGGLED once or twice and passed out somewhere near his bed. Well!!! Big help
he is, I thought to myself. Oh well, I'll just have to wait until he wakes up
and sobers up later today. So I left a note on the door leading out of the
apartment so that Cary would be unable to miss it and went to bed.
As it turned out, I had no cause to worry about Cary leaving before I woke
up. When I opened my eyes and looked at the clock, it indicated 10:00 AM and
when I jumped out of bed to go and see if Cary was still there, he was still
sawing logs. I fixed myself some breakfast and waited around for Cary to
awaken. Finally, around 11:30, he began making noises in his room that
indicated to me that he was preparing to rejoin the world of the living,
however reluctantly. When he finally emerged from the bathroom after about
another half hour and trudged into the kitchen, he looked like death warmed
over and I wondered how long it would be before I could get any sense out of
him.
After he had some coffee and some of the leftover food from my breakfast he
looked a bit better. He looked at me and said, "Did ya ever have one of
'those' nights? Well, I did. I must have hit 8 bars last night and I don't
remember coming home. I hope I didn't drive! I got up and looked out at the
driveway and didn't see his car and turned back to Cary, saying "you must not
have. I don't see the 'stang. He looked relieved at that and after another
few minutes I told him I had to talk to him about the "job". He got a pained
look on his face and kind of hemmed and hawed for a couple of seconds and
then looked at me and said, "I wondered when this would come up." I guess I
must have looked puzzled because he then said, "I guess you want an
explanation, huh? I mean, I saw the unpacked boxes in the living room but it
doesn't look like you got very far with unpacking them. My guess is that you
saw the clothing and freaked out, right?"
I looked at him for a second or two and then, in a very sarcastic way said,
"Gee, YOU THINK?? Just what the hell is that, and I gestured towards the
boxes, all about? I mean obviously, there has been some kind of mistake made
at the delivery company. There is no way in hell they could expect me to wear
the clothing that was issued to me! That is all woman's stuff!" "Now calm
down, Jim. I can explain what happened and what all "that" is about. You
might not like it and you might even want to hit me for it but, just maybe,
you will understand and maybe even thank me for the job opportunity when I am
done." So for the next hour, Cary explained to me just what, exactly was the
deal here. He told me that AG Delivery was a totally new concept in delivery
for this area and probably the whole world. The idea was that all the drivers
would be males but they would all appear to be sexy females, thus becoming
the "Hooters" of the delivery world, kinda. The idea was that guys would have
fewer problems and absences. Also guys would be better able to handle "rough"
situations more easily because of their greater strength. In addition, the
pay would be more than twice the standard beginning rate of pay and tips
would be solicited via the ads that would be starting on radio and TV,
Monday. With the starting pay and tips, the drivers could conceivably be
making upwards of $20.00 per hour! In addition, there were full medical and
dental plans in effect the minute we started training as well as a full 401k
plan and stock options for varying lengths of longevity in the company.
Well, all that sounded real nice to me BUT! There was that "little" problem!
Something about looking like a sexy female?!! Cary told me again about all
the money he had tied up in this venture and how important it was to both of
our futures that it succeeded. By this time, I had gotten up from the kitchen
table and was pacing back and forth casting murderous glares at those damned
boxes. Cary said, "Look. Lets go in the living room and go through that stuff
and I will try to explain how all this is gonna work. If you still think,
after that, that you don't want to do this, well, I will get you out of your
contract, somehow, and pay for your ticket back home, deal?" I glared at him
but was somewhat mollified by his offer and said, "O.K. but I don't guarantee
anything! I will listen to what you have to say but it better be good! I
don't see any way you are gonna get me into those clothes, let alone make me
look like a sexy female!
"That's what those boxes are all about, Jim", Cary said. "Technology has
advanced by leaps and bounds over the last five years. What once was
considered to be impossible is now either totally POSSIBLE or has already
been accomplished!" While he was talking he had gone over to the largest of
the three boxes and picked up that large plastic wrapped package. He held it
up with both hands and shook it at me, saying, "This little beauty here is
the KEY to the whole thing, JIM!!!. In this package is the most up to date,
state of the art BODYSUIT that has EVER been made!!" He went back into the
kitchen and found a pair of scissors and came back and began carefully
cutting the package open.
Well folks, when Cary got that thing out of it's plastic wrap I just lost it!
I mean falling down laughing!!!!! It looked like the worst example of those
blow-up dolls you see advertised in some of those sleazy men's magazines.
"There's NO way," I thought to myself, "that this thing is gonna make anybody
look like anything but ridiculous!!!" Cary waited until I had stopped
laughing and pointing at that thing and when I had, he told me that he was
gonna show me just how the thing worked and help me with every step of the
process. I figured, by that time, what the hell. I might as well play this
out. After all, there was no way I would ever look like a sexy woman wearing
that thing, Right? So I followed Cary into the bathroom where he started
filling the tub with fairly hot water. He explained to me that the "bodysuit"
had to soak in water hotter than 105 degrees but no hotter that 130 degrees
for fifteen minutes before it was "ready to wear". In the meantime he
instructed me to shave all the hair below the neck off my body! By this time,
I was thinking that this whole thing was stupid but I had said I would go
along with it until I figured I could prove him wrong. Besides, hair grows
back. So the worst I figured I would get out of this was a few hairless
weeks. I also had to shave my face and then treat all the shaved areas with a
cream Cary gave me. He said it would prevent any rash from showing up from
the shaving. Okay, so I went and did it. I have to admit, once I was done,
being hairless was very weird. My legs and arms felt very naked and smooth
and, well, kinda sexy. Anyway, by the time I was all done with that, Cary
said the suit was ready so I went over to the tub to look at what I thought
was gonna be a sorry looking, soggy excuse for a woman's shape. Imagine my
surprise when I looked into the tub and saw a naked, sexy woman apparently
floating in the tub!!!!! She had long red hair and one hell of a shape and
her face was gorgeous!!! For a second I thought something had gone wrong and
Cary had drowned some poor girl in our bathtub but, as I looked closer, I
noticed that the girl looked kind of, well, deflated. Cary began to drain the
tub and when it was pretty much done, took that deflated looking woman skin
out of the tub to let it drain thoroughly. He told me to use the package of
powder, that was on the sink, all over my body especially in my groin and
underarm areas. He said this was to make sure that the suit would be easy to
get off at the end of the day. Otherwise it might stick in those areas and
maybe even damage the suit. So I did what he asked me to do and then we
started getting that suit on me.
At this point I could go into a lot of things very closely and in fine detail
to titillate you, the reader, but I won't. Suffice it to say that after a bit
of struggling trying to fit my 5'8" 150 lb frame into that 5'4" slender woman
suit we finally got to the point where Cary was helping me pull the head over
mine, it was somewhat stretched but had not torn the way I thought it might.
It WAS tight, but not overly so and I began to have doubts about what I had
thought earlier. Maybe this silly thing WOULD work!!! What then? But since I
had kind of promised Cary I would go through with this, we continued. Now my
hair was kind of a long brush cut and Cary didn't think this would be a
problem inside the suit so we hadn't had to cut it. That might have called
this whole thing off before it ever started! There was no way I would shave
my head bald for this! Anyway, we pulled that head over my own and for a few
minutes I was blind and deaf and breathing got a bit tricky but we got it
down and began to fit it to my face. I could feel it stretching my own face
back, compressing it a bit but it wasn't uncomfortable, just weird feeling.
Finally the eye holes on the face lined up with mine and I could see again.
Then, with a little fussing the ears slipped in place over mine and I could
hear as well. Cary then did something in the back of the neck of the suit and
I heard what sounded like a zipper being closed.
Then Cary said, "DONE!! In a triumphant sounding voice. I looked in the full
length mirror on the back of the bathroom door and started to laugh again.
"See, Cary," I said, "Does that" and I pointed at the image in the mirror,
"look like any kind of sexy woman to you? It sure doesn't to me! I told you
this was dumb......but about that time I felt something happening. The suit
was shrinking and tightening on me!!! I began to panic but Cary hollered at
me to not worry, this was normal and it wouldn't hurt. So I calmed down a bit
and watched in the mirror, fascinated, as the suit began to shape my body
into one I had never dreamed of having. In just a short time it was done and
Cary had been right. It hadn't hurt or even been more that a little bit
uncomfortable, but when it was done!!!!! OH MY GOD!!!!! There, in the mirror,
was the most beautiful red haired, sexiest woman I had EVER seen looking back
at me!! She, I mean me, I mean, well I don't know exactly what I meant at
that point, had the most gorgeous shape and her red hair went all the way
down past her shoulders, part of it hiding one breast from view. I just stood
there and looked. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. I looked at her, I
mean my face I guess, but I couldn't see any lines around my eyes that would
indicate that this was just a mask! But the suit wasn't quite done YET!
It began to tighten just a bit more and the lips seemed to mold themselves to
mine, completely changing the way my lips looked. They became full and, well,
I guess pouty is the word. Also my cheekbones looked higher and my nose and
chin were smaller and much more feminine looking. Hell, even my TEETH were
different! Very even and very white. Then, the most frightening thing about
this whole experience happened. As I turned to look at Cary, one of the
breasts brushed against the partially open door of the bathroom and I FELT
it!!! I mean I felt a short little jolt of pain and more from that breast!! I
stopped, about one inch from absolute panic and looked down at those lovely
protrusions. My hands seemed drawn to them and I touched them carefully. I
could feel both the fingers moving on the breasts AND I felt the breasts
being touched!!! I guess I must have greyed out about then because the next
thing I knew, I was laying down on the couch in the living room with a
blanket over me.
I looked around and saw Cary sitting in an easy chair not too far away and he
was grinning like an idiot. "Well, Jim. Welcome back to California!" He said
in an amused sounding tone of voice. I came off that couch like an Air Force
Missile coming out of it's silo, shouting questions at Cary all the way! He
kind of shrank back in his chair, looking a bit frightened but he shouted
back at me until I finally ran out of steam. I kind of slumped back down on
the couch, noticing that I was feeling every single thing I would normally
have felt in my own body and in a few places my old body didn't have! Cary
got up from his chair and walked over to me. "Cover yourself up a bit, would
you?" He said. "Seeing you, well, naked, is a bit disconcerting".
I grabbed the blanket and covered myself from the neck down, somewhat
embarrassed at being naked in front of my friend, looking the way I did now.
Cary began to explain that the bodysuit would give me all the feeling, that a
real woman would feel. I could even feel a slight breeze on my face from an
open window in the kitchen. The skin of this suit was just as sensitive as my
own! Now I was getting scared! I started to babble at Cary again but he
stopped me and said, "Before you get any more freaked out by this, that suit
comes right off by soaking it in hot water again with NO problems. This
calmed me down quite a bit and I began to listen more to what Cary was trying
to tell me. He said that I would wear this suit for as long as I worked at AG
Delivery which, he told me stood for All Girl Delivery, as would all of the
people employed as drivers and delivery persons. Off duty we would not be
required to wear the bodysuit AFTER the first full week! He said that this
one week "break-in period" was so we could become used to appearing and
acting like the women we would seem to be. The suits allowed for all bodily
functions and were self regulating as far as body temperature was concerned.
We could even bathe in them and actually get clean!
Then Cary told me the rest of it. In the box with the clothes were some video
tapes that would teach me all the things I would need to look and feel
feminine. Gestures, movement, fashion sense, even makeup and hairdressing
knowledge. Well, now let me tell you. I thought about this whole thing for a
loooong time, sitting there on that couch. I knew that I could just pack up
my stuff and head back home and work on the farm or at the Elevator for the
rest of my life and be safe, and secure, and protected. BUT Cary was
depending on me and the other new hires to make this new company a success.
Add to that the fact that I would MUCH rather live in California where there
are more women per square mile than there are anywhere else in the world. So,
I figured I would do this for a while, until it became a success or went
bust(no pun intended) and then I could move on. Meanwhile I would be making
good money and Cary even told me that if I did this for him, I wouldn't even
have to pay rent or buy food! So with a lot of apprehension and reluctance I
accepted Cary's offer and we went ahead with our examination of the rest of
the stuff in those damned boxes.
Well, like I said earlier, there was a lot of women's underwear, Bras and
Panties and other things I didn't know what to call 'em. There was also a
funny looking VCR with a helmet attached to it by a long wire. Kinda like a
space helmet/headphones combination. Cary said this was the thing that would
help me adjust to looking and acting like a woman. So we set it up and put
the first tape in and I put on the helmetphones and watched the first of 4
tapes. I guess I must have been more upset and weirded out than I thought
because about 15 minutes into the tape I fell asleep and didn't wake up until
it was over. When I woke up the tape was rewinding and I took off the
helmetphones and walked over to the pile of underwear that we had folded and
put on the coffee table. Cary was nowhere around and I thought, "well maybe
he went out for something". Anyway, I walked over to that underwear and
started looking through it again, a little more careful and interested this
time. For some reason, I couldn't see anything really wrong about wearing it
if it would help Cary and the delivery company. Besides, I told myself, It IS
only underwear. Nobody else is gonna see it besides me and maybe Cary if he
happened to walk in on me while I was dressing. I picked up a pretty light
blue bra and found panties in the same color. I thought, "what the hell" and
went ahead and put them on. I somehow seemed to know just how to do it and it
didn't occur to me that this was unusual. Then I went over to the uniforms
that were also stacked on the coffee table,(big coffee table, that) and
looked at them. They seemed pretty straightforward to me and, without
hesitation, I picked out a matching set and put THEM on! A short brown wool
skirt and a skimpy top that didn't cover much at all. I went and looked at
myself in the mirror. "That's not too bad at all," I said to myself and I
admired how nice the uniform fit me and how good it looked on me.
Well, since that tape was 4 hours long and Cary and I had talked for a couple
of hours before that, I decided to get myself something to eat. I started to
walk into the kitchen but something seemed wrong. I stopped and thought about
it for a minute and then it came to me! SHOES! I was barefoot. I walked back
to the boxes and found some pantyhose and some shoes that went with the
uniform. Just some normal looking shoes that any female delivery person would
wear, if you consider 3 inch heels normal, but once I had them on, I felt
much better. After all, a girl's outfit and shoes and stuff have to match,
don't they? It wasn't until I had started cooking some soup and making a
sandwich that it dawned on me that I was wearing women's clothes and it
didn't bother me! I quickly went back into the living room and picked up the
tape I had just watched. The title on it was, "CHOOSING APPROPRIATE CLOTHING,
WHAT EVERY WORKING WOMAN SHOULD KNOW. VOLUME ONE" "WOW!" I thought, if the
first one did this for me, I am almost scared to find out what is on the
others. I looked at the titles of the other tapes. They were; CHOOSING
APPROPRIATE CLOTHING VOL.2, MAKEUP AND JEWELRY (ACCESSORIES) THEIR MANY USES,
HAIR CARE; and the last one was titled, DEPORTMENT, MANNERISMS AND MISC.
Well, seeing what the first tape had done for me I was almost scared to see
what the rest would do and that MISC. just frightened the hell out of me!
What the hell could MISC. be?
I decided that could wait until I had eaten and viewed the other tapes.
Evidently the helmetphone thing was some kind of advanced sleep learning
device because I didn't remember hearing anything of the first tape I had
watched but, from the looks of what I was now wearing, my brain certainly
heard and learned. I thought no more about that as my stomach decided to take
the opportunity to grumble at me. " OKAY, okay! Lunch is coming down in just
a second!" I thought at it, and into the kitchen I went. Curiously, though,
when I sat down and began to eat, I couldn't eat as much as I thought I
would. I ate slowly, chewing carefully until my hunger pains were gone and
then I stopped. I had only eaten half a bowl of soup and half of my sandwich!
Normally I would have polished off twice that and gone back for more!
When I had finished and put the dirty dishes in the washer, I sat down and
looked at those tapes again. Did I want to watch the next one in the series
or wait until Cary got back from wherever he had gone? I went ahead and set
up the next tape in the VCR and put the device back on.
Again, after I put the tape in and the helmet thing back on, I fell asleep
and when I awoke the tape was rewinding and Cary was sitting in the chair
across from me, smiling. I took off the helmet and as I did, I noticed that
there were a number of packages on the coffee table. They weren't there when
I started this second tape so Cary must have brought them home with him.
First things, first, though. I had to get u from the couch and head for the
bathroom. My bladder was screaming at me for relief. I made it there just in
time and, after some quick re-adjustment of clothing, took care of business.
WHAT a weird feeling though to have to sit down to pee. AND wipe after. Oh
well, I guess I can get used to it since I sorta have to for now. "Besides,"
I thought to myself as I got up from the toilet and caught my reflection in
the bathroom mirror over the sink, "I kinda look cute" CUTE!!!!????? Whoa!!
Wait a second here!!!! I couldn't believe what I had just thought! I was
already thinking of myself as a cute girl and I had only been wearing this
suit for a few hours! It had to be the tapes, I thought in a bit of a panic.
I ran out of the bathroom headed for, well, I am not sure of where I was
headed. Running just seemed to be the thing to do at the time, so I did it. I
damn near ran over Cary who was headed towards the bathroom with a couple of
bags full of stuff. As it was, I did knock the bags from his hands as I
brushed past him at a gallop. Stuff went everywhere and when I saw what the
stuff was, I slowed down and stopped. It was MAKEUP and Hair things.
The funny thing is, when I saw all that stuff, I looked at it and something
in my brain went *click* and the next thing I knew, I was helping Cary pick
the stuff up off the floor and examining it closely. I selected a double
handful of containers, lipstick, blush, foundation, eyeliner, mascara and the
like and marched right back into the bathroom! Before I could stop to think
about what I was doing, I started to apply the stuff to my face! I seemed to
know what I was doing and within 15 or 20 minutes, I was done. I looked at
my? Face in the mirror with satisfaction and I remember thinking, "That's
MUCH better! How could I let Cary see me without my makeup?!!
While I was there, I brushed out my? hair. When it was smooth and shiny and,
well, cute looking, I put down the brush and opened the bathroom door and
went back out to the living room feeling much better about myself. Cary
looked up at me when I came out of the bathroom and I could see his eyes get
wider, the closer I got to him. I stopped right in front of him and smiled at
him and said, "well? What do you think? Am I foxy or what?" And I
GIGGLED!!!!! I mean a cute little feminine sounding GIGGLE!!!!!!!
Oh man, what was happening to me? Those tapes and this suit! Were they
getting to me!?? All of a sudden I was seized by the irresistible impulse to
RIP off this damned suit and throw away those TAPES!!!! Cary saw, i guess,
that I was headed for panicville and grabbed my arms and made me sit down on
the couch. He talked to me in a slow, calm voice and, in a couple of minutes
I was feeling more in control again. I don't remember much of what he said
but, whatever it was, it worked.
Finally, I looked up at Cary and said, "Cary, what is happening to me here?
Am I losing my mind or what?" He just smiled and said, "No Jim, you're just
fine. It's only natural that you would be feeling a bit lost right now. With
all that those tapes are trying to teach you and the way that bodysuit makes
you look, I don't wonder that you are a bit panicked. Just take some nice
slow breaths and let the training filter back into your mind. You'll be just
fine. If not, then we will just get you out of those clothes, wash off the
makeup, which looks very nice on you, by the way, and get you out of that
bodysuit and call the whole thing off. I'll understand, believe me. I would
probably be going full goose bozo right about now if it was ME inside that
thing."
He continued, "You are really being one hell of a good friend to be doing
this, and to help me and the company get going and I really appreciate it,
more than I can tell you. If this company goes belly up, I stand to lose
everything I have worked for the past three years. I have put every spare
penny I could lay my hands on into this venture and, if it works, I, and you
by the way, stand to make some really big returns on all that money. You see,
I have bought stock in the company for you as well. Not a lot, but enough so
that, if things go well, inside of 5 or 6 years you might never have to work
again."
My eyes grew wide at that and I started to feel ashamed of what I was
thinking a few minutes before. I was gonna tell Cary that I couldn't do this.
It was too much to ask! I was feeling trapped inside the feminine image I now
saw in the mirror. Once I heard dwhat Cary was aying, however, I started to
calm down again and thought about this whole thing. OKAY, so I impersonate a
pretty girl for a bit, do what I can to help the company get going and then
move up in the company and out of this suit! How hard could that be? I could
feel the training take hold again and I got up off the couch and walked over
to a mirror. As I stood there I looked at the Very pretty redhead looking
back at me from the mirror and I remember thinking, "There IS a lot riding on
this and I DO look hot!!" I tirned back to Cary and said, "okay, my friend,
you've got me! Whatever it takes, you can count on me to do my best. Now
what's next?" And just like THAT, I was back in the frame of mind that the
tapes had put me into. Cary held up a small parcel that was securely wrapped
in heavy, padded paper. "Well," he said, "I guess the next thing is what's in
here." He carefully tore the package open and I saw that there were 4 bottles
of some kind of liquid, each surrounded by padding so they wouldn't break.
"According to the instructions that came with the bodysuit, this stuff is
supposed to change your voice to a higher pitch so you sound more like a
girl."
Well, in for a penny and all that, I walked right over to him and took one of
the bottles, opened it and drank it down! Cary got a weird look on his face
and tried to grab it from me before I finished it but I'd had too much
practice at Chug-a lugging during my college days and It was empty before he
could grab it. "How long does this stuff take to work, Cary," I asked him.
"ummm, Jim, you werre only supposed to take a SIP of that stuff. According to
the instructions, one sip will alter your voice to a female pitch for 10
hours. I don't know how long the whole bottle will take to wear off!" He
looked at the bottle and the instructions again and his shoulders kind of
slumped a bit. "Well, It says here that there are 10 doses in each bottle.
Looks like it will take at least 100 hours for your voice will change back to
normal!"
I started to say something like OH SHIT!!!! but right in the middle of it my
voice quit working! I cleared my throat a few times but nothing happened! No
sound at all! Then, gradually, things started to happen. I could feel a
strange feeling in my neck and I rushed over to the mirror to see if I could
see anything happening there. As I watched, fascinated, my adams apple slowly
shrank until it was gone! When I tried to speak again, my voice was beginning
to come back but it wasn't MY voice! It was that kind of voice you hear if
you are lucky, coming out of a phone when you call for phone sex! A breathy,
high alto, SEXY sounding voice that sent shivers up and down MY spine and I
was the one using that voice! I went back to the couch and sat down again, my
head spinning a bit. "But Cary," I started to say but that VOICE!!!! No
matter what I said, it sounded like an invitation to a wild evening of SEX!!!
I even tried to sound angry but it just came out CUTE!!! As I sat there,
trying to make yet another adjustment to my image, I reconfirmed my promise
to Cary in my mind. Okay, I had screwed up this voice thing but it WAS only
temporary, right? My voice would return to normal after 4 days or so and then
I could just take the correct amount each morning to change it back to this
sexy, sultry sounding one for the day. It would wear off after I got off work
and I would be able to change back into Jim for the evening and do what I
wanted until the next morning, right? So I sighed, omigawd how THAT sounded
with this voice!!!!!, and Cary and I talked for a while so I could get used
to it. As I talked I found myself sounding more and more feminine as I went
along. Those TAPES again, I thought to myself. Well, nothing for it but to go
ahead. I was going to have to stay in this suit until at least Sunday night
then take it off, clean it out inside and out and then put it back on Monday
morning for work. Since my voice was going to stay like it now was for four
days anyway Cary and I perused the instructions for the suit and found that
it could be worn for 7 days before it HAD to be taken off for cleaning In the
meantime, I could just take a shower or bath in it and it would be okay for
that long.
Okay, I am stuck for at least 4 days in this suit and with this voice. I
might as well watch the rest of the tapes and get this over with. First,
though, Cary suggested having something to eat. I couldn't argue with that as
I WAS getting a bit hungry myself, so I said, "okay, but it's your turn to
cook". He looked at me and smiled and said, "Well, Jim, I really don't feel
like cooking. What do you say we go out somewhere and get some take out or
eat at a nice restaurant?"
Well, my first reaction was something like, "WHAT!!! LOOKING LIKE THIS??????
ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR DAMN MIND??????????" This, delivered at the top of my
"cute"(ugh) sounding new voice, sort of rocked Cary back on his heels for a
second or two, but he came right back at me with, "Ok, Ok, sheesh. Not so
loud, willya? The neighbors will call the cops and how do you think we will
be able to explain "this"? As he waved his hands in the general direction of,
gulp, ME!
"Uh, all right, Cary", I said in a somewhat quieter sounding voice. I sat
down and thought about going out to eat. "Well", I said to myself, "you GOTTA
eat and unless YOU want to cook, the only options are to order out or take
Cary up on his suggestion."
Meanwhile, Cary was telling me that, on Monday morning I would receive new
identity documents including a driver's license made out in my "new?" name.
These would stand up under any normal investigation and would help lessen the
possibility of any of the new drivers for AG Delivery being unduly harassed
by the police if they should stop any of us for any minor traffic infraction.
Since it sorta made sense to me that we should have I.D. that matched our
"new descriptions, I said nothing but kept listening.
"In the meantime," Cary continued, "you gotta look like that for the next 7
days so you might as well get used to it and have a little fun with it."
" But Cary," I interjected, "The voice thing wears off in four days. Why did
you just say I hadda look like this for the next seven days. I can take this
suit off Thursday night, right?"
" No, Jim," he said. "Remember that you are REQUIRED to wear the suit for the
first 7 days in a row without removing it? That's so you can get used to
looking, feeling, sounding, and acting like an attractive female. We don't
want good looking drivers walking around talking and acting like guys,
right?" "Well, Cary, I had forgotten about the seven days thing but what you
say does make sense. How about this? We call out for pizza tonight and I
watch the rest of those tapes. If they do ANYTHING like what the first two
did, I should have no problems leaving the apartment and going out to eat
TOMORROW night, ok?"
I almost couldn't believe what I was hearing myself say but, as I was saying
it, I could feel the changes inside my head! I mean, I could remember, very
easily how I would have reacted to looking and sounding like, before I had
gotten this way, but now, it seemed almost natural to think the way I was
beginning to think, which was, well, feminine! I seemed to have no problem
with "learning what those other two tapes would, undoubtedly teach me! In
fast, I almost WANTED to watch them so as to complete the illusion I was
supposed to portray!
I guess Cary agreed with me because he picked up the phone and ordered pizza
and stuff for dinner and I went over to the VCR and inserted the next tape,
which was titled, MAKEUP AND JEWELRY, THEIR MANY USES AND HAIR CARE..
"WHOOPIE!", I thought.
About a half hour later, the pizza arrived and, after we cleaned up from
that, I sat down, put on that infernal helmet and started the tape. As
before, about 15 minutes into the tape I must've fallen asleep because when I
next realized anything, the tape was rewinding and Cary was looking at me,
from across the room. I sat there for a couple of minutes and then, the most
curious thing happened, I got up from the couch and went straight to a mirror
and my first thought, upon gazing at myself in that mirror was, "OMIGAWD!!!
MY FACE AND HAIR ARE A MESS!!!" and I almost RAN out of the room into the
bathroom where I spent about a half hour repairing the damage done to my
makeup and hair from dinner and the time I had spent with my head on the
couch, apparently asleep. By the time my brain caught up with what my
reflexes and body were doing, it was too late to stop any of it so I just
went into a kind of cruise control and let my hands do whatever they were
doing. They seemed to know without any help from me, just what to do and how
to do it. And then, it was done. Looking back at me from the bathroom mirror
was an absolutely GORGEOUS redhead with PERFECT makeup and hair! I stared for
a minute or two, not believing what my GREEN EYES were telling me. "Wait a
second," went a thought in my head, "GREEN EYES? When did THAT happen?" But
another thought quickly took the place of that one and it went like this.
"Well, NATURALLY your eyes are green, dear. What other color could they
POSSIBLY be with all that beautiful red hair?"
I turned from the mirror and walked out of the bathroom and back into the
living room where Cary was patiently waiting for me. "Cary," I said in an
almost even tone of voice, "let's take another look at the specs on this
bodysuit, okay? I have a feeling there are some things we don't know about it
yet. So we dug out the specs on the suit and started going over them a bit
more carefully than we had before. Yep, there it was. Under the heading
"TEMPORARY CHANGES, SUBTITLE 2." Evidently, after wearing the suit for more
than 2 hours, the eyes would change color to most perfectly accent the hair
color. The change in eye color would revert to normal eye color after being
out of the suit for more than two hours. Along with that there was a bit
about weight loss and figure shaping. My weight would match the specs on the
suit and my body would retain the shape of the suit, also for two hours after
removing it. Where the weight went, it didn't say. Whew!! As Alice said,
"curiouser and curiouser."
Well, nothing for it now but to watch the final tape and see what IT would do
to me. I was almost getting used to feeling and looking like I did now, and I
WAS curious to see how that last tape would affect me. I knew that all these
changes would fade and vanish once I was out of this bodysuit. The Spec
manual that came with it said it would, and they can't lie, right? I mean
that would be bad for their business! So, reassured that I could still quit
this at any time I wanted, I popped the last tape in, sat down on the couch
again and put on that damned helmet. " I am gonna have to talk to the people
that make these tapes," I thought. "Don't they realize how this stupid helmet
thing messes up ones' hair?! Four hours later, I woke up. I sat there for a
moment and then I took off the helmet and stored it away in the box it came
in, along with the tapes. When I was done with that I straightened up and
looked at Cary. He was giving me one of those, "WHAT THE HECK?" looks. As I
walked away from the living room and into the kitchen, I noticed that I
seemed to be moving differently. I mean, I was swaying and mincing along on
those heels that I had forgotten I was wearing, just as sexily as any natural
born woman would and it seemed strange for a second but then I thought,
"Well, how else would I move? I AM a woman, right?" I mean, look at me. I am
one foxy redhead with a dynamite figure and a face made for modeling. I am
GORGEOUS!!!
I looked back at Cary and he still had that dumb look on his face. I giggled
at him and said, "What's the matter, Cary boy. Haven't you ever seen a woman
before?" He kind of gurgled a little bit at me and seemed to be having
problems finding his voice. When he finally did, it sounded like he was going
through puberty all over again, kind of cracking and all over the scale.
"My, Gosh, Jim. I can't believe what I am seeing and hearing. I mean, I was
at the test sessions of these bodysuits with all the other investors in AG
DELIVERY but, WOW!!! To actually see it happen right in front of me like this
is absolutely AMAZING!!! You look incredible!! If I didn't KNOW that you are
old pal, Jim inside a bodysuit, I SWEAR, I would never believe it!!! I mean,
the way you are MOVING, your VOICE, even little things like the way you hold
your arms and hands, I, I, I", and here, my old college buddy, Cary, shocked
me and shook me to the foundations of my psyche, "You are SEXY, my friend",
he said in an wondering tone of voice.
Even through the programming that I now realized was on those tapes, I felt a
bit lost for a minute. I actually stopped and thought, "He's right! I mean
let's not kid ourselves here. With this suit on, and these clothes, the
makeup, and hair, and all of it, I AM HOT!!! and I'm a GUY!!!" At that point,
some more of the programming must have kicked in because my very next thought
was, "NO! I can't be a guy! Not with this body and face. Not looking like I
do!
For about ten minutes, this conflict raged through my mind. I sat down on a
kitchen chair to try and settle my thoughts and remember who I really was.
Then, something else clicked and I could now think of myself as BOTH a guy
AND as a woman!! I mean they were almost like separate parts of my mind, one
side with female thoughts and one side with my male thoughts. I could,
seemingly access either side at will!!! This led to a series of dizzy spells
as my mind attempted to make sense out of nonsense. It's a good thing I was
already sitting down or else I would have fallen down!
Cary and I decided, at that point that I had gone through enough for one day.
Maybe too much for one day! We packed everything else back into the boxes and
called it a day.
Sunday:
I awoke and blearily looked at the clock radio next to my bed. 10:30 AM. I
laid there for a moment, still in that pleasant in-between place where I
wasn't fully awake and wasn't fully asleep. As I became more wakeful, things
started making their presences known. Things like breasts, and long hair in
my face and um, a lack of something between my legs. Uh-huh. Not a dream.
Nope. A few more seconds of disconnected thought and then I sat straight up,
suddenly wide awake, as things remembered crashed in on me. The bodysuit,
those tapes, the clothes.
I threw back the blankets and gazed at what had to be the most gorgeous
female body it had ever been my privilege to see and another thought snuck up
on me. * UH, JIM? That hot looking redhead? She is YOU!* Curiously, I didn't
freak out and start screaming. Instead, I admired the way my waist nipped in
to a slimness I had never known in my entire life, and continued on down,
expanding as it went to lushly curved hips and the LONGEST legs I had ever
seen. And those breasts! To call them beautiful would have been damning them
with faint praise.
I cupped them in my slender and feminine hands and felt their weight. I
didn't find any of this unusual and, somewhere in the back of my mind a
thought niggled at me that I should find this strange since I was not a
woman! Oh well, enough of this, was my very next conscious thought and I got
off the bed and headed for the bathroom to attend to another pressing matter.
As I sat there on the toilet, I remembered everything that had happened to me
since Friday when I had opened those boxes, right up to last nights seeming
revelations about what the bodysuit and those video tapes had done to me. I
could, it seemed, access all of my memories as a guy named Jim Mathews but I
felt no embarrassment or discomfort with looking how I did now. I finished up
and wiped and pulled up my panties, then stood facing the full length mirror
on the back of the bathroom door. Looking at my? face, I examined it
critically, noticing the smooth pale skin, full lips, sensuous green eyes and
cute slightly upturned nose. "Very sexy looking face", I remember thinking.
I started drawing a bath thinking that, since this would be my first full day
as a good looking woman, I should be clean and fresh. I added some bath
crystals that must have been left here by one of Cary's girlfriends and, when
the tub was full, I slid slowly into the hot, scented water. I could actually
feel it as if it were my own skin! As I began to soap up I also realized that
I could feel every single movement of my hands on my skin just as if there
were nothing there but real girl! "Amazing", I thought to myself again. I
never had even thought of experiencing something like this and I sure as hell
never thought I would be this calm about it if I ever did have the chance to
experience it! "Those tapes and this suit are, incredible, absolutely
freaking unbelievable!"
Well, I spent a looong time in that tub, just feeling, and experiencing the
differences. No, I didn't do "That", even though I WAS tempted. Somehow it
just didn't seem to be very important to find out what it might feel like to
have a female orgasm. It was much more important to be clean and sweet
smelling and ready to face what would be, I was sure, a VERY busy day. I
opened the bathroom door and went back into my bedroom and started selecting
clothes for the day. I seemed to know exactly what to choose and how it would
look on me. After the steamy air in the bathroom had cleared, I went back in
and carefully began to apply some makeup. Again, I seemed to know just how to
apply it and how much to use. With my hair wrapped up in one of those turban
things that women always seem to use to get the extra moisture out of their
hair after a bath or shower, I performed the age old ritual of "making myself
pretty" without any wasted motions. When I was done with that, I took the
turban off my head and began drying my hair. That went very smoothly and much
faster than I thought it would and when I finished with that and brushing my
hair out, I, as Ricardo might have said, "Looked Mmmmahvelous, dahling!"
As I left the bathroom wearing just panties, my hips swaying back and forth
and my breasts jiggling, I heard noises from the direction of Cary's room,
indicating to me that he was also waking up. I hurried across the hall into
my bedroom and closed the door. After all, a girl can't have her best guy
friend seeing her in just her flimsies and skimpies, right? I dressed in the
clothes I had chosen, basically just another of the uniforms, a pair of light
blue short shorts and a very pretty white blouse with small pearl buttons,
and opened the door to go to the kitchen to prepare some breakfast. I
stopped, briefly at the boxes and found a pair of 3 inch heels that just
seemed to go with the outfit I was wearing and slipped them on and continued
into the kitchen, having no problems walking in those heels and not even
really thinking about it, then.
As I started cooking eggs, bacon and toast, I found myself humming a little
tune and sounding, for all the world like a happy girl starting the day!
About ten minutes later, Cary staggered into the kitchen, wearing a bathrobe
and a thick layer of beard. Cary isn't a morning person, or had you figured
that out for yourselves by now? He started the coffee maker and looked at me.
His face went from tired looking to an expression of WHAT THE -----!!, in
about two seconds and finally settled down to a bemused look of curious
wonder. I smiled at him and chirped, "Good morning Cary" in my new high
feminine voice and he seemed to hesitate a minute before he answered me.
"Jim, that IS still you in there, right?", he said in a tone of voice that
indicated to me that he wasn't completely sure of what my answer might be.
"Of course it is, hun." I replied. " It's just a different Jim than you
remember, is all. I mean, I AM still Jim, but I feel very comfortable with
the way I look and feel right now. The way I am moving and acting feels
totally normal to me and although I know who I am and remember all of the
things that make me Jim, I still feel very feminine and, strangely enough,
unconcerned about my changed appearance and actions. So, what would you like
for breakfast?," I asked him, turning back to the stove. "Um, I think just
coffee," he responded. Lots and lots of coffee! This is gonna take some
getting used to, my friend. Oh," he added, "there are a lot of things in
those bags I brought back yesterday. Clothes, jewelry, and more shoes and
underwear. I figured that you wouldn't want to wear just the uniforms all the
time this week and I picked up some things while I was out.
I actually squealed in delight at that and, taking the still unfinished
breakfast off the burners, I RAN into the living room to investigate the
contents of those bags! I found several skirts and blouses along with some
very naughty looking underwear that HAD to have come from Victoria's Secret.
I also found several pairs of earrings, some necklaces, bracelets and even
rings, and a very feminine looking watch! I was actually very excited over
all these female goodies and couldn't wait to try them on but I decided to
finish breakfast first. I did pick out some matching earrings, a necklace and
a couple of bracelets that looked good with what I was wearing and put them
on, feeling somehow more "complete". Then I went back into the kitchen to
finish cooking and, on the way, I actually hugged Cary! He was a bit shocked
but, after a second or two, returned the hug.
"Thank you so very much, Cary," I murmured into his chest. "You have been
really helpful and kind to me through all of this and I really appreciate
what you have done for me in helping me get this job and everything. The
clothes are just lovely and I really love them and all the other things you
bought for me. I know I should be really freaked out over all of this but,
somehow, I'm not. It must be the programming from those tapes and, even
knowing THAT, I am still very happy right now. This whole thing is turning
into the adventure of a lifetime for me and even if it doesn't work, I will
always be grateful to you for giving me this chance."
Cary and I held the hug for a couple of minutes and then I felt him tense up
and he gently broke the hug, saying, "Ummm, Jim, maybe we shouldn't be doing
this. I mean, the way you look right now makes me want to hold you and, well,
other things but I have to remember that inside all of that is my old college
drinking buddy Jim Marshall, the guy I chased women with and got drunk with.
Let's just keep things on an even keel here and I will try my best to
remember who you really are. I hope you will do the same because things could
get awfully weird and complicated if either one of us forgets, and I don't
think I wanna go there.
I gave Cary a little pout and said, "Okay you old spoilsport, but don't blame
me if I find it difficult to maintain a discreet distance from you. The way I
feel right now, well, I enjoyed that hug and I think I want more of it. Oh, I
know what I'm saying and how it sounds to you, knowing that I am guy inside
this suit, but I DO feel an attraction to you and I kinda like it! Again,
Cary got that odd look on his face that I had seen a few other times this
weekend. A kind of bemused/wondering/almost sad look, that I really hadn't
connected with anything but was becoming a bit worrisome to me.
Oh well, I couldn't think about that now. I was feeling too good about just
being alive on this first morning of my new life. The thing is, I never felt
out of place or weird about what I was doing through all of this. The
programming in those tapes wouldn't let me. It made me feel comfortable with
looking and feeling and acting like a woman! So, once breakfast was out of
the way and Cary had showered and gotten dressed, we decided to go out and do
a little shopping and getting used to me looking like I did.
All through the rest of the day, I did notice the differences between the way
I was doing things as I was now, as opposed to the way I would have done the
same things as Jim. Just walking was different, with my hips swaying back and
forth drawing looks from men wherever we went and it seemed to me that every
time I noticed some guy watching me, I put a little bit "extra" into my walk
making my hips sway just that much more. I noticed the jiggling of my
breasts, but not as much as you might think. After a couple of hours, I
actually forgot about it, or at least paid no more attention to it.
Cary and I shopped a bit, and I embarrassed him a couple of times in places
like Victoria's and Fredericks where I loudly asked his opinion on one flimsy
piece of underwear or another and gaily laughing at him when he'd turn red. I
just felt great! I was actually having fun as a woman and didn't think
anything about it. We stopped and ate at a nice restaurant and I had my first
chance to use a ladies room. The stories are right, by the way. For the most
part, ladies bathrooms are much cleaner and larger than men's rooms.
Offsetting that is the occasional line one has to wait in and pray that the
"hold it in" muscles are in good shape!
Anyway, after being out for about 6 hours, we headed back to the apartment to
wind down and prepare me for my first day of work. We got back at about 6 PM
and, while I put away the few things I had bought along with the things Cary
had gotten me the day before, Cary went about ordering dinner from a really
nice place he knew about that actually delivered things like prime rib!
Dinner arrived about an hour later and after we ate and cleaned up the
dishes, we sat and talked about this and that. We went over exactly what we
knew and didn't know about the bodysuit and the programming on those tapes.
Then we both showered, SEPARATELY, thank you, and got ready for a quiet
evening of television. Around 11 PM I called it a night and went to bed. Yes,
I DID experiment with my "new" body that night. It was.......interesting, and
'nuff said about that!
I awoke with the alarm clock beeping at me and as I reached out to shut it
off, I took notice of the smooth and very feminine hand and nails at the end
of my hairless arm, but other than noticing it, I paid no real attention to
it. I padded into the bathroom and began drawing a bath. I wanted to be as
fresh and feminine as I could possibly be for my first day at my new job. I
was very excited and anxious to begin work and as soon as I felt I was clean
enough, I jumped out of the tub and dried off. It took me about 45 minutes to
do my hair and makeup and then I dressed in the wool skirt and white tie off
top that I had worn the first time I had tried on the uniforms and added
earrings, bracelets and a matching necklace along with a few rings. Then I
grabbed my keys and headed out the door to my car.
Taped to my steering wheel, I found a note from Cary. It said, "Best of luck
on your first day. I'll be pulling for you but I KNOW you will be great at
your new job and in your new role." New role? I wondered what he meant by
that, exactly. I mean, ok maybe you could consider posing as a woman to get
work a role but somehow I didn't think Cary meant it that way. Don't ask me
why I thought that but there was a small something niggling at the back of my
mind. I just couldn't put words to it. Oh well, it was a beautiful day and I
was going to my first day at a new job and my mood improved quickly until I
forgot about that small something and just enjoyed driving with the wind in
my hair.
As I pulled into the parking lot at AG DELIVERY, I noticed some of the cars
that belonged to the other new men that I had met in the training program. I
parked my car, grabbed my purse and locked the car doors. I walked
unhurriedly into the building and found Carol waiting there with a clipboard.
She looked at me and smiled. "I'm glad to see you Jim. I told everyone that
YOU would be one of the ones who didn't back out of this job just because it
was too weird to be impersonating a woman. Now, the first thing we have to do
is find a feminine name for you. I t seems ridiculous to be calling a
beautiful woman Jim!" and she laughed a little bit at that.
"Well, I said, "how about Ginny? That's pretty close to Jimmy and that's what
a lot of people have called me over the years. That way I won't be surprised
or confused when someone calls me Ginny." Carol smiled at me again and said,
" That's just perfect. From now on, when you are at work or in your suit, you
are Ginny," and she wrote something on that clipboard she had. Then she
looked up at me and said, "Why don't you go ahead in to the briefing room,"
and she pointed towards a room behind her, "and meet the rest of the new
"girls"." I smiled at her and said thanks and moved around her and into the
room she had indicated.
As I entered the briefing room I saw 4 other women seated around a table and
I walked over to join them. We re-introduced ourselves and while we all had
what I would call a sheepish smile on our faces, no one seemed to be the
least bit uncomfortable with looking like we did. Carl had become Carla, a
very attractive blonde just a bit taller than I. Jerry had become Jeri, a
dynamite brunette just the same size as I. Danny had become Dana, a knockout
with long, lustrous black hair and Terry had become Terri, an absolutely
gorgeous blonde about 4 inches taller than I now was. We sat there and talked
about our experiences over the weekend and our expectations about our first
day at this new job. I wondered when we were going to actually bet started
but I felt quite at ease talking with these women who, just last Friday had
been men just like me. No one seemed to be the least bit concerned or
embarrassed about their sudden sex change and we chatted like old friends.
Just then I realized that Frank wasn't here. He HAD seemed really disgruntled
about all the things that happened last Friday and I had wondered if he would
show up today, even considering the veiled and not so veiled threats that had
been leveled at us when we had picked up all our boxes full of stuff. I knew,
or at least I assumed, that all those threats were probably just so much
smoke to get us to at least TRY to do this job and see if this wild
experiment would actually work or not Certainly no one could "blackball"
anyone for not showing up or for deciding not to take part in what was
certainly a strange kind of job. I had figured that if anyone had decided not
to show up, the company would just get their bodysuit and clothes back and
the person would be able to go on their way. Surely nobody would be prevented
from trying to get another job just because they didn't want to impersonate a
woman!
We talked about Frank and some other things for a bit until Carol came in
with another woman, a very attractive redhead with slightly darker hair than
mine. She was introduced as Ms. Smith the dispatcher/driver's representative.
Carol told us that she would be our representative with the Union which we
all would have to join and for any disputes with management, she would be our
liaison. Carol then began to fill us in on our new duties
We would be assigned routes in different areas of L.A. so there would be no
duplication of effort. Our hours would be from 8 A.M. to 6 P.M. Mondays
through Fridays with an occasional Saturday morning if some deliveries
couldn't be made during the week for one reason or another. We were required
to wear our bodysuits constantly during work hours and, additionally, might
be asked to wear them at certain other times if the company needed us to any
P.R. work like commercials of public meetings. We were instructed to be very
polite to ALL of the customers we delivered to and, as a matter of fact, we
were told to be always smiling and happy appearing because it would reflect
well on the company. Our time off was our own and we could spend it any way
we wanted as long as we did nothing that would make the company look bad. We
would be allowed to wear our bodysuits, if we wanted, while off duty, but if
we did, we would be under even closer scrutiny because we would be
recognizable as drivers for the company.
We were also told a few more things about our bodysuits. First and foremost
was the fact that they were as tough and resilient as our own skin. If they
got cut, they would heal much the same as our own skin as long as the cut
wasn't too large or deep. I mean, they wouldn't regrow a cut off finger or
anything like that but for smaller things like one would get as a consequence
of everyday living, they were just as resilient as our own skin and maybe
just a shade tougher. They would tan as our own skin would so we could even
wear them to the beach if we wanted to. They were, however highly resistant
to the cancer causing rays of the sun so, in that sense, they were actually
BETTER than our own skin. Other than that and a few small matters of
maintenance they bodysuits could be treated as if it were our own skin.
Then, Carol spent some time explaining about the business and it's goals. We
first new hires were to be the vanguard, as it were, of more like us. If we
proved to be successful, a lot more people would be hired. The ultimate goal
was to have over 100 drivers and delivery people working at AG DELIVERIES,
and we would be delivering mainly to the downtown business community where,
obviously, the money was. Since we 5 were the first hired, and were the ones
upon whom the success of the company would hinge, we were offered all the
incentive packages that I mentioned earlier, like full hospitalization and
dental plans, a full participation 401K plan and stock options as well as
travel and meal allowances. The fact that we were really men wearing female
bodysuits was to be kept a deep dark secret for obvious reasons. If the word
ever leaked out that we weren't really women, all kinds of flak would come
down on the company from Women's groups, the ACLU, and the State Government.
The idea was though, with our own male strength and the shapes of good
looking women, the work and lifting involved with the job would be easier and
we would be better able to handle ourselves in any kind of physical emergency
like self defense. I know, I know, some of you out there are saying, "well
that is a really sexist thing to say and think", and I can't argue with you.
I only know what they told us and it seemed to make sense to us at the time.
It was lunch time by the time Carol and Ms. Smith finished with their
briefings and so we all trooped across the street to a nice little restaurant
and ordered. We used the time it took for our food to arrive to get to know
one another a little bit better, and by the time our food did arrive we were
all a lot more comfortable with one another, seemingly on our way to becoming
friends.
After lunch we all went back across the street and were taken, by Carol and
Ms. Smith to the garage where our new delivery vehicles were parked, for our
first look at them. They were sharp, I must admit. Sleek oversized vans, much
the same size as a UPS (tm) truck but much more streamlined and painted,
well, bright pink! It's a good thing that the programming on those tapes had
me feeling so comfortable with being a woman or I, my old male self, would
have been terminally embarrassed to be seen anywhere is the vicinity of one
of those, waaay too feminine, vehicles. On the side of each one of the vans
were the words, A.G. DELIVERIES, and underneath the words, the company logo
which consisted of a very pretty cartoon of a lovely woman in the A.G.
DELIVERIES uniform handing a package to a business suited man. Both had big
smiles on their faces and the male figure seemed to be looking directly at
the delivery girl's, well, chest.
I wondered if this cartoon might not be a bit too much as I figured that it
would draw the wrath of many civil liberties groups but I didn't say
anything. I assumed that the powers that be in the company would have made
sure that everything was kosher, legally and I didn't feel it was my place to
question their decisions, at least not right then. Maybe later I would ask
Cary of Carol about it. We got in one of the vans and Carol and Ms. Smith
showed us the layout of the dashboard and where all the controls were. Every
van had a full communications setup and they were all air conditioned and
equipped with state of the art built in AM/FM/Cassette/Disc stereo systems
designed to automatically lower the volume whenever a call came in on the two
way radios.
After our familiarization with the layout of the vans, we each drove one
around the parking lot sor awhile to get used to the handling of such a large
vehicle. There was a sort of driving course, laid out on the pavement of the
lot and we all had to drive that course until we could all maneuver the large
vehicle without problems. Automatic transmissions and power steering helped a
lot. Once we mastered the course, we all went for a drive in the city, itself
for further training. Inside each van was a booklet describing exactly what
to do in the case of an emergency whether it was just a flat tire or a
traffic stop right up to and including what to do in the event of a major
accident. Every van was also equipped with a satellite tracking system and a
fully stocked first aid kit. It seemed that nothing had been overlooked.
There were even three fire extinguishers located strategically about the
vehicle. "Very impressive", I remember thinking. The rest of our first day
was spent going over procedures and signing paperwork. Some of that paperwork
was,, apparently, to legalize our identities for the purposes of obtaining
drivers licenses for all of us with our female names and pictures on them. We
were told that they would be ready for us when we came in for work the
following morning.
Now, I imagine it has crossed all of your minds that it seems that an AWFUL
lot of money had been spent with NO guaranty of any kind of commensurate
return. I know it did cross my mind a time of two. Hell, looking at this
thing logically, the cost of the bodysuits alone had to be in the tens of
thousands of dollars, right? Well don't overwork your logic circuits. All
will become clear as I progress with my tale of my journey towards womanhood.
***********************
Chapter Two
As we ended that day at work, I was feeling totally relaxed with looking and
feeling like the beautiful woman I was masquerading as and, from my talks
with the other "guys" I could tell that they were experiencing the same
feelings as I was. We laughed (well, giggled, actually)at almost everything
and I actually caught myself flirting with a couple of (gulp) guys who were
working on the loading dock. They started to come over to us to talk, i
guess, but, just then, Ms. Smith came back out and asked us all to come back
inside for the final part of orientation. I gave the guys a smile and so did
the other "girls" and we all headed back inside.
We filed into the orientation room and sat down and Ms. Smith started to
speak.
"Well girls, you have gone through your first couple of days as women. From
the looks of things you are all feeling very at ease and comfortable with
your new looks. Any questions?" she asked.
I spoke up since we had decided that I would be the "spokesperson"for our
little group.
"Yes, Ms. Smith, I have a couple of questions. Number one is, When we take
these suits off, what happens to us? I mean the training that was on those
tapes was very thorough and I don't necessarily want to act like a woman when
I don't look like one. Number two, How long can these suits be worn before
they become too uncomfortable or, for whatever reason, HAVE to be taken off?
And number three, Is there any danger of us getting trapped in these things?
She gave me one of those looks like I had seen Cary give me once in awhile
since this whole thing began and said,
"Those are excellent questions, Ginny, and I am glad you have asked them. I
had planned to go into these explanations anyway." She sat down with us and
it seemed to me that she was trying to be friendly and, well, almost
condescending at the same time. She then continued, saying, "When you take
these suits off, which you will probably do for the first time on this coming
Saturday, you will find that all of the temporary characteristics that you
have acquired since putting them on, will fade into the back of your minds
and should not come to the fore again until you put the suits back on. The
programming is keyed to your appearances and when you put the suit back on
and look into any mirror, the programming will re assert itself. Oh there MAY
be some very minor disorientation this first time when you remove the suit
because of the length of time you will have been wearing it, but it will be
very minor, I assure you."
"Your second question is not quite so easy to answer since these particular
suits are the newest things available. According to all of our research and
development people, You should be able to wear these suits indefinitely
without discomfort and, unless there is a valid medical reason for removal of
the suit, you could, theoretically and, if you wanted to, wear these suits 24
hours a day, 7 days a week for the rest of your life. All that is ever needed
as far as maintenance is concerned is to just bathe of shower regularly. As a
matter of fact, I have been wearing this one for almost a month solid now and
I feel just fine. I even think that, as I wear the suit, it seems to gain
more natural feeling as regards tactile senses."
Now, I have to stop here for a second and tell you about the reactions of all
us "girls" at this revelation of Ms. Smith because they ARE worth mentioning!
Every one of us had our mouths hanging wide open, looking like fly traps with
lipstick around the edges of them! I definitely recall hearing gasping sounds
coming from at least three of us and I also remember hearing things like NO
WAY! And WELL I'LL BE DAMNED! And other expressions of disbelief! It took a
moment for me to, A. catch my breath and, B. find my voice. When I did, a lot
of gibberish spewed out of my mouth until my brain caught up and slowed me
down. The first thing I said that made any sense at all, sounded like,
"You!.. BUT, BUT,.. That's a!......WHAT THE.........! Yeah, I know! That
doesn't sound like anything intelligent but it was the best I could do at the
time! I mean, we were all shocked and confused and well, jabbering like a
bunch of (gulp) women! Well, after all that died down a little bit, Ms. Smith
stood up and put her hands up to the back of her head and we all heard a
rrrrrrrrripping noise like velcro makes when you pull it apart. She pulled at
the back of her head and her face changed! It got, well, weird looking like
she was taking off a mask which, as it turned out, she was! In a few seconds
she had enough of the face pulled off her head that we could see who it
really was. It was Mr. FRANKLIN!!! The guy who had hired me!
"That's right, gals" he said. " I'm the fella who hired you all! The only
time in the last month that I have had this bodysuit off was the day I
interviewed and hired you. The rest of the time I have spent as Ms. Smith so
I can reassure you that the wear time for those suits that you have on is as
advertised. When I did take this suit off for the one day, I experienced NO
"bleedover" from the programming at all." She, well, he, aw whoever it was,
then pulled the false face and hair back up around her head and resealed it
and in just as long as it takes to tell it, there was Ms. Smith again,
smiling at us! She then carried on as if nothing at all out of the ordinary
had happened.
"As to your third question, can you get "trapped in those suits? Not as far
as I know and not as far as our R&D people can predict. As you can guess,
though, your suits are just a bit more advanced than the one I am wearing and
we don't have ALL the test data back yet but all indications seem to point to
the fact that those suits will come off as easily as they went on. Now I do
have one word of caution. If you should ever be completely doused in very hot
water, say about 140 degrees or so, you MUST take the suit off before you dry
off. If you don't, well, then there is a chemical reaction that takes place
and the material of the suit bonds with whatever is inside it at the time it
dries, and, as far as we can tell, it would become inseparable from your own
skin. In fact it WOULD BE your new skin. That's the only warning I know of at
this time and it seems a remote possibility so I wouldn't worry about it."
Any other questions?"
Well, I couldn't think of anything else right then and even if I could have I
doubt I could have vocalized it! Ms. Smith took our silence as an indication
that we had no more to ask and got up to leave. "Okay, ladies. If that's all,
I will expect to see you all back here Bright and early tomorrow morning for
your first real delivery runs. Since you five have stuck with it up to this
point with no complaints and seem to be willing to carry on with this
experiment, I am authorized to tell you that, in with your first paycheck,
there will be a bonus of 100 shares of company stock worth, right now about
10 dollars a share. I don't expect you to sell them but if you want to, you
cannot until you have held them for a year or more from their issuing date.
We can hold them for you in the company vaults or you can store them in your
own safe deposit boxes at your bank of choice. Congratulations and, on behalf
of the company and all the investors, Thank you all for your courage and
commitment. We are breaking new ground here and there is no telling where we
can go from here!" Then she shook our hands and left the room, looking for
all the world to be a gorgeous female and moving like one.
We sat around and I guess we were all gathering our thoughts because nobody
said anything for several minutes. Carl/Carla finally said, in a subdues tone
of voice, "Wow! That was certainly an eye opener! I never would have guessed
that she was him, I mean that he was... that Ms......" and he just sort of
petered out at that point with an amazed look on his/her face, I guess, at
this point I should refer to everyone as the gender they looked like at the
time. It would make things easier.
No one else spoke up so I finally said, "Well, we might as well head for home
or do any of you want to go out for a drink? I think I could use one after
what we just saw and heard. Also, in case you missed it, each of us is gonna
get a thousand dollar bonus in our first checks! What do you say, Jeri, Dana,
Carla, Terri? Feel like a little celebration drink? There's a nice looking
little place just down the street from that restaurant across the street from
here. I noticed it when we were coming in to work this morning. Maybe we
could get something to eat there as well."
It's an indication of how well the programming on those tapes had worked on
us because with the exception of Dana, all the rest of the Girls agreed with
me. Dana said she had to get back home and talk this whole thing over again
with her girlfriend so she couldn't join us this time but she promised that
she would go with us the very next time. We did the female, "kiss, kiss"
thing goodbye and headed out to our cars. We paraded out of the parking lot
and Dana went her way and the rest of us drove down the street to a little
place called The Stumble Inn. Yeah, I know. Cutsie name, but it actually
looked like a chic little place so we parked out front and went in to check
it out. I guess we must have beaten the supper crowds because the place was
pretty empty when we walked in.
A cute little brunette waitress greeted us and said, "Good evening ladies.
Table for four?" I looked around and noticed that the place was nicely
decorated and there were also no seedy looking drunks passed out at the bar,
always a plus for an Inn, in my opinion, and answered,
"Yes, that'll be just fine." She took us over to a secluded table and, after
we were all seated, took our drink orders and left us menus saying she would
be right back with our drinks and to take our dinner orders. "Well", I
thought, "so far, so good. The place looks clean and respectable, there are
no stains on the menus OR the tablecloths, and the waitress is friendly." We
sat and talked a bit and perused the menus and in a few minutes, she was back
with our drinks. She placed them on the table and whipped out an order pad
and asked if we were ready to order. When we had finished ordering, she
gathered up the menus and started to move away from the table but stopped and
turned back towards us and asked.
"Are you ladies working at that new delivery place up the street? I've never
seen any of you before and I know they are just starting up." We replied in
the affirmative and she continued. "Do you know if there are any more
openings there? My husband has been out of work for almost two months and we
are getting kind of desperate, moneywise. He was a driver for another
delivery firm that went out of business and I am sure he would fit right in
at that new place."
We all damn near lost it at that point and I made a show out of taking a sip
of my drink before I answered her. "Well, honey," I said, "I will ask at the
office up there and see if they need any more people but don't get your hopes
up. I have no idea if they are going to be hiring anyone else, for a little
while at least." I managed to get that out without strangling on my own
laughter AND without laughing in that poor girl's face. I could picture her
hubby in one of these bodysuits and the more I pictured it, the more I had to
laugh, until I couldn't hold it back anymore, and I just burst out in a full
belly laugh which, by the way, sounded very weird in my female voice.
At that point, all bets were off and the other three at the table broke up as
well and for a few minutes we were all just shrieking with laughter and had
tears rolling down our cheeks.
When I could see again, I noticed that poor girl had an angry look on her
face and I realized that she must have thought we were laughing at her!
Before she could say anything I held up my hand, palm towards her and,
through my giggling, I said, "Please, honey, don't be mad. We aren't laughing
at you. It has been rough getting trained up there and today was the final
training. We are all just so relieved that it's finally over and we will be
really starting work tomorrow that we decided to stop here and celebrate and
I'm afraid we got a bit carried away for a second there. Please forgive us."
The angry look slowly left her face to be replaced by a questioning, "I'm not
sure" look, and she turned and walked away to place our orders.
I elbowed Jeri who was sitting next to me in the booth and I said, "We have
to leave her a really nice tip" to all of the girls. She'll remember us now
and if we ever have to come in here again, she will treat us better if we tip
well and leave her with a good taste in her mouth about us." OK, ok, bad
choice of words but that set everyone off again and it was one of those
things where whatever was said was funny, even if it wasn't and we were just
recovering, finally, when the waitress came back with our food. She set the
food down on the table and took our mysteriously empty drink glasses. I
didn't remember drinking mine but, then, I didn't remember much of the last
15 or 20 minutes. I had been laughing too hard and having too much fun with
the other girls.
We reordered drinks, going with a light wine this time since we were going to
have to drive when we left here and I took the opportunity to reassure the
waitress, Betty was her name, that we were really sorry if it had seemed that
we had been laughing at her. She smiled a little bit and said it was ok and
left us to enjoy our dinner. The food was very good and Betty's service
couldn't have been better. We all had a good time that afternoon/evening and,
all to soon the time had come to part company until the next morning. We left
Betty a really good tip, about 35 dollars altogether and paid our bill and
left the Inn, promising to come back again and we meant it too. Then we all
went to our cars and headed our separate ways home.
On the way home, I did a lot of thinking about where I was and what I was
doing. Okay, I'm out on the west coast, California. Sunshine, movie stars,
beach bunnies. What could be wrong with that? Well, let's see. The first
thing that comes to mind is, I LOOK LIKE ONE OF THE BEACH BUNNIES!!!!! Now I
want you all to understand where my mind was at this particular time. I was
thinking, acting, sounding and moving like a real woman. My responses became
more feminine with every hour I spent inside this bodysuit, BUT, I didn't
feel weird about it or concerned at all. Instead, I felt relaxed, happy and
well, feminine! I remember thinking, "Boy, if they ever patent the
programming they used on me and the others, they'll make a fortune to go with
the fortune they are gonna make by selling these bodysuits." And THEN it hit
me!
WAIT ONE DAMNED MINUTE HERE!!!!! That thought came slamming into my brain
like a runaway freight train! I had to pull over to the side of the
expressway or I would have lost control of the car for sure. I just sat there
shaking for a few minutes, trying to work through that thought but I knew I
wasn't gonna work it out just sitting here at the side of the road. Besides,
some cop could come along and I had no I.D. that would match the way I
looked. So I pulled back onto the roadway and cautiously made my way back to
Cary's apartment. When I got there, I parked in the lot and practically ran
up to the apt, unlocked the door and slammed it closed behind me. I threw my
purse in the direction of the couch, kicked my high heels into the corner of
the room and flung myself into the easy chair.
I sat there, halfway angry and halfway scared for about 2 hours or so, trying
to figure out what the hell was going on here and why Cary had been lying to
me! He had to have been lying, after all. NOBODY would go to THIS much
trouble to set up a delivery service! There HAD to be another reason but what
could it be? I got up from the easy chair and began pacing around the room.
Sometimes that helps me think but this time I came up with nothing. I was
going to have to have more information before any of this would make sense. I
also realized that I wasn't going to be able to talk to Cary about any of my
suspicions until I knew where he stood in all of this. I knew also that I
would have to clue in the other girls, unless they had already reached the
same conclusions I had. Could this be some kind of government thing? Or maybe
some BIG business secret? Or maybe..... Oh my GOD. Could this be an espionage
kind of....and with that thought, my mind spun off into several fantastic
and, to the best of my knowledge then, ridiculous scenarios.
The next time I looked at the clock, it was 9:45 PM and I was no closer to
figuring anything out than I had been out there on the road when the idea had
first hit me, and Cary still wasn't home. I took a quick shower and went to
bed, my mind reeling with thoughts of government conspiracies, and spy
agencies and big business plots. The one thing I definitely knew for sure was
that the next few days at work were going to be nerve wracking and very, very
interesting!
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Chapter Three
TUESDAY MORNING:
I awoke the next morning after a very sleepless night. My body had been tired
enough to sleep but my mind just wouldn't go into shut down mode. It kept
going over and over different scenarios that would offer some explanation for
all the weirdness that was going on. I mean you've got 5 guys who have
nothing in common, really, wearing bodysuits that make them look like
incredibly hot women. You have programming tapes that fill up their heads
with all the knowledge required to act, move, and react like the women they
appear to be. You even have the liquid that changes their voices so they
sound like women. What in the hell could the reason behind this actually be?
I could hear Cary's snores coming from behind his bedroom door so I must have
fallen asleep at some point during the night or I would have remembered
hearing him come in. Yeah, I had a lot of questions for him, too but I had to
be careful. I didn't want to give the fact that I had tumbled to whatever
scheme was going on, to Cary. I had to play this very close to the vest, as
card players say because I had a feeling that, WHATEVER was behind this
elaborate scheme, it wouldn't be real healthy for me or the other "girls" if
it became known that we knew something was going on. I wondered, briefly,
about letting the other "girls" know what I had figured out, thinking that
they might not be able to keep a secret, that they might panic when
confronted by the thought of some nefarious plot perpetrated by God only knew
who.
With those thoughts running through my tired mind, I got up and did my
morning ablutions. You know, shower, powder, makeup, all the things every guy
umm.. Girl does every morning. Take a drink of the voice changer and put the
bottle in my purse, just in case. Then I dressed in another of the provided
uniforms, this one an Ivory top and a very short light brown skirt with the
appropriate lacy under things. Then I brushed out my long red hair until it
shone and did a little styling with a curling iron. When I was satisfied with
how I looked, I went into the kitchen to fix something to eat.
I debated with myself as to whether I ought to wake Cary up and I decided to
let him sleep. I wasn't sure I could maintain a dumb act with him and I
didn't know how I should or could if I felt I should, bring up my suspicions
and discuss my concerns with him. I had to know more about what might be
going on and what Cary's role in all of it, if any, was. So I fixed myself a
quiet breakfast of fruit and juice. I sat there, eating and thinking, for
about 20 minutes before I decided that I could probably think clearer away
from the apartment so I finished up, took care of the dishes, put on my 3
inch work heels, grabbed my keys and my purse and went down to get into my
car. As I drove in to work that morning I tried to keep my mind on my
driving. Although we had gotten our new I.D. papers yesterday, including a
California drivers license with our new names on them, I wasn't anxious to
test them out if some over zealous public servant, namely a cop, decided that
I wasn't driving up to California standards. So I took it easy, staying with
traffic but not making waves, if you know what I mean. I arrived at work
about a half hour early and parked in the lot. I saw that Jeri's and Carla's
cars were already there and, after I locked my car, I walked across the
street for a quick cup of coffee before beginning work.
When I walked into the little diner across the street I saw Jeri and Carla
sitting in a booth and I walked over and sat down with them. I ordered a cup
of coffee when the waitress came over and after she left the three of us
talked for a bit about what we would be doing that day and how it would be to
actually deliver stuff looking and acting like lovely women. We talked a bit
about what it would be like to get hit on by guys and how we might handle
that, and just generally sounded like three working girls talking about their
new jobs. I wondered about bringing up my suspicions but I decided to wait
until all 5 of us could be together.
After about 15 minutes or so we finished our coffees and headed back across
the street to go to work. We went in the main doors and went to the
dispatchers office to get our keys and route sheets. We met Terri and Dana
there and, for a few minutes, it sounded just like every other group of
excited women I had ever heard. Little squeals of excitement and oohs and ahs
over who got which route and what part of the city and everyone complimenting
everyone else on how well their uniforms fit them and how pretty we all
looked. We had all seen the Ads on billboards about AG DELIVERIES on the way
to work. I thought, "wow, whoever is behind this, they sure do work fast!" I
hadn't seen any billboards on the way home yesterday. Then, the most curious
thing happened. The very second I got my route assignment something went
click in my head and instead of thinking about the "conspiracy", I found
myself walking over to a mirror and, when I got there, I checked my makeup
and jewelry! My thoughts were, all of a sudden, focused on how I looked and
the streets I would have to drive and the offices I would be delivering to! I
didn't think anything about it at the time. It was only later, after I found
out what this whole thing was all about, that I remembered what I am telling
you now.
I remember walking out to my delivery van which was already loaded with all
the things I would be delivering that day and, along with the other "girls"
we all "mounted up and headed out" on our respective routes. I don't remember
the specifics of that first day at all. I vaguely remember making deliveries
and flirting with men in the offices but it's all vague and hazy in my mind,
even now. The next thing I clearly remember, I was pulling my empty van into
the parking lot at AG. My route book was filled out and showed every delivery
I had made along with how much I had collected in fees and tips. It came to
over 1500 dollars in fees and over 200 dollars in tips! I found myself
walking back to the dispatcher's office and when I got there, I turned over
all the cash and checks I had gotten from the places I had delivered to. Then
I turned over my tips and the dispatcher said,
"Don't worry about your tip money, Ginny, You'll get it all back before you
leave today. We just want to document it and count it so we have an idea of
how much the customers appreciate the new service. Plus, this was an easy day
since it's the first on the routes for all you "new girls". As time goes on
the workload will get heavier and the fees and tips should grow
commensurately. Hell, girl, you could be bringing home over 3000 dollars a
day by the end of the week and taking home 4-600 dollars in tips!
That sounded like one hell of a lot of money to me and I couldn't imagine
what we were delivering that would garner THAT much money! But, like I said
earlier, I wasn't thinking really clearly right then and it wasn't until I
was punching out at the time clock that my mind got totally clear again. Even
then, I couldn't recall details of my day and after I punched out, I went
into the break room to get a cold drink and try to figure things out. I
bought a cold soda from one of the machines there and sat down to quench my
thirst and to think. Terri and Dana came in right about then and I could see
that they had sorta puzzled looks on their faces as well. They each got
something to drink and then sat down at the table with me.
We didn't talk much but, rather just kinda sat there, each of us thinking our
own private thoughts, I guess. After a few more minutes, Jeri and Carla came
in and they too had those puzzled looks on their faces. We all sat there
without talking for a few more minutes until Ms. Smith came in to the room.
She was all smiles and really elated at seeing us all there and began to
speak to us. "Girls! What a wonderful first day you had! Do you realize that,
together, you brought in almost 10 thousand dollars in fees and
almost1200dollars in tips? And this was an EASY day. Just imagine how much
you will be making by the end of this week alone, let alone the weeks to
come!" She was almost hugging herself in excitement and we all just stared at
her in amazement!
Then, and I DO remember this, although I apparently wasn't supposed to, she
said, "RUMBLESEAT!" In a very clear voice and, all of a sudden the details of
the entire day came rushing into my mind. I could recall every delivery,
every time I flirted with some guy and every moment of the day right up to,
and including, what I had for lunch! I thought, "Now that's really strange!
How come I couldn't remember all this just a little while ago?"
I pushed those thoughts back into the back of my mind for right then, though,
because I didn't want to arouse any suspicions. I could think about AFTER I
got out of the building and was on my way home. I didn't see any indications
on any of the other "girls" faces and that led me to believe that, incredible
as it might seem, some kind of hypnosis was at work here. Oh yeah! Real
suspicious! After all that stuff on those tapes, I should have been aware of
that a long time before now! Well, anyway, right after that, Ms. Smith handed
each of us an envelope that she told us contained our tips for the day. I
opened mine right then and counted it and it was correct, 255 dollars. The
other "girls" counted theirs as well and they all verified that the amounts
were correct.
We left and went to our cars, Jeri, Terri, Carla and Dana talking excitedly
about how much they had made in just one day. I was very quiet and Dana asked
me what was wrong. I said something about just being a little tired and I was
sure I would be fine the next morning. We parted company in the parking lot
and got into our cars for the trip home saying all the things women say when
they part after a day at work and doing those little finger wiggle waves at
each other. I sat down in my car and just sat there for a moment trying to
think all this out. There was no longer any doubt in my mind that something
was "rotten in the state of Denmark" as my Dad used to say, meaning that
there was something VERY wrong with this whole set up. I had to find the
answer and something was telling me I had to find it quick! I was beginning
to think that if I got into this thing TOO deeply, I might never get out! I
stopped at a little bar on the way home. I couldn't think clearly while
driving and I HAD to try and get some things straight in my mind. It ought to
tell you what frame of mind I was because I completely forgot about how I
looked right now! I walked into that place and it seemed like time just
stopped for a couple of seconds. Every male head in that bar turned towards
the door when I entered and I could actually feel the weight of every eye on
me. If I had ben a "real" woman at that point in time, I probably could have
smelled the testosterone beginning to permeate the air in there! I started to
turn around and leave but I really needed a drink and I thought, "Well, ok.
This bar is full of guys and they are all looking at me like a starving man
looks at a cut of rare prime rib but I can handle this. After all, I AM a
guy, no matter how I look and act. There's no way I can get in any trouble if
I just get a drink and sit by myself and think for a few minutes."
Ever hear that phrase that was popular at the time, YEAH RIGHT? Oh, brother
was I ever wrong! Inside of 2 minutes of my entering that bar I had 5 guys
practically hanging off my neck, all wanting to "buy me a drink" or saying
things like, "you look lonesome, baby, how's about you and me getting to know
each other better?" and even, (eeeeeew) "what's your sign?" Well, I finished
my first drink but before I could even put the glass down on the table I had
sat down at, 4 or 5 more drinks were almost pushed into my face by 4 or 5
different guys. One guy even had a cigarette lighter out and lit as if he
were giving me a light and I didn't even have a cigarette! Just then, I heard
a voice over the din of conversation and it said, "Hey guys! Why don't you
leave the little lady alone! The way you are all crowding around her she
probably can't even breathe! It was a deep and pleasant voice but I could
hear the all too apparent sound of command in it. It sounded like a voice
that would belong to a politician. The guys crowding around me kind of
straightened up and I could hear an intake of breath from more than one of
them as they turned to look over their shoulders at this intruder on THEIR
hunting grounds. When the guys parted a little ways I could see the
individual who had spoken. He was sitting at the bar and I wondered why I
hadn't seen him when I first came in. He was tall, though I couldn't tell
just how tall since he was seated. He had dark brown hair and was very rugged
looking but not ugly. You know the kind of guy I mean. Sort of like Stacey
Keach in that Mike Hammer TV show a few years back.
For a minute it was very quiet in the bar and then one of the guys around me
said, "Hey pal, why don't you mind your own damned business. This "lady", and
I could almost hear the quotes, "came in here looking for a little fun and we
intend to oblige her, don't we guys?" I could hear a murder of assent from
the other men around me and I figured I'd better think quick or there is
gonna be trouble here. Working out the odds I thought that one to one would
be better than 4 or 5 to one and I stood up and waved gaily at the guy at the
bar, calling out to him, "Well hello, darling. I was wondering when you would
get here!" All these nice gentlemen were keeping me from getting lonely!
Wasn't that nice of them?" I got up quickly and headed for the bar, swinging
my hips for all I was worth. I remember thinking, "Okay, if I can make it to
the bar without one of these guys stopping me, then I can run out the door
and be in my car before any of these guys can make it to the door."
Well, I made it to the bar okay but something made me stop and greet the
fella at the bar like he was a long lost friend or, gulp, lover! I put it
down to self preservation just then but later I realized that somehow I had
to have known that this guy was someone who would be able to help me out of
more than just THIS situation. I bent down and kissed him lightly on the
cheek and whispered, "Please help me get out of here" He looked in my eyes
and he must have seen the desperation in them because he reached out with
both arms and hugged me saying in a loud enough voice to be heard all over
the bar, "You got yourself in too deep again, didn't you, honey?" He looked
at those men again and said, "Fellas, this is my girl friend Nancy. We were
supposed to meet here at this time but she just can't resist flirting a
little bit with every guy she sees. I love her madly but sometimes she gets
in over her head. She didn't mean anything fellas and just to show you that
my heart is in the right place, I am gonna buy a round for the house!"
He turned to the bartender and told him to set 'em up and tossed a 50 dollar
bill on the bar. In that loud voice again, he said, "use that until it's
gone!" Then he stood up, put his arm around my waist and pulled me in close
to him and (YIKES!) KISSED me! I mean KISSED! Not your "glad to see ya
sweetie where we goin' to supper at" kind of kiss but a full on the lips,
mouth parted man to woman KISS! I started to struggle but then I realized
that if I did, it might ruin the illusion that we were boy and girl friends
so I just closed my eyes and went with it. I guess it must have been the
programming on those tapes that kicked in but, after a second or so, I began
to RESPOND to that kiss! My mouth opened all by itself and I felt his tongue
gently begin to search around in my mouth. I began to get a little short of
breath and I pushed gently at his chest. He broke the contact between our
lips and looked deeply into my eyes and I could see a question there. I
whispered, "Please just help me get out of here before I get gang raped by
those neanderthals over there. I have my car right outside and I can get away
before they can figure out what happened. I'll give you back your 50 bucks
but I gotta get out of here!"
He winked at me and seemed to understand because he stood up and said, "Okay,
Nancy. I forgive you, again, but one of these days I am gonna leave you in
whatever mess you get yourself into!" He Grabbed my hand and led me out of
that bar. The second we were outside, I breathed a sigh of relief and reached
in my purse for my car keys. My fingers also located the envelope with my
tips in it and I fished it out, opened it up and pulled out 50 dollars. I
looked up at him. Now that he was standing up I could see that he WAS tall!
About 6'3" and he looked to weigh in at about a solid 230 lbs, and I do mean
solid! He took the 50 dollars but kept hold of my hand and said' "OK doll,
what was that all about?" and he jerked his head in the direction of the bar.
You know, you are gonna get yourself in a lot of trouble jerking guys around
like you did in there. Maybe the next time there won't be somebody like me to
"rescue" you!"
I desperately wanted away from there and I was half afraid he would kiss me
again and half afraid he wouldn't! Somewhere in the back of my mind, though I
could hear JIM yelling at me and I realized that it had to be the programming
that was making me act like this! Ginny had been in charge for the past
several minutes and Jim wanted back at the reins of this runaway stagecoach!
I made an effort to push the Ginny part of me into the background and I was
partly successful. All of a sudden I felt revolted that this MAN had kissed
me and I had enjoyed it! My face must have betrayed my revulsion because he
suddenly got angry and said,
" Hey! I'm not that bad, am I? I mean, you seemed to enjoy my kiss back in
there and I thought, well, you know, that we might have made some kind of
'connection' of something!" He looked really disappointed and I thought
quickly and said, "No it isn't that you're bad looking or anything like that!
I just realized what could have happened to me in there and it made me a
little queasy is all. Really, thank you for rescuing me from that pack of
hyenas in there. If you hadn't come along I don't know how I would have EVER
gotten out of there! I laid it on pretty thick, playing the part of the
helpless female. He smiled at me then and I could see that it had worked, at
least partly. He looked around and then he said,
"Listen, my name is Joe Parsons. My friends call me Joey. My enemies call me
sir if they call me at all." He smiled at that and laughed a short little
laugh. "Just kidding honey, trying to break through the tension here. My name
really IS Joe Parsons though. I'm a private investigator and a pretty good
one if I do say so myself. I just finished a case today and I had stopped
here for a drink on my way back to my office to write up my report and a bill
for my client. What do you say we get out of here before that bunch of
velociraptors comes out here looking for you?" I didn't really want to go
anywhere with this guy but then I thought, If he's really a private
investigator and he is as good as he thinks he is, maybe he can help me with
this thing I have gotten myself into with AG DELIVERIES, so I said,
"Okay, Joe, my name is Ginny. How about you lead the way to your office and
I'll follow you in my car. That way I don't have to come back here to get it
and risk running into any of that bunch inside, again. Sound okay to you?"
He showed me that smile again and said "Okay, Ginny, That sounds good to me."
Joe walked to his car, a rather nondescript looking 3 year old Chevy and I
went to my car. He waited until I was ready before he pulled out of his
parking spot and I followed him for several blocks, thinking all the while,
"This is a stroke of real luck. If I can convince this guy that my story is
real and get him to help me, I just might get out of this with a whole skin.
Two of 'em in fact, if I can hang on to this bodysuit after it's all over.
The only thing is can I get him to help me even if he DOES believe me?"
TUESDAY EVENING:
I followed Joe into an underground parking garage with an attendant at the
entrance. Joe stopped and talked to the attendant for a minute and then
pointed back at me in my car. The guy smiled and waved at me and I followed
Joe into the garage. When we parked side by side in a couple of spaces and I
got out of the car, Joe got out of his car and came over to me. He took my
hand and led me towards a corner of the garage where, I saw, there was an
elevator. He was making small talk all the way over to the elevator. Nothing
of any moment or meaning, just the kind of things a guy says to a girl he's
just met and he wants to put her at her ease.
We got in the elevator and rode it up into the 12 story building to the top
floor where there was one of those pull up doors like in Highlander, the TV
show. He pulled the door up and I could see a large wide open apartment. He
reached over to the wall just inside the door and flipped a light switch and
a soft white glow lit up the place. I looked around and saw that it was well
but sparsely furnished. A large fireplace dominated one wall of the place
where there was a sunken living room area. There were no walls, per se, only
dividers here and there to break up the wide expanse of floor space.
I looked at Joe and saw that he had been watching me, gauging my response to
his home. It was an impressive place and I also saw a full sized pool table
in one area. There was a wide spiral staircase leading up to what I assumed
to be the bedroom which hung out over the living room area. A nice
STEREO/TV/VCR/DVD complex was located on one side of the living room and
there was a huge, open kitchen space with one of those big restaurant type
refrigerators and a bunch of pots and pans hung over a food preparation area.
All in all, a very nice, masculine home. Over by the elevator there was
something covered up by a tarp. I asked Joe about it and he got a big smile
on his face. He walked over to it and said,
"This is my pride and joy. I have worked on this thing for two years getting
it rebuilt and modified just the way I wanted it." He pulled the tarp away
with a flourish and there, under the tarp, was an absolutely gorgeous, mint
condition looking Vincent Black Shadow motorcycle! It sat there gleaming with
reflected light, looking like some predatory beast ready to pounce on some
unwary prey. It took my breath away just looking at it and Joe, noticing
that, said,
"Well, now! This IS a treat! A woman who appreciates a work of art when she
sees one. Most gals, when I show this to them, just look at it and say
something like, "Oh, that's nice" and immediately dismiss it as something
they don't wanna know about. I'm pleased that you know what it is and that
you seem to like it." Now, I was not a motorcycle fanatic or anything like
that but I recognized a legendary Bike when I saw one and told Joe that.
"My God, Joe, who wouldn't like something like that? It is absolutely
beautiful and it shows the loving care you must have put into it. Why there's
not a spot of rust or dirt anywhere on it and even a girl like me can see
that you have done some major modifications on it." His face seemed to light
up as I said that and I could tell that Joe had a real soft spot for this
great, vintage motorcycle. He gently maneuvered the tarp back into place over
that lovely bike and took my hand and led me into the kitchen area where he
opened a cupboard and brought out two wine glasses. Then he located a bottle
of wine and poured us both a glass.
I looked at Joe over the rim of the glass and said, "Umm...Joe? I thought we
were going back to your office? Why are we at your apartment?" "Well, Ginny,"
he replied, " My home IS my office! See, I think that an office is such an
impersonal place to talk to anyone and I like to have my clients come here so
they can be comfortable and relaxed. I have found that clients are much more
at ease and I get more useful information from them and I think it's one of
the big reasons I have been successful. More wine, Ginny?" When he asked me
that, I glanced at my glass and saw that it was empty! I didn't even remember
drinking it! I immediately went on my guard. Knowing the effect that the
bodysuit and the programming had had on me, I knew that it wouldn't take much
for Ginny to take back over completely and then I would be in some serious
trouble. Even though I knew that the bodysuit would allow me to actually have
sex with a man, there was absolutely no way i wanted to ever do that.
Considering all the programming that was on those tapes though, I would be
willing to bet that it wouldn't take much for me so slip and, also knowing
the effect that Joe's kiss had on me, well it was just as well for what might
be left of my poor abused male ego to be on alert. Joe poured me another
glass of wine and then he showed me to the living room. There were two very
large and comfy looking couches there along with a couple of well worn and
comfortable looking easy chairs. I sat in one of the chairs and I noticed a
brief look of disappointment on Joe's face. I knew he would have liked me to
choose one of the couches so he could sit beside me. I couldn't allow that
though.. I couldn't lie to Joe, either although it was gonna be tough telling
him my story since he had kissed me. I knew that he was looking for more than
just a kiss but he wasn't going to get it.
We made small talk for more than an hour while I sipped that second glass of
wine. I figured to drive home soon and I didn't want to be even mildly under
the influence of alcohol when I did. He told me quite a bit about himself and
his business. It turned out that he WAS quite successful as a Private
Investigator having handles and solved some of the toughest cases L.A. had
seen including a kidnaping involving a very rich family's daughter. He had
not only gotten her back alive and well, but had also killed two of the
kidnappers with his bare hands! The family had been very grateful and had not
only paid his fee, but had also bought the Vincent for him and paid for all
the parts and other things he had done to it. In addition, Joe's apartment
building had been owned by the family and they had signed it over to Joe so
he not only lived there now, rent free, but had the additional income from
the other apartments. I looked at my watch and, as if just noticing the time
I exclaimed, "Oh my God, look at the time! I am gonna be late and my roommate
will have a fit! Joe, I am so sorry but I have to leave. This has been
interesting and I would like to know more about you, maybe we could have
dinner sometime soon?" He seemed a bit taken aback by my forwardness but then
he smiled at me and said, "You bet, Ginny, I'd like that a lot. Are you busy
tomorrow night?" Well, I thought about it for a minute and then I said, "No,
Joe. I'm not busy at all. Why don't we meet at a restaurant of your choice
and we can have a nice dinner and talk?" Well, Joe thought that would be just
great and we settled on the restaurant and then he walked me down to my car.
He handed me a plastic card with his name and apartment number on it and
said,
"This card will allow you to leave the parking garage. Just show it to the
guard at the exit and he will let you pass. Hang on to it so if you want to,
you can come back here anytime even if I am not here." He also gave me one of
his business cards with his home and cellular phone numbers on it, saying,
"If you ever need to be rescued again, just call one of those two numbers and
I'll be there before you can hang up the phone." He smiled at me again and I
felt kind of flustered at having a man pay so much attention to me but once
again the programming came to the fore and almost forced me to smile back and
blush a little bit.
"So you are going to be my knight in shining armor?" I asked, jokingly. He
replied,
"Sir Joe, at your service, milady. Dragons slain at no charge other than a
kiss from your sweet lips." and he gave me that damned grin again. He was a
damned attractive man and I could feel my resolve weakening as the
programming tried to make me react as a real woman might have. I knew, though
that if I was ever going to get his help with the mess I was in, I would have
to be truthful with him and kissing him again would just make any explanation
just that much more difficult. Hell it was gonna be hard enough just telling
him that I was really a man wearing an advanced type of bodysuit!
He helped me into my car looking a bit disappointed that he didn't get
another kiss but he smiled at me anyway and watched as I started the car and
backed out of the parking space. I waved at him and then headed out of the
garage. When I reached the exit, the guard came out and stopped me but I
showed him that plastic card that Joe had given to me and the guard smiled
and waved me on out. All the way home I was trying to think of ways to
present this impossibly weird tale to Joe in such a manner that he would not
only believe me but would also want to help me out of it. The only way i
could think of that would leave no doubt in Joe's mind about the veracity of
my story was that I would have to partially remove part of the bodysuit. That
would not only remove any doubts he might have about my plight but also
convince him that I was not a real woman. It would be risky, yes but I didn't
see any other options left open to me. The haziness of my mind all this day
had convinced me that whoever was behind this craziness was definately not on
the up and up and I was definitely in some danger!
When I finally got home, Cary's car was gone again and I had to wonder where
he had been last night and now tonight. Sure Cary was a single guy, not
unattractive and supposedly well off to boot, so he could be out raising hell
with one beach bunny or another but, I wondered nonetheless. Especially with
what I now thought I knew about AG DELIVERIES and Cary's possible involvement
with that business. It was almost 9:30 PM and my voice was back to normal so
I decided to cook rather than order out. An hour later, I was done eating and
getting ready for bed. My mind was still going about a hundred miles an hour
bit I knew I had to get some real sleep that night so I poked around in the
medicine cabinets and found some over the counter sleeping tablets. Following
the instructions I took two of them and closed and locked my bedroom door.
Then I laid down in my bed and after a bit of tossing and turning, finally
fell into a deep sleep.
Chapter Four
WEDNESDAY MORNING:
When I awoke, It was about a half hour before the alarm was due to go off. I
laid there for a few minutes trying to get my brain working properly. I
finally decided that it wasn't doing any good, just laying there so I got up.
It was very quiet and I could hear birds chirping merrily in the trees off to
one side of the apartment building. "Yeah, little do they know!" I snorted to
myself. I wasn't feeling very humorous that morning.
I went into the bathroom and drew a bath. While the tub was filling, I took a
long look in the full length mirror and once again, the thought sent through
my mind, "What a body!" Even after 4 days inside this bodysuit, every time I
looked in a mirror, I was still shocked by what I saw, at least for the first
few seconds. After that, it seemed like I adjusted my thinking and what I saw
looking back at me seemed normal. I knew it had to be the programming from
those tapes but, knowing that didn't seem to make a difference. I began to
pose in front of that mirror, kind of like how I thought a nude model would
do, turning half sideways and licking my lips like a beautiful woman, winking
at myself and I remember thinking, " Man am I HOT!" Looking back at it now, I
can see that, slowly, the suit and the programming were preparing me for
acceptance but back then, I didn't see it.
When the tub was full, I climbed in and once again I marveled at the feelings
of this bodysuit. Every day it seemed that I could feel more and more. After
four days of continually wearing this thing, it seemed like my regular skin.
I could feel every small touch of my fingers and every time I would pinch a
bit of skin, it felt just like there was nothing on my body at all! It felt
silky and smooth, just like a real woman's skin would feel. It might seem
weird to you but in all this time I had never really LOOKED at the way I
looked in this suit. I guess there had just been too much going on what with
getting used to it and then the excitement and mystery of the new job and AG
DELIVERIES.
Now that I had a few extra minutes, I started really looking at the body I
was now occupying. First, I examined those large breasts. Now I had seen a
breast or two before but I had never really had the opportunity to see a pair
at this range and at my leisure. I guess the first thing I really noticed
were the nipples. They were very large and kind of brown and about the size
of the eraser on the end of a pencil. I touched one of them and a shiver went
up and down my back as it began to GROW in size! I sat straight up in the tub
and a gasp escaped from my lips! I FELT THAT!!! As if that nipple and the
breast it was attached to, were actually a part of me, and the other one was
responding now as well! I began to notice, at the same time, a kind of warmth
between my legs and I felt kind of , I don't know, quivery. I laid back in
the tub and began an earnest exploration of these parts of my body that I
hadn't paid a lot of attention to before this. Gradually I realized that I
was fondling my breast and massaging between my legs and feeling very tense
but good. As I continued, the warmth grew and the feelings intensified until
I was rubbing and fondling for all I was worth and moaning low and deeply in
my throat. I recognized those sounds as the sounds that an aroused woman
makes in the throes of sexual passion. Part of me was screaming at me to
STOP, this wasn't natural but a bigger part was saying, "This feels too good
to be wrong!" So I kept on with what I was doing. In a distracted way I
noticed that I could feel every little touch of my fingers with those long
nails, on my skin. That fact registered on my brain but, but that time, my
hands and my body were on autopilot and I don't think I could have stopped if
I had wanted to. Faster and faster, my fingers seemed to move of their own
accord and I actually could feel the fingers of one hand penetrating my?
vagina! A feeling began to build at the base of my spine and gradually moved
up my back and down my legs until I thought I would burst! I felt warmer and
warmer and that feeling became all encompassing until it seemed that every
remaining vestige of my masculinity was pushed into some small corner of my
mind and I felt incredibly feminine. All of a sudden, it seemed as if a dam
had burst and I lost myself in what had to be a completely female orgasm!
Wave after wave of pleasure chased each other up and down my body and for a
few seconds that seemed like hours, I quivered and shook and moaned in
release!
After things calmed down, I just laid there in the slowly cooling bath water,
my mind absolutely stunned by what had just happened but my body was tingling
in what I guess is the afterglow that women talk about. I remember thinking,
when I COULD think again, "Oh my GOD!!! What did I just do? I had just
masturbated as a woman and, though I hate to say it, I had LOVED it! I had no
idea that orgasms felt that way to a woman. My whole body had been involved
in that orgasm and it seemed that it still was! Every once in awhile, a
shudder would travel the length of my body and with every one of them I felt
a shadow of the larger feelings I had just a few minutes ago! Then, as if a
switch had been closed I lost all interest in what I had just been doing to
myself as my male mind seemed to reassert itself.
I sat straight up in the tub and I felt like I was blushing, all over! I felt
ashamed at what I had just done! I quickly finished my bath and got out,
wrapping a towel around my body and pulling the plug from the tub. I padded
back across to my bedroom and quickly closed the door behind myself. I
plopped down on the edge of the bed and tried to get myself together. What
did this mean? Was I becoming so comfortable with being inside the bodysuit
that It was beginning to take over from my male feelings, those that were
left? I was glad that Cary was still asleep and hadn't heard my moaning and
groaning in the bathroom. I didn't think I could have faced him just then if
I would have known that he had heard me in the bathroom. After a few minutes
of sitting there, I glanced at the clock radio next to my bed and noticed the
time. SHIT!!!! Unless I got myself together and moving, I was going to be
late for work! I finished drying myself off and began to get dressed in a
hurry. Putting on my bra, panties, and pantyhose, I grabbed my blouse and
skirt and headed back into the bathroom to do my makeup and hair.
Doing a quick but adequate job on my face and hair, I quickly finished
dressing and ran out of the bathroom into the livingroom. I grabbed my purse,
practically jumped into the heels I had worn yesterday and headed out the
door. I jumped in my car and backed out into the road and took off towards
L.A. and work. My mind was still on that incredible experience I'd had in the
bathtub but some part of my brain was paying attention to my driving so I had
no problems making it to work ten minutes early. I parked in the lot
noticing, as I did, that everyone else was already there. I climbed out of
the car, locked the door and ran into the building, managing to get punched
in just in the nick of time. I peeked in the break room but there was no one
in there. I headed down the hall to the dispatch room and just managed to
catch Jeri coming out with her route sheets. She looked at me and said,
"Running a little late this morning, hon? Ms. Smith has all your stuff ready
and waiting for you. You'd better shake a leg, or a hip and get it in gear,
girl!" She giggled at me and headed off towards the garage.
I walked into the dispatcher's office and found Ms. Smith waiting for me,
route sheets in hand. She glanced up ad I walked in and said, "Oh, Ginny. I
am glad you made it on time. I was getting a bit worried about you. Here are
your route sheets and delivery schedule for the day. You will be pretty much
in a different part of town today so we included extra maps and directions as
best as we could. Now, get going, girl. Time's a'wasting!" She handed me the
paperwork and clipboard and turned me back around and practically pushed me
out of the office. On the way out to my van, I saw Carol, the secretary I had
met when I had first interviewed for this job. She smiled at me and I said,
"Hi Carol. We haven't had much of a chance to get to know one another, have
we?"
"No Ginny, we haven't." She replied. "How about we get together tonite for
dinner somewhere. Then we could talk and, things."
Well, you could have knocked me over with a feather! I didn't think she was
interested in me at all, especially considering that I was just as pretty as
she, at the moment. I started to say, "Sure, that'd be great," when it dawned
on me that I had to meet Joe this evening. Damn! Just my luck! Oh well, I
wouldn't have enjoyed an evening with Carol quite as much as Ginny as I would
have as Jim. Still, she was awfully attractive and as I thought that,
something clicked in my head and I just said, "Maybe another time, Carol, I
have plans for this evening." And I walked away!
I remember getting into my van and checking my route sheets but not much else
for that whole day. The next thing I remember was parking the van back in the
garage, empty, and walking back into the main building. Terri was going in
just ahead of me and we handed in our sheets and money and headed for the
break room. Dana, Carla and Jeri were already sitting in there and we joined
them. Ms. Smith came in and, if possible, was even more enthused than she had
been yesterday!She said,
"You girls are really getting into the swing of things! Together, today you
brought in over 15,000 dollars in fees and over 1500 dollars in tips! Oh,
ladies, I think this thing is going to work out just wonderfully!" She handed
out the envelopes containing our tips and waited while we opened them and
checked the contents. Mine contained 295 dollars! The other girls seemed
pleased with their tips and then Ms. Smith said, in a very loud tone,
"RUMBLESEAT!" And again, my head cleared and I could remember every stop, and
every flirtation from the whole day! I tried to keep my face impassive and
not let on that I had heard and understood what Ms. Smith had said. I somehow
knew that if I let on that I knew about what had to be a post hypnotic
suggestion, I would be in a worse mess than I was obviously in now. After a
few seconds, Ms. Smith said,
"Okay, girls. That's it for today. You are all doing great and I can see
terrific things in all your futures if you keep this up! Have a good night
ladies and we'll see you bright and early tomorrow morning!" Then she turned
and left the room. The other girls and I talked for a few minutes and then we
left the break room and headed for our cars. I looked closely at the faces of
the others. They all seemed unconcerned and happy at getting so much money
for what seemed to be an easy job. Dana, thought had a thoughtful look on her
face and I caught up with her and, in a quiet tone of voice, I asked her if
she was okay. She looked at me and whispered,
"Not here. Wait till we're out in the lot. Something is weird and I think you
have noticed it too."
I didn't say another word but, once we got to our cars, and we had done the
female bye bye routine with the rest of the girls, Dana motioned at me to
follow her. We got in our cars and headed out of the parking lot and I
followed her to the Stumble Inn. We parked in the lot there and Dana came
over to my car. I popped the lock and she got in, closing and locking the
door behind her.
"What's up, Dana?"
"I don't know for sure, Ginny but have you noticed that you can't seem to
remember much about your day until after we are back and Ms. Smith is talking
to us?"
"Well, Dana, now that you mention it, I do kinda know what you mean. It seems
like I am fuzzy and my thoughts are hazy until after she does her after route
pep talks. I just figured I was the only one. Why? Are you feeling the same
things as I am?"
"Well, DUH, girl! Why do you think I had you follow me here instead of
talking to you back at work?" "Okay, okay Dana, take it easy! I have been
noticing what you are talking about since yesterday and I didn't say anything
because, well, I thought I might get in trouble or something!" I was kind of
playing dumb trying to draw Dana out a bit more before I told all I knew or
suspected. As paranoid as I was getting, I couldn't be sure that Dana wasn't
a company narc or spy. I knew SOMETHING was up though so I just kept quiet
and let Dana talk.
"Listen, Ginny," she said, "Something is wrong over there at work. I don't
know what it is but I just know something is wrong! I'm getting scared, girl,
and I don't know what to do or who to talk to. The only reason I'm talking to
you is that I sorta thought I saw the same kinda puzzled look in your eyes
that I have seen in mine in the mirror. I mean this whole thing seems crazier
and crazier with every day that goes by and I just know that there is a lot
more going on than just a simple delivery service!
Listening to Dana I could tell that she was getting more and more upset and I
tried to quiet her down. "Look, Dana, I know what you are talking about! I
just don't know what we can do about it! Listen, I have a, ummm, well, kind
of a date tonite with a guy I met yesterday. He might be able to help us or
at least tell us what we should do about this. Do you want to come along? It
might help if there are two of us telling him this crazy sounding story."
"You got a DATE??! Damn, girl you ARE a fast worker! You are taking this
whole girl suit thing pretty seriously, aren't you? I mean, you ARE a guy
under there, remember?"
"I know, Dana! This isn't a date, kind of date. I met this guy who is a
Private investigator and a damned good one by the looks of things. He kind of
rescued me from a bad error in judgement I made last nite. We talked for a
while and he took me back to his place. Well," I said quickly, trying to head
off her comments, "It was his office AND his apartment, and, Oh it's hard to
explain but I trust him and I think he might be able to help us. Are you in
or what?"
Dana fell silent for a few seconds, apparently lost in thought. Finally she
looked over at me and said, "Okay, Ginny but I gotta go home and change. I am
NOT going out anywhere looking like I just crawled out from under a car!
Where and when are you meeting this guy?"
I told her the name of the restaurant I was supposed to meet Joe at, and the
time and I told her not to be late. I didn't want to be alone with Joe any
longer than I absolutely had to. He seemed like an okay guy and I didn't want
him to get his hopes up about me. Nothing could or should happen between him
and me. We were both guys, for christ's sake! I also thought it was a good
idea to have Dana there because I figured that if Joe got angry when he found
out I was a guy, there's be both me and Dana to deal with. Dana said she'd be
on time and she got out of my car and went back to hers. I hoped I wasn't
making a mistake by including her in on this but I was desperate and I wanted
her help. I waited about 5 minutes after Dana left the parking lot before I
went ahead and left. I made the drive home with no problems and parked in the
lot there. I saw Cary's car in the lot and I thought again about talking to
him about my suspicions but decided against it. I could talk to him after I
met with Joe and might have a better handle on what to do to get out of this
mess.
I walked into the apartment and saw Cary sitting in the living room watching
TV. I stopped and talked to him for a few minutes and then I said,
"Listen, Cary. I would love to sit down and have a good old fashioned bull
session like we used to have in college but I have to shower and change and
get back downtown. I'm meeting someone and we're having dinner. I shouldn't
be too late and if you are still up when I get back, we can yak for awhile,
okay?" He looked at with an amused look on his face and said, "Gee, a date,
Ginny? Who is she? Or maybe I should ask, who is HE? You're really getting
into this eh?" And he kind of chuckled at me.
Well, I blew my top at that!
"Just what the hell are you talking about, Cary." I yelled at him. I'm doing
all this crap for YOU. You think it's been easy looking like this?" I
indicated my body. "You think I'm enjoying all of this? Maybe YOU should try
on one of these damn bodysuits and see what it's like to be programmed to
look and act and sound like a sexy woman for awhile! You know, I have just
about had it with this whole thing and if it weren't for the money and the
fact that I promised you I would do this, for YOU, I'd tell you exactly what
to do with this suit and the job and the whole damned thing!" I stormed off
towards the bathroom, figuring that, with that little tirade, I would have
thrown Cary off any scent he might have had about me getting suspicious.
I took a quick shower and redid my hair and makeup. Then I looked through the
clothes that Cary had bought for me to use this week while I wasn't at work.
I found a dress that looked like it would look good on me and I tried it on.
It fit like it was made for me. I found some matching jewelry, earrings,
bracelets and necklace and put them on as well. Then I found a purse that
more or less matched along with some 4 inch high heels and a light wrap. I
turned out the lights in the bathroom and my bedroom and walked back out into
the living room. I still acted like I was angry at Cary and I said,
"Well? How do I look? Good enough for a special date with a her OR a him? You
know, Cary, I thought we were friends, but you sit there and make fun of me?
That's pretty low, my friend and I don't like it one damned bit! Maybe we'll
talk tonight when I get back and maybe we won't! Don't wait up for me!" And I
stormed out of the apartment.
I walked rapidly to my car, listening to the tap, tap, tap of my heels on the
pavement and feeling the swish of the dress on my legs. I gotta admit, It
felt good even though it was a lot different from anything I had ever
experienced before. Come to think of it, this would be the first time I had
been out anywhere dressed to the teeth as a woman except for job related
times. I guess I should have been a bit nervous about that but, somehow, I
wasn't. Instead I felt relaxed and confident that I looked good! Yep, you
guessed it. That programming again. It seemed, though that I could access my
male side whenever I really wanted to and I knew that wasn't the way it was
supposed to be just by having watched the other girls at work. They seemed
totally caught up in being women and showed no signs of their male selves
that I had seen.
On the way back into L.A. I did a lot of thinking about what I was going to
tell Joe. I now had no doubt that I needed his help in getting out of
whatever it was I was into and I hoped that he WOULD help. I had a little bit
of trouble finding the restaurant but, with Joe's directions and a friendly
cop, I eventually did find it. I pulled up in front of the place and a guy in
a uniform came out to help me from the car and park it for me! "Wow," I
thought. "Pretty fancy place!" I walked inside and was met by a Maitre' D who
asked my name. I told him and that I was meeting Joe Parsons. He escorted me
in to the restaurant proper and seated me at a table saying that Mr. Parsons
had left instructions that whatever I wanted, I should have and price was no
object. He also said that Joe was going to be a bit detained but would be
here as soon as he could. I told the Maitre' D that I was expecting one other
person and described Dana to him. He said he would watch for her and escort
her to the table when she arrived. I said thank you and then he called a
waiter over to the table and I ordered a drink. I didn't want to get drunk
tonight but I felt I needed a little fortification for what was to come.
It wasn't too much longer until I saw the Maitre' D comint my way and he had
a dynamite looking dark haired woman with him. I guess I was surprised at how
good Dana looked even though I shouldn't have been. She looked GREAT! All
dolled up and wearing an off the shoulder gown that left nothing about her
figure in doubt. When they arrived at the table, the Maitre' D seated her and
called the waiter over again and Dana ordered a drink. When the waiter left,
Dana and I engaged in that female thing of telling each other how great the
other looked and all that, but also giving each other looks that were worried
and wondering about our situations.
About ten minutes later, I saw Joe come in. He looked in our direction and I
could see a puzzled look on his face when he saw two gorgeous women sitting
at the table waiting for him. He walked over to the table and stood there for
a few seconds looking at me, questioning me about the presence of Dana with
his eyes. I motioned for him to sit down and when he did, I leaned over and
told him that I had something to tell him and I wanted my friend here to kind
of give me courage. I introduced the two of them to each other and we sat and
talked until the waiter came over and took our orders. When he left, I
motioned Joe and Dana to move in a little closer so I could talk without
having anyone around us hear what I was saying.
I knew this wasn't going to be easy and I hoped that being in a public place
would keep Joe from losing his temper. The first thing I told Joe was that
Dana and I needed his help. I knew that Joe had thought he was going to have
dinner and a night out with a good looking woman and this was the first step
towards letting him down as easily as I could. We talked until dinner arrived
and then took time to enjoy the meal. I could tell that Joe still had hopes
but I was going to have to squash those hopes before this evening was over.
Dana hadn't said much, merely nodding once in awhile to emphasize something I
had said to Joe. Dinner was delicious and when we finished, Joe suggested we
go somewhere a bit quieter to talk. I asked Dana to come along and I saw a
disappointed look come over Joe's face.
He spoke up, saying, "Look, Ginny, I thought you and I were going to have a
nice dinner and then maybe go for drinks and dancing. No offense, Dana, but
even though you are a beautiful woman and under any other circumstances I
would have loved to have taken you out for dinner and dancing, this was
supposed to be just me and Ginny. Whatever problems you two have, can't they
wait until tomorrow?" Dana finally spoke up, saying,
"Look Joe, I know you must be a bit disappointed but Ginny and I REALLY do
need your help and I think we should get out of here and talk about it. It's
really important and we are desperate for your help."
That's true, Joe." I added. "We DO need to talk about this! I'm sorry if we
spoiled whatever plans you might have had for you and me tonight, But it IS
important that we talk about this!
"Okay, okay," he said, resignedly, "I give up for now. Let's go somewhere
quiet and talk. You've got my curiosity up now."
Chapter Five
We left the restaurant at about 830 and, by common consent, decided that the
most private place we could go was to Joe's apartment/office. We left Dana's
car in the lot and she rode with me. As we followed Joe through the city
streets, Dana and I firmed up our story so we wouldn't miss anything when we
told Joe. We knew it was going to sound utterly unbelievable to him but we
had all the details down and the one thing we figured would convince him, if
our tale didn't would be one or both of us removing part of the bodysuit.
I only hoped, as did Dana, that we would be able to get some answers to all
the questions that were racing through our minds. When we arrived at Joe's
building, we followed him into the parking garage and I flashed that pass at
the attendant. He waved me on through and I parked next to Joe. Then we took
the elevator up to his place. Joe asked us to sit down and both Dana and I
sat on one of those large couches. Joe fixed us some drinks and then sat down
in an easy chair facing us. We began to tell our tale of woe and before we
were done, Joe had refreshed our drinks three times. He looked incredulous
but not so much as I had thought he might. I guess being a private
investigator, he had seen a lot.
I could tell, though that he wasn't going to really buy our story without
some kind of proof and that meant partially removing at least one of our
bodysuits. I reached behind my head, feeling around for the closure and when
I finally found it, I gripped it in both hands and gently pulled my hands
apart. There was that rrrrrrrripping sound as the velcro or whatever it was
parted. I slid my fingers inside both sides of the now open in the back mask
and began to pull it forward off my face. I knew that Joe was probably going
to be, at the very least, disappointed that I wasn't a real woman. I just
hoped he wouldn't be so angry that he would refuse to help us.
Before I got too far, though, Joe called out to me to stop. He said he didn't
want to see me without the mask and he said that he was convinced. I pulled
the mask beck tight around my face again and resealed it with a little help
from Dana in getting the closure straight and sat back on the couch with my
drink. Joe just sat there, his face had a blank look on it and I was very
afraid that we had blown it and he was going to throw us out and maybe beat
me up for good measure. I mean, he HAD kissed me. After a few minutes of
silence, Joe sighed a big sigh and looked at me.
"Well," he began. "That is one hell of a tale you have told me and, I have to
confess, I thought you were either putting me on or trying to run some kind
of scam on me. Seeing you start to take off that whatever it is that you are
wearing convinced me though. It IS a bit unsettling to know that I kissed a
guy, though and I AM a bit put out that you tried to fool me like that!"
I could see that he was angry and embarrassed and I tried to reassure him by
saying that the way I had acted was part and parcel of the way the
programming on those tapes had made me act and also, I said, if I had told
him that I wasn't a woman, back at that bar, he probably would have left me
to the tender mercies of that bunch of half drunk and horny guys there. He
said that he guessed he understood that part but I could see a kind of sad
look come over his face. He looked at me and then past me at the wall and
didn't say or do anything for several seconds. Then, He looked back at me and
smiled a sheepish looking smile and said,
"Well, ordinarily I don't take a case without a retainer but this thing seems
so weird and outlandish that I think I will look into it."
Dana and I were so happy that we actually squealed and both began talking at
the same time to Joe, babbling about how grateful we were and how we really
were thankful that he had believed us. He listened to the both of us for a
couple of minutes and then held up his hand as he kind of chuckled.
"From the sound of you two and the way you are acting, I have to see those
tapes you talked about. They must be really something if they can make two
guys sound and act like two excited women!" Dana and I looked at each other
and then back at Joe.
"I don't know if you should look at those tapes, Joe," I said. "I don't want
you to start acting like this!
"Well, Ginny, if they are what I suspect they are, from your description of
how they worked, I think they need a trigger to make the programming work on
a person. In this case it is probably the bodysuit. If I am not wearing one,
I don't think the tapes will affect me. I will take precautions though and I
will only view about 5 or 6 minutes of any one tape at any one time. Just in
case I am wrong about the trigger for the post hypnotic suggestions, I don't
want to be swishing all over the place either!"
We spent another hour or so talking and planning strategy and then Dana said,
"Hey, we gotta go! If we stick around much longer we won't be getting home
until way late and I don't want to be late for work tomorrow morning!"
We finalized our plans and told Joe that we would bring him the tapes
tomorrow. Then Dana and I got up to leave. Joe gave me that funny look again.
It was a kind of a sad look and I knew that he was wishing that I was a real
woman. I had felt something from him these last couple of days and I knew
that he was hoping for some kind of a relationship with "Ginny." To tell the
truth, with the way the programming made me act and feel, I was almost hoping
for the same thing!
With that somewhat scary thought echoing around in my mind, Dana and I went
to the elevator and got in. Joe was still sitting in the easy chair, a kind
of half smile on his face. Then he jumped up and ran over and got in with us,
saying he wanted to walk us to my car, just for safety's sake. On the ride
down to the garage, he kept looking at me as if searching my face for
something.
"You know," he said, "those bodysuits are really amazing! Maybe after all
this is over I might have to look into getting one to use in my work. It
could be a big asset to me to have a perfect disguise to wear when I am
trailing someone.
I told him, "If this works out and you get us out of this, you can have this
one. I don't think I will ever want to see it again. This has just been too
weird for me. I can't wait for Saturday so I can climb out of this thing and
be me again for awhile. I have almost forgotten what I really look like under
here."
The elevator finally reached the garage level and the doors opened. We got
out and headed for my car and Joe walked us all the way there. He stopped me
before we reached my car though and said that Dana should go on ahead, he
wanted to talk to me privately for a second. I gave my keys to Dana and asked
her to wait in the car for me and she agreed to do so. When she walked away,
Joe took me by the elbow and led me behind a support pillar and, once we were
out of sight of Dana, he grabbed me and pulled me to him and kissed me!
I tried to pull away but he was stronger than I was and part of me didn't
WANT to pull away! I was actually beginning to enjoy that kiss when he
stopped and pulled his face an inch or so away from mine. Then he said,
"Look, Ginny or Jim or whoever you really are. I don't know what is happening
to me and right now I don't want to know! I only know this. Ever since I saw
you at that bar I have been falling for you! I know, I know, you say that
under that suit you are a guy but you know what? I don't CARE! You are the
most gorgeous woman I have ever seen and all I can think about is getting you
between the sheets for some serious sex! I don't know what this makes me,
whether I am turning gay or what but I can't THINK about anything else! Look,
don't say anything," (AS IF I COULD!) "I gotta think this out tonight and
when I see you tomorrow to get those tapes from you, we can talk more about
this. It's crazy, I know!" And he turned away from me.
I could almost SEE the tenseness in his body and I swear I saw his shoulders
shake a time or two as if he were crying! I was speechless! I mean I didn't
have a CLUE as to what I should do or say or if I should do or say ANYTHING!
I mumbled something like, O..o..okay, Joe. And fled for my car. I didn't look
back until I got there and when I did look back, it was just in time to catch
Joe entering the elevator. He looked at me across the garage and I swear I
could see tears in his eyes, even from where I was! I started the car and
peeled out of that garage like I was trying to set a record. Dana kept asking
me, WHAT'S WRONG? All the way back to the restaurant where we had left her
car but I didn't say anything. I couldn't! My brain was an absolute chaos of
thoughts and none of them were making any sense! I dropped Dana off at her
car and I still hadn't said anything! I finally managed to say, it's nothing.
Just drop it for now and maybe tomorrow morning I'll be able to tell you.
She looked at me and I could tell she wanted to know more but I just closed
the door after she got out, waved at her and left the parking lot. All the
way home my mind kept replaying that kiss and what Joe had said. MY GOD! Came
the thought. Could it actually be that Joe was falling in love with Ginny!?"
But, I am a GUY! Joe can't be falling for me, I am a GUY! But another part of
my mind was saying, "Gee, I really enjoyed being held and kissed by a strong
handsome guy like Joe," and, to tell the truth, I HAD enjoyed being kissed by
him. It had made me feel, I don't know, wanted, loved even desired!
Fortunately, enough of my brain was on my driving that I made it home without
any incidents. I noticed that Cary's car was nowhere in sight and I parked my
car, got out my key and went inside the apartment.
I was actually glad that Cary wasn't home. I needed time to gather my
thoughts and come to grips with the conflicting emotions that were raging
inside my mind! On one hand, I still knew that, under all this feminine outer
shell, there was a guy! I knew that it was totally ridiculous to even think
about kissing another guy even looking the way I did! If I enjoyed what Joe
and I had done, did that make me gay? But, at the same time, that damned
programming was giving me hot flashes over the way I felt when he kissed me!
I was actually getting turned on just thinking about it!
I must have gone on autopilot just then because I found myself in bed
undressed and cleaned up and I didn't remember doing any of it! I laid there,
thinking for quite awhile, not really paying attention to much of anything
else when I felt my hand massaging my breast! My other hand was between my
legs, massaging something else and before I could think about anything else,
I was exploding into a massive orgasm! One after another they came, until I
couldn't think about anything but the pleasure I was feeling and the emotions
that were racing around in my brain! When I finally came back to earth, I
quickly fell asleep and my dreams were of Joe and being held and loved by
him, but, in those dreams, I wasn't wearing a bodysuit. I was a real woman
and we were making passionate love! It was a strange night, to say the least!
I never heard Cary come home.
THURSDAY MORNING:
I awoke to the sound of the alarm clock buzzing near my ear. I rolled over
and hit the damn thing once or twice until it shut up and then sat up in bed.
My dreams were rolling through my head like a runaway freight train and my
thoughts were scattered. For a second, I didn't know for sure where I was or
WHO I was but as I began to fully wake up, those dreams began to fade and
before too long I was able to think again. I staggered into the bathroom and
took a shower. I didn't have time for a long hot bath although that was
exactly what I wanted to do. I finished my shower and scurried back to my
room for my clothes. I grabbed some things that looked right and went back to
the bathroom. Then I did my hair and makeup and got dressed. I felt like I
was still on autopilot and, just then, it felt good to NOT have to think. I
just let the habits and knowledge that those tapes had put into my head, take
over and before too long, I was ready to leave for work. Grabbing my purse
and keys and slipping into my high heels, I went out the door and towards my
car. I noticed that Cary's car STILL wasn't anywhere in sight and that made
me wonder. Where in the hell was he, and what was his part in all of this? I
didn't want to believe that he had any knowledge of any of the shenanigans
that were going on at AG Deliveries but how could he not know? He was an
investor and knew the people there. Surely he MUST know what was going on but
how could he do this to me, his old college pal? All the way in to work I was
thinking like that and, when I arrived in the parking lot at work, I noticed
that, once again all the other girls had beaten me there. I saw Dana just
going into the building and I hurriedly parked my car and ran after her. I
caught up with her just as she was about to go into the dispatcher's office
and I grabbed her arm and steered her towards the break room. Once there, I
closed the door and whispered to her,
"Meet me after work at the Stumble Inn. I need to talk to you about last
night!" She looked at me, alarmed and whispered back.
"Are you okay?" I'll meet you there but I gotta know if you are ok! Last
night you looked scared to death!"
No, I'm okay, Dana, I just need to talk to you and find out if what I have
been feeling, you have been experiencing as well."
Just then, Ms. Smith came into the break room and called to us, "Let's go,
girls! Time's a'wasting and there are deliveries to be made! You two gals can
gossip AFTER work, now SHOO! And she made motions with her hands like she was
shooing flies off or something. Dana nodded at me ad winked, indicating to me
that she understood and would see me later. I nodded back and put a bright
smile on my face for Ms. Smith's benefit. Dana and I both went into the
dispatcher's office and got our paperwork for the day and went out to our
vans. The other girls were already on their way out so we didn't have time to
say any more to one another.
The routine held that day. It seemed as though I had just left on my route
when, the next thing I knew, I was pulling into the lot with an empty van, my
deliveries all having been made. I parked the van and went in and turned in
my receipts and tips and went into the break room where the other girls,
including Dana were already sitting. I just sat down and was staring at
nothing when Ms. Smith came in and began praising us on another great day.
The receipts were up and so were the tips. She handed out our tip envelopes
and mine came to 365 dollars! Jeri, Terri, Carla and Dana were oohing and
ahing about how much they had made in tips that day when Ms. Smith shouted
out, RUMBLESEAT. The next thing I remember I was walking out of the building
with a complete memory of my whole day that I hadn't had a few minutes
before. I got into my car and followed Dana to the Stumble Inn and we parked
in back of the place. We went in and sat down and I began to tell her what
had happened last night between me and Joe and how I had felt about it. Dana
seemed sympathetic and was trying to calm me down when the waitress came over
and asked us if we wanted to order. We both said we just wanted coffee to
begin with and she said ok and off she went, leaving us alone again. Well.
After a few minutes she came back with our coffee and we ordered dinner. When
she left again, we went back to our conversation. Dana told me that she kind
of understood what I was talking about. She said that she'd had those same
kinds of feelings and we attributed it to that damned programming on those
tapes.
After all, those tapes had inserted into our minds how to walk, talk, move
and even emote the way a real woman would so it was only natural that we
would feel attracted to guys while we were wearing the suits. It was still
scary to the male part of me that I still seemed to be able to access, though
and I asked Dana if she could do that too. She said that yes she could,
sometimes but only when something happened that was so far out of her
experience as a man that it overloaded the female conditioning somehow. We
talked a bit more and finished our dinner and then we parted company. She
headed for home and I headed for Joe's apartment with those tapes. I had
remembered to grab them as I went out the door that morning and had them
stashed in my trunk.
When I pulled in to the parking garage at Joe's building, I parked next to
his car again and went up in the elevator. When the door opened, Joe came
rushing across the room at me and grabbed me and held me tight. He asked,