TV Soap
By Prudence Walker.
It was gloomy in the warehouse, not a light
showing anywhere, the waning moonlight strained to penetrate the dirty windows
near the roof. The myriad of cardboard cartons stacked there, loomed as
indistinct shadowy lumps. This was how it had been for years, with only the
contents changing, as new stock came in and went out again.
This night began like any other, with one
exception. With a crackle of static electricity, a pale green ball of light
came into being. It hung there in mid air, as if resting after its journey,
before slowly skimming over the stacks of goods. It came to a halt over a
wooden pallet loaded with cartons of toilet soap. The green light illuminated
the logo of a new product, which had just been received for distribution to the
market. “Celebrity Soap makes you look like a Star.” Each bar had an
attractive image of a Hollywood star on its wrapper
The glowing ball was the only physical
manifestation of the inter-dimensional imp. It sank into one of the boxes
containing 12 bars of the soap. Slowly the whole box started to glow; the
green light seemingly penetrating out into the darkness. After a minute, the
glow winked out and the box returned to its normal appearance.
A week later:
Ricky was doing a little emergency shopping
at the local Seven-Eleven. He had a date that evening and he needed some
shampoo and deodorant. As fate would have it, the aisle where the soaps,
shampoo’s, and other toiletries were stacked, contained a very special bar of
soap. It was one of those new lines of products endorsed by celebrities from
Hollywood. Ricky had found and was ready to select his usual brand of shampoo
and deodorant, when the picture on the display of the new line of soaps caught
his eye. He didn’t know the name of the star, off hand, but he remembered
seeing her in several movies. Reaching for the packet and picking it up for a
closer look, he felt a tingle creep up his arm. There was no outward sign that
this particular bar had been altered in any way. Ricky assumed the tingle was
nothing more than excitement from looking at the very sexy lady on the
wrapper. It was obviously meant for the female market, as he could smell the
floral scent coming from the soap. He started to put it back, but then thought
about his date. If he got lucky, maybe he would end up over at his place.
Thoughts of having sex and possibly even showering together afterwards stayed
his hand. This soap might just appeal to Jenna more than his usual medicinal
smelling, coal-tar soap. The bar of new soap ended up in his cart; and later,
it was placed in the soap tray of the shower stall of his small flat.
Jenna had agreed to meet him at his flat
for a drink, before going out for dinner, so Ricky had the wine chilling in an
ice bucket, while he went for a shower.
First, he put on a fresh condom that had
since become a ritual after once experiencing the pain of getting soap in his
pee hole. (Since then, he’d washed his body and rinsed off all the soap,
before removing the condom and washing his penis in just warm water). He
started shampooing his hair, and after rinsing, he reached for his soap, but
because he still had some shampoo in his eyes, he was squinting, and without
looking at it properly, grabbed the first bar he felt. The smell of the new
soap had finally overcome the smell of the shampoo, and before he realized that
he’d used the wrong bar. He’d used it over most of his body already; and it
did smell rather nice, so he didn’t put it down immediately. He brought the
soap up to his nose for a sniff, inhaling the pleasant floral scent, before
placing it back and reaching for his old soap.
Just as the bar of the coal-tar soap
touched his skin, it started stinging fiercely. Wondering if something in the
two soaps were reacting to each other, he put it down, thinking he could cover
the sweet scent on his body with some deodourant instead. He rinsed off,
removed the condom and washed his penis gently while thinking of Jenna, before
grabbing a towel. He noticed how smooth his skin was and how it was feeling
very sensitive. He had to resort to dabbing the towel over his body, instead
of the usual vigorous rubbing. Somehow the soap had made his skin too
sensitive for his usual harsh rubbing routine. At this stage, Ricky was still
unconcerned, thinking the sensitivity would wear off in a few hours.
Getting dressed, Ricky was pleased to note
the looseness of his pants around the waist, although, not fat, he could stand
to lose a few pounds. Oddly, the seat of his pants seemed rather tight, and he
had the rueful thought that his excess fat around the waist had dropped to his
bum. His shirt too, was uncomfortable; and his nipples seemed far too
sensitive, ‘another reaction from the new soap, I guess,’ was his thought. He
was pulling at the shirt, trying to figure out what was wrong with it, when the
doorbell rang.
Quickly, he raced to the front door,
opening it to see Jenna, resplendent in a cute LBD, which showed her assets to
their greatest advantage. He smiled appreciatively and ushered her into the
lounge, where he asked her to sit while he got his shoes. Jenna noticed the
scent of the soap on Ricky, and thought he smelled much better than usual.
Ricky’s movements as he walked back into his bedroom seemed different; she
tried to put her finger on the changes. She liked Ricky, although this was her
first date with a guy. She had suspected she was gay, as she had never seemed
to be attracted to men, until she met Ricky. Not that he was effeminate, but
something about him had just clicked with her.
Ricky was back in a minute, grumbling under
his breath, about his shoes being too big. Jenna began noticing other changes
about Ricky that seemed to have occurred, even in the short time he’d been out
of sight to get his shoes. His gait had a definite sway to it, and he seemed
to be showing a modest bust. Surprised, and not really believing what she saw,
Jenna asked Ricky to turn around, as she stood and looked him over more
carefully. Ricky, puzzled at her request, complied, feeling a moment’s dread
as she poked and prodded at him.
“Ricky, are you taking anything… female
hormones, for instance?”
Stunned at her question, Ricky looked at
her in shock, as his mind whirled at the implications of her words.
“Er… No, I’m not. Why are you asking me
this?”
Do you mind stripping off for me… now?”
Jenna asked feeling rather awkward.
“Um, okay.” Ricky agreed. To be asked to
strip by an attractive girl, would normally be the making of Ricky’s day, but
Jenna’s tone made him feel anxious, as if there was something going on that
wasn’t good. He started to remove his shirt, and then his pants, not liking
the gasp he heard from Jenna, as he straightened up again.
She came closer, and lifted his singlet off
his body; her hands sent nice tingles through Ricky, as she slowly ran her
hands over his breasts.
“WHAT!!!!! BREASTS????” Ricky looked down
to see two creamy protuberances that didn’t belong anywhere on a male body.
Ricky slipped into darkness as the shock of seeing breasts sticking out of his
chest caused him to faint.
Ricky opened his eyes to find Jenna’s
beautiful eyes looking anxiously at him. Her face was just inches away, and
Ricky wanted to kiss those luscious lips, held so enticingly close. Realizing
he was lying on his back, memory came flooding back to his current situation,
and he looked down to make a visual confirmation of the sensations he could now
feel coming from his chest.
“Oh no, what’s happening to me? My chest
is swollen, as if I had breasts.”
“Ricky, there’s more,” Jenna offered
gently.
“More?” Ricky asked nervously. His eyes
followed her glance down at his body. A sudden chill rushed though him, and a
nameless terror gripped his mind.
“Ricky, whatever it is that is affecting
you, it has changed you from the neck down.” She paused, trying to put it to
him in a way that might soften the news. “You seem to be all female except for
your head.” She said quietly, looking into his eyes to gauge his reaction.
“Oh no, please God, no!” he sobbed, as he
realized the feelings coming from his body only confirmed her words. He could
still feel his penis, but something was wrong down there.
“What happened to you?” Jenna asked.
“This is impossible, you know. I saw the changes starting to happen when I was
here. What did you do between this afternoon when I talked to you, and when I
arrived just now?”
“Nothing, I was okay when I had my shower,
although my skin was feeling sensitive after I used the new soap.” Ricky
offered, as a way of an explanation.
Ricky was feeling weird. His voice was
higher and his clothes were obviously ill fitting on his rapidly changing
form. Everything from his neck down felt different, softer, and slimmer. His
breasts jiggled at every movement, as he struggled to sit upright. Jenna
walked into the bathroom in search of a possible reason for Ricky’s change.
She called out, asking if he still had the packaging for the bar of soap she
had found, and was carefully handling.
“Check the waste bin in there,” he replied
in his newly contralto voice.
Jenna checked, and retrieved the packet,
smoothing it out, as she looked it over. It seemed innocent enough, although
the wording seemed prophetic, given the suspected results of its use. There
had to be another explanation, though she couldn’t think of one at the moment.
Coming back to Ricky, she could see the effects had stopped, leaving Ricky with
the body of a model with the exception of his head for now and that, which
nestled between her legs. Her… yes it was obvious Ricky was more female than
male, even with his face remaining the same. Jenna was curiously turned on at
the sight of the mismatched body. Ricky’s penis minus the twin accessories was
an attractive sight and played on Jenna’s latent lesbian interest.
Ricky was lost in thought as he examined
himself with his now slender fingers. He gasped as he brushed them against his
newly minted breasts. As he delved lower, and felt below his rampant member to
find a new moist opening that led to a vagina, his gasp turned into a low
moan. The sensations coming from there felt strange and wonderful, as he
gently touched the bud of his new clitoris. His penis twitched in response,
and the sight made Jenna’s body respond in answer.
Jenna closed the distance between them,
eyes fixated on the twitching organ. She grasped it gently and led the bemused
Ricky to the couch, where she started kissing him urgently, as she shed her
clothes. Ricky on his part, felt odd as his breasts touched her breasts, but
the pleasant feelings overrode any protests he may have offered. Jenna was so
excited. She could feel a moist trickle running between her legs. She impaled
herself on his pole, feeling the delicious way he filled her up. Moving slowly
she started a rhythm of movement that had them both gasping out. Ricky’s
breasts were sending delightful messages, as they rubbed gently against
Jenna’s, the slight sheen of sweat making them slip effortlessly around each
other.
Ricky was in heaven; thoughts of his
strange change became secondary to the sensations coming from his new breasts.
It was like having three penises, and all were being stimulated at once. The
orgasm, when it came, felt odd. Oh, it was the best he’d ever felt, but
instead of the spurt, which, now having no receptacles to hold sperm, probably
would never occur anymore. It felt like waves peaking, building, and building,
until the wave broke; and he slid down the other side slowly recovering as both
their passions cooled.
Moving to the shower together, Jenna was
still holding Ricky close, they rinsed away the evidence of their love making,
without resorting to soap, as Jenna appropriately turned up her nose at the
offer of the cold-tar soap. The only other soap was far too dangerous to use,
until they found out more about its effects. The feel of Jenna’s hands moving
over his new slippery smooth body was getting Ricky turned on.
“Ricky, we need to discuss this. You can’t
hide that body and pretend to be a man anymore; besides, your voice is a dead
give away. The way you move is all female, despite your face looking like a
man’s, everyone will assume you are a woman.”
“What can I do?” Ricky implored. “What
other options do I have?”
“Well… as I see it, you have two,” Jenna
replied, pausing as she considered how her next few words would be received.
“First, you could use the soap on your head only, presumably giving you a
female head and hair that would allow you to pass as a female to all, but a
doctor. You would still retain your penis.”
“And the second?” Ricky asked hopefully.
“Um… well you could wash both your head and
genitalia becoming fully female.” Jenna offered, shrugging her shoulders.
“But, but I don’t know anything about being
a female,” Ricky gasped in shock.
“Oh I think I could teach you everything
you need,” winked Jenna, with a smile.
“Oh god, I just thought, what about my
work, my family and friends, my whole identity as a man?”
“Look… as I see it you don’t have much
choice, if you tell people that some weird soap changed you into this, they may
lock you away, you could end up being poked and prodded as a human guinea pig
for the rest of your life. Not to mention the publicity, you’d probably become
a target for every wacko there was.” Jenna explained. “You could always have
the breasts removed surgically, but of course that will cost money, and raise
questions.”
She thought for a moment while Ricky went
looking for something to wear. Her thoughts were pleasantly distracted when
Ricky came back, wearing just a pair of bikini briefs and a tee shirt that hung
like a short skirt, just past his (?) bottom.
“I have an idea…you may not like it, but I
think it’s a good available, option.” Jenna continued, smiling at the sight of
Ricky’s attractive new body. “You will tell them at work, that you are
transitioning, you are becoming a woman, then they can’t do much unless they
want to be up on discrimination allegations. This way, you can change all your
relevant details and your name legally.”
“But, I don’t want to be a woman…”
protested Ricky, weakly, unable to come up with a better solution and
appreciating the merits that Jenna had pointed out. “I mean, these do feel
great, and I wouldn’t mind having to keep them,” he said as he cupped his new
breasts. “I don’t want some mad doctor hacking them off, they are part of me
even if they’re not something I was born with or would have wanted.”
“Ricky, I’m not saying you need to become a
woman fully,” Jenna replied, looking pointedly at a certain tenting effect in
Ricky’s tee shirt. While you still have your identifiable male head and face
to prove who you are, we could get the paperwork started and records changed,
before we change your head using the soap. That way we can get photo ID’s made
in a new name.” Jenna went and hugged Ricky, assuring him that she still
wanted to be part of his life.
“Alright then, I suppose I have no choice,”
Ricky conceded reluctantly.
That night, Jenna decided to stay with Ricky,
not only to let him know she was going to be interested in him sexually, but to
also stop him dwelling too much on his upcoming gender/identity change. She
hoped Ricky would be okay when they started the ball rolling the next day.
“Rochelle Winter, I like it,” stated Jenna,
as they left the courthouse Saturday morning.
“Well, I thought it was better than Riki,
or whatever,” the newly named Rochelle replied.
“True,” agreed Jenna, as they made their
way to back to the car.
Rochelle was dressed in a pair of slacks
that Jenna had supplied from her own wardrobe. Wearing a pair of Jenna’s flats
and a simple blouse, Rochelle looked decidedly feminine. Jenna had styled
Rochelle’s brunette hair as best as she could, given its length. With a very light
amount of makeup, mainly lipstick and blush with a little work around the
eyebrows, Rochelle looked a bit butch still, but it gave credence for the
reasons to have her name changed and the subsequent request to the courts to
issue a new birth certificate stating that she was to all intents and purposes,
on the road to becoming female. A psychiatrist would need to be consulted to
provide proof of her intentions, but there were more pressing needs, for the
moment.
Rochelle’s next big hurdle was going to be
her announcement at work. Jenna suggested that she look as masculine as she
could, by binding her breasts down with Ace bandages and wearing loose fitting
clothing to minimize the changes in the waist and hip areas. Rochelle
practiced lowering her voice to a more manly pitch to help with the illusion
that she was still Ricky. Her plan, as Jenna explained, would to take a second
set of clothes, so that once she had told her bosses, she could change,
explaining that she didn’t want to maintain her disguise as Ricky.
They spent the rest of Saturday and Sunday
trying to change the way Rochelle walked, to minimize the very feminine
movements her new body naturally wanted to behave. Rochelle tried using longer
strides with less hip movement. She had to alter the slight arm bend that
naturally occurred to keep her hands from brushing her wider hips. Rochelle
had to be continually reminded to hold her hands still, otherwise they seemed
to fall into a very unmasculine sway.
Rochelle was very nervous about pulling
this off, but couldn’t see any alternative if he/she didn’t want to lose his
job. One thing going for her was the fact that being female wouldn’t prevent
her from doing her work. Computer analyst’s jobs were not gender specific, not
like some more physically related jobs.
Monday morning saw Rochelle looking rather
more Ricky, as she made her way to her office. She had come in early, to avoid
having to talk too much to her co-workers. Once she saw that her boss was in,
she made her way to his office and knocked before entering. Her boss was one
of those people that never stood on protocol, having always stated that his
door was ever open.
“Steven, I need to talk to you on a
personal matter,” Rochelle, opened, keeping her voice from sounding too
effeminate.
“No problem Ricky, what can I do for you
for,” smiled Steven, as he took in Ricky’s choice of clothes.
“This is rather personal, something I need
to get out in the open,” Ricky stated, trying to remain calm.
“Go ahead, I’m not one to spread gossip,
you can tell me,” Steven replied, sensing that whatever Ricky wanted to tell
him, was potentially embarrassing.
“Steven, I’m transgendered,” Ricky blurted
out in a rush. “I’ve been talking female hormones for some time now, as I
intend to transition as soon as possible.”
Steven paused in shock of this revelation.
The words that were on the tip of his tongue, died stillborn, as Ricky’s words
sank in. He waved for Ricky to sit, while he went and locked the office door.
Returning to his chair, he looked at Ricky intently, trying to see the changes,
Ricky’s clothes were barely concealing.
“This is one hell of a surprise Ricky, how
far have you gone? It seems strange I haven’t noticed anything till now,” he
said.
“It doesn’t bother me, other than how I’ll
handle seeing you in skirts and heels,” he grinned. “It won’t affect your job
at all, but I’ll need to inform HR about your desire to change sex. They will
help ease the transition period and sort out any problems you might encounter.
I don’t want to lose valued staff, because of any personal conflicts with the
rest of the staff. Do you have a name sorted? We’ll need to alter your
records.”
“Rochelle, Rochelle Winters,” she repeated,
handing over her court document that showed the name change was legal. “I’d
like to start wearing female apparel today, if that’s not too sudden, I’ve
hated binding my chest for so long now.” Rochelle answered, allowing her voice
to rise to its new pitch.
Steven blinked, at the sound of this female
voice suddenly emanating from his former male colleagues body.
“I think I’d better tell the HR people now,
do you want to go change while I inform the staff, wait I have a better idea.
I’ll call a meeting of all the staff with you there, and then I’ll excuse you
while you change. I’ll get the HR people to explain our company’s policy on
sexual discrimination. Once you’re ready, call me on my cell phone and I’ll
announce you.”
Rochelle cringed inside, thinking she’d
rather be anywhere than in that meeting as her new self. Sighing at the
necessity of going ahead with it, she nodded her agreement. Steven quickly
made some calls as Rochelle left to go and wait in the meeting room. She heard
the call go out on the intercom about the call for a meeting and would all
staff attend.
Rochelle watched as people started filing
in and taking a seat. She was asked a few questions if he knew the reason,
seeing he was here first. Rochelle mumbled a reply in a lowered whisper,
trying not to let the cat out of the bag. Steven came in then and did a quick
head count before starting to speak.
“I have an important announcement to make,”
he said, getting a hushed response. “I’m going to welcome a new analyst to our
staff.” Everyone looked at Rochelle in sympathy, knowing the firm only needed
one analyst and suspecting that Ricky was out. “Will you go get her?” Steven
asked Rochelle, looking impassively at her.
Rochelle rose, knowing every eye was upon
her. She strode out of the room in the most masculine manner she could muster
from her practice with Jenna. She thought she pulled it off, as she heard no
whispers, other than in sympathy. She closed the door, just as she heard
Steven calling for the Human Resources woman to spell out the sexual
discrimination clauses.
Rochelle quickly hurried to her office and
grabbed the bag with her change of clothes. Knowing that the ladies restroom
was empty, she went in and started to undress. The relief as her breasts were
released, was welcomed as she replace the bandage with a bra. Soon she was
attired in a dress suitable for office wear. She put on a minimal amount of
makeup as Jenna had taught her, nothing too flashy at this stage. Brushing her
wave back into the style that Jenna had taught her, she covered it with
hairspray to help keep it in position. Adding some perfume and a necklace, she
checked out her appearance one last time. Okay, she wasn’t super star material
yet, but her body was perfect. Once her head got the ‘treatment,’ men would
probably fall over themselves trying to hit on her. Something Rochelle was
dreading.
She made a call to Steven and was told to
come in. Entering the hush within the meeting room, she was very conscious of
the sound of her heels as they clicked on the hardwood floor. She walked to
Steven’s side as he waved her over, stopping, before turning her gaze to look
the rest of the staff. Rochelle saw the looks of puzzlement turn to shock or
surprise as some realized she was the former Ricky. Even Steven was astounded
at her transformation. As he tried to remember what he was about to say to the
rest of the staff.
“Everyone, meet Rochelle Winters, formerly
Ricky Winters. I want you to accord her with every courtesy that you would to
any female member of our staff. Welcome Rochelle, and I must say I’m astounded
at your transformation, I didn’t know you had it in you.” He finished, giving
her a one armed hug.
Seeing the meeting had finished, everyone
crowded around Rochelle, asking her questions. She fended them off as best she
could, before Steven told the staff to get back to work. Rochelle gave Steven
a look of thanks, as she started to go back to her office. Steven caught her
eye and flicked his head towards his office, before she had got out of the
room.
“Rochelle, I really am amazed that you
could hide that body of yours for the months it was developing,” Steven stated
enthusiastically, once the two of them were alone in his office.
“It’s been a strain on me, I’m glad to be
able to come out at last,” Rochelle replied, only half truthfully. She knew
from just from the short time today, that hiding her new assets would have been
a painful and near impossible idea.
So when are you going for the operation? I
guess you’ll want some time off then?” Steven asked, checking his records.
“You still have plenty of leave left, but I’ll arrange a special medical leave
for you to cover the op.”
“Thank you, I planned on having facial
surgery this weeKend, to make me look more acceptable,” Rochelle answered.
“Okay, that’s doable, let me know how long
you need off and I’ll arrange it,” Steven confirmed.
Rochelle’s day resulted in a series of
small interruptions, as staff found reasons to visit her office. The female
staff was constantly asking if she wanted coffee, making small comments about
how lovely she looked. The men were more reserved, unsure of how to treat her
change. Rochelle saw that it didn’t stop them talking to her chest, as they
checked out her new cleavage. She didn’t say anything, as she realized she had
been just as guilty of doing that, as Ricky. Treating it as a sort of poetic
justice for her own guilt, she allowed the men their curiosity, and tried not
to let it get too her.
Getting home was a relief. She kicked off
her heels and hurried in for a shower, before Jenna came around as arranged.
Wanting comfort and not having bought much in the way of casual wear yet,
Rochelle donned one of Ricky’s old sweatshirts. It was big enough to wear with
just panties as it looked like a short dress on her smaller body. She had to
roll the sleeves up to free her hands. When Jenna arrived, she was full of
questions as to how the day had gone. Jenna convinced Rochelle to change her
hair with the soap to give the staff a chance to get used to it before the main
facial change.
“Won’t they ask how I grew it so fast?”
argued Rochelle, thinking things were getting out of hand.
“Well, if you knew much about fashion, you’d
know there is such a thing as hair extensions. Lots of women and even men have
them added. It’s no big deal, come on, I’ll help you with it,” Jenna argued
persuasively.
Five minutes later, Rochelle was sat in a
chair in front of the bathroom sink, while Jenna, wearing plastic gloves,
carefully washed Rochelle’s hair with the soap. As the lather built up, Jenna
could see it lengthening and growing blonde. She left the soap in till it
stopped growing, a sign she took that it had finished doing its magic. Rinsing
took just as long to ensure the no soap run onto her face. Jenna noticed
something odd about the hair as she was combing it out. The hair appeared to
be already styled and hadn’t grown the same amount all over. Grabbing a hair
dryer, she just let the hairstyle itself, only helping it a bit with a brush to
fluff it out.
Looking at it once it was dry, Jenna
thought there was something familiar about it, but she couldn’t pin it down.
Rochelle was shocked to see she had gone blonde, but admitted that it went with
the other major part of her new body.
Jenna and Rochelle went out for dinner, to
celebrate her new blonde look. Rochelle was rather uncertain about all the
unwanted male attention she was getting, but Jenna seemed to love it, and even
seemed to enjoy flirting with them.
“Jenna, what are you doing? You know I’m
not into men, even if I was able,” complained Rochelle, on one of their forays
into the ladies.
“ It’s fun teasing them, knowing they won’t
be getting to first base,” answered Jenna, as she promptly undid her work on
her lipstick as she kissed Rochelle deeply. “ Just relax, you need to enjoy
looking as you do, it’s a big turn on to me, knowing what’s in the panties,
that the men all want to get into,” laughed jenna. She turned back to the
mirror and repaired her lipstick, pointing out to Rochelle to do the same.
“You’re an evil woman, you know that? All
those poor guys panting over us, and you lead them on, playing hard to get,”
admonished Rochelle, doing a complete turnaround, as she saw the humour in the
situation.
“Well, I know who is hard... that’s for
sure,” teased Jenna, reaching for Rochelle’s concealed weapon.
“Hey watch it, I’m not that kind of girl,”
pouted Rochelle, as she avoided making any further embarrassing scenes.
“You’re not any type of girl,” giggled
Jenna, as they walked back to their table.
Rochelle showed Jenna what kind of girl she
was, later that night, before Jenna reluctantly went home. The next day, the
women surrounded Rochelle, as they admired her hair. Luckily, none seemed to
get bitchy about her new look. The men of course paid more attention for a
while, but Rochelle’s strictly business manner, soon made it clear she was here
to work, and not to flirt. Steven came and said her leave was approved,
complimenting Rochelle on her new look.
The rest of the week went routinely,
Rochelle found herself included in the chatter at break time, as the women
invited Rochelle top sit with them, instead of her usual spot. Rochelle didn’t
talk a lot, but learned all the gossip about who was going with who and what
they thought of the men in the office. She even accepted an invitation to go
shopping with them during lunch break. They seemed to enjoy teasing her a
little on her choices, as Rochelle attempted to increase her store of casual
clothes. It was just in fun as they kept holding up some sexy clothing against
her and saying she could catch any guy in it.
On Friday night, Jenna was around as soon
as she left work. Time for the final application of soap had Rochelle very
nervous. Even knowing she could pass as she was, Jenna was adamant that there
would be no mistaking Rochelle for a man or a transvestite.
Again, Jenna donned plastic gloves, before
massaging the lather of the soap onto Rochelle’s face. She gasped as
Rochelle’s facial features rearranged themselves. Once the partially obscuring
lather had been rinsed away, and Jenna got her first look at Rochelle’s new
look, her face went white, alarming Rochelle, before she too looked in the mirror.
“Oh my goodness!” exclaimed Rochelle,
before she fainted.
Groggily coming awake, Rochelle saw Jenna’s
strained face, looking anxiously at hers.
“Tell me I didn’t see what I saw in the
mirror,” begged Rochelle.
“You did... I’m sorry I made you do it, I
didn’t know it would turn out this way,” apologized Jenna, tears leaking from
her eyes.
“What am I going to do now?” Rochelle
asked rhetorically.
“I thought the hair reminded me of
someone. The packaging on the soap really took it literally. You look exactly
like the missing movie star, Rachelle Summers.” Jenna confirmed.
Rochelle remembered seeing the item on the
missing film star in the news, several weeks back. Apparently, she had been on
a cruise ship in the Caribbean, when she disappeared. The news had made a big
splash of it, blaming everything from alien abduction to mob hits. Falling
overboard and drowning was dismissed as being too mundane, so they made up
other, more sensational, reasons.
The similarity in Rochelle and Rachelle’s
names was eerily coincidental. Rochelle hoped that whatever was behind her
sudden transformation, hadn’t been involved in Rachelle’s disappearance. It
made the alien story seem even more feasible.
“Maybe the soap contained essence de
Rachelle,” joked a grim faced Rochelle.
“First thing tomorrow, you have the hair
shortened and dyed black or something,” suggested Jenna, trying to come up with
a solution.
Jenna stayed overnight, but their sex that
night was subdued, as they both wrestled with the problem of keeping out of the
eye of the press.
Next morning, Rochelle was dressed
casually, as both she and Jenna went to the nearest hairdressers. There was a
15-minute wait, before a stylist became free. Rochelle thought that she was giving
a few odd looks by the receptionist and by a customer as the woman exited the
salon. A few minutes before Rochelle was due to be called, a woman rushed in,
slightly out of breath, followed by a cameraman, lugging a television camera
for one of the local news channels. Immediately Rochelle was inundated with
questions, from the newswoman.
Despite her protests that her name was
Rochelle Winters, the woman persisted.
“This is Melanie Brown, reporting live from
Sophie’s salon in East Worthington, where an anonymous caller reported seeing
the missing film star, Rachelle Summers.”
At this point Rochelle, saw the cameraman
turn his camera towards her. She saw the trailing lead from the camera going
outside and realised with shock, that this was a live feed. Melanie started a
barrage of questions that Rochelle just shook her head at, refusing to answer.
Jenna tried protecting her and fending off the questions. Getting to the point
of tears, Rochelle tried to leave, but her escape route was suddenly cut off,
as the salon owner locked the entrance doors, almost cutting off the cable
feed, before it was eased under the door.
Asking to be let out fell on deaf ears, as
the owner said she didn’t want her place inundated by press. Rochelle
suspected she was more after the publicity from the media attention, than safe
guarding her premises. Jenna, seeing that there was no option, called the
police on her cell phone, asking for help.
Melanie, realising that she wasn’t getting
any answers, started regaling the viewers about Rachelle’s background, and the
circumstances of her disappearance. The police arrived during this and had the
owner open the door. Once they spotted Rochelle, they escorted her outside to
their car. The cameraman was following closely, capturing it all. One of the
officers told Rochelle that she had to come to the precinct, as there were some
questions to be asked. Seeing no point in giving the media more fuel, by
resisting, Rochelle agreed. Jenna was allowed to come close at Rochelle’s
insistence, and they managed to have a few private words together. Jenna said
she’d follow in her car and meet her at the precinct.
She was finger printed before being held in
a private office away from prying eyes. Jenna joined her soon after, as she
insisted she be admitted. Another officer came in and questioned her, seeming
unsatisfied with getting her name. He left for a while, then came back with
some startling news.
“Miss Summers, I’d like to know what
happened on the night of your disappearance?”
“But I told you I’m not...” Rochelle
started to repeat, getting annoyed.
“Miss Summers,” he repeated with an
exasperated tone. “Your finger prints prove that you’re Rachelle Summers. If
this is some weird publicity stunt...” he left the threat implied.
Both of them were stunned. Somehow the
effect of the soap had literally given Ricky, Rachelle’s looks, right down to
her fingerprints. Before they could say anything, another officer knocked,
then poked his head in, saying Rachelle’s lawyer was here and he was demanding
access to his client. The girl’s looked at each other with puzzled looks, not
daring to say, “We don’t have a lawyer.”
The girls were soon cast loose, from their
moorings, as the lawyer, when he entered, took charge of their lives. His
first words on seeing Rochelle were.
“Did you say anything?” then he said, “Did
they read you your rights?”
At Rochelle’s, “No,” reply to both
questions, the lawyer smiled at hearing the first and the grin turned nasty, as
he blasted the officer in charge. He took Rochelle’s arm and accused the
officer of several breaches of the law, as he hustled a dazed Rochelle out.
Jenna tagged along, not wanting to be separated from her lover. The lawyer
acknowledged Jenna and introduced himself as Geoffrey Harding, once he had sat
them in his limo. She told him her name and that she was a friend of
Rochelle’s
His first words, once the limo was
underway, was,
“ I don’t suppose there’s a reason why you
just up and disappeared like that is there?”
At their negative shaking of heads, he
sighed, and muttered under his breath, something about stars and their games.
“How did you find us and where are you
taking us?” asked Jenna, knowing it would be better if she asked the questions.
“I’m dropping both of you off at Rachelle’s
home, so your agent can come as sort out some kind of press release. I
happened to be here on another matter when I heard on a newsflash that you had
been found. I rang the station and found out where you had been taKen, before
rushing over.”
Rochelle was thankful that for the moment,
they were away from the group of reporters that they had seen outside the
station. The lawyer had whisked them away in the limo without stopping for
anything or anyone. Rochelle wondered how they would get away from Rachelle’s
home, without passing another gauntlet of reporters.
‘Would either of their lives ever be the
same?’ She thought, as they drove through an electronic controlled gate
passing into a massive tree lined estate.
The car pulled up at an impressive mansion,
where both women were escorted inside. Geoff made a few calls, while Rochelle
tried to look at home in this strange home. They had just found the main
bedroom, where Rachelle obviously slept, when Geoff called out from downstairs
that he had alerted her staff to come back and that her press manager was on
his way.
Rochelle went down to thank him, as he was
leaving to resume the other matter he had been pulled away from, in his dash to
see to her needs. He gave her an unexpected kiss as he left, luckily not
seeing her flinch back in startlement.
Left to their own devices, the pair
investigated the house from top to bottom. Jenna was all gah gah over the
beautiful clothes, Rachelle had owned. Rochelle wasn’t quite as happy, not
knowing when their deception would be discovered, but went along with Jenna in
checking things out. Jenna wanted to try on some of the many gowns in the
massive wardrobe. She managed to get Rochelle to join in, saying she couldn’t
meet anyone in the gear she had on.
“Okay, but if we get busted, I’m blaming
you,” promised Rochelle, as she reached for a long peach gown in satin.
“If you’re going to wear that, you’ll need
to wear the right undies,” Jenna pointed out.
Knowing her lover was still a novice at
this, Jenna promptly went through the drawers of sexy intimate apparel that
lined one wall. Rochelle bowed to Jenna’s expertise, and was soon admiring
herself in the floor to ceiling mirror. It was still strange to see a
beautiful woman looking back at her, where she once used to see a man. As she
slid her hands down her body, feeling the slick sensuous material move under
her fingers, she realised that she was enjoying it. The way she looked was
turning her on. Her penis, inside her peach coloured panties, was throbbing
for release in its feminine entrapment, and her vagina was also in a state of
excitement. She could feel the heat and the dampness increase with her
thoughts of sex with Jenna.
Once Jenna was dressed in a lilac lame
gown, she quickly accessorized both of them, from the vast array of jewellery
that Rachelle owned. They stood there, in high heels, admiring each other,
before Jenna’s stomach rumbled.
Finding something to eat, was a two man?
job. Jenna looked in the huge kitchen, while Rochelle tottered carefully on
her heels to see what was in the walk in chiller/freezer. Once they had
unfrozen and cooked lunch, they sat down to make plans.
“You realise, that if you can pull this
off, that you will be rich?” Jenna asked Rochelle. “I don’t see how you can
go back to working 9-5 in your old job with that body,” she added.
“But how can I carry it off? I’m not an
actress, I don’t know her staff, let alone her friends,” argued Rochelle,
realizing her life could never be the same, no matter what happened.
“Well people tend to see, what they expect
to see. We could say you fell overboard and hit your head on some driftwood,
the same driftwood you clung to and saved your life. About being an actress,
well you did do some amateur stuff at college as I recall, plus you seem to
pull off the, ‘I’m transgendered,’ act off okay.”
“ You mean the walk like a duck, quack like
a duck thing?” Rochelle asked, sensing that there maybe a way to pull it off.
“Exactly, you look like Rachelle, um you
don’t exactly talk like her though,” Jenna looked worried.
“You mean like this?” aped Rochelle in the
slightly gushier manner Rachelle used as her screen voice.
“Perfect, how did you do that? I didn’t
know you could sound like her.” Enthused Jenna, as she hugged Rochelle.
“Um, well I could do that after you left in
the morning on that first day. I had a few drinks to relax and my voice
started sounding like that while I was talking to myself, cursing doesn’t sound
very effective in that voice. I found I could talk with several voices. I
just used the one that didn’t sound quite so...”
“Bimboish?” completed Jenna with a giggle.
“Yes, I think I have a wider vocal range
now, that’s how I managed my old Ricky voice to my boss.”
“I just had a thought, perhaps Rachelle’s
normal voice is the one you have been using, Geoff didn’t make any comment.
Perhaps the other is only her screen voice after all,” offered Jenna.
“You could be right. I mean look at the
movies she’s done. They have all been ones where she is there more for visual
effect than for her acting ability. Not taking anything away from her talent
to look good, but she has been type cast as the beautiful bimbo sidekick.
Maybe I could do better than her,” speculated Rochelle.
“Yes, I think you could,” agreed Jenna.
“It’s worth a shot to try being Rachelle, seeing as your fingerprints match,
they can’t prove otherwise.”
“Yeah, but I do have a certain something
extra than the original did.”
“Nothing a bit of soap won’t wash off,”
Jenna laughed.
“Hey! I’m rather attached to that last bit
of me,” protested Rochelle.
“Me too, I like being attached to it as
well,” grinned Jenna suggestively.
Any further experiments in attaching
certain parts to other parts, was cut short, as a chime alerted them to the
prospects of visitors. The chime went again and a voice called out from a
speaker grill in the lounge as they came down stairs.
“Rachelle buzz me through the gates, we
have serious matters to discuss.”
Rochelle jabbed at a button just below the
speaker. She watched a small screen light up with picture of a man whose face
was leaning out of a car window.
“Who are you? And what do you want?” asked
Rochelle in her bimbo voice.
Jenna went into not so silent fits of
laughter, hearing her speak, much to Rochelle’s disgust, as she tried to hear
the guys reply. She tried to wave her away with some frantic sign language, as
the man’s angry words came back.
“You silly cow, stop drinking and let me
in. It’s Jonathon your publicity agent. Let me in. The press are gathering
here and I need to come up with a statement.”
Rochelle was tempted to ask, ‘Jonathon
who,’ just to piss him off for the ‘silly cow’ comment, but refrained, knowing
she needed him for a while at least. She pressed the button marked gate, and
saw the face withdraw as he drove into the estate. As if the opening of the
gate was a sign that the estate was once again occupied. The chime went again
and another voice started asking for a comment, saying he was from one of the
local network stations.
Rochelle ignored him, moving towards the
doors as the agent drove up. He stormed in as though he owned the place,
ignoring Jenna’s presence, as he turned to Rochelle and leaned close to sniff
her breath.
“I don’t believe it, no drink, and its
after lunch? Must be drugs then,” he insinuated, looking closely at her eyes.
Rochelle had flinched away when Jonathon
had first invaded her comfort zone. Now she was angry. Needed or not,
Jonathon needed taking down a peg.
“For your information, I’m not drunk, nor
am I on drugs, Buster.” She growled in her normal voice. Although not as
forceful as she would have liked, her tone did seem to penetrate into his
skull. Obviously Rachelle was both a drinker and a user. This might give
credence to the story of her falling overboard.
Jonathon apologised, saying he was just
stressed out over her disappearance. When he finally got round to asking where
she had been, they gave him the story about falling overboard and losing her
memory.
“But you’re alright now?” he asked
hopefully.
“No, I still have no recollection of who I
was. My past is still a blank slate to me,” lied Rochelle.
“Hmmm, I think it best if we stick to one
of the other stories that is floating around. Kidnapped by a fan and hidden
away in a sanatorium to dry out. Memory loss from trauma in the abduction, led
to brainwashing and loss of identity. Made to think you were said fans
boyfriend, hence the name you were claiming was yours.”
Jenna and Rochelle looked at each other,
the same thought running through their minds. ‘Is this guy for real? Nobody
will buy that.’
But they did. The media loved it. In the
next two weeks, Rochelle, now officially Rachelle lived a life of luxury, as ‘her’
staff came back and commiserated with her over her ordeal. The problem with
her amnesia was mostly overlooked, as people ‘she’ used to know reintroduced
themselves. Janet, her personal secretary, fended off those seeking to take
advantage of her loss of memory, by pretending they were old friends. She was
reissued her bankcards and licenses, and if any one noticed any difference in
her signature, it was politely forgotten. Rochelle now Rachelle, quit her old
job, as did Jenna, now that they had a full time job being a movie star. Jenna
suggested that they open a new bank account in her name and transfer sufficient
funds over to it in case Rochelle was ever exposed as a fraud. That way, they
could live on the money, till they found their feet again.
Movie directors were flocking to her door,
trying to get her to star in their next picture. One even offered to make a
movie about the experiences she had gone through. Rochelle turned down that
one, but kept her options open on the other offers until she was sure that her
substitution hadn’t been detected.
Janet was a great help in filling her in on
her old life. She was invited to live in the house, using one of the many
extra bedrooms there. Rochelle, turned Rachelle, found that her finances had taKen
a major turn for the better. No more money worries for her, not with the
millions she now had in the bank from her predecessor’s earnings.
Janet told her that her habits seemed to
have changed, no longer drinking and throwing wild parties. Lucky for the new
Rachelle, was the fact that everyone took her new habits to be a direct result
of her ordeal, never suspecting the truth of the matter. They all seemed to
agree that they liked the new Rachelle better.
There was only one thing that stood in the
way of Rachelle’s total disguise, but Jenna didn’t want Rachelle to use the
soap on that particular organ.
“But I can’t do a movie in a bathing suit
with that thing sticking out,” sighed Rachelle.
“Do you really want it to go?” asked Jenna,
biting her lip.
“No, of course not,” returned Rachelle,
bringing a sigh of relief from Jenna. It’s just, the bikinis that I’m expected
to wear are so small I cant just tuck it and not have it seen.”
“Lets go look and see what we can do,”
Jenna suggested, dragging Rachelle to the bathroom.
Once there, Jenna had Rachelle strip, while
Jenna tried manipulating the last reminder of her male beginnings.
As the two fussed and tried different
methods of concealment, a green blob shimmered into existence above their heads.
The imp was back, checking on one of the first recipients of its magic gift.
It hovered there, unseen, while it gathered information. It felt a certain
satisfaction as it reviewed the results of its work. The person had benefited
from its change in form, although it hadn’t completed it totally.
Understanding the conversation, and seeing that the two trying to figure a
temporary way of hiding part of the old form, the imp decided to aid them,
before going on to its next transformed recipient.
The two girls left, the bathroom, deciding
to see what was available on the Internet to help hide Rachelle’s extra bit.
They didn’t see a green tendril reach out to the soap that sat in the shower,
which glowed for a moment, before returning to it’s innocent looking pink
colour. The imp winked out, as it headed away to see the results from one of
the other bars of soap.
That evening, Rachelle had gone for a
shower, as she normally did before dressing for dinner. She was washing her
body with the imp-altered soap, when it happened.
“Jenna!” she shouted, her scared sounding
voice, bringing Jenna running.
“What’s up? You see a mouse?” Panted
Jenna, as she looked into the bathroom.
“No, it’s gone,” replied a worried voice.
“What’s gone?” Jenna asked, coming into
the bathroom and looking at Rachelle’s naked wet body.
Rachelle turned to face Jenna and pointed
down. Jenna, slowly allowed her gaze to drop, taking in the lovely form of her
lover. For a moment she didn’t realise what she was seeing, or rather, not
seeing.
“Oh my god, you used the soap?” she cried,
mourning the loss of her favourite appendage.
“No I didn’t, I only used this one,”
explained Rachelle, showing Jenna the soap she had been using all week.
Jenna came closer, unmindful of the drops
of water falling off rachelle’s wet body. She used her fingers to trace over
the spot where once hung Ricky’s manhood. Her fingers felt something, a small
slit, half hidden in the fine hair. Using two fingers she opened it and peered
closer.
“It’s not gone,” she said excitedly. “ At
least something is still there,” she added, as she tried manipulating the
hidden organ.
“Ah!! I can feel that,” offered Rachelle
as she felt the familiar tingle in her manhood. Suddenly Rachelle’s penis
exploded outwards as blood engorged it, nearly poking Jenna’s eye out.
“Hey, watch it girl, or you’ll be arrested
for having a concealed weapon,” grinned Jenna.
“ I thought you were keeping an eye on it,”
responded Rachelle, with a relieved giggle. “Maybe it’s a weapon of a misses
destruction,” Rachelle added, with a grin.
“Yes it could turn a Miss into a Mrs. if it
went off without the defense shields on.” Jenna threw back with a laugh.
They experimented with it for a while;
finding out that it could now be retracted into the body with the opening
barely being seen. To make it come out from its new hidey-hole, it had to be
physically stimulated. This meant that if Rachelle got horny, the normal
hardening of her member couldn’t be seen she would feel her vagina moisten and
still feel the penis get excited, but nothing tented her panties until a finger
was inserted inside the new slit. Even rubbing on the outside wasn’t
sufficient to bring it forth, which meant any activity with a man or actor wouldn’t
reveal her secret. They took the suspect soap and locked it away with the
other bar they had recovered from Ricky’s old place.
Rachelle’s exposure increased with her new
ability to hide her penis. Not only in the sun, where she started wearing her bikinis
around the pool on the estate, but also in public and on the movie sets of the
films she had accepted parts for. Jenna was never far away from Rachelle’s
side, and rumours abound with hints of her being gay. The initial media frenzy
with her first public exposure slowly wore off, as other juicier titbits caught
their attention. To offset the growing lesbian comments that were floating
around, Rachelle gave in to Jenna’s insistence, that she tried dating a guy.
Jenna wasn’t happy about the need to do
this, fearing she may lose her lover, but didn’t want the public placing gay
labels on Rachelle in case it hurt her in the movie industry. Rachelle had
shown that she had some real talent, after insisting on a departure from her
old roles. Her recent notoriety, gave her an appeal that the directors wanted
to capitalize on, and so they gave her the parts she wanted.
“Jen, I don’t want to date a guy,
especially Peter Ryan. He’s too ass grabby,” complained Rachelle as she got
ready for her first date with a man.
“Look, he’s the leading man in your latest
movie, it’s expected for you to have at least a few dates with him,” insisted
Jenna, as she helped zip Rachelle into her new gown.
“He’ll want to have sex, I know he will,”
grumbled Rachelle, as she pulled at the gown to remove any hint of wrinkles.
“So? You are on the pill; anyway it might
be just the thing we need. It’s bound to get around. Do you think that he’s
the type to keep something like that a secret?”
“He’ll probably ring his friends during the
act, if he had his way,” snorted Rachelle.
Jenna laughed, and hugged her lover,
wishing she was to be the one to ravish Rachelle that night. Giving Rachelle a
light kiss, she announced her ready.
“Go get him tiger, just don’t forget to
come back to me,” Jenna said wistfully.
“No chance of that,” promised the beautiful
creature that once looked far different in form.
Rachelle’s evening started off okay. Peter
had driven up and entered the estate in his fiery red Mercedes coupe. He
complimented her on her outfit and hurried her into the car, before taking her
off to a high priced restaurant. Rachelle wasn’t that impressed with all the
attention she drew with her date. Several of the paparazzi were able to get
some photos of her and Peter together, which she assumed would be soon in
circulation.
Coming from a modest background, Rachelle
liked her food simple and tasty as well as filling. Getting spoon fed with
fancy tiny portions at each of the many courses took time and left her feeling
like she hadn’t eaten much. When the main course arrived, she found it hardly
worth the price Peter was going to pay for it. After nearly 3 hours, she was
ready to leave. Peter took her to a private party where he seemed to know
everyone, and Rachelle wondered if her being there was more showing off his
latest conquest than to have a good time with a new date. Rachelle filled up
on a few snacks as Peter introduced her to his friends. She was offered
several different types of drugs, and she wondered if her predecessor would
have taKen them. Being careful to pour her own drinks from freshly opened
bottles, she circulated after Peter.
Around midnight, Peter drove her home. She
invited him in for a nightcap, which he accepted eagerly. She allowed him to
ply her with drinks knowing that she needed a good buzz before she could
contemplate going to bed with him. Feeling no pain after several large
brandys, Rachelle found herself lip locked with Peter. She closed her eyes and
imagined it was Jenna kissing her, which helped, although the scratchiness of
his face made that illusion hard to keep in mind. Allowing him to carry her
into one of the spare bedrooms, Rachelle let Peter do what he had wanted to do
all evening. Sex with Peter wasn’t bad; her body reacted favourably to his
unskilled manipulations. The orgasm, when it came and came again, made her
feel glad she had experienced it, but her love for Jenna only grew. Jenna made
love. It wasn’t just sex.
Peter left soon after, which allowed
Rachelle to go back to her bedroom and snuggle up to a sleepy Jenna. Her
mumbled words, “how was it?” was silenced by a kiss and a, “I’ll tell you in
the morning,” as Rachelle cuddled close to her love.
Rachelle’s recount of the date the next
morning, made Jenna feel happy. Her love wasn’t going to leave her for the
arms of a man. She decided to check out what was available in a double-ended
vibrating dildo, just so Rachelle could scratch that itch again.
Janet became party to the relationship
between Jenna and Rachelle. It was inevitable in a way, seeing as she worked
so closely with them. When it became plain that she knew they slept together,
Rachelle pulled her to one side and explained.
“After my experience, I find it hard to have
a relationship with a guy anymore,” she confided to Janet.
She didn’t exactly lie, she just didn’t
tell Janet which experience it was. Janet assumed wrongly that it was her
abduction and incarceration experience, not the change from Ricky to Rachelle.
Janet told Rachelle, that her sex life was none of her business. Janet did
reveal that she was bi also; to show Rachelle she had her own unorthodox view
on sex.
This revelation later lead to a threesome a
few days later, as once Jenna was told, she managed to set up a night of
passion. During the evening’s sexual romp, while Janet was engaged with
licking Jenna’s copious juices and having her breasts fondled by Jenna as she
sat on Janet’s face, Rachelle stimulated her penis and entered Janet’s own
leaking love nest. Rachelle pumped away while fondling Jenna’s breasts and
kissing her urgently. The three-way orgasm almost broke the union of the three
women as they writhed and moaned in mutual release. Only Janet was puzzled, as
they finally separated. She was sure, that what she had felt, was a penis
entering her, as it had been warm and she had felt the thing pulse and
ejaculate into her love canal. Looking at Rachelle she saw that she wasn’t
wearing a dildo, nor was any in sight on the bed.
“That was fantastic,” Janet gushed. “How
did you penetrate me like that?” she asked languidly as she relaxed into post
orgasmic stupor.
She saw the look that passed between Jenna
and Rachelle.
“What?” asked Janet, knowing that there was
a secret being hidden here.
Getting the imperceptible nod of agreement
from Jenna. Rachelle showed Janet her secret weapon. Janet was startled when
she saw the monster pop out from seemingly nowhere. She tentatively touched it
like it was a dangerous snake, before exclaiming that it was real.
Janet was astute to know that this was
impossible. She demanded an explanation.
“You won’t believe this, but I’m not really
Rachelle, I’m not even a woman,” Rachelle started, again waiting for Jenna’s
nod to reveal everything.
It took an hour to tell Janet the whole
story, an hour filled with questions from Janet. She was shown the soaps, and
told of their effects on former Ricky.
“So you’re saying the real Rachelle is
dead?” Janet asked sadly.
“We think so, she hasn’t shown up to
denounce me, so I think it’s safe to assume she is gone,” answered Rachelle
sadly.
“I can hardly believe that these innocent
looking bars of soap gave you that body. I also find it strange that a bar of
soap you had already used, suddenly changed you again,” Janet argued.
“Especially as we were just trying to
figure a way to hide my penis,” stated Rachelle. “It was like someone heard us
and... Oh no!” surely not.” Gasped Rachelle, as a thought hit her.
“You think we were overheard?” Jenna
asked, coming to the same conclusion.
“You think there’s a bug in her?” Janet
asked, looking around the bedroom in alarm.
“Either I was the target of some
experimental drug from the government or it was aliens, me, I’m leaning towards
aliens,” stated Rachelle excitedly.
“Why aliens and not some secret government
agency?” asked Janet.
“Well, if we were overheard, which I think,
seems likely, given the soap did exactly what we wanted and nothing more, how
did they change the soap in that short time? We were in the next room and it
was only ten minutes before I went and showered.”
They sat huddled together on the bed as the
idea of aliens experimenting on humans sank in. The implications were
enormous. Were there others out there in the same boat?
“Shit, did you see the news the other
night?” Janet asked. “There was a story of some woman claiming to be a man
after having a shower. She/he was accusing the government of tampering with
the water supply.”
“No, we would have been swimming in the
pool, around that time,” Jenna answered.
“What did she look like?” Rachelle asked,
quickly.
“Well it was only on for a minute, but she
looked like a younger version of Kate Bush,” Janet’s said, her eyes widening in
realization.
“How many others?” Jenna pondered,
wondering where it would all end.
Things went smoothly for several weeks.
Rachelle found that she could act, and amazed her directors on her new found
ability to take on a serious role. For the most part, Rachelle enjoyed doing
the work, although having to act passionately with men was her biggest
problem. She and Jenna made a decision to quit the movie industry, after the
next two films and try something else. After all, money and fame wasn’t
everything, and seeing she was now wealthy enough not to have to work, she
wanted to travel and see the world.
Then trouble hit, well it hit Janet more
than anything. She had been seeing a new guy, who had seemed nice enough at
first, but turned out to be a sleaze bag. Apparently, he had been seeing Janet
to try getting closer to Rachelle, after finding out Janet worked and lived in
Rachelle’s home. Janet hadn’t invited him back to her room after the first
time he had picked her up from the mansion. She’d seen his lustful looks when
Rachelle had met him briefly, and wasn’t prepared to have him looking at
Rachelle while he was with her.
“What happened to your eye?” Jenna asked,
looking concerned, as she saw Janet drag herself down for breakfast.
“Nothing, I walked into a door,” lied
Janet, as she plumped herself down at the table.
“Hmmm and the door bruised your arms as
well?” Jenna probed, knowing Janet was lying.
Janet looked down at the bruises that were
just beginning to show on her arms. Just then Rachelle swept into the room
looking cheerful.
“What’s up guys?” she chirped, before
getting a kiss from Jenna.
“ Janet’s about to tell us about how she
came to get banged about like that.”
Rachelle turned to look at Janet, wincing,
as she saw the marks on her face and arms.
“If you must know, it was Ken. He wanted
to come back to my room and stay the night. When I refused, he beat me up,”
Janet sobbed as she broke down and confessed.
“Why would he do that?”
“I think he’s more interested in you than
me. I think he was just using me to get closer to you,” Janet admitted
painfully.
“Hmmm, maybe we should arrange it,”
Rachelle offered, with a slight scowl.
“No, he’s just a bastard, after your
money,” Janet warned.