I would like to acknowledge the many and various stories
    regarding transgender fiction I have read.  I particular I
    would like to acknowledge those that portrayed transgender
    haunting stories.

    No person living or deceased is portrayed in this story.  The
    images are original creations and depict no person living or
    deceased.  This story is used with permission of the author.
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                                Tabor
                                  by
                                Denver


Old man Tabor loved the high life.  As a young man, he had always
dreamed of moving out west to seek his fortune.  When he hit middle
age and his ship had not come in back east, he followed his dream.
What little money he had saved up, he gambled on oil exploration.  He
reasoned that the new horseless carriages would need a lot of oil to
run.  His bet paid off.  Several wells in Texas and Oklahoma made him
a very wealthy man.

Like all good wealthy men he decided to build a grand edifice to
himself; his choice was a mansion.  About fifty miles southeast of
Leadville Colorado he found his Shangri-La.  A quiet valley surrounded
on all sides by mountains was the perfect choice.  A narrow passage
was the only way into his secluded oasis.  The mine that had been
there had played out years ago, so he didn't have to worry about
prospectors trying to lay claim to his valley.

The mansion was built 100 yards up on the side of a mountain.  Old man
Tabor spared no expense on the estate; a spiral staircase separated
two large ballrooms and lavish entertaining rooms flanked the
ballrooms.  Some of the second level was set aside for food
preparation and other essential services.  The third level was
reserved for sleeping accommodations, while the basement was set aside
for the staff to live in.

As much as old man Tabor enjoyed constantly updating and adding onto
his mansion, he loved to entertain.  He transported a virtual who's
who of his day to his accommodations.  There were always plenty of
beautiful women on hand.  Somewhere in the midst of his debauchery he
met his wife Victoria.  She was a vision to him.  She had
long. jet-black hair, deep brown eyes and a very alluring figure.  One
thing however, she was at least 5' 10" tall.  That in and of itself is
not so strange, but old man Tabor was only 5' 3" and portly.  Together
they were a really odd couple.

Most women would keep an eagle eye on their mates for signs of
infidelity.  Not Victoria though, she not only knew but approved and
participated.  It was rumored that she was worse then her husband.

The year of 1912 hit old man Tabor particularly hard.  His beloved
wife died of tuberculosis and his fortune was lost.  Getty decided
that Tabor Industries were ripe for the picking, and he was right.
After Getty was done, nothing was left for the old man but a mountain
of debt.  Unable to pay his taxes, his property was foreclosed by the
state.

As the marshal entered Tabor's sacred valley, a fierce storm came up.
Lightning crashed down all around the marshal and his men.  The men
were spooked when the storm left as quickly as it came.  They found
old man Tabor dead on the long stairway leading up to his bedroom.
The marshal concluded the lightning had taken out the old man.  The
deputies knew better; there was no sign of burnt flesh or anything
else that would indicate electrocution.  The look on the dead old
man's face was one of glee.  Two men swore they saw him looking down
at them from a third floor bedroom.

The fastest burial in the history of the west took place that day.
The men got old man Tabor in the ground so fast that the dirt
practically followed him down into the grave.  The men with shovels
worked like madmen, and the men without shovels used their hands.  The
marshal was impressed at how hard the men worked, normally they took a
day to bury a man.  A revolt almost occurred when the marshal
suggested staying in the mansion.  After several minutes of fierce
debate, the marshal gave in and they left the quiet valley.

The state tried to sell the Tabor estate on several occasions.  Like a
bad penny it kept on coming back.  Sometimes the occupants would show
up back in Leadville scared out of their wits.  They told of strange
goings on and ghostly apparitions.  Others simply disappeared.  The
official cause was that they were lost in the wilderness, but the town
folk knew better.

Once a music video was to be shot at the old mansion.  However,
strange accidents and missing persons hampered shooting.  The official
news release was that the "producers had moved in a different creative
direction." That was legalese for "it scared the hell out of them."

                               ******

THUD.

The car tire dropped into the hole.  "Is there a pothole you haven't
missed?" Kurt complained.

Pete shot back at him with an angry glare.  "You're the one who want
to come," Pete said grinding his teeth, "Besides, we're there."

Kurt couldn't believe how tired and sore he was from the trip.
Hopping, out he stretched his aching body.  Taking a deep breath of
the crisp mountain air, he surveyed the valley before him.  It was
amazingly beautiful.  Kurt turned to see the second SUV pull up behind
them.  Four men got out of the vehicle and grabbed their backpacks.
The men stood in a military-like line and waited.

Pete looked at the silent pledges and paced before them like a general
addressing his troops.  "You pledges are expected to stay here one
week.  You have to stay in the mansion the whole time.  If you set
foot outside then you will be blackballed."

As Pete continued his list of admonishments, a cold wind swept the
valley.  Sunsets came quickly in the Rockies and the day was just
about gone.  Nobody wanted to drive at night on these trails, and this
included Pete.  This, more than anything else, convinced him to finish
his talk and get back in his SUV.  Kurt jumped into the second SUV and
quickly followed Pete out of the Valley.

Tom and Steve practically ran up the very long stairs to the front
porch.  Unlike the physically fit athletes Tom and Steve, Alex and
Kent huffed and puffed their way up one agonizing step at a time.  At
the top of the stairs, Steve walked up to the railing and looked at
the two SUVs disappearing into the distance.  "I can't believe I'm
doing this."

"I know.  This sucks." Tom replied.

Alex stopped gasping for air and waited for Kent to catch up.  "This
is so stupid.  They're never going to let us join," Alex complained.

"This was your idea" Kent gasped, "I don't want to hear about it."

Alex looked up at Tom and Steve.  "I bet the jocks don't have any
trouble getting into the Fraternity."

Kent, always the pragmatist, said "It's too late to back out now.  We
have no way home and nowhere else to stay.  Let's just make the best
of it."

Alex just grumbled and continued his ascent.  The two pledges at the
top of the stairs caught their breath and rested a moment.  Steve
turned and looked at Tom saying, "I'm missing a week of practice for
this.  I had a date Saturday night."

"I know," replied Tom.

"It was a double date, remember?" Steve whined, "We are going to
really catch it from coach when we get back,"

"I'm trying not to think about it," Tom quipped.

Tom surveyed the massive wooden doors before him.  They were ornately
carved and looked to weigh a ton.  Surprisingly enough, they opened
with the slightest bit of effort on his part.  "They don't build them
like this anymore," Tom muttered.  Grabbing his flashlight, he walked
inside.  Steve followed closely behind him.

At the top of the stairs, Alex and Kent found the large wooden doors
already open and two of backpacks dropped in the middle of the foyer.
They heard the sound of distant voices and footsteps.  "You want to
look around too, Alex?"

Alex wearily looked up at Kent and said, "All I want to do is find a
room and crash."

"Sleep?" Kent complained.  "We just got here.  I mean it's only 4:00
PM."

"I don't care," Alex replied walking to the grand staircase.  "I need
rest."

Not wanting to be alone in the dark mansion, Kent followed Alex up
stairs.  Kent broke out his flashlight and the pair walked down the
seemingly endless hallway.  Something made the hair on Kent's neck
stand on end.  He shook off the feeling and attributed it to dark
unfamiliar surroundings.  Yet deep down inside the feeling remained.

Alex eventually tried one of the doorknobs.  The large carved door
creaked open.  The light from the window partially illuminated the
room.  Out of habit rather then thought Alex reached for the light
switch.  To his surprise the light flooded the room.  Kent quickly
joined him eager to leave the enveloping darkness of the hallway.

"How is this possible?" Kent said out loud.  Alex replied, "It must be
those music video people.  You know the ones the brothers told us
about.  They must have hooked them up or something."

Alex had to take a piss bad.  He set down his pack, went into the
bathroom and closed the door.  He looked over the antique toilet with
a large wooden tank above it.  Alex screwed up his face as he lifted
up the toilet lid.  He expected to see a stained disgusting toilet
bowl.  However, what he saw was clean with water in it.

After relieving himself and flushing, he heard water filling the tank
overhead.  He walked over to the shower and tried the cold water knob.
Cold fresh water poured into the tub.  The hot water didn't work but
at least the cold did.  Alex poked his head out the door and said to
Kent, "I call this room.  I'm taking a shower.  Can you close the door
on your way out?" Kent just grunted and left looking for a room of his
own.

Alex stripped and climbed into the frigid shower.  He could only take
a few minutes of the freezing water, but he felt better after cleaning
up.  Alex stepped onto the cold tile floor and looked around for his
discarded clothes.  To his surprise they were gone! His body began to
tremble from the cold.  He could have sworn he left them in the
bathroom.

Alex opened the door and peered into his new bedroom.  His backpack
lay on the floor where he left it.  Seeing the room was empty, he
scurried to his backpack and quickly opened it.  After unzipping the
top, what his hand felt was very wrong.  He pulled out a pair of black
silk and lace trimmed French cut panties.  Frantically, he finished
unzipping the backpack and spilled the contents out on the floor.  A
pile of panties, bras, slips, skirts and other feminine articles of
clothing filled his vision.

Alex looked around in disbelief.  Letting out a sigh he thought, "Tom
and Steve must have done this." He walked over to the door and looked
out into the now completely darkened hallway.  Alex yelled, "Okay guys
very funny.  Now give me back my clothes." Silence was all that
greeted him.  "Guys come on.  The joke's over okay!" Still there was
no reply.

Alex closed the door and looked around the room.  There were no sheets
on the four-posted bed.  Then he spotted the gold and navy paisley
curtains.  He rushed over to them and tried to pull them down.  They
didn't budge.  He put his whole weight on them, but they still would
not come down.  Shivering, he dried himself with them as best he
could.  He tried to wrap himself up in them, but it was no use.  He
was freezing cold.

Staring at the pile of female clothes he finally said, "I have to.
I'm freezing." He rushed over to them and picked up a pair of black
panties.  He quickly stepped into them and pulled them up his legs and
over his hips.  Next he retrieved a royal blue silk blouse.  After
sliding each arm in the soft garment, his frozen fingers fumbled with
each wrong facing buttons.  Frantic to get warm, Alex examined the
pile of clothes for a pair of shorts or slacks.  Seeing none, he
grabbed a black leather skirt.  All of his pride was gone by this
point.  He just wanted to be warm.  Alex quickly stepped into the
skirt and pulled it up.  A zipping sound came from the skirt as he
pulled the zipper up.

His upper body was staring to warm up, but his legs were still frigid.
Fetching a pair of black stay top silk hose, he hustled to a near by
chair.  He had seen his mom and sister put on hose a hundred times.
He carefully rolled up each pair of hose and unrolled it up each leg.
After pulling up the elastic of the hose on his upper thighs, he
pulled down his skirt and smoothed it in place.  Now nearly all his
body was warm except his feet.  The cold floorboards made his feet
feel like ice cubes.

Alex walked over to the heap of clothes and fished out a pair of 3"
strap on pumps.  Stepping in each shoe he carefully wrapped the straps
around ankle.  With the straps fastened, he stood up on two very
wobbly legs.  Alex looked down at himself.  It seemed surreal to him.
He was in a strange mansion in the middle of nowhere and was in drag.
What was next, he thought.  His eyes then spotted something under his
bed.  "I'm so stupid," said Alex hitting his forehead with his hand.
He hadn't bothered to look under there.

Tom and Steve had been looking around the old mansion.  After running
around burning off excess energy, the pair finally decided to look for
a room in which to sleep.  Tom was the first to notice the light
coming from under the door.  Quietly he opened the door not wanting to
disturb whoever was inside.

He couldn't believe what he saw.  Some woman was on her knees and
looking under a bed.  Her skirt had hiked up just enough for him to
see the top of her hose.  Tom instantly felt his manhood get stiff.
Tom said clearing his throat, "Excuse me miss, do you live here?"

Alex quickly jumped to his feet.  His face was flush with
embarrassment.  "OH MY GOD,"

Tom shouted and began to roar with laughter.  Steve rushed up to see
what the commotion was all about.  Steve screwed up his face and said,
"That's sick."

"Come on Steve ,don't you want to give her a little kiss?"

Steve turned away.  "He is so not in the fraternity after this."

"You got that right," Tom said, still laughing.

Kent ran up to see what the commotion was all about.  He couldn't
believe what he was seeing.  He had known Alex since they were kids.
Kent said, "How do you grow up with someone, go to college together,
and not know about this."

Alex held out his hand and said, "Kent, I just found them.  I mean
they did this to me."

"Whatever.  Just stay away from me." replied Kent.

Tom pulled the door closed saying, "We better leave her alone.  She
looks like she's going to cry."

Alex watched as the door closed and heard their still laughing voices
in the hallway.  Cold or no cold he was going to get out of these
clothes.  He tried to unbutton the blouse, but it felt as if it was
sown shut.  The clothes would just not come off.  Frustration gripped
him as he continued to struggle.

Something was squeezing his chest.  He ran his hands over his blouse
and felt the form of a bra under it.  Confusion set in as he didn't
even remember putting one on.  "Damn it.  You're coming off." He tried
to pull down the skirt, but the waistband was too tight.  Seeing he
was getting nowhere, he shouted, "Shit, how do you get this stuff
off?"

Alex pulled the bag from under his bed.  He dumped the contents onto
the bed.  Rather than his clothes falling out, more female attire fell
out.  It was not what he wanted to see.  The closet door was slightly
ajar.  "Maybe they put them in the closet," he thought.  However, the
walk in closet was filled with various dresses, shoes, and hats.

Dejected, the weary college freshman walked over and slumped into the
overstuffed chair.  "My life is ruined.  No girl is going to go out
with me after this." The soft clinging material against his skin
didn't help his mood.  "What am I going to do?" All at once what he
needed to do came to him.  He had to convince Tom and Steve not to
tell.  Kent wouldn't be a problem.  It was the two jocks he needed to
worry about.

Once again Alex stood up on wobbly legs.  Carefully he made his way to
the door.  Taking a deep breath he slowly opened the door.  It was as
if he knew a monster was going to be behind it.  All that greeted him
was the darkened hallway.  After grabbing his flashlight, he made his
way down to the hallway.

Despite his instability, he made his way down the spiral staircase,
nearly falling once or twice, yet determination drove him onward.
Alex looked around the north great hall.  Listening carefully he heard
voices coming from the north complex beyond the north great hall.
With ever increasing urgency he moved in there direction of the
voices.  The sound led him through a maze of hallways.  Finally he
came to a door with light pouring out from under it.  He turned the
handle and walked into the room.  Instead of Tom and Steve, an empty
room was all that met his gaze.

The room was richly furnished.  The light from the torch style lamps
illuminated the burnt red walls.  A metal fixture hung from ceiling
providing additional light.  Along the wall matching red crushed
velvet chairs, bowls, and vases sat neatly arranged.  In the center of
the room was a strange red crushed velvet chair.  It was as if it was
intended to be the focal point of to the room.

Instead of a traditional seat, the person would kneel on two padded
rests while a large padded oblong seat would be situated between the
users legs.  The user was not intended to lean strictly backward but
sat between V shaped rests.

Alex felt drawn to the chair like iron to a magnet.  He walked to it
and ran his hand over the soft velvet material.  There were two large
conical indentations in the front rest were obviously intended for
female users.  Two arm rests protruded out the front.  They looked
like two large bronze tubes.

Straddling the chair, he lowered himself to his knees.  Each knee
rested on the soft pads on either side of the seat.  Alex sat down on
the padded between his legs causing his skirt to hike up.  The sight
of his hose clad legs protruding from under his skirt and the feeling
of silk panties was unsettling to him.  Ignoring the sensation, he
leaned forward against the front rest.  It was then he noticed a mask.

He pulled the mask up.  The hinge squeaked as the mask rose to the top
of the rest.  Once at the top, the mask locked into place.  Two eye
holes and nostril holes were cut into the mask, but where the mouth
was a large protruding leather tube extended.  The user was obviously
supposed to insert the tube into their mouth.

Curiosity got the best of him.  Gingerly he guided his mouth forward
taking the entire length of the tube into his mouth.  Pressing his
face into the mask he looked out he eyeholes.  One by one he placed
each forearm into the bronze tubes.  The chair certainly felt strange
to sit in, Alex pondered.

He was about to get up when the material lining the inside of the tube
constricted encircling his forearms.  No matter how hard he tried he
couldn't free himself.  The sound of gears turning came from padded
seat between his legs.  The seat 'V' shaped back and front slowly
started to move together.  Little by little they ratcheted closed,
pinning his body between them.  Terror gripped him as he wondered if
it would crush him.

When he felt it could get no worse, it did.  He felt two metallic
bands encircle his upper calves.  They held his legs fast.  Just then
the padded rest on which he knelt started to lower.  His crotch was
crushed into the seat.

Alex struggled to free himself from the chair.  He tried to call out
but all that came out was, "UUUMMMLLLL." Fighting to free himself, he
tried to pull his legs free.  All that he succeeded in doing was
giving himself a wedgie.  Continuing his struggles, he swore he felt
the weight of someone's stare.  Yet no one was there.

After a long while, to his horror he felt something pushing up from
the seat into his crotch.  A large dildo slide up through the leg hole
of his panties.  The large rounded point of the dildo pressed firmly
against his tight sphincter muscles.  Alex's heart raced, and he
fought to take short breaths through his nostrils.  His eyes grew wide
as he felt the dildo start again and push up into his virgin back
entrance.  All he could let out was a muffled cry as it pushed up into
him.  The dildo felt as if it would split him in two.

He couldn't believe this.  There he was trapped in this chair with a
dildo sliding up into his ass.  All at once he felt hot fluid start to
spurt up into him through the dildo.  As the fluid filled him, a
second dildo pressed against his crotch.  "Oh my god," he thought.  "I
don't have a vagina for it to enter." He fought in vain to get out of
the chair, but he was held fast.

To his amazement the dildo easily slid inside him, but how?  Ever
deeper it thrust into his depths.  Up into his body it plunged.  He
could actually felt it deep inside his abdomen.  There was no pain,
only a slight burning sensation that began to build.  It grew ever
hotter until his insides felt like they were on fire.  The fire
started at his abdomen and then grew outward until his whole body felt
as if it would burn up.

All at once Alex felt his chest start to swell.  With each labored
breath a new weight declared itself.  The molds in the front received
the new protrusions.  He could feel the flesh on his chest growing.
His two nipples grew large and began pressing against the smooth
material of the bra he was wearing.  Each breast continued to expand
until they more than filled the cups of the bra.  Simultaneous to the
growth of his breasts, his male genitals grew numb and began to
shrink.  He felt his body lower onto the seat as his testicles
deflated like punctured tires. He sank lower until his crotch was
flush with the cushion.

Alex felt his penis recoil into his body like some frightened turtle.
Ever smaller it shrunk until he felt it disappear inside his crotch.
Alex could literally feel a fissure start from the dildo and ran up
and back his crotch.  The fissure in front extended ever higher until
stopping just about where his manhood used to be.  A soft subtle mound
now grew on either side of the slit between his legs.

Long brown hair cascaded down his shoulders.  Straining to look
through the mask, he could see his upper arms grow smooth and
delicate.  Snapping and crunching noises came from his hips, as they
grew wider.  He gasped for air as his waist felt like a giant hand was
squeezing it.  Alex felt his bottom start to swell and grow full.

The burning in his abdomen grew intense causing him to let out a
muffled cry.  What seemed like gallons of fluid began squirting from
the gag in his mouth.  Having no choice, he swallowed the foul
mixture.  The room grew dark and he felt faint.  Alex lapsed into
unconsciousness.

When he awoke, the chair had released him.  Quickly he pulled his arms
free and pushed himself out of the chair.  Alex fell to the floor in a
heap.  Every muscle he had ached as he sat on his legs.  Alex's left
hand cupped his new breast, while his right explored between his legs.
Closing his eyes, he felt the soft material of his panties.  His
fingertips traced the outline of his new entrance.

"Oh my god," he gasped.  "I have a vagina.  This can't be.  This has
to be a nightmare or something."  Alex rose to his feet and opened his
eyes.  There before him, in a full-length mirror, was a woman staring
back at him.  She had long sexy legs and a perfectly curved body
leading up to a graceful delicate neck.  Two full red lips traced his
mouth, and a delicate graceful nose adorned his face.  Long black
eyelashes traced his eyes while two thin eyebrows arched over his
eyes.  He could see a touch of rouge on her cheeks.  Long black hair
framed her face and descended down her shoulder to her upper back.
The woman in the mirror was good looking enough to be movie star.

Alex moved his legs apart and lifted up his skirt.  The woman in the
mirror copied his every action.  He could see a pair of black panties
on her perfectly flat stomach and hips.  Not wanting it to be real.
He looked down and saw the woman in the mirror beneath his gaze.

Releasing his skirt, he pulled the soft, lustrous leather down his
legs.  Still sore, Alex rubbed his complaining bottom and stared at
the chair.  "This is all a dream," he chanted like a mantra.  All in
the room was as it was when he entered, that is all but him.  The
sensation of his new body and clothes wouldn't let him forget how he
had changed.

Alex turned to leave his graceful hand with long red fingernails
grasped the doorknob.  Still too stunned to react to what had happened
to him he opened the door and left.  Instead of the hallway, he saw a
ballroom.  Various guests wandered about with cocktails in hand.
Almost unnoticed, he entered the room.  When he heard the door close
behind him, he turned to open it.  It was locked - but how?

"Hello my dear," came a voice behind him.  Alex turned to see a
stunning brunette woman addressing him.  She was clad in a long black
formal gown.  "Why, don't you look lovely," she said extending her
hand.  "Let me introduce myself.  I am your hostess, my friends call
me Vicky."

"Um, hi Vicky," Alex replied in his new female voice.  "My name is
Alex," he said grasping her hand.

"Come along with me, I must show you around."

One by one Alex was introduced to the guests.  He was still too much
in shock to put up much of an argument.  "Listen Vicky, where am I?  I
mean what's happening."

Vicky commented casually, "Why I told you my dear.  You're at my house
attending my party."  Vicky picked up two glasses of punch and took
Alex by the arm.  "Let's go to a private room," Vicky said leading
Alex.

"But I really should get back to my friends," Alex said protesting.

"Now, now Alex.  You will, but all in good time.  I must show you
something first," Vicky said, ignoring him.

Vicky led Alex to a large study and closed the door behind them.
Handing Alex a glass of punch Vicky said, "You must try this, it's my
own special blend."

Alex sipped the punch at first.  "Wow this is good," he said quietly.
A few gulps later and his punch was gone.  "Really Vicky I need to
find my friends, something is very wrong."

"Don't be rude Alex, we must sit and talk a moment.  Why don't we rest
over here," Vicky said pointing to two overstuffed chairs and an
ottoman.

Part of him was shouting for him to run, yet instead he followed her
over to the chairs.  When he began sat in the chair Vicky said, "Why
don't you rest on this ottoman my dear." He started to sit on it when
Vicky stopped him.  "It would be more comfortable if you lay on your
stomach on top of it."

Alex felt light headed and dizzy, "Okay." Not really sure why, he got
on all fours over top of the ottoman.  His breasts felt like two
pillows on his chest.

As if in a trance Alex saw Vicky walked over to a roll top desk
against the wall and opened a drawer.  Vicky retrieved a handfull of
gold rope and leather straps.  Dazed he watched her kneel behind him.
Alex looked over his shoulder and saw Vicky carefully tying each knee
to the ottoman leg.  To Alex it all seemed unreal.  Next she moved to
his head and bound each wrist behind his back.

Lastly Victoria said, "Open wide."  After putting a large 'O' ring
between his lips she secured it with a strap behind his head.  Next
she picked up a large dildo and inserted it in the middle of the ring.
Alex's mouth was filled with the invading object.  Pulling Alex's long
brown hair to one side she fed the straps under his hair and around
his neck.  Buckling each strap tight, the gag filled Alex's mouth.

Victoria got up and surveyed her prize.  "Don't we look sweet.  Now
don't move, I'll be right back."  As he heard the door close, he tried
to pull his arms free.  It was no use, he was securely bound.  The
cold air wafting up his skirt made him feel very vulnerable. He was
still too dazed to know just how vulnerable he was.

                                *****

"Tom come and see this one," Steve shouted.  Tom caught up to Steve
and looked inside the room.

"That's cool.  Man these furnishing must be worth a fortune.  I wonder
why they left them here," Tom said.

Steve agreed saying, "I wish we could find a way to haul all this
stuff off and sell it."

"Maybe we can.  I mean we could make a fortune for the frat," Steve
said stroking his chin.

Tom slapped Steve shoulder, "We are in like Flynn."

Leaving the room Steve's mind went back to Alex, "Man can you believe
that Alex".

"Yeah that is just not right," Steve agreed.  "After this week we
won't be seeing him again,"

Tom nodded in approval to Steve's comment.  "Listen Tom, I'm tired.
This place seems to go on forever.  I need to crash a while."

"I suppose your right," Tom said in agreement.

The two made their way back to the Foyer and retrieved their
belongings.  Trudging up the stairs the two quickly found their rooms
and threw down their packs.  Tom flopped down on the bed and closed
his eyes.

No sooner had he closed his eyes then the sound of music filled his
ears.  "What now," he muttered.  "One of the guys must have brought a
radio," he thought.  "Cut it out," he shouted.  "I'm trying to sleep."
The music continued.  Irritated he got up and followed the sound.  It
led him down the hallway and stairs to the southern great hall.

Tom couldn't believe his eyes.  There were people.  It was a party,
but how? Bewildered he looked around to room.  It seemed to Tom like a
costume party at first.  They all were wearing antique clothes.
Refined ladies and gentlemen mingled talking about various topics.  He
tried to talk to several people, but it was as if he didn't exist.

"My name is Vicky," a woman said extending her hand.  He turned to see
an attractive woman talking to him.

"Tom," he said in relief.  "How did you all get here? I mean who are
these people," he questioned.

"Why, this is my house," Vicky said.  "and these are my guests."

Tom stammered, "I didn't know anyone lived here.  I mean I thought it
was abandoned."

"That's all right Tom, don't worry.  You may stay as long as you
wish." Tom calmed down at her kind words.  "Tom there's someone I want
you to meet.  Her name is Amanda." Vicky led Tom through the crowded
ballroom.  "She's well, never been with a man you see and has asked me
to help her.  She would like a nice man like you to introduce her to
womanhood, if you know what I mean."

Stunned Tom looked at her.  He thought, "She must be a real cow," was
his first thought.  His second was, "Who would do something like
this?"  As the door entrance opened Steve's eyes fell on a real
beauty.  She was bound to a footstool.

"She's very shy, Tom.  She's always had a fantasy that a man would
take her while tied up.  Do you think you could help us ?"

Silently Tom nodded his head yes.  He walked over to the woman and
stood behind her.  Vicky sat in one of the chairs and watched.  He
couldn't believe what he was seeing.  The bound woman had a terrific
figure and was so pretty.  Tom knelt behind her and ran his hands over
her waist and hips.  He loved the sensation of touching a woman
wearing a black leather skirt.  Seeing she was securely bound he
pulled up the hem her skirt.  His heart raced and his manhood grew
stiff at what he saw.  A pair of black silk and lace French cut
panties adorned her curved bottom.  He ran his hand up her thighs.
His right hand slowly moved between her legs.  His fingers felt the
soft, cool material of her panties.  Tom began to caress her vaginal
lips through her panties.  Automatically his manhood grew stiff.  As
he pulled down her panties, he saw she was shaking her head no.

Anticipating his question Vicky said, "It's okay dear.  She's just
acting out the part."  Satisfied with the response he returned to
pulling down her panties.  Tom pulled them down far enough so that his
right hand had easy access to her vagina.  Gently he inserted two
fingers inside her and began fondling her.

His other hand moved under her chest and began caressing her large
tits.  The feeling of silk to the touch felt so incredible to him.
His hand moved up and down her body as if having a mind of their own.
Tom's right hand continued to caress her now moist passageway.

His manhood could take it no more.  Tom unzipped his pants and pulled
out his throbbing tool.  He carefully positioned himself behind her
with the tip of his cock pressing against her wet, vaginal entrance.
He saw the woman beneath him violently shake her head no as he his
manhood disappeared inside her.  Ever deeper he watched it go until he
was totally inside her.

He put his hands on her thighs.  In one motion, he pulled out and
thrust back inside.  Her bottom and his hips met with a wet meaty
slap.  Over and over again he thrust.  Tom loved seeing his tool slide
inside her.  Her body was jarred with every thrust, and she let out a
slightly audible grunt.  Faster and faster he moved his hips.  Tom's
body strained to contain the building explosion.  He saw the women
beneath him throw back her head and let out a muffled cry of ecstasy.
All at once his body shook and his load shot up inside the woman.
Again he thrust and again he came.  Once more and he was spent.

Panting, Tom pulled out of the woman and knelt behind her.  Almost
forgetting Vicky's presence he jumped when he heard, "Why don't we let
her have a few minutes alone."

Tom quickly stood up and fixed himself.  Vicky led Tom over to the
door and said, "Wait here, I need to do something."

Tom watched as Vicky walked back over to the bound woman.  She pulled
up her panties and pulled down her skirt.  Vicky knelt beside the
woman, her right hand pressed between the woman's legs and messaged
Amanda as she whispered something in her ear.  Hearing Vicky's words
the bound woman hung her head down.

Returning to Tom Vicky said, "Shall we go?"

"What did you say to her," Tom asked curiously.

"Oh just something between girls," Vicky replied with a mischievous
grin.  Tom shrugged and followed Vicky out.

                                *****

"BANG," filled Tom's ears.  Tom sat up in bed looked around.  His
heart raced as he grabbed his flashlight.  To his relief he spotted
his metal thermos lying on the floor.  "It must have fallen off the
chair somehow," he thought.  Tom yawned and lay back down.  "Man that
dream was so real," Tom sighed.  "I wish it wasn't a dream." Closing
his eyes he thought, "Maybe I'll dream of her again."

Meanwhile across the hall, Kent tossed and turned in his sleep.  He
kept seeing a short round man walking up and down the hallway.  Terror
gripped Kent as he kept yelling over and over, "If you want to dance
you have to pay the piper." The sight of the man sent a chill down his
spine.

The morning light came all to early for the exhausted men.  Tom tried
to sleep in, but it was no use.  The hard mattress and dusty room
wouldn't allow him; besides, he had gone to bed so early the night
before.  Sitting on the edge of the bed, Tom scratched his head and
yawned.

Kent, too, had just risen.  He trudged to the bathroom and performed
his morning ritual.  After changing his clothes, Kent went to find
Alex.  He had forgotten the night before, that is until he saw the
piles of lingerie in Alex's room.  "Man I don't need any of that,"
Kent said aloud.

"What's the matter?  Looking for your girlfriend?" Kent turned to see
Steve talking to him.

"Listen I've know Alex a long time and this just isn't like him.  He's
no transvestite," Kent said defending his friend.  "Even if he is gay
or whatever, what is that to you?"

Steve ran his hands through his blond hair and said, "I suppose.  Just
keep him away from me."

With that said Steve walked down the hallway to find Tom.  Kent looked
back in the room at the lingerie and said, "This is really strange.  I
helped him pack.  He didn't have any of this stuff then." Kent sighed
and turned to leave.  "I suppose I should go and find him."

Kent heard Steve and Tom off in the distance.  Tom was telling Steve
his dream.  "She was so hot.  I can believe how real it felt.  I mean
I felt like I was actually inside her."

Kent heard Tom reply, "All I dreamt of was coach yelling at me for
missing practice."

Kent called out to the pair, "Have you seen Alex? I've been searching
and can't find him."

Tom muttered quietly, "Good."

Steve called back, "No we haven't." "Come on Tom,"

Steve said.  "Let's go look around some more." Kent watched the pair
disappear into the main kitchen in back of the two great halls.

Not knowing where to start, Kent wandered down the past the south
great hall to the southern complex.  His concern and frustration grew
with every empty room he found.  "ALEX," he shouted at the top of his
lungs.  "WHERE ARE YOU?" No voice in reply came back.  Kent became
turned around in the maze of hallways and rooms.  He wasn't sure of
where he was anymore.

Frustrated and lost he tried yet another door.  The bright sunlight
flooding into the room made him shade his eyes at first.  As his eyes
adjusted to the light, he looked around the room.  He was in some sort
of changing room.  A three way full-length mirror adorned the wall to
his left and several large dressers lined the opposite wall.  Long,
white lace curtains framed the windows and between the windows was a
makeup table.  He supposed fashionable ladies at one time must have
used the room to change into formal attire.

Kent walked over to one of the dressers.  He opened the drawer.
Copious quantities of silk and lace met his gaze.  Scanning the
various items he picked up an antique white silk boned corset.
Attached were rather short garter straps.  "This must have been
something to try and get on." He picked up a matching pair of panties.
The smooth silk material felt like liquid in his hand.  "That's
weird," he said examining the garments.  Although having been in the
drawer a long time there was no hint of dust or mildew on them.  They
seemed practically new.  In fact, Kent took a long whiff; they smelled
of perfume!

Depositing the material back in the drawer, he opened another.  In
this one were various pairs of stockings.  He picked up a pair
slightly deep tan hose with laced tops and a seam running down the
back of them.  Strangely, they too were like new.

Kent felt his manhood get hard just touching them.  Coming back to the
moment, he saw a hidden door beside the dresser.  It looked like just
a piece of the wall.  Finding the discretely hidden knob, he opened
the door and entered.  Retrieving his flashlight from his back pocket
he illuminated the room.  It was a wardrobe closet.  Various articles
of clothing, carefully preserved, filled the room.

His eye was drawn to a forest green silk and satin crepe Moroccan
evening ensemble.  The silk strapless dress was rather short.  He
didn't know much about women's fashions, but to be so short in the day
it was made was unheard of.  The dress had gold embroidered stitching.
The embroidery looked to Kent like shafts of wheat starting bottom of
the dress and weaving its way part way up the left side.  The jacket
was made of the same material and had the same embroidery on its
sleeves.  The jacket had an open high collar that swept down just
above the strapless dress and under the arms of the wearer.  It was
breathtaking, the matching 3" strap on pumps sat on the floor just
below the dress.  "Man I'd love to see the woman who wore this one,"
Kent said under his breath.

"Hello," came a faint cry from down the hallway.  Excited Kent ran
from the changing room and ran down the hallway to the sound of the
voice.  His heart sank; it was only Steve.

"What do you want," Kent said angrily.

Steve folded his arms and said, "Look I'm sorry about what I said
earlier.  You're, right I shouldn't judge.  It was just so
unexpected."

Kent relaxed and replied, "Okay no problem.  I've been searching here,
but there's a lot to go.  Why don't you help me look around? He might
be hiding or something."

"Sure thing," Steve said walking down the hallway.  "Let's try this
way," he said going down a new hallway.

Somehow having someone with him made the mansion a little less spooky.
Still Kent couldn't shake the uneasy feeling growing inside him.  He
dismissed it as concern for Alex.  The two walked around calling out
for Alex.  Kent bent over to tie his shoelace.  When he stood up, he
felt something strange wrapped around his chest under his shirt.  He
touched his chest and felt the cotton material of his shirt sliding on
top of soft smooth material.  The smooth material was wrapped around
his chest like a second skin.

Steve looked back at him and said, "Everything okay."

Kent's face turned beet red, "I'm fine.  Let's just keep looking."

Kent said, "I'm going to look in this room; why don't you search over
there?"

"Okay," Steve said walking to the set of doors across the hallway.

Kent quickly entered the room and shut the door.  Stripping off his
shirt he looked at his torso.  He was wearing the silk antique white
corset he saw earlier.  "What the fuck! How did I get this on?" He
tried to pull the corset off.  It was no use.  It was on too tight.

"Is he in there," Kent heard Steve call out.  In a panic, Kent
retrieved his shirt and put it back on.

"No, he's not," he called out in strained voice.  Just as Steve opened
the door, Kent pulled his shirt down.  Steve looked at Kent's red face
and mussed up hair.

"You okay?"

"Sure.  Fine," Kent said, walking past Steve in a hurry.

As the two walked down the hallway, calling out for Alex.  Kent was
very concerned about the garment under his shirt.  When Steve wasn't
looking, Kent moved his right hand under his shirt and felt the silken
material of the corset.  Just then to his horror his jockeys suddenly
felt silky.  With each step he felt the soft material caressed his
bottom and manhood.  Now Kent was almost in a flat out panic.  He had
to get alone.

Kent called to Steve up ahead of him, "I have to use the bathroom."

"Okay I'll wait," Steve said.

"You keep going to the end of this hallway and come back for me," Kent
suggested instead.

"Sure I'll be back," Steve said agreeing.

Kent desperately searched for a bathroom.  Finally he found one.  As
he closed and locked the door, he sighed in relief.  Unzipping his
jeans, he pulled open his fly.  Instead of a pair of jockeys, he was
wearing a pair or antique white silk panties.  He felt something
running down his leg.  Fishing around in his pants, he pulled a garter
strap through his fly.  Speechless he stood there just staring at the
offending garment.

Pounding at the door made him leap in the air.  "You done in there? I
have to go, too!" Steve said through the door.

"Just a minute," Kent said, panicking.  Looking around he saw no
hiding place for the garments, even if he could get them off.  Pushing
the garter strap back inside his pants, he zipped up his fly.

"Hurry up in there! I have to go." Kent flushed the toilet and checked
himself.  There were no visible signs of what he was wearing under his
clothes.

"It's about time," Steve said pushing past Kent.  The feeling of the
silken garments under his clothes unnerved Kent as he walked into the
hallway again.  He didn't know what to do.  Soon he heard a flush and
the bathroom door opening.  Steve was back at his side.  If he ever
wanted someone to go away it was now.

"Steve, why don't we split up? You search that way and I'll go this
way.  Steve sighed and said, "Okay." As Kent walked away from Steve,
he felt his socks becoming longer.  They were climbing up his calves.
He grabbed his calves in an attempt to stop them.  It was no use, they
wriggled under his grip and continued up his legs.  Ever higher they
climbed up until the four garter straps stretched down to grab the top
of the hose.

Jumping into an unlocked room, Kent pulled up each pant legs.  Instead
of his tennis shoes and sweat socks, he saw a pair of deep tan silk
hose and forest green pumps.  There before his disbelieving eyes, he
saw his pants fuse into a tube of material encasing his legs.  The
tube of material shrank up his calves revealing his hose clad legs.
Up his thighs the hem shrank only stopping at a dangerously short
length.  He was wearing a miniskirt.  It was embroidered just like the
dress he saw in the closet.

"Hey Kent!  You in here," he heard Steve call out.

"Go away," he muttered.  Seeing a nearby closet, he quickly and
silently went to it.  Kent nearly fell over trying to make it to the
closet.

Taking quick but deliberate steps, he moved toward the closet door.
Ever so quietly he got into the dark closet and closed the door.  His
did so just in time to hear the main door open.

"You in here Kent?  Where is he?" Steve complained.  With every fiber
of his being Kent wanted Steve to leave.  At long last he heard
Steve's footsteps moving away from him.

Cautiously, Kent opened the door.  He sighed when he saw that the room
was empty.  As he entered the room, he felt his shirt change.  The
bottom waistband fused to the skirt and clung tightly to his body.
The material changed to forest green silk.  Under his arms the
material divided and the upper portion turned into the jacket he had
seen earlier, while the bottom half formed a strapless evening gown.
An invisible pair of hands seemed to be pulling the lacing on his
corset tight.  He nearly passed out as the corset constricted.  He
felt as if he would be pinched in two.  The material of the dress
shrank in response to the constriction of his body.

"I have to get out of this place," Kent said looking at himself.  His
eyes couldn't take in what he was seeing.  His clothes had changed
into the clothes he had seen earlier.  On the right woman they would
have looked fantastic.  However, they looked ridiculous on him. He had
to get alone.

A plan formed quickly in his brain.  He would sneak back up to his
room.  Change out of the dress he was wearing and put on his own
clothes.  Then he would get out of this place and never come back.

Carefully, Kent crept from hallway to hallway.  His heart felt like it
would pound right out of his chest.  Every sound seemed like thunder
to him.  Suddenly, he heard footsteps coming in his direction.  Alarm
filled him as heard the sounds get ever closer.  He tried one door,
then the next.  "Stupid dress, I can't move," he muttered.  Just when
the sounds were on top of him, he found an unlocked door.  He quickly
darted inside and bolted the door.

"I tell you Tom.  Kent and I were looking for Alex and then Kent
disappeared.  I'm getting really spooked."

"Well, I don't see them.  They're probably hiding or something," Tom
said impatiently.

"I don't know Tom.  This whole thing feels wrong."

"Come on," Tom said half-heartedly.  "Let's keep looking."

Kent let out a gasp in relief as he heard them leave.  At least he was
safe for the moment they were gone.  Turning around, he surveyed the
room.

Two gigantic windowpanes let light pour into the room.  Books seemed
to line the walls of the entire two-story room.  Large movable wooden
ladders gave access to the to the books at the higher level.  Plush
leather chairs and sofas sat neatly arranged on an antique Persian
rug.  At the far end he could see a pedestal with a small box on top
of it.

Walking to the box, Kent's shoes clacked unnervingly on the hard
wooden floor.  If he didn't know it was a library he would have sworn
it was a church.  Kent stood before the pedestal.  The box was
ornately carved and looked very old.  He wasn't sure how old, but he
guessed at least 300 or 400 years.  He ran his hands over the box and
carefully opened the lid.  Inside was a crushed blue velvet liner, and
on top of the liner was a dildo shaped like a woman.  The dildo seemed
to be made of solid ivory to Kent ivory.

He picked the strange item up for a closer look.  "This thing looks
even older than the box," he quietly muttered.  He could see some
writing on the bottom of the figurine.  He read it aloud, "'Mutare
Femina'.  I wonder what that means?" Kent mused.

The answer came quicker than he suspected it would.  An apparition
appeared just five feet from him.  It looked like a small cloud.  The
cloud continued to grow until it resembled a column.  Out of the
column a translucent white arm reached out.  Next came a single leg.
Like someone stepping from behind a curtain a woman appeared.
Transfixed by the scene in front of him, Kent lost himself in the
moment.  The cloud vanished but the woman remained.

The woman was ghostly and transparent at first.  However, with each
passing second she became increasingly human in appearance.  Long
flowing golden locks framed her beautiful face.  Her full breasts and
perfectly curved figure would have been the envy of any woman.

When her eyes opened, Kent tried to jump but couldn't move.  The woman
took in deep gasp of air and stretched her arms.  Silently the woman
walked over to him.  Kent wanted to run but couldn't move.  He was
frozen like a statue.  His heart once again was pounding.  She walked
up to him and ran her hand across his chest.

Moving behind him, he felt her hands on his back.  The apparition
lifted her right leg and pressed it against his thigh.  To his horror,
he saw the impression of her leg descending under his skin.  Like a
leg moving under a sheet, he felt it slide inside him.  When the leg
was completely down, he felt it fuse with his own.  His right leg had
a distinctly female shape to it.  The woman's left leg repeated the
process.

Kent felt her press her face against his back.  He wanted to scream or
run or do anything.  Her head move effortlessly through his torso.
Her face stretched his chest painfully.  His skin distended as her
entire body began to fill his.  His neck swelled it as the
apparition's head moved up.  For a brief moment Kent looked like some
kind of two-faced monster.  The woman's face twisted to line up with
his.  Her arms and shoulders filled his, as his hair grew long and
blond.  Dread gripped every part of his being as he felt his body
filling out the dress.  His hips widened and his bottom round and
became full.  He could only watch as his breasts began to grow, while
his waist shrunk.  His breast pushed outward filling the corsets cups.
Outward it thrust stretching the dress tight around his torso.  He
could see down the 'V' cleft as the mounds grew on him.  They seemed
to be the size of cantaloupes.

Contradicting his growing new form he could see his manhood bulging
out under the dress.  Like some puppet his body moved without his
will.  His left hand lifted up his dress, while his right hand slipped
the ornate dildo under it.  He could feel his left hand pull his
panties aside, while his right hand positioned the tip of the dildo
just beneath his scrotum.  He felt his right hand pressing the dildo
against his flesh.  He wanted to scream but nothing came from his
muted throat.

He couldn't believe it.  The dildo was sliding inside him.  The dildo
plunged to unexplored depths as his male genitals shrank.  He wanted
to shout "NO," but it was useless.  He could say nothing.  He felt his
testicles push up inside him and sank into his depth.  He could tell
that they were becoming something else.  His dick disappeared into a
growing slit.  "NO, PLEASE NO," he wanted to shout.  His penis
continued to shrivel until it was gone.

When the dildo could go no farther, he felt a burning sensation
growing deep inside him.  Ever hotter it grew and spread until his
body felt as if it was on fire.  The burn subsided and in its wake was
a host of new sensations.  Collapsing to the floor, he sat on his feet
and tried to compose himself.  He pulled up his dress and withdrew the
dildo still plunged deep inside of him.  "What's happening to me," he
said with a female voice.

Kent rose to his feet and tried not to faint.  He sat in a chair, head
between his legs, while took deep breaths.  The unobstructed outline
of his vagina under his panties wasn't helping.  Sitting up he brushed
the hair from his face.  "Now what?" he thought.  No matter what they
would say, he had to get back to the guys.

Summoning all his strength, he rose to his feet.  He walked around a
large chest in the middle of the floor.  The feeling of his hips
swaying and his breasts weighing down his chest filled his brain with
unwanted sensations.  The room began to spin again.  He stopped only
briefly to regain his strength.  After a few more deep breaths, he
headed toward the door.

Kent opened the door, but instead of a hallway he saw a nightclub.
Pulsing music and flashing lights stopped Kent in his tracks.  Where
was he?  He could see the patrons dancing in rhythm to the music.  Men
gyrated dangerously close to their female partners.  Disorientated, he
walked inside.  He failed to notice the door closing behind him.

A woman with long blond hair clad in a red miniskirt and matching
halter-top walked toward him.  "Excuse me," Kent shouted.  The woman
shook her head no and said something Kent couldn't make out.  The
pounding of the music was so loud he actually felt it inside himself.
The woman took Kent by the hand and walked toward the ladies room.
Kent hesitated as they approached.  The women simply ignored him and
dragged him inside.  Kent saw a crowd of women huddled around the
mirror.  They were checking their makeup, talking about their dates,
and other subjects that made him blush.

"What did you want," the woman questioned.

"Where am I?" Kent said looking around.  A puzzled look crossed the
woman's face.  "Why your in the Platinum Night Club of course."

"Thanks," Kent replied.  "But this doesn't make any sense.  I mean I'm
not sure how I got here."

"My name is Alice; what's your name?" Kent saw the woman hold out her
hand.

"My name is," he was about to say Kent.  Considering how he looked
now, he knew that would sound ridiculous.  "My name is Megan."

"Okay Meg," Alice said taking his hand.  "It's nice to meet you."

"You're not sure how you got here Meg?"

"I'm just a little confused," Kent replied.

"Where is this club located," Kent further questioned.

"It's at 24th and Lawrence," Kent knew the address.  He was back in
Denver.

"Say my boyfriend had to take off.  Why don't we go down stairs and
talk a while.  You look like you could use a friend."

Kent thought, then nodded yes and said, "Sure that would be fine."
Taking Kent by the hand she led him back into the dance club and
downstairs.

As they sat at a table, Kent's eyes adjusted to the light.  Behind
Alice at the next table was a couple.  The woman was wearing a blue
silk blouse and black leather skirt.  Her partner was standing behind
her with his hands on her shoulder.  Although he had never seen this
woman before something about her seemed strangely familiar.  The man
put bent the woman over their table.  Kent's eyes grew wide as the man
pulled up her skirt and pull down her black panties.  The man zipped
down his fly and pulled out his sizable manhood.  He lubricated his
shaft and positioned himself with his hands on her hips.  With a slow
but steady deliberate motion the man thrust inside the woman.  The
grimace on the woman's face told him that it was penetrating her back
entrance.  From his vantage point he could see that the man's shaft
sink deeply inside her round perfectly shaped bottom.  The man wiggled
his hips against the woman's bottom and pulled back.  As he thrust
back in her, the woman grabbed the edges of the table for support.
Her whole body shook with every meaty slap of their flesh.  Kent's
eyes locked with the woman's.  Again something told him that he knew
this woman.

Alice looked at Meg, AKA Kent, and saw she was staring at something.
Alice turned and saw the couple at the next table.  Turning back to
Meg she said, "Would you like to be next?"

"What?" Kent said stunned.

"I know them, and they're an open couple.  I'm sure he would be glad
to do you next."

"No, no, that's okay," Kent said looking away.

"I really like this club.  You know it hasn't been here too long,"
Alice said making small talk.  Kent lost track of the conversation.
He was still keeping an eye on the couple out of the corner of his
eye.

"May I take your order?" Kent turned his head to see a woman clad in a
French maid's outfit with an order pad.  Alice spoke up first, "I
think I'll have a screaming orgasm.  How is you fish tonight?"

Kent looked back at the couple.  The man pulled the woman to her feet.
She stood up with his tool still buried deep insider her.  He picked
up her left leg under the knee.  He skirt dropped down obstructing
Kent's view.  He could tell he was going in and out of her.  Her whole
body arched with every slap.  Her breasts shook despite the bra she
wore.  The woman began to let out grunting noises.  This excited the
man even more.

"Any for you miss?"  Kent turned back to see the waitress and Alice
looking at him.

"I'll have what she's having," Kent replied.  As the waitress left
their table Alice said, "Wait here a minute." Kent saw Alice get up
and catch up to the waitress.  Alice began telling her something.
Kent looked back at the couple next to him.

The man let go of the woman's legs and moved her arms behind her back.
He bound them with something Kent couldn't see.  The man moved one
hand to the woman's stomach and the other cupped her breast.  He
messaged and kneaded them together as he continued thrusting.  The
woman's feet actually came of the ground with each thrust.

"Hello," Alice said coming back to the table.  "How do you like the
place?"

"It's different," Kent replied.  Looking around the room for the first
time he noticed some other couples making love.  One woman was on her
knees and had her face buried in a man's lap.  She made wet sucking
noises as she bobbed up and down on his tool.

A woman with brown hair who was wearing a black knit dress ran up to
Alice saying, "Hi how are you!"

Alice jumped to her feet and hugged the woman saying, "Jenny how are
you?"

"I'm great," Jenny responded.

"Jenny this is my new friend Megan."

"Hi Megan.  Nice to meet you," Jenny said holding out her hand.

Kent shook her hand and said, "Nice to meet you."

"So Alice, how have you been?"

"Well I've been fine.  You look so thin..." Kent looked away and saw
another woman just entering.  She had long curly brown hair and was
wearing a brown and yellow flower patterned chiffon dress.  She bit
her nails nervously and sat at the empty table to Kent's left.
Sitting on the edge of her chair she scanned the room expectantly.

A woman clad in a black boots, a black spandex cat suit, and a utility
belt walked up to the new arrival.  The various implements attached to
the belt swayed back and forth with every footstep.  The woman in the
cat suit walked up to the sitting woman and said, "You may call me
Mistress.  What is your name?"

"My name is Kathy, but I'm afraid you have the wrong person.  You see
I came with my boyfriend and we got separated in the crowd."

The woman in black simple ignored Kathy's protests and unclipped a
black penis gag from her utility belt.  "Let me see.  Yes I think this
will fit you just right.  Open wide," the woman said stretching the
penis gag in front of Kathy's face.

"Please you really have the wrong pers...uuummppphhh." The woman
shoved the gag into Kathy's protesting mouth.  Kathy tried to grab the
woman's hands to remove the gag, but the woman was too fast.  She had
clicked it shut and pulled it tight with one swift move.

The woman pulled Kathy to her feet and spun her around onto the table.
One hand pinned the struggling woman to the table while the other
retrieved a pair of leather cuffs from her utility belt.  Each wrist
was imprisoned in the leather cuffs and bound behind her back.  The
woman next unclipped two leather mittens and forced Kathy's hands into
them.  She detached and unrolled some kind of leather sleeve.  She
pulled it up Kathy's struggling arms.  One by one she fastened each
clasp and pulled it tight until Kathy's arms were hopelessly pinned
behind her.

After putting a collar and leash on Kathy, the woman pulled her to her
feet.  The woman removed a pair of scissors from her belt and began
cutting off Kathy's dress.  Kathy shook her head no as her dress fell
to her feet.  Kathy tried to run but the woman held her leash fast.
With two quick snips she cut the waistband on Kathy's white nylon
panties.  The woman pulled the cut garment off Kathy and dropped it to
the floor.  Next she cut off her bra with three quick snips.  It too
fell to the floor.

Kent noticed that to the patrons this all seemed perfectly normal.  He
thought about helping the woman.  He wanted to help the woman, but
being in a woman's body he was afraid of joining her.

The woman removed another rolled up leather garment attached to the
belt.  Kent could see it was a black leather corset and chastity belt.
The woman held it at Kathy's feet and ordered, "Step in bitch!"  When
Kathy hesitated, a slap to Kathy's bottom convinced her to cooperate.
Reluctantly, Kathy carefully placed each foot in the garment.  The
woman pulled it up Kathy's legs.  She tugged it up Kath's hips and
over her waist.  A long strap dangled from the bottom front of the
chastity belt.  The woman spun Kath around and reached under her bound
arms.  One by one Kent saw the garment squeeze tightly around Kath's
waist.

After each fastener was tightened and locked, she reached to her
utility belt and retrieved a dildo and butt plug.  After attaching
them to the belt between Kathy's legs and lubricating them, she fed
the strap between Kathy's legs.  After carefully inserting the two
tips in their respective holes, the woman started to pull on the
strap.  Kathy danced on her tiptoes as the strap caused the dildos to
plunge deep inside her.  The woman practically lifted Kathy off her
feet as she pulled up on the strap.  Kent watched as the strap sunk
deeply between Kathy's cheeks.  A snap of a lock held the strap fast.


Moving to Kathy's head, the woman produced a hood and held it up
Kathy's head.  Kathy's eyes grew wide as the hood moved toward her
face.  Expertly the woman pulled the hood over Kathy's.  The woman
fixed Kathy's hair so that she could zip the back over Kathy's hair.
Only two small holes for air were cut in the front so Kathy could
breath through her nose.  The woman replaced the current collar with a
posture collar.  The posture collar encircled the base of the hood and
held it fast.  After attaching the leash to the posture collar.  The
woman bound Kathy's feet with two leather cuffs and a short chain to
hobble her.

Lastly, the woman retrieved a hobble skirt.  She lifted up each of
Kathy's feet and had her step into it.  The woman worked the tight
garment up Kathy's legs.  With a few yanks on the waist band the skirt
pulled over Kathy's hips to her waist.  Slowly but surely, the woman
tightened the laces in the back of the skirt.  Kathy's thighs and
upper calves were hopelessly imprisoned together.  Only her ankles had
a several inches with which to move.

The woman scooped up Kathy's clothes and gave them to a waitress for
disposal.  Finding a control on her belt, she clicked a button.  A
slightly audible hum came from Kathy's crotch.  The woman forced Kathy
to sit at her feet as the waitress brought up a drink and set it down.

"Do you like that sort of thing," Kent heard a voice say.  Kent looked
up at Alice and Jenny.

"Who me?  No! I've just never seen anything like that before." Alice
smiled and she and Jenny sat down.  The waitress brought over their
drink orders and set them down.  Kent looked to his right.  The woman
had been taken from behind was now on her knees sucking the man off.

Kent couldn't believe this.  He had never heard of places like this.

"What do you think Megan?" Kent looked up at Alice and said,

"Think of what?"

"Your drink, silly," Alice said chuckling.

"I haven't tried it yet." Kent took a sip of the fruity drink.  "Wow
this is good," he said out loud.  A few quick swallows later and the
drink was gone.

Alice and Jenny stared at Kent with an expectant look on their faces.
Kent started to feel dizzy.  When he tried to get up, he only got part
way and flopped back down again.  "I don't feel good." A waitress
walked up to Alice and handed her a black bag.  Alice and Jenny stood
on either side of Kent and help him to his feet.  Instead of helping
him out, they bent him over the table.

Dazed and confused Kent felt the two women pull his arms behind him.
"I can't move my arms," he said looking over his shoulder.  He saw
Alice and Jenny putting a sleeve on his forearms while placing his
hands on his elbows.  "What are you doing? Let me go," he said
squirming.

"Now be good Megan.  We know you want this.  You've been begging for
it all night.

"No pleas...ummmppphh," his cries of protest were silenced by a penis
gag.  A few tugs on the gag and it was tightly wrapped around his
head.

Kent felt each of his legs being bound to the table legs.  As the
girls finished tying him up, he spotted his fraternity brother Jim.
Alice went over to Jim and began talking to him.  At first he saw Jim
shake his head no, then he looked at Kent's bound female form and
nodded yes.  Alice led Jim behind Kent.  He felt Jim pull up his
dress.  Kent shook his head no over and over, but he felt Jim pull the
leg band of his panties to one side.  Jim's shaft started entering his
already moist, virgin folds.

Kent started breathing hard as waves of unfamiliar pleasure shot to
his brain.  Jim placed his hands on Kent's hips.  All at once Jim
pulled out and thrust back inside.  Kent couldn't believe it.  He was
a woman with a man's cock inside him.  His body rocked as each time
Jim's hips slapped against his bottom.  Kent closed his eyes and tried
to ignore the pulsing of his new orifice.

He was now finding out what all the women he had fucked felt like.  He
could feel Jim's shaft sliding deeply inside his body.  The sensation
was growing to unbearable levels.  He tried to stop himself, but he
felt machine gun like pulses of orgasm shoot into his brain.  While he
was still coming, he felt Jim's hot fluid spurting up inside him.

Jim pulled out of Kent and caressed his hips and ass.  After gathering
himself together, he walked over to a beckoning Alice.  Kent looked
over his shoulder and saw them talk a minute.  When Jim started to
leave Kent wanted to shout, "Come back.  Don't leave!" All that came
out were muffled grunts.

Alice walked up to Kent and pulled up his panties and pulled down his
dress.  She whispered in his ear while rubbing his vagina through his
clothes.  "Now you're sealed as a woman Kent.  Or should I say Megan.
Let's just let this cum soak inside you a while.  You once told you
frat brothers that you like to fuck.  I hope so.  You're going to be
doing it a lot." Alice moved her fingers under Megan's panties and
thrust two fingers inside her vagina.  "Only thing is I don't think
you were counting on the cocks going in here."

                                *****

Steve and Tom searched through endless corridors with no success.
Frustrated and tired they finally ended up back in the main foyer.

"Something is wrong," Steve said for the millionth time.

"I'm starting to think you're right.  We've been at it for hours with
no luck," Tom said agreeing.

"Did you hear that?" Tom said straining to listen.

"Hear what?" Steve replied.

"It sounded like a car door closing."

The two rushed over to the large picture window in the main hall.
They saw three guys and a girl getting out of an SUV.  In unison, the
pair rushed for the door and ran down the stairs to greet them.

Tom was the first to recognize them and said, "It's Pete, Jess, Jim
and some girl."  The couple at the bottom of the stairs picked up
their backpacks.  Tom and Steve met them halfway up the stairway.

Jim spoke up first, "Hello, we thought we'd surprise you.  I don't
think you've met my girlfriend Kathy."

"Great to meet you, Kathy," Steve said quickly.

"Jim, we have a problem." Steve said.

"Hey - could you guys give us a hand?," Pete and Jess asked.  They
lugged not only their backpacks but also carried several large sacks
up the stairs.

"Drop those and come over here.  We have a problem!"

Pete and Jess dropped their heavy loads and ran up the stairs.

"What's up?" Pete asked, catching his breath.  Starting from the
beginning, the duo told their tale.

Jim made a face and said, "I can't believe Alex is a transvestite."

Kathy brushed the long curly hair from her eyes and said, "I've never
met Alex or Kent, but I did know of a guy who was like that.  What
should we do?" Kathy said biting her lip.

Pete cut in, "We've got to find them.  If they get lost or hurt the
frat could lose its charter."

"I knew this was going to get fucked up," Jess said running his hands
through his hair.

After carrying up the supplies, they split up into three groups.  Jess
and Pete took the basement.  Jim and Kathy took the second floor, and
Tom and Steve took the third floor bedrooms.

Kathy and Jim began wandering around the maze of rooms.  "I knew
something was going to go wrong with this," Jim sputtered.  "Now
instead of setting up for a party we're on this manhunt."

"I don't know, this seems like fun," Kathy said trying to cheer him
up.

Jim and Kathy navigated the maze as best they could.  When they came
to the changing room, Kathy was elated.  Opening a drawer she held of
a pair of nude silks stockings.  "These are so expensive.  I didn't
even think they had stay top hose back then," Kathy said to Jim.

"We have to keep searching, Kathy.  I'd like to find these guys before
it gets too dark."

"Just a few more minutes," Kathy pleaded.

Entering the closet, Kathy saw the most fantastic dress.  It was a
brown and yellow flower patterned chiffon sleeveless dress.  She took
it off the hanger and held it up to her.  "It's perfect," she said
gazing at her prize.  "Jim you go ahead I'll be right there.

"Are you sure?" Jim replied.

"Yes I'll be okay," said Kathy.

"All right, I won't too go far," Jim said, leaving the room.

After hearing Jim leave, Kathy stripped off her blue jeans and boots.
Removing her flannel shirt, she unzipped the back of the dress and
pulled it over her head.  The billowing material glided down her body.
Expertly she pulled up the zipper.  Running out to the mirror, she
spun as she looked at herself.  "I love this.  Please let there be
shoes."

Kathy squealed with delight as she found a matching pair of strap on
pumps.  After returning to the mirror, she turned back and forth
surveying her new prize in the mirror.  Kathy jumped when Jim poked
his head back in the door and said, "You ready?" "You scared me,"
Kathy said holding her hands to her chest.

"Where'd you find that?" Jim said admiringly.

"Don't you love it?" Kathy said twirling around for him.

"I sure do," Jim said walking up to her and taking her in his arms.

"Don't get any ideas," Kathy said giggling.  Jim pressed his lips to
Kathy's and ran his left hand down her back.  He caressed her bottom
for a minute and then moved down her thigh.  Slowly he slid his hand
under the hem of her dress.  He moved his hand under her white nylon
panties and began caressing her ass.

Just then Jim stopped kissing her and pulled his hand out from her
panties.  "Do you hear that? It sounds like music."

"Yes, I do," Kathy replied.

"I think we've found the little fakers.  I bet they set this whole
thing up to get even with Tom and Steve."

"Do you think so?" Kathy said hopefully.  Taking her by the hand, he
led her to the door.

Jim flung the door open, but they could not believe what he was
seeing.  They were in a nightclub! After walking into the club, Kathy
noticed the door closed behind them.  She tried to open it again, but
the doorknob was locked.  Kathy turned and saw Jim wander onto the
dance floor.

Jim was bewildered by what he saw.  Kathy tried to catch up to him but
the crowd quickly enveloped him.  Struggling to find him, she pushed
her way through the crowd.  Panic and fear gripped her when she
couldn't find him.  "Jim," she called out.  It was no use the music
was too loud.  She noticed people going downstairs.  Kathy hurried
down stairs to the basement to see if she could find Jim.  She bit her
lip and looked around.

"I better just sit and wait until I see him," she told herself.  Kathy
walked up to a table and took as seat.  It was only then that she
noticed the couple two tables over.  A man and a woman were making
love right there in the middle of everyone.  She grimaced when she saw
that the man was thrusting into her bottom.  She knew some women liked
that sort of thing, but not her.  "How can she do that in public?"
Kathy was appalled, but she could not take her eyes off the pair.
Kathy heard a voice behind her.  A woman clad in a black leather
boots, a cat suit and a utility belt was standing right behind her.
"What does she want," Kathy thought.

Jim looked around the crowded dance floor.  "Do you believe this," he
turned to say to Kathy.  She was gone!  He quickly scanned the room,
but didn't see her.  Just then he saw a woman who looked like Kathy go
upstairs.  "Kathy wait," he called out chasing her.

When he got upstairs, he saw yet another dance floor.  The patrons
were packed in impossibly close.  For a long time he struggled his way
around the room.  "Where is she," he thought.  "Why didn't she wait
for me?" He was about to give up and sit down when he spotted her at
the bar.  He fought his way through the crowd and put his hand on her
shoulder.  The startled woman turned around.  It wasn't Kathy.

Frustrated, he returned to the second level.  She was nowhere to be
found.  Just then he noticed some people entering the basement.  Jim
followed the people down stairs.  Searching, he walked around the
room.  He was stunned at what he saw.  One man was doing a woman from
behind.  Another woman was strapped to a table face down, and some
dominatrix had her lesbian slave at her feet.  What they hell was this
place?  He didn't have long to wonder when he felt tapping on his
shoulder.  "Kathy!" he said turning.  It wasn't her.

"Hi, my name is Alice."  "Hello Alice I'm looking for my girlfriend.
She's about your height and was wearing a brown dress."

"No I sure haven't seen her," Alice said looking around.  "Say
listen," Alice said.  "Can you do me a favor?"

"I don't know what is it," Jim replied.  "My friend there on the table
wants a little kinky sex.  You know she wants to do it all tied up.
Do you think you could, you know, do her?"

Jim didn't know what to say.  He thought about it a minute and said,
"No I better not.  I need to find my girlfriend."

"Please," Alice pleaded.  "She is really looking forward to this.  It
will only take a minute."

Jim kept saying no.  However, he began to weaken as he gazed at the
sexy bound woman on the table.  He could even see her panties between
her spreadeagled legs.  "Well, I suppose I could help."

"Oh could you?" Alice said getting excited.  "That will be great."

Jim thought to himself, "What Kathy doesn't know won't hurt her.
Beside she's the one who ditched me." Jim stood behind the woman and
ran his hands up and down her legs.  He slowly hiked up her skirt and
began caressing the woman's soft bottom.  She felt so good to him.  He
was intoxicated at the sight of this bound beauty.  Jim felt as if he
would come right there in his pants.  Not wasting a second he pulled
down her panties and whipped out his penis.

Positioning the tip of his dick between her folds, he slowly thrust
inside her.  He loved the sight and feeling of his shaft sliding into
a woman.  He pulled out and then thrust back in hard.  Over and over
he watched his shaft slide into the woman.  He closed his eyes.  The
building tension inside him eventually exploded shooting out his cum.
He loved feeling his cum spurting deep inside a woman.  Two more quick
thrusts and his entire load shot into her.

Spent, Jim pulled out and fixed his pants.  He saw Alice waving him
over.  "Thanks so much," she said.  "Wait right here.  I have to tell
my friend something." Jim saw Alice walk over to the woman.  She
pulled up the bound woman's panties.  He saw Alice bend over and
whisper something in the woman's ear, while she massaged the woman's
vagina.

Jim leaned to one side to get a better view of the Alice's hand.  He
watched her slide her hand under the woman's panties and push her two
middle fingers into the woman.  "I guess they must be dating," Jim
mused.  Alice left the woman and returned to Jim, "Thanks so much for
your help."

Jenny, Alice's friend said, "You know I think I saw a couple of women
who looked like your friend up on the third floor."

"Did you say a couple of women?" Jim said leaning forward to hear.

"Yes I saw two women who looked exactly like you described."

Jim slapped his forehead and said, "Of course, I must have seen the
wrong one.  Thanks," Jim yelled as he bolted up the stairs.  Jim
anxiously looked around the third floor.  It was still a maze of
people.  He desperately looked around.  "Where is she?"

The dominatrix got up and pulled on Kathy's leash.  Kathy rose up onto
her hobbled legs and struggled to keep up with her captor.  She felt
bodies bump against her as she inched behind her new mistress.

Kathy heard a door close and the music stop.  Next she felt her
posture collar being removed and the sounds of her hood being zipped
filled her ears.  The light blinded her as the hood was pulled off.
Instead of her savior, she saw the face of the woman who had bound
her.  Her Mistress grabbed her chin and looked deeply in her eyes.  "I
have a proposition for you, slave.  If you help me lure your friends,
I will let your boyfriend go.  If that is what you wish."

Mistress removed her gag and Kathy flexed her aching jaw.  "Will you
let me go too?" Kathy asked.

Mistress let out a loud laugh, "Oh no, you are my slave for all time.
However, as I said, you may still save you boyfriend Jim.  You and
your friends for his freedom, what do you think?"

Kathy looked at the floor and said quietly, "Okay, I'll help you."

                                *****

Jess jumped with fright as he heard the sound of the door opening
behind him.  His heart pounding he turned to see who it was.  "It's
just Kathy," he thought relaxing.

"Jess, Jim and I have found the guys, but we need your help," Kathy
said with a sense of urgency.

"That's great!  I'll go get the others," Jess volunteered.

"No time, we need your help right away," Kathy insisted and took off
running down hallway.

Jess ran behind her and followed her to an elevator.  "Quick get in,"
she insisted.  Jess ran in and Kathy closed the grate and moved the
lever to subbasement.

"Where are we going," Jess said gulping air.

"There's a spider maze of tunnels under this house.  Alex and Kent got
trapped in one of the subbasement rooms," Kathy said looking away from
Jess.

Jess was confused, "I thought you guys were searching the second
floor?"

"We were, but you know how Jim loves to explore.  We found the
elevator and decided to take it all the way down," Kathy said opening
the door as they came to a stop.  Jess knew something was wrong with
Kathy, but he wasn't sure what.  Maybe it was just being upset over
the missing guys.  He wasn't sure.

Kathy bolted out of the elevator down a dimly lit tunnel and shouted,
"Come on."

Jess ran behind Kathy.  The pair ran this way and that until Jess was
all turned around.  Kathy finally stopped at a large sliding metal
door.  "Help me open this," she said breathing hard.  "Jess helped her
slide open the large metal door." The rusty bearings complained as it
opened for the first time in 82 years.

Peering into the darkness Jess said, "They're in there?" Jess took as
deep breath and began feeling his way into the darkness.  He stumbled
once or twice over unseen obstacles.  Eventually his eyes adjusted to
the blackness.  He could just make out the form of a door on the
opposite side of the room.  Jim reached the door turned the handle.
To his surprise it opened easily.  "Are you sure Jim's in here," Jess
call back to Kathy.

"Yes, Jim's on the other side of the room.  The door on the opposite
side of the room is stuck and he needs your help opening it," Kathy
said insistently.

"Hello?  Jim, are you in there?" Jess said walking down the darkened
stairs.

"He must not hear you.  Shout louder," Kathy instructed.

Jess held out his hands in front of him shouting, "Jim where are you?"
Just then he heard the sound of metal clanging.  He turned to see that
the door was shut behind him.  "Kathy what's up?" Jess then saw some
light to his right.  "It must be Jim," He supposed.  Cautiously Jess
walked to the light.

Too stunned for words, Jess wandered onto a busy city street.  People
were all bundled up and hustling around.  Cabs honked and fought there
way through the busy street.  Jess walked up to a man waiting for a
bus.  The man stamped his feet to stay warm.

"Excuse me," Jess said.  "Were am I?"

"You're on the lower west side," the man said curtly.

"West side of what? I mean what city?"

"New York City," the man said with a surprised look.  As the bus
pulled up, the man eagerly jumped on board.  He wanted no part of this
strange character.

Jess just stood there a minute and watched the bus pull away.  "New
York City!  But how?"  Looking around it all seemed real, but it
couldn't be.  Could it? He turned and looked down the darkened alley
from whence he came.  A couple of street people had started a fire in
a trashcan illuminating the door.  Jess ran back to the alley and to
the door.  No matter how hard he tried pulling the door wouldn't open.
He pounded on it yelling, "Kathy let me in."  A drunk walked over and
with slurred speech said, "Hey buddy.  That door is always locked."

A frigid breeze reminded Jess that he was not wearing a jacket.
Shivering Jess looked for any warm place to think.  He spotted "Tony's
Italian Restaurant" just across the street.  Dodging traffic, Jess
made his way to sanctuary.  The door clanged as he stepped inside from
the cold.  "Hey buddy you're letting the heat out," a gruff voice
called out.  Jess looked up to see a portly but tough looking
bartender talking to him.

Closing the door he sat down and ordered a beer.  Several patrons were
at the far end cheering on their favorite horse to win.  A beer soaked
man in a suit walked up and said, "I want 5 to place for the fifth on
Daddy's Helper."

Jess spoke to the man and said, "Hey what are the odds for your
horse?"

The man looked briefly at him and said, "5 to 1."

Looking in his wallet Jess noticed he had only twenty-five dollars.
He could risk five for a $25 return.  "Excuse me Mister I want to
place a bet on Daddy's Helper."

"How much you want kid," the man gruffly replied.

"I want five to place."  The bartender walked to the end of the bar
and talked to another man.  They discussed things a minute and the
bartender came back.  Slinging his dishtowel on his shoulder he said,
"Okay fella you're covered."

Jess picked up his beer and walked over to the TV.  Someone turned up
the sound to hear the announcer.  "Good morning ladies and gents we
have a cold but dry morning and the track is clear and ready for the
race.  The horses are in their stall and they're off.  Around the
first bend its Warrior and Sugar.  It's Warrior and Sugar.  They're
neck and neck coming around the final turn.  It's Warrior and Sugar in
the final straight.  And it's Warrior by a nose."

Jess saw the businessman from before curse and run his hands through
his hair.  "Shit, I thought this time I had it."

"What happened."

"I lost.  That's what happened." The businessman walked up to the bar
and opened up his briefcase.  Taking brown paper bag filled with
money, he handed it to the bartender.  "Here you go Al.  See you when
I have more cash."

"Later Phil," the bartender replied.

Jess walked up to the counter.  "You want to settle up now kid?"
"Sure," Jess replied.  Jess opened his wallet and took out five
dollars.  "Here you go," he said handing the bill to the man.

"This got some friends?" the bartender said leaning forward.

"What do you mean? I only bet five," Jess protested.

"Kid you bet five large on that pony," the man said emphatically.

"Five what?" Jess replied confused.

"Kid, you bet five grand!" Jess was too stunned for words.

The bartender leaned back and said, "Big Tony, we got a problem here."
Jess saw the portly man chomping a cigar walk up.

"What's da problem?"

"This kid can't cover his bet," replied the bartender.  Taking his
cigar from his mouth, he pointed it at Jess.

"Kid you better look like you have more dough in your back pocket."
Jess began to panic.

"Listen, um, Big Tony, there's a misunderstanding here.  I only meant
to bet $5 not $5,000."

"Kid you bet $5,000.  You pay $5,000." Two other rather large men rose
from where they were seated and stood behind Jess.

He saw only angry faces surrounding him.  "I'll pay you back.  Just
let me make a few phone calls."

"The pay phone's in the back," Tony said pointing.

Jess tried to call collect to his family and then fraternity.  It was
no use.  His parents were on a worldwide cruse and the frat brothers
never picked up.  They always let the machine answer.  Jess saw the
group of men staring at him.  Walking back he said, "Listen, let me go
home and I'll pay you off.  I swear."

Big Tony leaned back on a stool and thought.  He stroked his chin and
said, "You'll work it off alright, but here."

"I don't live here," Jess protested.

"You do now," Tony said laughing.  "You can room with Deloris.  Hey
Deloris come over here."

Jess saw a woman in a black skirt and white blouse walk up.  She had a
big wad of gum that she chomped on,

"What do you want? I got work to do you know."

"We got you a new helper," Big Tony said chucking.

"He gonna work in the kitchen?" Deloris said scanning Jess.

"No he's your new Hostess,"

"Whatever." Deloris said putting her hands on her hips.

"Take him up and get him dressed for work.  And Deloris - make him
look nice with that special mix I gave you."

Turning on her heels Deloris said, "Come with me sugar."

Jess followed her to an upstairs apartment.  "Tony told me to fix you
up," Deloris said closing the front door.  "You can take my old
roommate's room.  She moved to California.  You got any clothes other
then what you're wearing?"

"Uh no," Jess said looking around at the modestly furnished apartment.

"Wait here," Deloris said walking to a closet.

Deloris pulled out two large boxes and some garments wrapped in
cellophane.  Deloris pulled out a pair of tan-colored nylon bikini
briefs.  She walked over to Jess and held hem up to his hips.
"Perfect you and Shirley are the same size.  She had to leave most of
her stuff.  She told me to give it away to the Good Will, but you can
have it."

Jess was speechless.  "I'm not going to wear panties," he protested.

"You aren't wearing boxers with these," Deloris said ripping the
cellophane off one of the garments.  Jess looked in disbelief.  There
on the hanger was a black satin skirt and white silk blouse.

"I'm not wearing a skirt," Jess protested emphatically.  Deloris put
her hands on her hips.

"Big Tony was very specific.  He wants you to wear it.  If you don't
you'll be at the bottom of the East River in an hour."

Jess flopped down in a chair.  What was he going to do?

"If I wear the dress," he thought.  "I'll never live this down.  If I
don't I won't live!"

"What'll it be sugar?" Deloris said waiting.

"I'll do it," Jess said half-heartedly.

"Okay, go into the bathroom and strip.  I'll be right in."  When Jess
hesitated Deloris said, "I have four brothers.  You haven't got
anything I haven't seen before." Jess sighed and walked into the
bathroom.

Deloris knocked on the bathroom door, "You ready honey?"

Jess, clad only in a towel, pulled the door open.

"Okay sweetie, lose the towel," Deloris said reaching under the sink.
Pulling out a large bottle, Deloris stood up and pulled away Jess's
towel.

"HEY," Jess said covering himself up.

"Get in the tub," Deloris ordered.  Jess felt like a little kid as
Deloris filled the tub.  Without a word she smeared a putrid smelling
fluid all over him.

"What is this stuff," Jess said sniffing the air.  As she smeared some
of the foul mixture on his face and goatee she said, "It's a
depilatory cream."

"WHAT," Jess shouted.

Deloris angrily stood up hands on hips.  "Listen I haven't got time
for this.  Either you cooperate or I get Big Tony."

Sighing, Jess said, "Okay I'll cooperate."

After twenty or so minutes of soaking, Jess showered off.  His body
and face was hair and goatee free.  Jess stoked his chin.  He had
tried years to grow that.  Now it was gone.  "Crap how did I get into
this!"

After drying off, Jess walked into Shirley's former room.  There on
the bed were clothes neatly laid out for him.  Scanning the bed he saw
black silk bikini briefs, matching bra and garter belt, black hose, a
black half-slip, the black satin skirt and white silk blouse.  Jess
heard Deloris shout, "Get dressed and put on your hose last.  I'll
help you with that."

Jess picked up the panties like they were going to bite him.  He
carefully stepped into each leg hole and pulled them up.  Immediately,
he had trouble keeping his equipment contained in the lacy
undergarment.  Deloris marched in and looked at him.  Jess's face grew
beet red with embarrassment.

"That'll never do.  Wait here." Deloris charged into the bathroom and
returned with a large ace bandage.  Not waiting for permission she
pulled down his panties and proceeded to tightly wrap his genitals to
his body.  Pulling the panties back up she said, "Much better.  Hurry
up.  We've got a lot to go over."

Jess picked up the bra next and put it on.  Fortunately, it closed in
the front.  Next came the garter belt followed by the half-slip.  When
he tried to pull up the skirt, his slip got all bunched up at the top.
Deloris sighed when she saw him trying to tuck in the slip like a
shirt.  "Here like this." She reached under his skirt and pulled down
the slip.  Put on your blouse and sit at the makeup table.  Jess
awkwardly fastened the wrong facing buttons and tucked in his blouse.
After pulling up the side zipper, he looked in the mirror at his new
clothes.  He didn't quite fill them out properly.  His butt and hips
were too small and his waist was too big.  Not to mention he had no
breasts.  Still he thought it wasn't too bad of a fit.  No one was
going to be asking him out for sure.

Deloris set down a confusing array of makeup on the table.  "Watch
what I'm doing, because you'll have to do this from now on." Actually
this part he knew.  He had acted way back in high school.

Once the leading lady got sick and her understudy was out of town with
her father.  The drama coach asked him to fill in.  His hair was blond
hair was only slightly longer then and a girl expertly fixed it for
him.  Between his makeup, black stay top nylons, 3" pumps, some expert
padding, and a fire engine red spandex mini-skirt, he really looked
the part of the prostitute.  He hadn't fully developed then so his
Adam's apple was not noticeable at all.

What was worse than playing a woman and looking good at it was being
left behind.  After the play, the cast took off for a party and left
him.  They left him without his own clothes.  His parents weren't home
so he had no one to call.  He never forgot the humiliation of walking
home.  Every other block someone would try and pick him up.  Then to
add to his misery when he got home he remembered he was locked out.
Eventually older sister got returned home; she let him in for the
price of a blackmail photo.

Deloris put the finishing touches on his makeup and moved to his hair.
Jess had let his blond hair grow out some.  He figured when he
graduated from college next year, he would never be able to have it
long again.  Now he wished he hadn't.  Doris primped and brushed his
hair feathering it back.  A few cuts from the scissors and he had an
"adorable short and sassy haircut," according to Deloris.

Last came the hose.  Deloris rolled up each hose and carefully
unrolled it up his leg.  "Now you want these garter straps under the
waist band of your panties," Deloris instructed.

Confused, Jess asked "Why?"

"If you want to use the toilet you're going to need them like this."

 "Oh," was all he said.

"One last touch," Deloris commented leaving the room.  She returned
with two latex breasts.  "My mom used these after her surgery.  She
passed away years ago.  I don't know why I kept them all these years,
but here they are." Not asking permission, she reached into his blouse
and placed the faux breasts in the bra cups.  After adjusting his new
breasts to make them even, she stepped back and surveyed her work.

"Not bad," she quipped.  "You don't quite fill out your clothes, but
not bad."

"I almost forgot the herbal mixture." Deloris raced into the bathroom
and returned with a syringe and a small vial.  After filling the vial,
she walked over to Jess and pulled up his skirt in back.

"What's that for," he protested.

"Big Tony got this from an old Chinese guy a while ago.  It turned out
he didn't need it.  He thought he'd make use of it now," Deloris said
swabbing Jess's bottom.

"I mean what does it do?" Jess said insecurely.

"It's supposed to make you look ,you know, more feminine looking.
It'll make your skin soft and such." Before Jess could say another
word, he felt the needle jab into him and the mixture entering his
body.

"Okay honey, let's go down and get to work." Deloris said, walking to
the apartment door.

"Go outside?" Jess froze.

"Come on," she said taking by the hand.  "It will be okay."

Deloris entered restaurant ahead of Jess.  "May I present you new
hostess, Jessie!"

Tony looked up at the beet red person before him and belly laughed.
"Don't she look nice.  Right boys don't she look nice."

"Yeah boss - she look really pretty," one of his cronies agreed.

"Have a seat Jessie," Tony said.  Jess walked over and sat down.

After talking to Tony a while, Jess returned to Deloris.  "It's going
to take me years to pay off this debt," Jess said to Deloris in
disbelief.

"Longer if you want new clothes or other such things," Deloris said
curtly.

"We have to get to work." Deloris explained the finer art of seating
people as hostess.  Occasionally, he would have to help wait tables.

The day went fast as the work was hard and unending.  Jess's calves
and feet ached from the 3" pumps he wore.  Looking down at the flats
Deloris wore he commented, "How come you get to wear flats?"

"Because I'm not the hostess that's why," she said walking into the
kitchen.

As all things do, work finally ended for that day.  Jess fished out a
pair white cotton panties, white cotton shorts and t-shirt to wear.
It was not guy's clothes, but it was as good as he was going to get.
Before he could relax, Deloris insisted they put away his new clothes.
Only then was he permitted to relax on the sofa and watch TV.

Jess looked up from his police drama to see Deloris holding another
needle.  "Again?" he protested.

"Roll over," she simply said.  She pulled his shorts and swabbed his
bottom again.  His butt still hurt from the last injection.  "You know
I studied to be a nurse," Deloris said jabbing in the syringe.  Jess
felt the liquid enter his body.  "Now that wasn't too bad was it?"

Jess didn't respond.  He turned in and slept like a log that night.
Sleep never felt so good to him.  Only once did he wake up because of
a fire truck passing by, but he quickly nodded off to sleep again.
Jess woke up with the morning light flooding onto him.  Yawning he got
up and stretched.  Looking around he realized this wasn't just a bad
dream.  He really was trapped as a hostess for a mobster.

Stripping off his clothes he jumped in the shower.  While lathering up
his face, he felt how smooth it was.  "Must be the depilatory stuff,"
he mused.  As Jess went to dry off, he noticed his chest looked larger
somehow.  "Must be all those trips to the gym paying off finally," he
said to himself.  After drying and fixing his hair, he selected his
wardrobe for the day.  Jess put on auburn silk panties, matching bra
and garter belt.  As he sat down to put on his hose, he looked to see
if he was sitting on a pad or something.

Jess stood up and looked down at the chair.  "Strange," he thought,
looking down, but there was nothing.  Jess noticed that the latex
breasts fit very tightly in his bra.  Jess let the brown sleeveless
sheath dress slip over his head the way Deloris showed him and zipped
it up.  After putting on his pumps and makeup, he looked in the
mirror.

"Not bad," he thought.  Only then did he realize that he had forgotten
the bandage.  Looking down at his crotch, he noticed that there was no
real appreciable bulge today.  Maybe he could go without it.  After
getting his morning shot and having breakfast, the two went off to
work.

"I put your outfit in for dry cleaning.  Big Tony says he likes that
one on you and wants you to wear it again tomorrow," Deloris said to
him over her shoulder.

Like the previous day, work and the day went fast.  Before Jess knew
it, it was noon and time for lunch and another shot.  Jess went to the
bathroom.  When he was fixing his clothes, he noticed that his chest
hurt.  Desperate for relief he removed the latex breasts.  Looking in
the mirror, he saw two small mounds of flesh pushing out his dress.
He thought, "get a grip on it."

As the previous day went so did this one.  Before he knew it, he was
back on the sofa.  Only this time, he had to wear a peach colored
nylon evening gown and matching panties.  His cotton outfit was dirty.
After getting his injection, he went to bed and slept soundly again.

Morning again came too soon.  Once more he was in the shower preparing
for his day.  "My face and body are still smooth," he said to himself.
"What was in that stuff?"

Jess dried off and fixed his hair.  He selected a forest green pair of
seamless satin panties to wear.  As he pulled them over his hips and
onto his bottom, he noticed how well they seemed to fit him.  The
panties seemed to fit him like a glove.  His male genitals didn't
seemed to bulge out either.  He reasoned that it must be shrinkage
from the cold shower.

After putting on the bra, he noticed two small but very distinct
mounds.  They were only the size of oranges, but to him they looked
huge.  "No it couldn't be," he chided himself.  "It's just these
clothes."  After putting on his garter belt, hose, black satin skirt,
white blouse, and shoes, he dived into his makeup like a pro.

Deloris commented at breakfast, "You sure do look nice today.  I can't
quite put my finger on it, but you look better.  After giving him his
shot, the two went right to work.  The day repeated as the several
before had.  Tony told Jess, "You look mighty sweet in that outfit."
Jess ignored the comment and kept working.

Deloris came into his room after lunch to give him his usual shoot.
Instead this time, Jess saw her refill the syringe again.  "What's
up," he said to her.  "Big Tony told me to give you the last two shots
all at once.  That's good news right?" Deloris said jabbing Jess's
bottom again.

"I guess so," Jess said under his breath.  Jess was just glad that
Deloris hadn't noticed he wasn't wearing the latex breasts.

Back at work the day went much as usual except for a few odd things.
His chest began to feel swollen and heavy and his skirt felt tight
around the hips and bottom.  "At least my balls aren't getting
squished by that bandage," he thought.  Then it hit him.  He couldn't
feel his balls or his penis either.  Alarmed he darted into the ladies
room.

Locking the stall closed, he quickly lifted up his skirt.  Putting his
hand between his legs he felt nothing.  That isn't quite accurate what
he felt was a soft mound of flesh with a crevice in the middle.  Jess
sat on the toilet trying not to pass out.  As he bent over, he could
feel his breasts pressing against his thighs.

"Oh my god.  I HAVE TITS," he said loudly.

"Good for you," commented a woman exiting the bathroom.

My voice, I'm not doing falsetto.  This is my real voice. Jess stood
up with his legs apart and his arms raised and looked at his body.  OH
MY GOD.  I'M A WOMAN! I can't be a woman.  This can't be real! This
has to be a dream or something.  Calm down Jessica, I mean Jess.
There has to be some good explanation for this."

Jess hurriedly exited the bathroom and found Deloris.

"Deloris," he whispered.  "I'm a woman!"

"I must admit honey you really do fill out your skirt and blouse
today," Deloris said scanning Jess.

"You don't get it.  All my equipment, it's now of the feminine
persuasion right down to my you know what!"

"What," Deloris said confused.

"I have a vagina and breasts.  I have large breasts, in fact," Jess
said insistently.

"You can't.  I mean it's not possible.  Is it? Turn around for me,"
Deloris said scanning Jess.

Jess did a 360 for her.  Deloris looked at his full cleavage,
hourglass figure and round full bottom.  Stunned she looked up at
Jess.

"Oh my god Jessica.  I mean Jess you're a woman!"

"That's what I've been trying to tell you," Jess replied.

"You even have a vagina?" Deloris whispered.

"Yes," Jess simply replied.

"Are you sure?" "Deloris, I know a vagina when I see and feel one.
Especially when it's between my legs where my dick should be."

"Come with me," she said leading him to the back of the restaurant.
"Keep a smile on your face.  We don't want anyone to know what
happened for now."

"What?" Jess replied to Deloris.

"Remember who owns this place? He can make a woman or two women
disappear, for a fact.  Especially if he thinks it will get him in
trouble."

He didn't want to smile, but he smiled anyway.  Deloris was
dumbfounded.  Jess really was Jessica now.

Deloris left Jessica in the back and went to Tony.  "Say Tony," she
asked as casually as she could.  "Where'd you get that stuff I gave to
Jessica?"

"That Chinese guy who sold the stuff to me.  He didn't speak good
English.  He said it would 'Make good woman,'" Tony said rubbing his
belly.

"What did he mean by that?" she questioned.

"I guess he meant that it would make someone look prettier.  You know
softer skin or something."

Taking a deep breath, Deloris took the chance to tell Big Tony what
had happened.  After assuring him that Jess had in fact been changed
to Jessica, Deloris called for Jessica to come.  Tony looking up and
down at Jessica and commented, "At least you must feel more
comfortable in a skirt now."

Jessica frowned.  "I don't want to wear women's clothes for the rest
of my life.  Is there some cure or something?"

"I'll check.  Don't get your panties in a wad.  Err um you know what I
mean.  Let me make a few calls."

Nervously Jess worked and waited for Big Tony.  Tony leaned over the
phone.  His massive frame rested on the table.  Jessica could see that
he was talking to someone intently.  The frown on his face did not
reassure Jessica that it was going well.  His heart raced as Big Tony
walked up to him.

"Come in the back for a minute, Jessica."

 Deloris tagged along desperately wanting to hear the new first hand.

"It's like this Jessica.  It is well um, that is to say, you're not
gonna change back," Tony said somberly.  "The old Chinese man said it
was permanent'"

"WHAT," Jess shouted.  "I can't be a woman.  I'm in a fraternity.

"I guess not no more," Tony replied.  "Maybe you can be a little
sister or something.  They do that type of thing I hear."

Jess began pacing the room in anger.  "I can't be a woman.  I just
can't."

Tony said, "Take the rest of the day off.  See a show or something."
Tony hated when women were angry so he hurried from the room.

Jess grabbed his coat and walked down the frigid streets.  Block after
block went by.  Jess walked until he was tired and cold.  Seeing a
nearby hotel, he walked inside to warm up.  He couldn't believe what
he was seeing.  "It was some of his fraternity brothers.  Maybe they
were looking for him," he thought expectantly.

His heels clacked on the tile floor as he ran up to Jim, Frank and
Kurt.  "Guy's it's me," he said running up to them.

The three looked at the sexy female approaching them and got instant
hardons.

"Do I know you?" Jim replied.

"Jim, it's me.  Jessica.  I mean Jess," Jess said hopefully.

"Oh Jess Yeah I remember you.  How are you doing?"

"How am I doing? Look at me," Jess said opening his coat showing them
his body.

"You look great," Jim said with a smile.

"Great, what do you mean great? I'm a woman," Jess said sternly.

"Listen you seem upset Jess.  Come up to my room and we'll straiten
this whole thing out."

Calming down, Jess relaxed and said, "Okay."

All the way up to his room Jim couldn't take his eyes off the beauty
next to him.  He undressed her a thousand times in his mind on the
way.  He wanted to get into her panties so badly it hurt.

Jim hung their coat up in the closet.  Her black satin skirt
highlighted her shapely feminine curves.  Her body was spectacular.
With every breath he watched her breasts rise and fall.  He had to
have her.

Jim said, "Why don't I fix us a drink?"  Opening the mini-fridge he
said, "What will it be?"

Jess replied, "Scotch on the rocks." Jess shifted from foot to foot
eager to tell Jim his story.

"Perfect and I'll have the same," Jim said fixing the drinks.

Jim sat on the sofa.  "Have a seat," Jim said patting the sofa.  Jess
sat on a chair several feet away.  "Why so far away.  Come on over
here," Jim said leaning back.  The comment seemed strange to Jess, but
he consented and sat next to Jim.

Jim didn't really pay much attention to what Jess was saying.  He
couldn't stop looking up and down her body.  His eyes traced up her
sexy legs to her short black satin skirt covering her sexy hips and
waist.  Then her moved up her stomach to her breasts.  He looked
between the buttons, through the layer of material.  She was wearing a
green satin bra.  Jim got rock hard.

"I need to slow down and start at the beginning," Jess said calming
himself.

"Before you do that, why don't you take a big sip of you drink.  It
will help you calm down," Jim said, handing Jess his drink.

Jess took a big gulp of the scotch.  "That felt good all the way
down," Jess commented.

The world suddenly went in slow motion for Jess.  He saw Jim move
toward him.  His eye grew wide as Jim kissed him.  Jess felt Jim's
right hand move up his thighs and under his skirt.  He couldn't
believe it.  He felt Jim's hand move ever higher up his body.  Jim's
hand moved over Jess's stomach and down to between his legs.  Jess's
fear raced as he felt Jim's hand move to his crotch.  Only the sheer
material of his panties separated Jim's Finger from his new passage.
Rhythmically Jim's hand messaged Jess's vagina.

Jess tried to push Jim off of him, but his hands slipped and only
succeeded in pulling Jim to himself.  Jim took the opportunity to use
his other hand to unbutton Jess's blouse.  Jim pulled the blouse out
from under his skirt and exposed his satin clad breasts.  He
unfastened the front clasping bra and stared at Jess's now free
breasts.  Jim opened his mouth and sucked on one of Jess's aureoles.
Lighting bolts of pleasure swept over Jess.

Overwhelming new sensations gripped Jess with each touch of Jim's
hand.  When Jim pulled down Jess's panties, Jess began to panic.
However, the drug in his drink dissipated all resistance.  The whole
seen seemed surreal.  Jim pushed Jess down on the sofa and moved
between his spread legs.  Jess saw Jim push up his skirt, he wanted to
cry out for Jim to stop but couldn't.  Like some alien invader, Jess
saw Jim pull out his tool.  Jim pressed the tip of his penis into the
woman below him.  Jess felt Jim's shaft slide between his moist,
vaginal folds.

Jim pulled out and thrust back in with one motion.  The swollen cock
stretched Jess's vaginal lips widely apart.  He could barely take in
the sensation of a cock filling him up inside.  Jess tried to repel
the feelings of pleasure.  He was a man! Yet as Jim began thrusting in
and out of Jess something inside him withered.  Something new began to
grow in its place.  As Jim began thrusting, he finally stopped kissing
Jess.  Instead of calling out, he let out a grunt with each thrust.

A familiar but unfamiliar sensation was building inside of Jess.  He
felt Jim's cock sliding inside him sent shockwave of pleasure to his
brain.  It felt as if Jim's cock was thrusting into his soul.  Jess
could hardly breath, the sensation was so intense.  His whole body
began to strain with the intensity of the sensation.  When he could
take it no more, he felt his vagina quiver and spasms of pleasure shot
through him.

Jim surveyed his cock thrusting inside the woman beneath him.  He felt
the familiar feeling of a pending explosion building inside him.  Like
a cannon going off he shot his load inside of her.  Jim thrust again
and spurted the remaining fluid into her.  He wanted every drop inside
of her.

Jess saw Jim pull out and kneel behind him.  The drugs prevented him
from running away, but he hoped that Jim was done.  He wasn't.  Jim
wasn't done by a long shot.

Jess felt and saw Jim turn him over.  Lifting up Jess's hips, Jim slid
a pillow under them.  Jim lubricated Jess's tight sphincter with his
cum.  Jess looked over his should at what Jim was doing.  He couldn't
believe it.  He knew what Jim intended and wanted no part.  "Please
no," his mind cried out.  "Not back there."

Jim positioned himself behind Jess and slowly pushed inside her tight
hole.  Jim enjoyed watching his shaft disappear in her back entrance.
When his hips met her bottom, he pulled out and thrust back.  Their
bodies met with a meaty slap.  Jess felt Jim thrusting in and out of
his bottom.  For some reason this, more than what had just happened,
made his mind reel.  Jim's hands move under his chest and massage his
tits.  Over and over Jim thrust into his soft bottom.  Jim moved his
left hand to message his clitoris.

Jess couldn't believe how good it felt to have Jim caress his
clitoris.  He didn't want to come, not while getting it in the ass,
yet his body betrayed him and he tensed with orgasm.  Just then he
felt Jim's warm cum spurt into his ass.  Jess wasn't sure why, but he
knew that he would be sleeping with men from now on.

Jim got up and rolled Jess over.  As Jess saw Jim go into the
bathroom, he hoped it was all over.  It wasn't.  After washing up, Jim
was hard again.

Jim knelt straddling Jess's chest and lowered his tool to Jess's
mouth.  Jess tried to turn away, but Jim grabbed his jaw and pulled it
open.  Jess felt Jim's throbbing tool touch his tongue.  Jess wanted
to throw up, but couldn't.

"Suck it, bitch."  When Jess hesitated Jim reached back and slapped
Jess's hip.  The sting prompted Jess to comply.  He felt like dying
inside as he felt Jim's tool slide between his lips.  Jim pushed his
tool all the way in down Jess's throat as he came.  Jess had no choice
but to swallow the cum.

Jim picked up Jess's helpless body and carried it to the bed.  He
turned Jess over and thrust back into Jess's bottom again.  Over and
over Jim took Jessica.

In the morning Jess, now truly Jessica, opened her eyes and tried to
sit up.  Her whole body ached.  There was dried cum all over her.
"Gross," she said peeling off the residue.

Taking a shower never felt better.  She never wanted to get out.  She
wanted to wash the memory from last night away.  After drying off,
Jessica picked up her panties and held them in front of her.  Sighing
she said, "I better get used to wearing these from now on.  How did I
get into this mess?"

She sighed and tried to ignore the feeling of her clothes as she put
them on.  They felt like a silk and satin prison.  Jessica mused as
she put on her bra, "Instead of being guy making moves on the girls,
he was the girl.  Things really looked different for him from the
other side of the skirt.

She ran her hands over her breasts and down to her hips.  In disbelief
she thought, "I had a man come inside me last night." She tried to
expel the memory.  Yet the taste of his cum in her mouth reinforced
the it.  She had just finished dressing when Jim came back in the
hotel room.

"I can't believe you have the balls to face me.  You bastard.  Is this
the way you treat a friend," Jessica said sternly.

"I had to run to the bank," Jim said setting down some hot coffee.  "I
have your money right here." Jim took out some money and slapped down
$500 on the nightstand.  "This should cover it.  By the way you were
outstanding.  I actually thought you didn't like that stuff we were
doing last night.  They guys told me they had hired a, well, lady of
your profession for last night, but you were more than I hoped for."

Now Jessica was livid.  "You mean you thought I was a whore!" she
shouted.

Jim stood there speechless.

"Yes, the guys told me that they hired you for the night."

"I am not a whore.  If you thought I was a prostitute why did you drug
me?" she said putting her hands on her hips.  Jim really didn't have a
good excuse for that.

Fear suddenly gripped Jim.  He was afraid she would call the police.
Jim grabbed his suitcase and went for the door.  Jessica stood there a
second watching him leave, then she went after him.  However as she
got to the open door, a woman stepped in front of her.  The woman had
long back hair and was clad in black leather pants and a matching
fitted shirt.

"Excuse me, I have to catch that man."

The woman held out her hand.  "Don't worry about him my dear.  I have
so many interesting people for you to meet."

                                *****

Tom and Steve grew tired of searching room after room.  "I am going to
kick some ass when I find them," Tom said crossly.

"You got that right," Steve agreed.

"I have to take a leak.  I'll catch up to you," said Steve.

"Man I'm going to crash a few minutes." Steve went into the bathroom
while Tom lay down.

Steve splashed some water in his face after doing his business.  He
was really tired of walking around.  Steve opened the door and yelled,
"Okay get up you lazy..." Steve was stunned.  He didn't know where he
was.  In front of him were rows of slot machines.  Men and women in a
trance like state plunked their money into the one arm bandits trying
to hit the bit score.

Dazed, Steve wandered around.  The hotel had a sixties feel to it.
The decor was at one time at the height of architecture; now it was a
pink and orange joke.  The once white ceiling tiles were stained brown
and yellow.  Forty years of cigarette smoke gave the building a
permanent smell like an ashtray.  The owners made more money writing
it down on their taxes then by fixing it up.  Steve looked around at
the decayed decor and said, "What a dump."

Steve walked out of the casino into the lobby of the hotel.  Outside a
terrible storm was raging.

"Where am I?"

The night clerk looked up at the man in front of her.

"You're in the Casino Royal sir."

"But where is this hotel located," Steve asked again urgently.

The night clerk wasn't sure what she had on her hands so she rang for
the pit boss to come out.  "You're in the Bahamas sir," the girl said
with a forced smile.  Just then the doors rattled as debris hit them.

"What's up with that storm?" Steve said aloud.

"It's hurricane Janelle sir," the clerk calmly replied.

"It's got to be over a hundred miles an hour!" Steve said trying to
understand his situation.

"Yes sir, it's actually 130 miles per hour.  Don't worry sir, you're
safe as long as you're in this facility." Just then the pit boss
walked up.

"Is there a problem here Mary?"

"This gentlemen seems a bit lost, Mr.  Kensington."

Steve looked at the bald stocky man in front of him and said, "I'm not
sure how I got here.  I mean I was in the Tabor mansion."

"I'm sorry sir," Mr.  Kensington said, "This facility is for hotel
guests and casino users.  If you have no business here you'll have to
leave."

Steve looked out side at the howling wind and driving rain.  It was
suicide to go out.  Looking back he said, "Where can I get chips?"

Steve only had $20 to his name.  His credit cards were maxed out with
school debt.  Steve got ten dollars in quarters and sat at a $1
machine.  Plunking in a dollar he looked over his shoulder.  The Pit
Boss was still staring at him.  Without thinking Steve pulled the
lever and the dials began spinning.  The read out on the slot ended up
cherry, orange, and bar.  That fast his dollar was gone.

Steve turned back to look at the machine.  "Figures," was all he said.
Just then he noticed his underwear felt wrong.  It felt, well, softer
and less supportive for his equipment.  Casually Steve slipped his
hand under his waistband of his jeans.  Satin instead of cotton was
what his fingers felt.  Out of the corner of his eye he saw the pit
boss walking his way.  Quickly, Steve put a dollar inside and pulled
the handle

He sighed in relief as the pit boss walked past him.  "Clack, clack,
clack" came from the slot machine as it stopped spinning.  Just then
he felt something wrapped around his chest and waist.  Once again he
discretely probed under his shirt and felt satin.  "Keep it together,"
Steve said to himself.  "You'll go to the rest room and get out of
this stuff."

Steve walked as casually as he could to the men's room.  One thing
though, people who try and act casual never really are.  The pit boss
became suspicious and followed him inside.  Steve entered an empty
stall and closed the door.  He saw the feet of the pit boss under the
stall door.

Steve unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it open.  He saw a red satin
corset wrapped around his torso.  Steve tried to remove it but
couldn't get it off.  Two pairs of feet walked up to his stall door.
Steve heard two taps on his door and a voice say, "You alright in
there?"

"Yeah," Steve replied.  "I'll be right out." Steve put his shirt back
on and hurriedly fixed his clothes.  After flushing the toilet, he
opened the door.  "Excuse me," he said walking past suspicious pit
boss.  Steve walked back into the lobby and up to the exit.  He tried
to push the door open.  He only got it open a few inches when the wind
forced it closed again.

Taking a deep breath, he turned around and went back into the casino.
Taking a seat at the slot he bet a dollar again.  "Bar, bar, cherry,"
he won! Steve felt the corset disappear from his chest.

"Okay one more time, and I'm home free." This time he bet three
dollars.  Steve's eyes were riveted to the turning wheels.  "Cherry,
orange, bar" Steve's heart sank.  Suddenly, not only was the corset
back around his waist but also felt silky smooth material encasing his
legs.  Steve lifted a pant leg and saw black hose where socks should
have been.

Steve's heart raced.  He knew he didn't stand a chance at the slots.
Over in the far corner a poker game was in progress.  Weaving his way
through the casino Steve sat in an empty seat.  "What's the game,"
Steve asked.

"Five card draw, suicide kings and one eyed jacks wild.  The ante is
one dollar," the dealer said flatly.

Steve handed his remaining cash to the dealer and placed his few
measly chips on the table.  The man to his right said, "Boys we have a
big gambler here."

All the men broke out laughing.  Steve's face flushed with
embarrassment.  He wasn't sure which embarrassed him more, their
laughter or their laughter while wearing panties.

Each man threw in a dollar and the dealer quickly whisked the cards to
each player.  Steve picked up his cards.  He had a pair of nines.  The
bet came around to him.  "It's three dollars to stay in," the dealer
said.  "I see your three," Steve said tossing in three chips.  After
tossing in three cards, the dealer whisked three replacement cards to
him.  He was careful not to show his cards as he picked them up.
"Damn, no help," he thought.

Eventually, bets stopped and it was time to show cards.  One by one
each man laid down his cards.  Steve's heart pounded.  "He had them
all beat so far, Steve thought." His heart seemed as if it would beat
right out of his chest.  "Read'em and weep boys, I got three ladies
showing.  Steve's sank into his chair.

Steve felt his pants legs fuse pulling his legs together.  The
material changed from denim to a red sheen.  He grimaced as he felt
his hips widen and his bottom become padded and round, while his waist
contracted.  Each leg changed shape and his feet became small and
delicate, encased in a pair of strap on stiletto heels.  Steve took
solace in that at least he could still feel and see the familiar bulge
from under his skirt.

Steve pulled right up to the table and tried to cover up with his
shirt.  Terror gripped him that anyone would see him this way.  Again
came the ante came around him.  Taking a deep breath, he tossed his
chips into the pile.  This time the cards were in his favor.  He had
three nines.  That was a strong hand.  Each man tried to steel his
emotions.  Each man equaled then raised the bet.  Steve was in for 12
dollars if he wanted to stay in.

Steve forged his resolve and threw in twelve chips.  It was all the he
had left.  Steve was first to show his cards.  A collective groan came
from the table.  "Yes," Steve shouted.  Then he noticed one man
smiling.  "I'm sorry son but I got three Kings ace high." Steve
slouched back in his chair.

Just then a crack of lightening thundered dangerously near the casino.
The lights instantly flickered and sputtered off.  Only the emergency
floodlights illuminated the casino.

Steve felt his shirt shrink and cleave to his body.  He sleeves
detached from the shirt and grew to cover his hands.  The cotton
material shrunk down his arms and stopped at the elbow.  The familiar
cotton feel changed to a silky texture and wrapped tightly around his
forearms and hands.  The material around his chest shrank and fused to
the skirt he wore forming a lipstick red silk/satin strapless dress
evening gown.  Just when he thought it was over he felt his arms and
neck grow small and delicate, while his hair grew long and blond.

Steve felt like some half man half woman freak.  His face was that of
a man, but his body was one of a breast less woman with male
genitalia.  Taking advantage of the dark, he left the table and headed
for the restroom again.  He did not even realize that he was clutching
a purse in his right hand.  As he passed the cashier's box an idea
occurred to him.  Maybe he could borrow some money.  Steve walked up
to the window illuminated only by a single floodlight.

"Hello, um," the clerk wasn't sure whether a man or woman was in front
of him.

"May I help you?"

"I want to get credit," Steve asked eagerly.

"May I see your credit card," clerk said holding out his hand.

"Doesn't the house extend credit?" Steve replied.

"Yes it does, but it's only a $100.  To hotel guest may get up to $500
automatically," the clerk said dryly.  He had seen this drama played
out many times before.  Men and women gambling with money they didn't
have.

"The $100 will have to do," Steve said.

"I'll need to see a driver license please." Steve reached around back
for his wallet, but only felt his soft round bottom.  He slid his hand
around desperately searching for his wallet until he remembered how he
had changed.  Only then did he notice that a purse was dangling from
his hand.

Steve opened his new purse and found a brown lady's wallet.  He pulled
out his driver's license and handed it to the clerk.  The man looked
at it and back at Steve.  "Okay, um, this will do," the man said
picking up a pen.  The man carefully wrote down his information for
enter into the computer later.  It felt to Steve like he was taking
hours.  At last the clerk handed him a pen and said, "Please sign at
the bottom." A quick signature later and $100 was clenched tightly in
his hand.

Steve scanned the partially lit room.  The blackjack tables were still
playing.  He walked up the one table and sat down.  The female dealer
looked up straining to see who was playing and said, "It's five to
ante at this table, miss."

Ignoring the remark, he placed five down on the table.  Two cards
landed in front of him.  He looked at his down card.  The total was
12.  "Hit me," he said feeling his insides tensing.  His heart sank as
a king of hearts landed in front of him.  Steve slouched back into his
chair and said, "I'm bust." The dealer scoped his chips into her
drawer.

Steve felt his chest hurt and burn.  He leaned over from the pain.
Two lumps started growing from his flat chest.  They grow slowly at
first and then grew rapidly.  The dress around his chest strained to
contain the growing mounds of flesh.  He felt like two large melons
were now hanging from his chest.  When he righted himself, he stared
at two large tits hanging from his once empty chest.  His aureoles
felt like fifty-cent pieces and his nipples were thick as a pencil.

"Bet's please, miss," the clerk said examining the strange woman.  She
was confused.  "Wasn't the homely woman before her was flat chested a
minute ago?" Shrugging she dealt the cards waited for bets.  She had
seen everything on this job.

Steve knew at this point he had to do all or nothing.  This losing by
inches was killing him.  He was determined to get his old body back.
Slapping down his $95 he said, "I'm ready."

The cards flew in front of him.  His spirit soared as he found that he
had 20.  "I'll stand pat," Steve said excitedly.

"Dealer takes one," the woman flipped over her cards.  Horror gripped
him as he counted up twenty-one.  "Dealer takes it," she said
collecting his money.

Steve felt a burning inside his abdomen.  He got up from the table and
staggered toward the restroom.  "Are you okay miss?" Steve heard the
dealer call out.

Steve sat down on the toilet seat and pulled his dress up.  His crotch
felt like a hot poker was being shoved up it.  Through his panties he
could see his manhood shrink then disappear.  What replaced it
appalled him.

"I'VE GOT A PUSSY," he shouted in a female voice.  "GOD NO.  I want my
balls back!"

He was not done yet.  His face felt like a giant hand was rearranging
it.  His broad nose grew tapered and refined, while his chin went from
square to round.  His skin grew soft as his lips became full.  Each
eyelash was now long.  A pinch at each ear left two earrings dangling
from his lobes.  What was he going to do? Where would he go? What
would he tell his friends?

"Hi I'm a woman now!"

Pounding on his stall door made him jump.  "I'm sorry miss but this is
the men's room.  You're in the wrong place." Steve got up and fixed
his skirt.  After opening the door, Steve was face to face with a
hotel employee.  "I'm sorry miss but in the dark you went into the
wrong bathroom." Steve didn't argue.

Stunned, he simply walked out of the restroom.  Confused and dazed he
wandered about the casino lobby.  What would he do now?

A woman with long black hair, clad in a cat suit and corset walked
toward Steve.  Behind her walked to two gorillas dressed as security.

"Hello, are you Ms. Stephanie Jackson?"  Steve was about to say no,
"I'm Steve Jackson," when it hit him how silly that would sound.

"I guess that's me," Steve said rolling his eyes.

"I'm sorry Ms. Jackson, but the casino has revoked your credit.  We
need you to pay us back immediately," the woman said sternly.

Worried Steve said, "I don't have it.  I can get it for you, but it
will take time."

"I'm sorry Ms. Jackson.  If you can't pay then you will have to work
your debt off." The woman turned on her heels and left with the two
security guards dragging Steve along with them.

"I'll pay you back.  Let me go!"

The woman ignored his cries of protest.  The group stepped into an
elevator with the woman behind Steve.  She patted Steve on his now
feminine bottom and said, "I have some gentlemen who will be very
interested in meeting you."

                                *****

Kathy found Jim laying on a sofa sound asleep.  She was half tempted
to wake him and try and leave the Tabor Mansion.  However, the binding
leather chastity corset under her clothes reminded her that she was
being watched.  Reluctantly, she tiptoed away from Jim and quietly
left the room.

Kathy lingered behind the closed door.  "Maybe they could make it,
after all her mistress couldn't be everywhere.  She reached for the
door handle when she heard a voice behind her.

"Kathy.  Now what are you doing?"

It was her mistress.  Kathy froze like a deer caught in headlights.
She was too afraid to say anything.  Her mistress simply grabbed Kathy
by the arm and dragged her into an empty bedroom.

"No please, I didn't do anything," Kathy pleaded.  The door slammed
shut by itself.

                                *****

Tom woke from his deep slumber and rubbed his face.  "Steve, hey man
where are you?"  The silence pounded into his brain like a hammer.
Concerned, Tom went the pitch-black hallway.  The silence and eerie
darkness freaked him out.  "Fuck, I can't believe this.  Where is
everyone?  STEVE," he shouted at the top of his lungs.

"I can't believe this! What is happening to everyone?" Tom went back
into the room and walked over to the bathroom door.  When he opened
it, everything was totally wrong.  He wasn't in the bathroom.  Instead
he was in some strange room.  The walls were covered with green and
gold ornate paneling.  On far wall was a mirror and on the opposite
wall was a large double doorway.

However what really got his attention was the most beautiful woman he
had ever seen.  On her arms she wore long white satin gloves.  Her
arms were bound together above her head buy a pair of black leather
cuffs.  A cable to the ceiling attached to the cuffs.  Her long wavy
blond hair highlighted her Marilyn Monroe looking face.  A gag
stretched her jaw painfully wide.  A wide black leather strap held the
gag in place.

Tom's disbelieving eyes scanned down her taught body.  Holding up her
sizable breasts was a shimmering white, satin boned corset.  On her
waist and hips she wore a lustrous white satin flared skirt.  He could
tell that garters from the corset were holding up her white silk hose.
Strangely, between her legs there was a pumping rod that extended from
the floor up under her skirt.  On her feet she wore two white patent
leather stiletto shoes.  Her ankles were held about two feet apart by
a spreader rod.

She let out muffled cries as she looked at him with pleading eyes.
Tom rushed over to her.  Moving behind her he parted her hair in back
to unfasten her gag.  Tom found the clasp and pulled it open.  As he
pulled out the gag the woman said, "Thank you.  Please. there's a
button to raise and lower my arms and the wall," the woman said with a
sense of urgency.  "Quick! She could be back any time!" Tom saw the
button and darted over and pushed the down button.

The woman let out a sigh as her arms lowered.  "That feels so good,
thank you.  You'll have to help me off this thing.

"Off what?" Tom said with a growing sense of uneasiness.

"Just come over here and pick me up,"

Tom stood before her and picked her up by the thighs.  He lifted her
up a few inches.

"Higher, you have to lift higher."

Tom lifted her body up several more inches.

"It's still not enough.  You have to life even higher." Tom lifted her
body way up.  Her breasts pressed embarrassingly into his face.

"That's good.  Pull me forward and let me down."

Only then did he see the massive phallic shaped dildo on the end of
the thrusting shaft.  Making short work of her wrist cuffs, Tom
dropped them to the floor.

After freeing her arms she said, "Get my ankles free." As Tom unbound
her imprisoned ankles, he looked up.  He saw her reach under the back
of her skirt.  She slid her hand under the waistband of her panties.
Tom stopped what he was doing to watch her.  The woman grimaced and
let out a slight moan as she pulled on something in her bottom.  The
woman bit her lip and let out a slight cry as she continued pulling.
Taking a deep breath, she gave one last pull.  She exhaled after
pulling an enormous butt plug from under her panties.

"God that hurts," She said rubbing her sore bottom.  From the way that
the woman messaged her aching body he could see that she had been
there a while.  Every second that ticked he was getting more
apprehensive that whoever did this might return.

"Hurry with my legs," she said, scolding Tom.  Tom finished with her
ankles and the woman took a couple of wobbly steps stretching her
tired legs.  "Get the stuff that was on me," she ordered.  "We're
going to need them."

"Need them for what?" he questioned gathering the bondage equipment.

"I'll tell you later," she said prancing over to a door.

"I came in over there." Tom said.

"Shh, I know," she replied anxiously.  "But this is the way out.
Trust me." Carefully she opened the door and looked to see if it was
clear.  "Okay come on," she said motioning to Tom.

They were back in his room.

"How," Tom said bewildered.

The woman turned to Tom and said, "I'll tell you everything you want
to know, but right now we have to get going.  Okay?"

"All right," Tom said consenting.  "Let's go."

Tom followed the woman out the doorway.  He couldn't help but get a
hard on as he watched her skirt bounce on top of her round shapely
bottom.  He loved watching the light from his flashlight shimmering on
the white satin corset she wore.  Her breasts practically made him
come when he looked at them.

She stopped and looked around the corner down the main stairway as if
watching for someone.  She motioned to Tom to come as she descended
the grand staircase.  "Hurry," she quietly said entering the north
great hall.  Down a maze of corridors this scantily clad woman led
Tom.  Finding the right door she opened it and beckoned for Tom to
follow.

She turned on the light as she shut the door.  The first thing that
hit Tom was the musty air.  It seemed as if the room had been sealed
for many years.  As Tom's eyes adjusted, he looked around the
impressive room.  In the center was a fountain with a statue of a nude
man standing in the middle.  Out of his penis shot whitish looking
water.  It was obvious that the water was discolored from years of
neglect.  The room was richly tiled depicting various scenes from
antiquity.  White and black marble framed the scenes giving a very
elegant feel to the room.  Along the walls were black sofas with large
towel rings above them.  "Must have been a steam room at one time,"
Tom mused.

The woman gingerly sat on a sofa.  Massaging her bottom she remarked,
"I think it's going to hurt down there for a long time to come."

"Who are you?  What is this place," Tom asked insistently.

The woman held out her hand, "My name is Gloria Reynolds.  What's
yours?"

Tom set down the bondage equipment and took her hand.  "Thomas Wells,
but everyone just calls me Tom."

"Have a seat and I'll tell you what happened."  Tom sat next to her on
the sofa eager to hear what she had to say.

"Before I start, what's the date?" Tom told her and she gasped, "I've
been her that long?"

"How long has it been," Tom said quizzically.

"Never mind about that.  You have to know what's going on here.  Let
me start at the beginning.  I came here with a few of my friends a
while ago.  We were on a wilderness camping trip."  Gloria continued
to tell Tom her amazing a tale.  The spirits of the house abducted her
and her friends.  They were given a choice serve the spirits and do
their bidding or be punished.

"I was supposed to lure a group of men to the house, but failed.  At
the last minute, the leader of the group wanted to camp in a different
place.  Apparently, the fishing was better at the other location.  The
Tabors were so angry that I was punished.  Well, as you saw me."

"Hold on a minute," Tom protested.  "Spirits trapping people, that's a
whole lot to swallow."

"I'm sure it is from your perspective, Tom.  We don't have a lot of
time.  You and whatever people you came with are in great danger.  You
have to believe me," she said pleading.

"Okay okay, I guess I do believe you.  How else do you explain all
that's been happening?" Tom replied.

"They'll find us soon.  We have to get out of here," she said rising
to her feet and walking away.  Tom got up and followed her.  Putting
his hand on his shoulder, he gently turned her around.  "Is there
anything we can do?"

She rubbed her hands nervously and said, "There's one thing, but your
not going to like it."

"What," he said not wanting to hear the answer.  "You have to drink
from the fountain over there," she said pointing.

Tom walked over to the fountain and looked at the white discolored
water.  "I'm not drinking that," he protested.

"They know that.  That's why they made this the only thing that could
defeat them.  If you drink that fluid then we can capture them and
release your friends.  Tom you have to do it.  Don't you see?
Otherwise they win!"

Tom thought about it a minute and said, "Are you sure this is the only
way?"

 Gloria walked up to Tom and hugged him and said, "You have to, it's
 our only hope."

Reluctantly Tom said, "Okay, I'll do it."

Letting go of him she clasped her hands and jumped up and down.  She
said, "You'll see this will work."

Tom reached down to scoop some of the vial waters with his hand, when
Gloria cleared her throat and pointed.  Tom saw that she was pointing
to the statues stone penis.  You have to drink it straight from the
source." Tom made a face again.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes," she said confidently.

Tom moved to the front of the statue and closed his eyes.  He leaned
forward and caught some of the falling fluid in his mouth.  He
swallowed the foul tasting mixture in one gulp.  Tom opened his eyes
and wiped his mouth.  "That was awful," Tom said making a face.

"I know," she said putting her hands on her hips.  "It was terrible
when I drank it too."

"You drank it?" Tom said getting dizzy.  "Hey what's going..." Tom
crumpled to the floor unconscious.

                                *****

"What the hell..." Tom said waking.  He tried to move, but his arms
stretched above him.  He looked up to see what held him.  At first all
he saw the white satin sleeves on his arms, and they were chained the
towel ring by two leather cuffs.  Then he noticed how weak his arms
felt.  They were smaller and feminine looking.  They were not his at
all!  Through the gloves he could tell his fingernails were longer.

He felt cold.  He looked down at his body and saw that he was naked.
Gloria was seated next to him, and she was naked too.  She bent over
and picked up her corset from the floor.  Her arms appeared freakishly
large and masculine for her body.  She picked up Tom's legs and fed to
corset over his feet.  As she pulled it up, Tom started to struggle.

"Let me go you bitch!" Tom said angrily.  A quick smack to his balls
stopped him fighting.  Tom let out a loud cry.  Gloria stood up and
strained as she pulled the tight corset up Tom's legs.  "We have to
get your corset on you," Gloria said to Tom.

She pulled the garment smooth garment up Tom's legs to his hips.  "Why
are you doing this," Tom said groaning.

"You see, it was all like I told you," Gloria said grunting as she
pulled the corset over Tom's hips.  "I was out camping with my
friends, when we stumbled on to this house." Gloria tugged the corset
up Tom's chest.  After forcing Tom onto his side, Gloria put her knee
in his back.  Methodically, she pulled the laces tight.  As the
garment constricted around his body, Tom felt his chest start to swell
while his waist felt like a vice was squeezing it.

To Tom's terror, he saw the hair on his chest withdraw into his body.
His chest then started to swell.  At first two small mounds appeared.
The mounds grew larger and larger filling the cups of the corset.
They kept growing until the corset had trouble containing them.

"Oh MY GOD," Tom shouted.  "I HAVE TITS!" Gloria quickly grabbed the
penis gag.  Tom looked at Gloria's chest.  Instead of two large tits,
she now had a masculine looking chest.  "What the hell are y..."
Gloria shoved the large gag in his mouth.  "UMMMPPHHH," Tom let out a
muffled protest.  Gloria quickly fastened gag behind Tom's head.

Tom felt the hair on his head grow and fall past his shoulders.  He
looked down and saw blond locks cascading down past his eyes.  His
face felt like someone was rearranging it.  His nose felt like a vice
was squeezing it.  Meanwhile his lips swelled up like he had been hit
in the mouth by someone's fist.  In fact his whole face felt strange.

He couldn't believe his eyes.  Gloria's had face change to that of a
man.  Gloria now had short brown hair and a two-day growth on her
chin.  She appeared like some freakish half man half woman sideshow
attraction.  Not wasting any time, Gloria grabbed her white satin
miniskirt and white satin panties.  She placed each of Tom's feet
through the panty leg holes and pulled them up over his calves.  Next
she pulled the skirt over both his feet to where the panties were.

As she pulled both garments up his legs she said, "Where was I? Oh
yes, I was telling you how I came to be like this." The cool satin
material gave Tom a hard on.  "My friends and I stumbled onto this
mansion.  We roamed around much as you and your dumb buddies have
been." Gloria slid the panties and skirt up Tom's thighs.  "My buddies
dared me to drink from that fountain.  Like you did.  I was so
stupid," she said angrily.  "When I woke up, I looked like you saw
me."

Gloria pulled the panties over Tom's hips.  She tried as best she
could to fit his equipment inside them.  Next she tugged the skirt up
over his hips and onto his waist.  "Now don't you look cute?" Gloria
said mockingly.

Tom felt his hips crack as they widened, and the flesh on his bottom
grew full and round.  "UMMMPPPPHHH," he cried as he felt his manhood
grow numb, shrivel and then disappear.  Tom then could feel a vagina
climbing up inside him like some foreign invader.  Deep inside his
body the organ climbed.  He let out another "UMMMPPPPHHH," at what he
felt going on inside him.  His organs were shifting to allow a new
assortment of female organs to fill him.  Gloria lifted up Tom's skirt
and looked at the vaginal mounds outline through Tom's panties.  "Very
nice," Gloria said running her index finger along the new slit.  "I'm
sure you'll have loads of fun with it."

"It's true what I said about luring men here, and about being punished
for failing." Gloria carefully pinned Tom's legs with her growing
bulk.  Tom tried to pull them free, but she was far too strong now.
Gloria carefully rolled up each stocking and guided onto Tom's legs.
Getting off Tom, she pulled Tom's new garter straps under his skirt
and attached them to the white silk hose.  Each of Tom's legs morphed
before his dismayed eyes.  They looked like what had formerly been
Gloria's.

Gloria stood before Tom, now fully a man.  She examined her now
masculine body.  "It's great to be me again.  Oh and by the way my
name is Trevor Reynolds.  What was next," Trevor said looking around
the floor.  "Oh yes." Trevor picked up the butt plug and sat next to
Tom on the couch.

Tom tried to kick Trevor, but he was too strong for Tom.  Trevor
quickly rolled Tom over onto his lap and lifted up Tom's skirt.  He
took a long look at Tom's feminine silk covered bottom.  Tom's mind
had trouble grasping what was going on.  The feeling of the satin
corset tightly wrapped around his torso upholding his breasts and the
feeling of lingerie against his skin left him in a state of shock.
Trevor slid the plug under the waistband of Tom's panties and pressed
it against Tom's tight sphincter.  Trevor gave a strong and steady
push.

Tom's sphincter tried to repel the invader.  Pain shot up from his
tight hole.  Another "UUUUMMMPPPPHHHH," came from Tom.  The plug
stretched his hole impossibly wide.  It seemed as if it would rip him
open.  Just then it started sliding down to the narrower
circumference.  Trevor pulled up the waistband of Tom's panties and
then pulled down his skirt.  He rubbed Tom's impaled bottom and said,
"Don't you just love this little toy.  I had hours of fun with this
little baby inside me."

Tom couldn't believe how strange it felt to be a woman with a dildo in
his bottom.  Tom rolled over onto his bottom again forcing the dildo
deeper inside himself.  Despite the dildo, Tom wanted to sit up.  He
was afraid of what Trevor was going to do next.  However, his bound
wrists prevented him from sitting fully up.

Trevor looked down lustfully at silk and lace beauty.  His recently
restored tool stood to attention at the sight.  "I have to say Tom.
Your looking better and better to me all the time."  Trevor knelt down
and put each of Tom's feet in the stiletto-heeled shoes.  "Mustn't
forget your spreader bar," Trevor said chucking.  Trevor stood up and
inspected his work.

Tom's captor sat next to him and ran his hand up Tom's silk covered
legs.  "Tom you know how they got the idea for Gloria?  She was an S&M
pinup on my wall.  I actually brought her picture along with me on the
camping trip.  She, I mean you, are so hot.  There's one last thing
you'll need."

Trevor knelt between Tom's legs.  Tom tried to squirm and throw him
off, but he was too heavy.  Trevor reached under Tom's skirt and
pulled the crotch of his panties to one side.  Trevor guided his
swollen tool to Tom's vulnerable opening.  Tom felt the heat from
Trevor's body next to his.  He looked down and saw Trevor's tool
heading toward his slit.  "Uuuuummmmpppppphhhhhh," Tom let out a
muffled cry of protest and shook his head no.  Still the shaft, like
some missile, headed toward him.  He felt tip press against his
vaginal lips.  As the shaft parted them pushing inside him, new
sensations filled his mind.  Tom took shallow breaths and gasped for
air through his nostrils.  He tried to look away and ignore what was
happening, but he couldn't.  Trevor's hips pressed against his inner
thighs sending the shaft to its maximum depth.

"That feels so good," Trevor said as he thrust inside Tom's moist
folds.  When he was all the way inside, he said, "You'll see Tom," he
said thrusting.  "I never had sex with a man when I was Gloria." Tom
quickened his speed with every thrust.  "You see if you get cum inside
you, you can never change back again.  You're stuck as a woman." Still
thrusting in and out of Tom Trevor continued, "Since I don't want to
be Gloria again that leaves you.  Someone has to be her you know.
Beside think of all the cute outfits you'll get to wear."

On hearing this news Tom violently tried to get free.  His struggle
only excited Trevor all the more.  Tom felt the shaft slide in and out
of him.  His vagina was responded by sending shockwaves sensations to
Tom's brain.  Steadily his body rose toward an orgasm.  "I don't want
to be a woman," Tom's brain shouted, yet his body was betraying him.

"After a while, Tom, you'll get used to void between your legs,"
Trevor said feeling his body build to an orgasm.  "I never really did,
but I'm sure you will."  Tom felt pulses of orgasm shoot from his
vagina like rockets to his brain.  Trevor screwed up his face as he
shot his load deep inside Tom.  "NO," Tom silently shouted, but again
the hot cum spurted inside him.

Trevor pulled out of Tom gasping for air.  After fixing Tom's panties
and skirt, Trevor said, "Man I wish I could take you with me."

Tom watched his breasts heave and fall.  He laid his head back and
closed his eyes.  This all had to be a bad dream.  He couldn't believe
this would be his vantage point for sexy from now on.  Yet the
sensation of his new body wrapped in silk and satin and his still
throbbing vagina told him it would be.

After Trevor dressed in Tom's clothes, he unchained Tom's wrists from
the towel ring.  He slung Tom, now Gloria, over his broad shoulder and
left the room.  Tom's long platinum blond hair fell past his face as
he stared at the floor.  Tom watched Trevor's moving legs.  Each
footfall made his breasts jiggle inside the corset he wore.  Tom knew
where he was being taken.  Rage grew inside him, as felt his
masculinity slipping away.

He wanted to lash out.  The only thing he could do was started
smacking Trevor's back with his hands.  Trevor slapped Tom's exposed
bottom.  A red print the shape of a hand emerged from Tom's now
sensitive skin.  Trevor said, "Be a good girl!  I don't want to have
to hurt you."

Trevor navigated the maze rooms until returning to the paneled room.
Trevor flicked up Gloria's skirt and pulled her panties to one side.
Carefully he guided the shaft to her vulnerable passageway.  Gloria
felt the massive well-lubricated dildo filling her up inside as it
sunk deeply into her.  Gloria tried to stand on her tiptoes to prevent
it from going in any further.  "I danced like that for some time with
that shaft inside me," Trevor said to Gloria.  Trevor grabbed Gloria's
wrists and attached them to the cable.  Gloria shook her head no
violently.

Trevor took off Gloria's gag.  "Please, you don't have to do this,"
she pleaded.

"I wish I could take you with me," Trevor said stroking her hair.

"We could get away.  I know it," Gloria said hopefully.

"I'm sorry I just can't take that chance," he said pushing the gag
back into her mouth.

"No ple...uuummppphhh," Gloria's cries for help were muffled again.

Trevor walked over to the button and pressed "up". Gloria tried to
fight her arms being pulled upward, but it was no use.  The electric
motor pulled her arms toward the ceiling.  She continued to shake her
head from side to side.  "You see Gloria," Trevor said looking her in
the eye.  "I know what it's like to wear lingerie and have a dildo
inside me.  I'm not going back."  When her arms were stretched above
her head, he stopped and walked back over to her.

Trevor ran his hands over Gloria's breasts and down her sides.  He
caressed her bottom through her skirt and felt her vagina with the
dildo sunk deeply inside it.  "I do wish I could take you with me.
However, since I don't want them to know about this until I get away,
you'll have to stay." Trevor hurried to the door and exited.

Gloria pulled at the bonds on her wrists trying to free herself.  She
looked across the room and saw her reflection in the mirrored wall.
He saw the woman he had beheld when he first came in the room.  She
was in exactly the same position - only now he was she.

Unable to stand on her tiptoes anymore, she sunk down to her heels.
The shaft impaling her sunk inside her to its full length.  Somehow
the dildo and butt plug turned on that instant.  The shaft lowered
then thrust rhythmically back inside her.  Gloria could feel her body
growing towards an orgasm.  She tried to stand on her tiptoes again,
but she was too tired.  She felt her body shudder as an orgasm rocked
her.

Just then the door opened, but instead of Trevor it was a woman clad
in black leather cat suit.  She was dressed like a dominatrix.  She
walked up to Gloria and said, "I know my dear, I saw the whole thing.
I'm your new Mistress."  The woman ran her hands up and down Gloria's
body.  "I know that you're not Trevor, Gloria.  However, if you're a
good girl and agree to serve me I'll let you down." Gloria only
thought a second and nodded yes.  "Very good Gloria, but I'm going to
leave you here a while.  Just to impress upon you the price of
failure."

As she turned to leave, she looked over her shoulder and said, "Oh and
don't worry about Trevor.  I won't let him get too far." Laughing, she
left the room.  Gloria could only moan as she came over and over.

Trevor ran from the mansion for all he was worth.  He spotted the
truck and hopped inside the unlocked vehicle.  "Yes," he shouted as he
found the keys still in the ignition.  Trevor started the SUV with a
roar.  Dirt flew everywhere as he spun out leaving.  Trevor drove as
fast as the headlights would let him.  "I'M FREE," he shouted, exiting
the valley.

                                *****

Jim woke from his deep slumber still lying on the sofa where Kathy had
left him.  Rubbing his face he called out, "Kathy where are you?  Why
did you let me sleep so long?  It's dark out."

No reply came to his inquiry.  Jim walked into the pitch black hallway
and shouted, "KATHY, where are you?"  He heard nothing.  Alarmed, he
grabbed his flashlight from off the floor and ran down the hallways
calling her name.  Eventually, he came to the foyer, but still no
Kathy.  Then he realized he hadn't run into anyone from his group.
Trying to fend off his fears he thought, "They must be in their
bedrooms for the night."

Jim bolted up the stairs.  He was relieved to see some of the bedroom
lights on.  Jim ran up to the first room.  He stood in the doorway and
said, "Have you seen Kathy?" There was no one there.  Room after room
he tried until he came to the last one.  Just as he entered the last
room, he saw Pete opening the closet door.  Jim couldn't believe what
he saw.  There on the other side of the door was a tropical beach.
Palm trees swayed in the mild breeze and cabanas of happy tourist
sipped tropical drinks.  Kettledrums beat out a Caribbean sound
causing men and women get up to dance.  Pete walked through the door
before Jim could call out to him.

"Pete," Jim shouted.  Pete turned on his heels and looked back at Jim.
Before Pete could reply, the closet door slammed closed by itself.
Jim rushed to the door and opened it.  However, all he saw was a dark
closet.

Jim staggered backward and fell to the floor.  "CRAP, I'm getting out
of here." Jim scrambled to his feet and ran through the house for his
life.  He bounded down the stairs and raced to the front door.  He
opened it and practically jumped through it.  Instead of being outside
on the porch, he was in a strange-mirrored room.  Various hooks and
cable hung from the ceiling and implements of torture filled the room.
In the center of the room, a woman hung upside down from a cable.  She
was bound head to toe in various leather garments and straps.

Tom ran over to the woman and tried to figure how to get here down.
He squatted wrapping his arms around her waist.  When he pressed his
face against her bottom for support, he felt it vibrating.  He did
manage to lift her up a little.  However, when he want loosen the
cable, he lost his grip.  The woman came crashing down with a thud.

Tom looked around the room for something to help him.  Just then he
saw the up and down switch.  Pressing the down button, the bound woman
lowered to the floor.  Quickly as he could, he started removing her
bonds.  Starting with the sleeve that held her arms behind her, he
unfastened the laces.  As her arms were free, he moved to remove the
hood from her head.  Tom practically ripped the equipment from off her
head.  As he pulled off the hood, he saw it was Kathy.  Kathy let out
a muffled cry.  Jim quickly removed the gag from her mouth.

"Jim you have to get out of here," Kathy pleaded with Jim.

"I'm not leaving without you," he said moving to free her legs.  As
fast as he could, he unlaced the patent leather skirt that ran from
Kathy's feet to her waist.

Kathy kicked off the garment and freed her legs.  Jim moved to remove
the chastity corset she wore.  "We don't have time," Kathy said
getting up.  Tom was amazed Kathy could even stand on the 6" stiletto
heels she wore let alone walk.  Just as Kathy reached the door, it
opened up.  In walked her mistress, Victoria.

"Kathy, Kathy, Kathy.  You never seem to learn.  I'm in charge here."
Kathy's heart sunk.  She knew she would never escape her mistress.

"You promised to let Jim go if I helped you," Kathy said defiantly.

"What I said Kathy was that I would let him go if that's what you
wanted.  Before you say that you do, I have something to show you."

Jim felt his body freeze like a statue.  He knew what was going on,
but couldn't move or say a thing.

"Remember last year when he tied you up.  He promised that he would
destroy the photos he took of you.  Well he didn't." One of the
mirrors changed and resembled a big screen TV.  Kathy saw the incident
in question.  Jim took the photos of her and was installing them in a
web page.  "No only did he post them, but he took photos of your
girlfriends too.  Remember Kim - your best friend?"

"No I don't believe you," Kathy said in tears.

"Then believe this," Victoria said pointing to the screen.  One by one
Kathy was shown the women Jim had slept with.  "No only did he sleep
with those women, but he deflowered some of his own fraternity
brothers and pledges."

Kathy saw the women Jim had slept with and something inside her
changed.  Her sorrow turned to anger as she watched him drug and rape
Jessica.  The screen clicked off.

"So you tell me Kathy.  What do you want to happen to him?"

                                *****

"Now for your viewing pleasure, may I present Marilyn," the voice
shouted over the PA.  A crowd of men mobbed a stage, while Mistress
Victoria and Kathy stood in back.  Mistress Victoria was clad in her
best Dominatrix garb and Kathy was clad in her slave regalia.
Victoria turned on the vibrators inside Kathy to their highest level.
She next turned on two nipple vibrators sown inside her chastity
corset.  Reaching under Kathy's leather skirt and caressed Kathy's
bottom.

Music started pounding and from out behind a curtain a woman appeared.
She had long, teased blond hair.  Her neon pink PVC bikini barely
covered her huge, beach ball sized breasts and hourglass figure.  She
danced up to a long metal pole and wrapped her leg around it.  Sliding
down provocatively, she slinked over to one of the men.  She crawled
toward a man and began caressing him.  The man climbed up on stage.
Before a crowd of cheering men, he mounted her doggy style.

"Don't worry my dear," Mistress Victoria said to Kathy, but the gag in
Kathy's mouth prevented her from responding.  Mistress Victoria,
anticipating her question said, "Everyone will have a chance at her."
Kathy felt great satisfaction seeing her former boyfriend Jim, now
Marilyn, with a man taking her on stage.  Mistress Victoria tugged at
Kathy's leash as she walked away.  "Come slave.  We have much to do."
Reluctantly, she followed Mistress Victoria out.  As she walked, she
kept a gleeful eye on the stage.  She would have to come back and see
this performance over and over.

                                *****

"This is Channel 12 News in Denver.  We are now going to live coverage
where the search is still on for the missing college students."  The
TV picture changed from that of the anchorman to that of a man
standing in front of a large mansion.

"This is Jose Trujillo reporting from the Tabor Mansion.  Eight
college students, seven men and one woman, are missing.  The names of
the missing men are being withheld until their families can be
notified.  The group came to this secluded location hoping for a break
from their studies.  According to the Sheriff, the men went on a hike
while their female companion stayed behind.  When they didn't return,
the woman went for help.  As you can see behind me, the sheriff has
set up a command post inside the mansion."

"Currently, they are searching the valley and surrounding areas hoping
to find the missing men.  The sheriff is concerned that the men may
have wandered into one of many of the abandined mines in the area and
become trapped.  As of this mornings briefing, they have not found any
trace of the missing men.  Back to you Frank."

The anchorman flashed onto the TV.  With a look of concern he said,
"Did they find any trace in the mine the sheriff is concerned about?"
The scene flashed back to Jose.

"No Frank.  Tthe sheriff was simply speculating.  He has had no
evidence to support his theory as of this date.  They plan on
continuing the search for the two more days.  If they haven't found
the men by then, the probability of survival is practically
nonexistent.  This is Jose Trujillo, reporting live at the tabor
mansion for Channel 12 News, Denver."

The anchor came back on the screen with a somber look.  "Thanks Jose,
our thoughts and prayers are with the men in their efforts.  Every
year campers and hikers use the national forest without incident,
however, it is all too common for parties to turn up missing.  Now our
own Katie Williams will tell us how to survive if you are lost in the
wilderness."

"Thanks Frank.  I'm here with Albert Smith of Wilderness International
and he's got a few tips for us..."

The bartender clicked off the TV and returns to his duties.  A man
sitting at a table spotted a woman he would like to meet.  As casually
as he could he walked up and sat next to a woman.  His eyes trace up
her lean well-shaped body to her cute face and short blond hair.

"Isn't that awful?" the man said trying to strike up a conversation.
"My name is Roger.  What's yours?"

"Jessica," the woman said sipping her drink.

"Do you think they'll find those lost campers?" Roger said.

"I don't think so." she said confidently.

"Man I would love to get into her panties," Roger thought, picturing
himself making love to Jessica.  Involuntarily Jessica crossed her
legs and shifted in her seat.  She still didn't like the idea of a man
lying on top of her and thrusting inside her.  She tugged at the hem
of her skirt trying to pull it down.  However, she knew that the
stranger next to her would soon be inside her.  Sipping her drink she
consoled herself, "At least he'll soon find out what it's like to have
it done to him." Jessica smiled at the thought.



Epilog (One Year Later)

"Hello, this is Holiday Travel.  Kathy Williams speaking, how may I
assist you?"

The caller explained the travels need so his group.  "Yes sir, I think
I can help you.  I have the perfect place.  It's a secluded hid away
nestled in the mountains of Colorado.  I'll send you some literature.
How many people will there be in your group?"

The caller gave her the figures.  "Yes sir, six men.  That will be
great" The caller detailed the dates they would be traveling.  "That
would be perfect sir.  I'll process your order right now.  Oh and
Thank you for choosing Holiday Travel."

Kathy leaned back and smiled.



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