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Monday, July 1, 2024

Taylor: A Surprising Reward

 Taylor: A Surprising Reward

I am a systems analyst for a large corporation, been one for fifteen years, anxiously looking forward to retirement in a few years. It is really the only job I have had since College, hired into this company when it first started and have grown with it. I worked my way up the ladder, handling many challenges thru the years. Now, I am head of the department and responsible for all computer maintenance and operations. Just two months ago, we were bought by a larger corporation, their home offices in Europe. They implemented a few changes immediately, but nothing too disruptive to us.

Our company was too well known and doing very good in the marketplace. The buyout had been talked about for years, a company ripe for the pickings, it was just that no one had enough capital to swing the deal in the economy as it is today. The European company, just coming out of their depression over there, was able to meet the challenge. Our CEO had talked with her counterpart over there, but other than that, no meaningful discussions until today’s email.

Of course, the rumors were numerous, from a wholesale firing of all top level positions, to the closing of the U.S. branch of the company. I remained neutral in all discussions of these rumors, knowing that a lot of them were just that, a rumor. Yesterday, I received an email, stating that a D. Sharp will be coming in to Phoenix to talk with me in the next few days about implementation of their systems software and their new approach to Personnel.

I suddenly didn’t feel good, this is what I feared the most, wholesale changes to our computer systems and our basic dealings with our personnel. I always have been a firm believer in the adage that a company is only as good as the people who work for it. In my opinion, our people were some of the best, the majority of them with the company from the start. I made sure all of my systems were fully functional and got ready for my visitor tomorrow. I even made sure all of my personnel files were up to date and all evaluations posted and filed.

I was surprised when I was requested to pick up my visitor tomorrow at the airport. In today’s business environment usually an executive would rent a car and be independent as they made their visit. I arranged to leave early in the morning, getting to Sky Harbor International Airport early so I would not miss the fight. The trek was always a harrowing experience, especially in the early morning hours. I awaited the flight, surprisingly there were quite a few passengers onboard on this early morning flight. I had made a small sign, giving our company name on it and waited at the gate. One of the last passengers to disembark is the most gorgeous female I have ever seen. I am suddenly in love, then in a totally unnerving maneuver, she walks right up to me and introduces herself as D. Sharp.

Quick, make up a new plan, engage mouth and welcome her to the U.S. She could tell that I am flustered, she pulled me away from the line at the departure gate and told me she likes to be called Danielle. Between us, she told me to call her Dani. She asked that we find a place to have some tea, and maybe talk for a while. I mentioned that the airport is too expensive, but there is a place not far from our headquarters that meets that criteria. We picked up her luggage, then made our way to my car. I asked if she wants to check in at the hotel first, but she declined. Forty minutes later, we pulled up to my little piece of heaven.

They listed themselves as a restaurant, but their specialty is beverages. Many different kinds of coffee, tea, some wine, beer, and a full line of ice cream concoctions. They stocked quite a few imported beers, catering to all tastes. They made one of the best chocolate malts I have ever had the privilege of drinking, although it is usually so thick you have to eat it with a spoon. She ordered some black tea and asked if they could add some honey to it. The waitress wanted to know what kind of honey would she like added to the tea. Dani giggled and after listening to the choices, made her selection.

She is easy to talk to, some comments on her flight, and her job back home. She is based out of their Danish headquarters and runs their entire IT program among other things. Those words used seemed a little unusual, but I soon forgot about them. That left my mouth wide open, she leaned over and asked me if that is unusual. I told her yes, for any female that looks so good and to be that smart, is beyond belief. I went instant red in the face, I just commented about her looks, a no-no in today’s business environments.

She asked me to bring her up to date on my background, if I am married, do I have any children, and what I wanted in the future? Boy, talking about being put on the spot, she just performed that with such ease that I never saw it coming. To give myself a little more time to get my thoughts together, I asked her what she already knew about me. I thought that might throw her off a little, giving me a chance to get my shit together. Boy, was I surprised.

She told me that, your name is Taylor Swift, no relation to the singer.” She recited my address perfectly, even correct to the zip code. “You started with the company fifteen years ago as of next week. Hired out of college as an employee for the IT department you have steadily climbed up to your present position. You are not married, have no children, your parents live in Florida, retired and spending your inheritance.

You take considerable pride in your systems, and your personnel departments’ integration with the overall company system. You feel that we are intruding on a smooth running ship, to use a metaphor. You fear widespread restructuring of the company, and are holding your breath that I am not here to accomplish that. You are five foot ten inches in height, weight one hundred thirty pounds, belong to a gym, attending once during the week and another time during the weekend. You love to read, consuming two to three novels a week. You have no one that you are seeing at the moment, mainly because you feel that you have never fit in with others, except in business dealings.

You have saved considerable money over the years, but have nothing to spend it on. You have no hobbies, no special interests other than your systems that have been designed to keep your company running smooth for the last ten years, the time that you have been in control of said systems. I almost forgot, you have a cat, your closest friend and confidant, whose name is Abby, a gray Tiger that is independent and has you twisted around her cute little paws.”

She looked me square in the eyes and asked if she had forgot anything? I didn’t know what to say, Dani is no regular executive, either in looks, or in her actions. She let me think for a couple of minutes while she sipped her tea, then asked if we could get down to business. I nodded my head, as she complimented me on my program that I have written and implemented over the years. They have a couple of modules that need to be worked into it, but other than that, they like what I have achieved.

Where I need to make some changes is in your personnel dealings. Over the years, they have developed a way to reward and encourage their employees by setting guidelines, but allowing the employee to proceed, as fast or slow, as they wanted to within the company. It is based on points, each level getting the employees further up the ladder. It has worked well for them, and they wanted it introduced over here. The program is totally computer monitored, the computer assigning the points and setting little rewards at each step.

I told her it sounds good, but right at the moment, I am still trying to figure out how and why you know so much about me. She giggled, telling me that her source did not tell her that I would take some convincing. She suggested that I take her to the office, she would like to see how it is set up and meet some of the employees. Then, maybe over dinner, we can discuss more about the project.

I asked her again, if she needed to check in at her hotel. She blushed a little, but finally stammering out, if she could stay in my guest room? I immediately turned red in the face, she told me that the Europeans are much more forward than the Americans, no implied actions other than her staying with me for the length of her visit. No sharing beds, strictly business, she would like to get to know me better, away from the office and on a more personal level. I told her it is okay with me, but isn’t she concerned about what other people will say?

She replied, “No, I have done my homework; you are interesting and I would like to know what makes you tick. I can’t do that without spending some time with you. I will, of course, compensate you what I would normally spend on a hotel room. I told her on one condition, we share in dinner preparation, in keeping up the house if your stay requires more time and there will be no exchange of funds over the lodging. She promptly agreed and kissed me on the cheek, before I could escalate that to an invitation to take her to bed, she said, “That is the customary greeting, or saying thanks in Europe, not by hand shaking.”

I walked with her through the company headquarters, who she chose to talk to and what is said, very interesting. Dani is very level headed and down to earth. She asked lots of questions, even a few that I had never thought about. Apparently, I answered them correctly because she never asked further questions after my answer. We spent four hours touring and meeting people, never once did she want to meet the CEO or any of the upper level management.

I asked her if she wanted lunch, but she asked if we could keep going and take an early dinner instead. She grew on me, so insightful, so knowledgeable, and so sincere. She can talk about any subject, even some of the computer programming that came up, and she asked how I handled the code to avoid a conflict with the basic underlying program. At five fifteen, we went to dinner, I asked if she wanted to freshen up at my house before we went to dinner, but she told me that just some fresh lipstick would do for her, unless we were going to a fancy restaurant. I told her it was a little Mexican place that served excellent food at bargain prices. I did learn earlier that she loved Mexican food and she hoped we could eat there one night, if there were any good places available. So my favorite south of the border restaurant got added to the fare tonight.

When we got there, she ordered some Mexican beer, my smile at her confirmed my happiness that someone other than me enjoyed their beer. She went off to freshen up and by the time she got back, we had our appetizers and some hot tortilla chips on the table. The dinner is enjoyable, tacos and tamales with a quesadilla as an appetizer. I found out that the new corporate hierarchy did very thorough searches on all of the major players in our company, Dani just being a little more thorough than the others.

I asked her where she got some of the personal info from, her reply, that several of my underlings were convinced to feed the info stream, all in the quest for something better for me, not themselves. They all felt that I was underutilized at this company, a CEO type of person doing department level work. Dani is so easy to talk to, half way through the evening, I probably had answered all the questions she might not have answers to yet. She paid the bill, telling me that she had a larger expense account than I did, and I drove us home. Somehow that sounded good to me.

I carried her luggage in, and quickly apologized for the mess of the room. Instead of making any remarks, she helped me straighten up things and hang up some of the clothes that were on the bed. I showed her where the fresh linens were and she changed the bed. All of this done as if it is a normal daily occurrence. She changed into some sweats and we made some tea in the kitchen together. With our cups in hand, we made our way to the living room and Abbey made her introduction, surprisingly she gave Dani one sniff and curled up on her lap. I got up to remove her, but Dani stopped me, the cat is fine where she is. We talked a little more about her program, something we would work on tomorrow at the office. She brought a copy of the program with her, but instead of just copying it to the drives, she wanted me to insert each portion myself, and then run a test of the software before unleashing it on the company.

She is so different than any computer program people I have worked with in the past. At eleven-thirty, we made it to bed, each of us in our separate beds. I did get a cheek kiss good night, then off she went. The next morning, I was still a little unsure of myself, she knew so much about me, apparently a lot smarter than me, but yet so easy going. It is very unnerving, making me suddenly, lack any confidence in what I am doing. I am usually up at six A.M. and she is dressed and making some tea when I got to the kitchen. A business suit with skirt, her hair in a pixie cut, styled perfectly. Not much makeup, but what she had on made her very attractive in my eyes.

We rode in together, chit chatting about my part of the company. She is interested in any facet of the operations, the day to day just as interesting to her as the big deals pending on the horizon. A lot of my employees are interested in our sudden friendship, but just smiling as Dani and I go about our work. I go over every module she hands me, check out the code and how it relates to other modules. Dani insists that I take no shortcuts, inspecting every line of code for its impact and its relation to the other parts of the program.

The program is well written, but I am not seeing the end result of the program yet. Three days later I am installing the last part and Dani asks me what employees I am going to use for the test part. I tell her that I want to be one of them, I want to see how the computer interprets my actions and what values (points) it assigns to them. Dani suggests some one totally opposite from me, with very different ideas and approaches to situations for the other participant. I tell her that I will probably add one more employee to the mix, but I want that identity kept from everyone till the end of the test. She smiled, knowing that I didn’t still trust her program and wanted a third variation to help make any conclusions from.

She told me that I still had to install rewards to the program, typically, basic gender different ones, that would appeal to a female or male. I asked what she used; for female she used beauty services and clothes, for males, she used sports related gear or tickets to sporting events. The next day, I entered a list of beauty services from a local beauty salon and a list of upcoming sporting events and gear from a sports superstore. Dani told me that all of the rewards would be paid from her corporate account, to see if the rewards spurred additional effort from the employee.

Since Dani knew that I still had many doubts, she told me to go ahead and expand the test to twenty subjects, gender split evenly and from as many different departments as possible. Initially, all details will be withheld from the participants, then after a reward had been earned, all will be explained and how to get their reward. Then, we could more accurately tell if the reward will make for more effort on their part.

One more day in making sure that everything is running smoothly and then I activate the program. Dani tells me that the program monitors activities of employees, all of their work related tasks monitored as to completion date, completeness of work, and original ideas that are utilized in their work. Points are assigned by the computer, then rewards, when necessary, based on the type of work done, whether it is a normally feminine or masculine type of response.

Dani used as an example that a female normally will show caring for other employees, while a male seeks to further himself before seeing to the needs of others. For instance, if a female, in an effort to gain a promotion, stresses her own ability in handling the job, she would get x points on the masculine side. If she stresses that her team is the reason for her success, the program would assign x points on the feminine side. At the end of a period, an employee might have points on both sides of the gender divide, the rewards determined by the majority point total. That way, female employees that act primarily in a way that males usually employ, would receive rewards more suited to her actions. We do not discriminate, we just want the best for the employee, at their desired level of progress. A go getter, although female, can end up CEO of the company if she pushes hard enough, while a male who is content in his present job, can maintain that status if he so desires.

The program just tries to reward good business dealings by employees, while allowing ones that are content in their position to remain where they are at. Dani told me it would take about a week for any definitive data to show up, but wanted me to allow the program about a month to show what it could accomplish.

Dani and I checked the results daily, getting a feel for how the program made its choices. She asked me to not look in on my data until the end of the test period. I agreed, although I am very curious at what it thought of my dealings. She roamed the offices, talking with everyone as I did my daily tune up of our department. I handled lots of different kinds of problems, everything from a computer not working, to loss of a report to the great unknown. In the past I have usually handled some personnel problems, along with my IT work, since we didn’t have a full time Human Resources employee on our payroll.

We did have a part time employee assigned to personnel from time to time, mainly for data entry, new employee entry, change of beneficiary, termination changes and assorted other paperwork. That person the only actual personnel employee. Since most of the employees have been here for years, my part in the scheme of things was mainly handling requests for time off, sickness in the family, or every once in a while, some employee conflict. I also set in on new applicant interviews, one of four who hired all new employees.

Dani was busy, keeping tabs on her program and meeting and talking with more of our employees. She is accepted by all, a genuinely friendly and interested person. I did what I normally do, we had hired some new employees, as a result of some of our present ones leaving due to their husbands being transferred. A couple of disputes among employees, one such confrontation, not the first between these two. I handled it the way I normally do, setting the two down in front of each other and made them solve their own problem. It took a while but things were finally settled between the two, the original problem being what one thought was said about the other.

Along with these situations, were a lot of minor flare ups, usually caused because some work was not completed on time. I simply asked them to stay and work a couple of extra hours, paid of course, and then the problem vanished by itself. Dani watched with interest whenever I am involved with personnel, but never made any comment or suggestion as to how I solved it, or what had transpired.

We got along fine at home, sharing in the household duties, going to a movie from time to time, but remaining just two work colleagues. Dani tried to make sure several times that she is not imposing on my life, offering to find accommodations elsewhere, if she was intruding. I knew I would miss her if she was not there, I already depended on her for some normal day to day interchange, if I didn’t have that, I would feel lost. We ate most of our lunches together, but took turns with preparing the evening meal at home.

During her time here, she never met with our CEO, but now knew almost every one of our employees by name. She felt like I did, the key to a successful company is the employees, not the executives. So she spent time with the employees, learning about them, their interests, and their families.

Her program surprised me, the points assigned were easily justified, but the reason stated by the computer for awarding the points, not the obvious reason seen by others. When you looked more closely to the situation that was evaluated, you can see the accurateness of the computer more clearly. I never saw that reflected in the code when I installed the original program. How it came up with those underlying reasons for rewards, I still have not figured out.

The end of the first test period is coming up and the computer has issued points and in several instances, issued rewards. I printed the results and evaluated the results with what I had seen that employee do. I could find no fault with its decision and conclusions. I called in each of the employees, explained what we had done, how they were evaluated, and how to claim the reward. I received firm handshakes from the males, hugs and a few kisses from the ladies, but everyone was thrilled that what they had done had been noticed and rewarded.

From their enthusiasm when they left my office, I figured that they would continue in their actions, now that someone had acknowledged their efforts. Finally, Dani pulled my evaluation down, let me read it, and then showed me the rewards sheet. I instantly turned bright red, there stated in black ink is my reward, a full day makeover at the Turnabout Gurl Salon. I stammered a little, surely there is a glitch in the program, the reward is all female and I am a male. Smiling, Dani had me read the reasons for the reward and why I was assigned this particular reward.

Of all the employees evaluated in this test, this one individual displays the most caring and feminine actions and reactions to problems and the ways that they are solved. Obviously, this employee needs to be rewarded in a manner that will reinforce future decisions and this makeover should accomplish these goals. I just sat there, numb to the world, trying to think of anything that I could respond with that would be appropriate. It is close to quitting time, so Dani led me out the door and drove us home.

I was quiet, nothing that tried to escape my mind made any sense, so I kept quiet. When we got home she started fixing dinner while I just stared at the walls of the living room, the sofa as far as I had got after entering the house. Dani came and dragged me to the dining room, where she had prepared an elegant meal. I nibbled at the food, it was delicious, but my mind is still on my evaluation and reward. I did help her clean up, but it is body only, my mind not present during any of this.

She went to her room to change clothes, then came back and sat with me. I tried to move away, but she cornered me on the sofa when she moved right next to me; I tried to get up, but she would have nothing to do with that notion. Finally, she broke the eerie silence that had prevailed since we got home.

“I think the computer has stumbled on something lying under the surface, I want you to experience the reward as intended, then work a couple of days as your alternate self. I am aware that it is out of your comfort zone, but your actions have pointed to this part of you, maybe you ought to try it out before you disregard it. I have scheduled the appointment for tomorrow before you can come up with a hundred reasons why you should not experience it. Please, for me, give this a try; the program has worked in Europe for almost ten years now, an unqualified success, so give it a chance to see if the computer might be right.”

I tried to protest, but her kiss and her words to ‘please try it for her’ won out. I nodded my head, then she led me into my bedroom, undressed me, and then scooted me off to the bathroom. When I returned she is gone, my pajamas laying on my bed. I slipped them on and I am soon deep in sleep, well maybe, more like deep in worry. Anyway, I was not coherent, whatever state I was in.

I woke earlier than my alarm, just lying in bed, trying to get enough nerve to go through with this; there has got to be some glitch in the coding, I am a male and not some female employee that would enjoy a makeover! How that stupid program could decide that I would like a makeover as a reward is totally ridiculous. I had almost made up my mind to cancel the appointment, until I walked out to the kitchen and saw Dani. One look and I swallowed my pride and decided to endure the appointment.

I found out she had planned to take me to the salon, then pick me up tonight after my day being pampered. Her words not mine. I am not sure a male could even enjoy being pampered. We made it out the door, not many words being exchanged this morning. The trip to the salon, also in an eerie silence. When she pulled up in front of the salon, she turned to face me. “Please relax and try to enjoy this. If you keep an open mind, I think that a part of you will come forward, something you have worked hard to keep captive inside you. Lots of people have got glimpses of this being, but only glimpses, maybe just for a while, let this person be out front, and do the things that you have forced back to the deepest recesses of your mind. Just for today, please Taylor, be the real you. Then tonight, we can talk about it, maybe change a few things.

I didn’t say anything, although I did nod assent to her pleas. I got out of the car and walked slowly to the front door of the salon, then entered. The imposing female that greeted me, somehow cleared my mind immediately. I had to think real hard to even remember my name. Eventually, I told her I had an appointment this morning for a makeover. I never did get out my name. I am taken to a room in the back of the busy salon, then shown to a sofa. I sat down, trying to relax a little, but in actuality, I was scared stiff. She sat right next to me, but from where I had sat, there was no place for me to move to allow some more space between us.

“Taylor you look nervous. I am going to tell you all that will transpire today, nothing that will be permanent, but I am sure there are a few things that will shake you up. Every once in a while, the human body needs a little change, forcing the mind to adapt to things differently. Hopefully this will happen to you today.

She started explaining. “First they will remove all of your body hair, then some lotion to help keep your body smooth and hair free. Then, a manicure with long elegant nails, of course some nail polish to make them pretty. A complimentary pedicure to make the feet pretty and comfortable. Then an ear piercing, so that you can wear some pretty dangle earrings.

“Next is some extensions for your hair, your hair is long enough to be styled in a feminine manner, but we are trying to get you from masculine to drop dead gorgeous, so the extensions are necessary. A female hairstyle cut into your locks, then a wet set to give it that curly bounce. Sometime spent under a dryer, you know we females must suffer some to look beautiful. Then, on to makeup after they have shaped you eyebrows. While they are doing your makeup, they will instruct you in its proper application and to the basics of skin care.

“Once that is all done, they will comb out your new hairstyle and take a few moments to shape your body appropriately for your new female image. The main thing will be some breasts to help your image, then a corset to trim your waist. The breasts will be glued on, you wouldn’t want to take a chance of losing one if you bent over and one slipped out.” She let a little giggle and continued, “Then dressing from the skin out, undergarments and a frock appropriate for your evening. A pair of heels, and a few moments in instruction, so you can walk properly.

“Then the big unveil, and your date for the evening, Dani will come by and pick you up. Now, I know this sounds worse than it is, so please, just relax and let things happen. I will bet you a hundred dollars, that by this evening you will be hardly touching the ground you are walking on, the feeling of being a female, lifting your spirits. At the unveil, have your wallet ready, I expect to win this bet.”

I never regained consciousness for most of the morning. I sat where they wanted me, laid down for the hair removal, moved from chair to chair, as I was transformed from my male image to something else. I caught glimpses of myself from time to time, shocked by my new appearance. By the time my hair had been removed, and some of the hair extensions added, Taylor the male, had disappeared. I never had tried to portray a female, even at Halloween, I was always a superhero, a male one. As I youngster, I never dressed in my Mom’s clothes, I loved what a female looks like dressed to the hilt, but always from a male’s perspective and viewpoint.

Now in only a few hours, I had been thrust into the female ranks, my male self-asuredness being battered heavily. Half way through, they got me a salad to nibble on while they worked on my toenails. At no time was I afraid, scared yes, but I managed to sit calmly through the different treatments, my male appearance slipping away with each procedure. I could think of no logical reason why I was allowing this to happen to me. Thirty-eight years as a member of the masculine gender, being wiped out dramatically in a few hours.

Around two in the afternoon, I noticed a difference in how I felt. I relaxed as they shaped my eyebrows, did my makeup, and then pierced my ears. The procedures didn’t seem foreign any more, I knew they were essential for my new look, a look that I was now anxious to embrace.

I couldn’t figure it out, other than some chit-chat, no one talked to me, no words of inspiration were given me, and no one made a fuss over me. To all concerned, I was just another female getting prettied up for a date or evening out. Since that kind of thinking was giving me a headache, I decided to stop it. I hoped Dani would be able to enlighten me some, I am lost in my thoughts, nothing making sense anymore.

When they got around to my body shaping, I paid a lot more attention to what they are doing. The corset was not what I had expected for my first attempt at shaping my body. I couldn’t get over how gorgeous it was, if only it wasn’t going on my body. All lacy, a creamy color, but gripped my body like a vise. It took them over thirty minutes to lace it closed, my fat resisting being moved to a more female type of configuration. There was a panel at the top of the corset that when undone, left access to my breasts if I had any.

When the quivering masses were laid on my chest, I knew that would be soon corrected. Both my chest and the back of the breast form were coated in an adhesive, then let air dry. The two were positioned on my chest and then pressed down hard. When she released the form, they were stuck securely to my body. The panel on the corset was secured again to the corset, the new appendages supported by the underwires of the panel. They were just sitting in the supported area, not really held by any other means.

I could see problems with their movements, and being able to keep them from popping out of my clothes. I was led to another room, the short walk making my titties bounce all around. The fact that I am moving differently because of the corset, not helping matters any. As I entered the room, I am looking at a gorgeous dress hanging in its protective cover on a rack. “Oh my Gawd, am I going to being wearing that?”

I could feel the blood rushing to my head, the bouncing of my breasts, and the different way I am moving because of the corset, was affecting me greatly. I found a seat and parked my body, not that easy to do since I could hardly bend at the waist. I tried to take deep breaths, never letting my eyes leave the dress. Finally, I stood, the thought of me in that dress taking over completely, I had to see what I would look like in this particular epitome of female clothing.

In the back of my mind, a voice was trying to get through, you are a male and males do not wear dresses. Needless to say, the dress was pulled up onto my body, the zipper made it snug from my breasts to my knees. The voice was never heard from again that evening. I was helped into some heels, a dainty pair that looked much higher than I would be able to handle. After the straps were fastened, I made a few tentative steps, watching in the mirror my image as I walked towards it. I shortened my steps, walking in a straight line like they suggested, the feeling of exhilaration sweeping through my body.

I loved this, the look, the clothes and the image reflecting back to me from any mirror! I walked around the salon, looking at what things were being done to others, but very content at what I had been able to experience myself. As I came back up to the front of the salon, Dani is standing there in a similar dress, looking awesome. I approached her, leaned in a little and gave her a cheek kiss, then backed off and let out a girly squeal. She broke out laughing, grabbed my hand, then led me to a waiting limo. I was almost bouncing as I walked to the limo, my breasts mimicking my bounce. The driver held my hand as I slipped into the limo, then helped Dani to follow suit. One of the technicians came running out to the limo, handing me my purse. I blushed red, then quickly took the offered item.

All of this is so unlike me. I never got excited about clothes, especially dresses, unless they were coming off of a well-built lady. The fact that I squealed, showed the extent of my change, from a male to a bubbly female, thrilled with her body and her looks. The limo took us to a restaurant on the other side of town, where we were met by two of our senior executives. We each were led to a corner table partially separated from the rest of the dining room.

The talk is cordial, never was my gender mentioned, we talked a little about the business and how Dani’s program is being integrated into the company. They had a small dance floor, so we each had a short dance with our escorts. The food was great and the service was exceptional. When the check came, Dani signed using her corporate credit card.

Our escorts excused themselves, and we made our way to the limo, then back to the house. I had lots of questions, Dani waited until I had asked them all, before responding to any of them.

The computer suggested a date like situation, so that you might feel what is like to be a female with a male. The two executives I selected to accompany us, have difficulty with different lifestyles, so the date might expose them to some other things that happen daily. They had a good time with two females, one of which has been living as a male for quite a long time. They enjoyed a meal with two lovely ladies and didn’t contract anything or suddenly turn gay. Later, they will work with these ladies in a business situation, now assured that their interaction will be cordial and totally business like.

The real plus tonight is the female Taylor that was unleashed on the world. I doubt she will ever return to her former life, this one much more exciting and appropriate. I got a huge hug as we retired for the evening, though I doubted I would sleep much this evening. After my clothes were slid off my body, I debated getting out of the corset, one look in the mirror and I left it on, what little discomfort it might provide more than made up by the feminine image my body was presently displaying.

I was up early, had fed Abbey and was in the process of fixing breakfast for Dani and I. My makeup was almost done, just some lipstick needed to finish it off. I had picked out one of the outfits they had sent home with me from the salon, a sweater dress that molded to my body. I did the best that I could with my hair, but knew I would need some professional help to look decent. I had already called the salon and arranged an early morning repair job, something that could be handled on the way into work.

We ate the meager things that I had managed to prepare then got ready to head to work. When I told Dani that I had an early morning salon appointment to get my hair looking decent she just giggled. One day and you are already totally immersed in the female you. Remember yesterday when you were fighting this tooth and nail, now all of a sudden it is full steam ahead.

I got my hair worked on, feeling much better at my appearance as we entered the office. I made the rounds like I usually do, checking in with some of the employees I had worked with recently concerning a problem. Especially with the female employees I am greeted with enthusiasm, most pleased with my new appearance, although I noticed a few holding off in their reaction to me. One employee that held back, told me she was jealous, when I confronted her on the subject. You look better than I do and you are a male. I gave her a hug, and whispered in her ear, maybe I am a male underneath all of this but I appreciate beauty in all forms and you have nothing to be ashamed of. Now put a smile on that face and lets figure out how we are going to get you looking as good as me.

I ended up making her an appointment at the salon, paying for it with my own money. Dani had been watching me from a distance so I am sure she had figured out what I was doing. Nothing was said to me though. Dani and I got called into the CEO’s office right before quitting time. Not an unusual occurrence but I wondered why Dani had been asked to accompany me. I was handed an email that would be circulated early the next morning and told to read it. I was totally at a loss for words, the email making me COO of the company. I told her I could not accept the promotion, I am fine and happy where I am and want it to stay that way. Dani leaned closer and told me you will accept the promotion, since it is from the owner of the company in Europe. I looked at her she smiled and asked if I had ever checked her out when she first arrived. To put it more bluntly, the owner of the company is D. Sharp, does that ring a bell with you.

Oh gawd, the owner of the company had been staying in my home, relegated to helping fix meals and clean the house. Dani stepped forward telling me to tell the CEO I accept. I looked at her, that smile again and nodded my head in acceptance. Dani hugged Bev the CEO and dragged me from the office, out of the building and to my car. I was placed in the passenger seat, then she drove us home.

Upon arriving I was led to my bedroom, stripped of my clothes and laid back on my bed. She did the same lying next to me with such a smirk on her face. I started to say something but she placed a finger on my lips and told me to zip it. “You are so adorable when you try and act like a male telling Bev you will not take the promotion. If you had listened instead of fantasizing about things you were not offered the job, the email said you will be taking over the position. I own the company and what I say goes. The position is not just here in the states, you will be COO of the entire company, in simple terms Bev’s boss. I am the CEO and the only one you will answer too. Now about a matter that has come to my attention.”

A certain employee of the company needs new accommodations, since she is being thrown out of the house she is renting at present. I have arranged adequate housing both here and in Europe. It is pet friendly and comes with maid service and cooks. I was trying to follow her, the pet friendly comment throwing me. She reached for her necklace around her neck and removed a ring that was hanging on it. She grabbed my hand and slid the ring on my finger. I stared at the ring finally the light came on upstairs and I dissolved into a puddle of tears. She pulled me close to her and kissed my eyes and ears making little noises as she did so.

“I have bought this house and am throwing you out as of tomorrow morning. My private jet will be here around noon, so Abbey and you need to be ready to accompany me. Your house here in the states is under construction and will be finished in three to four weeks. In the meantime you will live in your new home in Denmark. The company jet will be at your disposal for any trips you deem necessary. The wedding will be in a month, a bridal gown will have to be custom made for you, then of course the necessary bridal lingerie to complete the outfit. We are honeymooning in Alaska, actually a cruise lasting a month touring the Alaskan coast. Expect to be flat on your back for most of that time.

Now are you going to accept or am I going to have to dole out punishment to convince you? I squeaked what type of punishment? She turned me over and swatted my butt hard, I moaned then raised my butt higher so she would not have to strain to reach it. I received three more swats, then was turned back over and we kissed forever. I was indeed flat on my back for the reminder of the night.

It all started with a surprising reward, and ended with a new female, who is loved and cherished by her soulmate.

© 2016 thru 2024 by Francesca

Marla: Suggestive Female Thoughts

 Marla: Suggestive Female Thoughts

Julie was ecstatic when she got home from classes. Her psychology professor had accepted her proposal for her PhD dissertation paper. Now all Sis had to do was research it and then write the probably three hundred page plus paper, then face a panel of professors to quiz her about it and her research. Sis had just two months ago got her Master’s degree, a proud moment for her and the family.

I was her older brother, separated in age by three years. Our family was not the richest, only able to send one of us through the college system at a time. Julie had worked while I was in college, both for funding her time in college and if I needed any more financial help. Her income came in handy many times, when Mom and Dad weren’t able to keep up with the spiraling costs of higher education. After getting my bachelor’s degree I decided that was enough higher education for me. Now it was my tune to find a job and help her get her college degrees.

It turns out she was much smarter than me, graduating in just two and a half years with her bachelor’s degree. Nine months later she turned in her Master’s thesis and it was accepted immediately. Her professor almost demanded that she get her PhD, since they thought so much of her. I was jealous in a way, where I had to struggle to get my degree, she blows it away in less than seven semesters.

It turns out even with her spending less time in getting her degrees it was all our parents and I could do to cover her expenses. The last semester she worked a part-time job also to help make ends meet. During our college years we both lived at home, even resorted to taking our lunches most of the time to keep expenses reasonable. Our parents insisted that we do everything in our power to get our degrees, so that we would not have to face what they did. Dad never made it above a manufacturing job, Mom a secretary for an insurance agent in town.

The job I had found was alright, but a relatively smart high school graduate could have performed the duties just as well as me. I did progress some, but just like most jobs these days I hit the glass ceiling where any further advancement was impossible. This was about the time of EEOC and companies were looking for minorities or females to meet their quotas. Because if this I constantly was on the lookout for something better, fearing I would be replaced by a female or minority. But any job whether better or the same as I had now never materialized.

Mom and Dad were proud of Julie, in fact they were proud of both of us. But they could tell she was a step above of most people, her accomplishments so far pointing that out. Thankfully the financial drain was winding down some, for her getting her PhD there was not the expense involved as in other years. All involved were very grateful.

Julie talked about her dissertation subject, it pretty much went over our parents heads, I understood some of it, but couldn’t see what she had picked as even being possible. That night we set in her room discussing the subject and her take on it. She has always leaned more toward the behavioral aspect of Psychology, than other approaches. She was certain she could take any individual and through suggestions and recurring reinforcement change them in most any way she desired.

For her Master’s thesis she did that with some lab rats, quite successfully using various foods as rewards when they did as she wanted. In her PhD paper she wanted to see if she could use visual suggestions and rewards to get the same effect. I thought she was heading down the wrong path and I told her so. She told me to think about it, maybe do a little research myself on the subject and tomorrow after she came home from school we could talk some more. I just blew her off, none of her hocus pocus could possibly work, just her wild idea that she was trying to push on others. I forgot about it, watched some TV then headed to bed.

Another horrible day at work, the feds coming in to do some spot checking on employees and get a gender count, something they have done twice recently. The employees think the company is manipulating the figures some to stay out of trouble, and the feds are on to them. I know I was moved twice during the day, to another department, not sure for the reason but I knew I had very little choice in the matter. At the end of the day, I had accomplished very little, now even further behind in my work, whatever that entailed now.

When I got home Julie wanted me to come to her room, she had something she wanted to show me. She closed the door as I entered, turned on some soft music and had me get comfortable in one of her chairs. This particular chair is very comfortable, Julie usually the one to hog it when we were in her room together.

She offered me some blueberries mixed with assorted nuts in a bowl. I took a handful to snack on as she wanted to do a little experiment with me. I was handed a pad and a pen. On the top was a phrase that she had already written across the top of the page. I was to take my time and rewrite that phrase until the page was full, then sign my name on the bottom. I gave her a funny look, are you sure you are still sane, luckily I just thought it and did not vocalize it. But I performed as she wished, it was a simple request. Exactly twenty-six times I wrote the phrase; long blonde hair is quite appealing. That was all the lines available to write on, my signature soon followed.

She placed the sheet in a folder and then we talked some more. The snack she had furnished tasted good, before long I had eaten the whole bowl of blueberries and nuts. The conversation continued, her mentioning about some females that were in the news, even about our local weather girl, who had just signed a big contract to be on a network program. She was a blonde, I always fantasied about her when I watched the late night news and weather. I was showing signs of fatigue, the yawns and me almost falling asleep, telltale signs. The mess at work had taken its toll on me, adding to my weary and tired feeling. I gave her a hug and headed off to bed.

I thought about what she had me do, to me it was a waste of time, me writing something is not going to make me believe it. Sleep soon consumed me, I was up early, planning on getting to work a little early to get caught up some on my duties. I did think about what I wrote last night several times, it just seemed to be there in my mind, but not front and center. Three times I got an email from her, all pictures of attractive females with long blonde hair. I looked at them carefully, but then got back to work. Later after lunch the EEOC returned this time with lawyers and injunctions. More than a few of our supervisors were removed from the building, new people were put in their place and we tried to resume normal operations. Well it was a thought, but chaos resulted, the new people in charge decided to shorten work days and sent everyone home two hours earlier. I had no idea what the reasoning was, I was already nearly a week behind in my work, now this.

I always took a bus to and from work, so I made my way to the stop and boarded. Part way home I decided to visit the mall before heading home. I needed to think about my future, it was not looking bright at the moment, and the likelihood of it getting better was very dismal. I walked around the mall some, even the small satellite center behind the mall. I ran into a beauty salon midway in the center. I suddenly felt an attraction to go there, no reason specifically, just a feeling that they could help. I had to wait in line, several people ahead of me. As I was waiting one of the customers that had some work done came up to check out and pay.

She looked very nice, but when she spoke her voice was similar to mine in tone. I watched as she paid, her clothes and hairstyle looked feminine, although her voice might be otherwise. She left as one of the technicians came up to me wanting to know how she could help. I pointed to the departing customer, and told her hair like that. I was taken by the hand and led back to the back, already my mind was trying to figure out why I had said that. I was male and didn’t want a head of feminine hair, especially that blonde color. The technician explained what she could do for me along the lines I had mentioned. She stood there waiting for an answer from me.

I simply replied long blonde hair, that sounded familiar to me but I could not connect where and when. Since I said no more, she gave me a possibility and I agreed. She would dye my hair a medium blonde, then trim it into a nice style that would be easy to upkeep. For some reason that sounded good, and I missed what that might entail regarding my looks. I laid back in the chair as my hair was washed and conditioned, then the dye was applied. A few thoughts were crisscrossing in my mind, one of the most prominent was long blonde hair is appealing. I wonder where I remembered that from.

Two hours later and a stint under the dryer to dry my curls, she finished my style and applied some hair spray. She turned me to face the mirror and I smiled, a face very similar to the local female broadcaster smiled back, so appealing. I paid up front and resumed my trip home. As I entered the house my Mother was the first to see me, quickly holding her hands over her mouth and running off to get sis. I presume she likes my new look and wants sis to see it to.

When Sis emerged a few minutes later, she was all smiles. She complimented me on my hair, the color and the curls. Mom just stood back and watched what was going on. We all helped finish dinner and I washed and cleared the dishes afterwards. I had a lot of thinking to do so I made my way to my room. I slipped my shoes off, undid my belt and got comfortable. I laid on my bed, staring at the ceiling as if the answers to my problems are written there.

Sis and I did talk some that night, mainly about my job and what was happening there. I gave up and went to bed after the third yawn in less than ten minutes. I brushed my hair a little pinning it in a curly bun like the stylist at the salon had instructed. Then slipped on a t-shirt and climbed under the covers.

The morning came all too soon, I did get a shower in being careful to keep my new hairstyle dry. When I got back to the bedroom some clothes were laid out on my bed. A pants blouse combo similar to what the news anchor wore on TV. Also some underwear to go with the outfit. I hesitated at the underwear, but after trying my boxers with the pants, I removed the pants and the boxers and slipped on the underwear. I did the same with the blouse, not realizing it was a blouse and cut differently to fit better with a female’s breasts. Blouse back off and I struggled to get the bra on, the clasp at the back quite a problem for me. When I slipped the blouse back on it looked and fit a lot better.

I played with my hair like the stylist showed me yesterday, getting it somewhat like it was when I left the salon yesterday. I picked up my keys and wallet looking for a pocket to put them in. Since the pants had none, I saw a small purse on the bed, that matched my clothing, so I put my items in it and headed for the kitchen. Again an astonished look from Mom, a smirk from Sis and with a piece of toast in my hand I hurried out the door to catch my bus. I was still a block away when I saw the bus pull up. I hurried, the shoes I had slipped on that morning a little harder to walk in. To my amazement the bus driver waited for me, I thanked him profusely, while he muttered anything for a pretty lady.

When I got to work, the EEOC were already there, interviewing every employee, my time with them coming up. When my new supervisor introduced me to the group I was referred to as Marla. The name sounded pleasant, much better than my previous name of Mark. I was asked a lot of questions, but only had answers for a few that were asked me. Quite often I lost focus on what was being asked, playing with my hair and thinking of my next time at the salon more important at the time. I just sighed, what did they expect I was a natural blonde.

They finished with my interview and by lunch they were gone. The employee that had introduced me as Marla thanked me profusely for me showing up female. They still were in trouble but my apparent female presence helped to lessen the overall impact of their actions against the company. I was told my personnel records had been changed to reflect my gender change and that I was now a female employee of the company. To reward me for my action I am being promoted to a supervisory position effective tomorrow morning. I was thrilled at the promotion but something deep in my memory still bothered me. I did manage to catch up some on my work, and left the office for the ride home with a small smile on my face. The ride home seemed quicker than usual then I walked the block to our house.

Sis met me at the door wanting to know how things went today. I told her about my promotion and that they finally recognized my worth as a female employee of the company. She swallowed hard, then led me to her room. She sat me down and explained what all she done to me to cause the changes in my mind. She played a video of out first meeting with me writing out the phrase and her numerous mentions of females with blonde hair. The she showed me the emails she had sent me, to finish setting the idea in my head. She had nothing to do with me going into the salon, but she was sure I was acting on her suggestions that she had implanted in my mind. She explained about the blueberries and nuts, how they help imprint things spoken or written on the mind when eaten during the suggestions. She had detailed all of this so she could use it for her Phd dissertation.

She was sorry for trying her experiment on me without my full knowledge, but wanted to see if her ideas might work in the real world. She told me that since things have changed at my work I might have to stay in the role for quite some time. The federal government does not take lightly to being lied to, and since I had been interviewed as a female employee known as Marla if I changed now I would essentially be caught in a lie to them.

I had no idea of what to do, this was all so foreign to me, even though she showed me proof of it happening, I was still dubious of the fact. Total realization never did come to me, I continued on with work now a supervisor with employees to watch over. My salon time was important to me, Friday afternoons after work set aside for me. I stayed a blonde, not sure why but any suggestion of me changing my hair color quickly dismissed.

The situation at work did stabilize, I have been promoted twice now, now head of this division. Sis does keep an eye on me, always interested in what I am doing and how things are at work. I do have an inordinate desire for blueberries and nuts, eating them whenever I can get my hands on them.

Sis did get her PhD, although I was never shown her dissertation paper. I guess she gave up on her crazy theory, finally realizing there was no chance of it working. To this day I have never got the phrase long blonde hair is quite appealing out of my mind, not sure quite why.

© 2016 thru 2024 by Francesca

Catherine: A Princess With Earrings

Catherine: A Princess With Earrings

I had the day off, promising to go with my sister and her daughter to the mall. It was her daughter’s birthday and she had been promised as a gift to get her ears pierced. According to Sis, Haley had been so excited, barely talking of anything else. Greg, her husband, had to use their car today for a business meeting so I was drafted to give them a ride and preserve peace in this part of the free world. Haley came running up to my car as soon as I drove up the driveway, then had to run back and get her Mom moving in my direction.

Laura was smiling as Haley tried everything in her power to get headed in the direction of the mall. I got a huge hug from Haley, thanking me for offering to take her to the mall. She was literally bouncing in the seat as I pulled out into traffic. The closer we got to the mall, though she seemed to quiet down. Laura looked my direction at the last stoplight and mouthed nervous. Now that the mall was getting closer her fear was escalating. When we got out at the mall and started the long walk to the jewelry store Haley was glued to my arm, both arms wrapped around my arm and squeezing it to death.

As we made it to the jewelry store she was now right next to me, still holding my arm in a death grip. Laura told the saleslady that Haley was here to get her ears pierced, and the lady tried to take Haley’s hand to lead her to the piercing chair they had set up in the front of the store. But Haley would not let go of me, so we both ended up next to the chair. I tried to lean down and whisper to Haley that it would only hurt for a couple of minutes and then pointed to all of the beautiful earrings she would now be able to wear.

Well that only made her grab me even tighter. The lady suggested that Haley sit in my lap and she could then pierce her ears and still be able to hug her security blanket. I realized that I indeed was her security blanket, I tried to get Laura to switch places, but Haley wanted nothing to do with that idea. I sat in the chair then rearranged Haley on my lap, both of her arms hanging on to something of mine. The saleslady set out her equipment and loaded the gun with Laura’s choice of earrings for Haley. Then Haley turned toward me and started crying, she was pressed as close as she could get to my chest, with her hands around my neck.

I didn’t want this to go on all day, so I mouthed help to Laura. Laura smirked and leaned closer suggesting that I get my ears pierced, to show Haley what it is all about. My jaw dropped, at first, but maybe it would work and we could move on. I nodded and Laura went off in search of the perfect set of earrings for me. Sis has always been a little devious in our dealings with each other, nothing serious but usually resulting in me getting the short end of the stick eventually.

Her biggest deception was when she asked me to be her Maid of Honor when she got married. Of course, I immediately balked at the idea, but she has a way of wearing you down, so for her wedding I was indeed her Maid of Honor. I was spared the ordeal of wearing a dress, but a pink tuxedo would come close to being just as humiliating as a dress. She did talk me into wearing silky undergarments, ladies shoes and a little makeup though. I received several compliments on my appearance and had to dance with several gentlemen that day at the reception. Other than that the fallout was minimal, although way too many pictures were now showing up among friends and family highlighting my appearance that day. I am sure most of them would end up in scrapbooks someday, immortalizing that fateful day.

She returned from her quest for my earrings, holding the pair in her hand so I could not see what she had picked. I closed my eyes, and got Haley to sit up so the saleslady could get to my ear lobes easier. A second gun was loaded with my earrings and after marking where they would go the saleslady held the gun up to my ear and pulled the trigger. I felt it, but other than a male now having earrings it was a not a big deal. The clasps were added to the back of the earring securing them in place. Then the other ear and I was now sporting earrings in both ears.

Haley had watched me getting pierced and soon straightened up so she could get her ears pierced. She did not loosen her hold on my body though, my poor arm will never be the same. Two clicks and soon the ordeal of getting her ears pierced was over. Haley had a huge smile on her face as the lady held up a mirror so Haley could see her new earrings. Then I felt the saleslady add something to my earrings, wondering what she had added. I glanced in the mirror, then gave Laura a scathing stare.

The usual stud that was used to pierce ears was there, but from a small ring at the bottom of the stud was a dangle, hooked to that ring and swaying to and fro against my neck. The dangle had small diamonds along loops of silver wire, mixed with amethyst stones, my birth stone.

Laura had paid for the ear piercing and the earrings, and she led us away farther down the mall. One of the anchor stores had a huge beauty salon, and that is where we ended up at. Laura told their receptionist that Haley was here for her appointment. I remembered now Laura mentioning that Haley’s birthday party was to be at the place where I worked later that evening.

I worked at a party store, where we specialized in doing elaborate birthday parties. I think Laura mentioned that Haley had selected a Princess party, one of our most popular. I was glad I was off today, Although I usually handled the male birthday parties, I was sure I would be roped into helping with Haley’s. The lady came up front to get Haley, but again she wouldn’t let go of me. One more sigh and I was seated in a chair next to Haley as she had her hair washed and conditioned. She never did let go of me entirely, at least one hand grabbing on to something of mine.

Laura was watching what was going on, that stupid smirk of hers evident now. Sure enough another tech came up, leaned my chair back and started washing my hair. The sighs kept coming, but both Haley’s and my hair were worked on by the techs. When they started putting curlers in Haley’s hair I felt the same being done to mine. I looked for Laura, she just smiled and mouthed go along with it. So after the curlers were all put in our hair, we were moved to a couple of dryers right next to each other. As the warm air dried our hair the same techs started working on our nails. I didn’t even look for Laura, I am sure she is having a ball at my expense, but at least Haley seems to be happy.

Yes, I ended up with long tapered nails painted in Princess Pink nail polish. My hair was removed from the curlers, then styled into an updo, something a princess might wear to a party. Haley and I were now a perfect match, only my male clothes spoiling the effect.

That was also soon handled as two fancy ball gowns were brought out and placed side by side. Haley only had to step into hers after slipping out of her dress. The buttons at the back of the dress were done up. A cute pair of kitten heels were added to her feet then some makeup, mainly for her eyes and lips. Meanwhile I was stripped out of my male clothes, then what little body hair I had managed to grow over my twenty-six years on this planet were creamed off. Breasts glued to my chest, then panties, a bra and slip were added before my dress was stepped into. Of course heels were needed, a princess can’t be seen wearing flats. I had no idea why I went along with everything, I guess in for a penny, in for a pound seemed somewhat relevant now.

Of course, Laura showed up at this time, her smirk now ear to ear. As she led us back to her car, she told me I could help at the party tonight. I had no wish to appear at work dressed like a princess, but since Laura was now driving I guess it is my apparent fate. When we got to the party store, I saw nothing but lots of princesses, all attired like Haley and me.

I noticed a careful scrutiny was given me from Ginny, my store manager, then a huge smile appeared on her face. This was not good for me, Ginny although quite a good boss, was all company orientated. If it benefited the company she endorsed it wholeheartedly.

I did help with setting up the party, as Laura and some of the other mothers tried to handle the mass of Princesses. Ginny appeared, walking up to me and fastened a name badge on my dress. It stated Resident Princess Catherine with a picture of me in the corner of the badge. I blushed but there was too many princesses around to argue with Ginny. If I had known that would be my only job from that day on I might have handled things differently.

It was a great success, every one in attendance seemed happy and pleased with the party. Three hours later the party wound down, the young girls playing with some of the gifts Haley received for her birthday while a few of us tried to tidy up the mayhem that was evident in the party room.

As we made our way to the door, Ginny caught me and told to come in tomorrow dressed in the same outfit, another Princess party scheduled for tomorrow. I tried to decline but had a feeling that the changes to my nails, hair and body would prevent a male presentation. For one thing the false breasts that had been shoved into the bra before I donned the Princess dress seemed attached to me now, a finger of mine trying to move it on my chest having no luck in doing so.

As we walked out to Laura’s car, Haley thanked me for making her day special, wanting to know if she could call me Aunt Jean since I made such a pretty female. Then she got closer to me, asking that I might forgive her for tricking me into getting my ears pierced, she was never nervous, but Laura wanted her to fake being nervous so I would get my ears pierced too. Another look in the direction of Laura, that same smirk even now more evident.

I had been manipulated by the best, but then I did have fun at Haley’s party this afternoon, something I seldom experienced at work these days. I never did get out of the Princess dresses, now I am the official reigning Princess of the party store, the most requested type of party we offer. Laura had fun throwing out all of my male clothes, although the type of dresses she replaces them with are so feminine. I even have went on a date with a fellow co-worker, he knows of my true gender but sees me only as a happy Princess.

I eventually replaced Ginny as store manager, she being promoted to district supervisor. We are currently the number one party store in the chain averaging three parties a day every day of the week. At thirty years of age I am also the youngest store manager in the chain. I never looked back, fate or karma, it doesn’t make any difference the reason. I am happy and it all started with getting my ears pierced. Just think wearing earrings and being a princess, what more could a gurl want.

© 2016 thru 2024 by Francesca

Sunday, June 30, 2024

Callista; Captive In A Harem

 Callista; Captive In A Harem

I was an assistant producer for a TV station, in Phoenix, Az. Deedra, my producer, and I were discussing a bit of information we had just learned about. It was still in the rumor stage, but if true might require us to delve into this mystery, since anything remotely connected to this would make for a great story locally, maybe even nationally.

A few miles out of town we have a resort that caters to rich and influential females. It has been around for years, is widely known about, at least, from its customers. No one has actually got inside to report on their treatments, or what is offered to their customers. The fees are outrageous, the only way to be able to obtain an appointment is by referral from a current customer. If a regular member of the female sex called and asked for an appointment, they would be turned down. Exclusivity to the hilt.

The resort is on two hundred acres of land, nestled in between some low hills about eighty miles north of the city. The acreage is fenced and regularly patrolled. The surrounding area is cactus and mesquite, with a few dry washes meandering through the property and a proportional amount of rattlesnakes. Except for a path directly alongside the fence it is undisturbed, just like it was before it was bought.

The resort is not the story, the fact that a sheikh supposedly bought the whole resort recently and ceased its operation as a beauty spa that is the story. Of course, rumors were numerous at times like these, but one figure quoted the sale price was one hundred seventy million dollars. We immediately started wondering why a sheik wanted a beauty spa in the middle of the Arizona desert, surely with that kind of money he could build one in his own country and still have money left over. We tried to contact some of the employees, but finding them was almost impossible now. Most of the ones we knew about had moved, to destinations unknown. As we checked the list we had obtained earlier when we were contemplating a story on the spa, most of the sudden relocating had happened in the last couple of weeks. It was like they just disappeared into thin air.

Every approach to find something about this purchase and his intended use of the spa turned up empty. Deedra hired a couple of private investigators to follow any lead they might turn up, hoping for some info to let us deduce what they might be doing. The one PI found out that every Wednesday a private jet arrived at Sky Harbor airport, pulling over to a secluded hanger to unload. A limo left soon thereafter from there and headed straight to the resort. The resort itself was nestled among a bunch of palm trees, probably planted when the resort was first built some thirty years ago. That little oasis of palm trees was right in the middle of the desert acreage. Consequently it was almost impossible to see who got out of the limo at the resort from their vantage point in the nearby hills.

The next Monday the same limo left the resort and headed back to the airport. Their passengers boarded the private jet and the jet took off. Through FAA records we did learn the jet belonged to the sheik, a three hundred million dollar custom built jet that could fly non-stop back to his country in the Arabian desert. No cars seemed to enter and leave the resort any more, there was a truck that off loaded items from the jet and transported them to the resort once a week but that was it. A real mystery for sure.

Our PI’s stayed vigilant, one of them catching another vehicle leaving the private hanger at the airport a couple of hours after the limo left. They stayed at a luxury hotel in town and visited some nightclubs over the next few evenings. Then the day the jet was due to fly back they returned to the private hanger. They seemed to dress as normal tourists, attending the clubs and watching what was going on. They drank very little, usually wine with a plate of appetizers to nibble on.

When we checked into who owned the private hanger we weren’t surprised to find out it was another of the sheikh’s holdings in this country. Everything he owned was listed under a corporate entity, the list of properties and companies many and varied when we checked out his many corporate holding companies.

This went on for several months, with no more information than what we have discerned after the first week. The PI’s were getting expensive and since they were not turning up anything new we ceased using them. Both Deedra and I knew there was a story here, but the brick wall was getting harder as we constantly ran up against it.

At least once a week I would visit the clubs they had visited hoping to catch them there, and observe what they were doing. I often talked to the bartenders, usually a good source of information about what is going on in the club. At one club I overheard a conversation about a regular customer that had disappeared about three weeks ago, his friends not hearing from him again. The bartender told me he was a transsexual, a frequent visitor, several of his fellow trans friends meeting here every Friday evening. That corresponded to the amateur drag show that the club put on the same evening. He/she was a regular not missing any Friday night for almost a year.

I decided to see if any of the other clubs were gay friendly or held a drag show some time during the month. There were three others, all on the list that the couple visited regularly. I concentrated on those clubs and finally after four weeks I caught the couple at one of the clubs. They did nothing overt, watched the coming and goings drinking some wine and nibbling on a snack. The female part of the couple made notes on her smart phone, the ones she seemed to keep an eye on were definitely cross dressers or transsexuals. They did make a phone call or two during the evening, but the calls were brief and to the point since few words were said from this end of the conversation. But other than making a notation on her phone nothing was done, when the gals they were watching left, they didn’t follow them or try to talk to their friends. When the club closed at two in the morning they finally left, got into their car and drove away. I shook my head, there has to be some more to this, otherwise why spend the time observing these individuals.

But if they were responsible for the missing people what were they doing with them and why. I filled Deedra in on what I had observed, but she didn’t have any ideas to add to the ever expanding puzzle. Another month went by with nothing new turning up. I was still visiting the nightclubs but had not run across the couple again. I did hear of another missing transsexual, one that I had seen at one of the clubs quite regularly.

After I had shared that information with Deedra, she asked if I was still interested in pursuing this. I could see great rewards if we could crack this story, the money and fame from exposing this nationwide meant a secure future for me. Deedra would share in this, but she insisted that I was the one to pursue this, and then when we go public, I would be the upfront spokesperson on air and in any interviews, a definite plus for me if I could solve the mystery.

We talked for days on how to get inside what was going on, Deedra several times suggesting that I dress and act like a transsexual and spend time at the clubs we knew the couple frequented. I tried to evade making a decision on this, that particular approach making me very uneasy. According to Deedra I would be passable if not downright pretty after my transformation. That statement alone making me quite nervous. When another of the transsexuals went missing a few days later I decided to bite the bullet and switch genders. I could smell success if I pursued this, something that has evaded me ever since I graduated university. The lack of common sense pervaded, and I walked into this situation with both eyes closed.

Deedra arranged for my transformation, a local salon specializing in this type of thing. In fact they were part of a national chain doing this exact type of thing for any males interested in the feminine life. As I parked outside of the salon she had sent me to, I had second and third thoughts about doing this. The salon was huge and from the look inside through their front windows they were packed. I swallowed hard several times before I found the nerve to enter. I told them my name and was escorted to a room near the far side of the salon. On the table were some permission slips I had to sign, the lady did explain them to me, but I was more concerned with what was likely to come then listening to her explanations. It turned out I had no idea of the procedures to be performed or the end result. I signed on the dotted line and shed my clothes as requested.

The next four hours were a blur, I do remember being relieved of my body hair and a set of breast forms glued to my chest. I don’t remember my penis being glued out of the way and a silicone vagina glued over it. Then when I realized what had happened I missed my hair being dyed blonde and set in curlers. The blonde color now indicative of my brain activity or lack thereof.

Like most young college students I had let my hair grow to the point that it was touching my shoulders. Getting the job at the TV station was not a reason to get it cut, in reality the job of assistant producer was just a glorified gofer. I got lunch for quite a few of the stations higher ups, then maybe once a week got to rewrite some copy for the late evening news anchors. Oh I did get to go with Deedra when she was researching a story, but when it came time to write up the story I was left out of the picture. Maybe if I can pull this off things will be different, a chance to step up a notch.

Now that my image was feminine, they taught me how to do my makeup and a few deportment lessons. Those were accomplished in four inch heels, after two more hours of lessons I was outfitted with a sizable feminine wardrobe and then back to the styling chair so my hair could be brushed out. Once that was done there was no male left in the image reflecting back from the mirror in front of me.

I felt different, so many new sensations and feelings coming from parts of my body. It was awkward to get up from the chair, the breasts on my chest swaying slightly in their bra and my feet perched in the high heels trying to find some stability in a position I could hold for a minute or two. I did finally manage to find my bearings and started to the front check out desk.

To my surprise Deedra was waiting with a huge smile on her face. I got a hug, an action I had seen her do with other females at work, it felt good, a little reassurance for my frazzled nerves. She signed the bill and I was led to her car. I mentioned that I had driven, she ignored that statement and opened the passenger door for me. She asked for my car keys, then handed them to an employee of the station and told him to take the car to the stations parking lot. I knew of him but had not seen him standing there behind Deedra.

I was lectured about being out alone as a female, especially visiting the type of clubs I was doing. So I would now be staying at her house and someone would be dropping me off at the club I chose for the evening. Then when I called I would be picked up and delivered back to her house. I was given a top of the line cell phone, that could do everything but print money. I knew it was costing the station a fortune, but I did feel a little better having it with me.

Over the next few days I got used to having breasts and no penis. I still missed my long time friend, but was way too embarrassed to play with my new equipment one on one. Having two quivering mounds on my chest that had a mind of their own was still being dealt with daily. On many occasions I felt very vulnerable, being a female is nothing like a man. I found myself being more docile, submissive if you want, especially around males. I still had the same ideas and intentions, but was very reluctant to voice them. Especially at the clubs when a well built male made a pass at me, I suddenly became reclusive, hoping that he would move on to someone else. Tongue tied, nervous and stuttering was usually the end result of his attempt to chat me up. In most cases he did move on, much to my delight.

The other t-girls took me in giving me pointers and coached me in proper feminine behavior. Like others before me we became friends, hugging each other when arriving at the club, then spending time telling each other of what had happened since our last gathering. Of course we talked about clothes, or a new lipstick or what transpired at their place of employment. I immediately became aware of how lucky I was to be working for the station, since some of their experiences I wouldn’t wish on my worse enemy.

My work at the TV station didn’t really change, Deedra and I got closer some how, but as soon as it involved others I was ignored, probably worse since I now looked and acted female. I did have to cater to others more, when getting lunch for Deedra I was often asked to get someone else something while I was there. My male name quickly changed into Callista, a definite separation from the former person known as Ross. After the first day dressed as a female I never heard the name Ross again. Kind of sad in a way, that Ross never made an impression as a male, one day and he is totally forgotten.

I think Deedra got a little carried away when she changed my HR files to Callista, a new ID was issued, and I was now an official employee of Walker Communications. A few days later a new social security card arrived, pretty much ending the life of Ross. I fretted over all of the changes for a day or two, but they were already done, so I quickly forgot about them figuring when I changed back to Ross I would sort them out then.

Work and visiting the clubs became a habit, in fact about the only things I did anymore. A few girls from work invited me to lunch when I wasn’t being a gofer, even a shopping trip to the mall every once in a while. I was included as a female, but maybe not as a friend. I think the fact that I used to be a male still was there in the background, affecting how they saw me as a person, although it was never actually mentioned.

Visiting the clubs became just a normal thing for me, I had almost forgot the real purpose in me donning female attire and portraying a T-girl. Then one Friday at the original club I came out as a T-girl, I saw them sitting across the room from me. Now the reality of this situation I found myself in came back to me in spades, my hands were wet with perspiration and I was having a hard time swallowing. I downed the last of my wine in one gulp and headed to the ladies room. I did my thing, but spent extra time fixing my makeup. It didn’t need fixing but I was so nervous. When I had first spotted them she was staring at me, then she would write on her phone then back to watching me. I decided to call it a night, way earlier than I normally did, but all of this was weighing heavy on me. Let’s face it I was scared to death.

I grabbed my phone and tried to call Deedra, her line was busy. I tried again fifteen minutes later same result still busy so I called Uber for a ride home. I waited a few minutes then headed outside to wait for my ride. This club had a bouncer so I hugged him and walked to the Uber vehicle I saw pulling up. The driver got the door for me, I entered and gave him Deedra’s address. He pulled away and I was soon lost in thought. I didn’t notice where we ended up at, but as I exited the car I paused a moment to see we were not at Deedra’s. I felt a sharp prick in my arm and I melted into the driver’s arms.

I woke several times, heard voices but any attempts at opening my eyes were met with a fuzzy image and a pounding head. I tried to focus on anything to keep me awake, but did not succeed as I drifted off again. I felt myself being lifted and then hauled on someone’s shoulder toward a plane the noise of the jet engines drowning out any attempt at rational thought. Well that and my still pounding head. I knew I was bound at my hands and feet, not able to do anything but wiggle my body. Whoever was carrying me swatted my butt real hard and that was it for me trying to escape. I closed my eyes to help with the pounding head and soon drifted off again.

I did feel another prick in my arm, at least I think I did then some movement of what I was lying on and the noise of the jet engines as we took off. I knew this was not good, but further thoughts just seemed to fade away as the latest drug entered my blood stream.

When I next was aware of being somewhat conscious I was in a huge room with lots of pretty girls all dressed in silks and scarves. I found myself on a stack of soft pillows. still bound hands and feet. It took my mind a little while to put all of this together to realize I was in a harem, the sheik’s harem, at least, that is the thought that seemed to be the most logical. I struggled trying to get loose, not wanting to be here, especially dressed as I was. I could wiggle around a little, but that was it for movement. I gave up, coming to the realization I was stuck until someone released me, something I doubted would happen any time soon.

Once the other girls saw I was awake they summoned this fairly large male, even though his features were soft and slightly feminine. He picked me up like I was a loaf of bread and took me into a side room of the harem. There I was deposited on a table and he secured my hands over my head to a ring at the top of the table. He removed my clothes gingerly, placing them in a garbage container near the door. I started to say something, but he leaned in closer and put his hand over my mouth. In a very feminine voice he told me to keep quiet, there is no talking allowed in the harem, if I persisted I would be gagged or my vocal chords cut stopping speech forever. That did the trick, I stayed quiet. After all of my clothes had been removed two females entered the room, dressed much differently that the rest of the girls.

They introduced themselves and started examining my body. They are called ustas and look after the members of the harem, both the sultan’s wifes and his concubines. I was reminded to stay quiet, no talking is allowed by any member of the harem. If caught doing so the punishment will be swift and permanent. I just laid there letting them examine my body, no choice really I was trussed up still and secured to the ends of the table. My false breasts were removed along with my fake vagina. My member was examined closely, stretched and pulled to check for its elasticity.

A horrible thought crept into my mind, almost causing me to cry out. I remembered a couple of the T-girls saying their doctor did the same these ladies were doing to see if there was enough elasticity to form a properly sized vagina. I did remember to keep quiet, a small smile when one of the ustas saw me catching myself with my mouth open wide but no words forthcoming. They were a couple of tears though sliding down my cheek at the time.

When they had finished their examination of me some of the other girls came in and started adding things to my body. A collar was fastened around my neck, the height of the collar and its stiffness keeping my neck rigid, I could no longer turn my head or look down. My feet were put in boots that laced all the way to my thighs. The material they were made from was apparently leather, supple but when the laces were cinched my foot was held in pointe and I could no longer bend my knees. The ties that held my feet together had been removed, but I imagined this was a far more effective restraint then having my feet tied together.

Then they worked on my hands, by fastening a tube around each finger from my palm to just shy of the nail. The tube had a hinge so that it would open allowing the finger to be inserted into the tube. Once clicked closed I could no longer move my finger to do anything. Now no need for my hands to be tied together, although I had free arm movement I was unable to perform even the simplest function.

Two of the girls came closer giggling away, it sounded like a typical female giggle but yet different. My penis was pulled up and one of the gals held an ice pack around it, causing me to twist and turn but to no avail. I opened my mouth several times to protest but remembered the threat, not letting any words escape my mouth. After my penis went numb, they fitted something around it that was tight, causing them to pull and tug to get my penis inside it. They used a little lube to help the situation, then I heard a click, whatever they had placed it in was tight and secure now.

My feet were raised above the table, then clicked to two rings hanging there. That left my butt exposed, the reason for me to be secured that way. One of the girls applied lube to her fingers and inserted first one then two methodically into my anus. I twisted and turned again but with my feet up in the air like this nothing helped. I felt an object being inserted into my anus a little at a time, wiggled then withdrawn,. Then again until it popped inside causing me to take in an inordinate amount of air all at once. I felt stuffed but eventually the feeling succumbed some. It felt like my ass went numb, not feeling anything from back there any more.

While I was worrying about what got put inside me, the huge guy approached just out of my vision and pried my mouth open, inserting some type of apparatus into my mouth. One of the harem girls used a pair of forceps to grab my tongue and pull it into the apparatus. I heard a click and my tongue was trapped. My mouth could still open but my tongue was useless. Before I could come to terms with my apparent gag, I felt the mechanism around my penis being pulled back between my legs. My feet were still attached to the rings above my head so there was no way I could prevent the action. Another damn click and it was apparently secured to the intruder in my butt.

That was all I could stand, I started sobbing and waving my arms around in frustration. My feet were let down, and I was helped off the table. There was a mirror in front of me, my new appearance quite disturbing. I had a smooth front just like a female, the boots made even standing difficult, one of the other girls on each arm to keep me in an upright position. Essentially I was walking on my toes, my foot severally arched and held in that position by the boots.

I was helped back over to my stack of pillows and laid down, the tears still cascading down my cheeks. For all intents I was helpless not able to even walk, no ability to talk and looking like a breast less female. One of the members of the harem laid down next to me and comforted me, I eventually quit crying, my pillow that I had my head on still wet from my tears. With the collar on I could hardly move my head, so I just laid there, the female comforting me rubbing my back to get me to relax as I eventually slipped into a restless sleep.

I awoke to several of the girls rubbing creams and lotion all over my body. They were heavily scented, some type of flowery scent, a scent a woman would wear when she was after a male. I knew I was trapped in this situation, unless somebody came to rescue me, I would be here until they no longer had any use for me. The worst part, I doubted anyone that might rescue me even knew where I was at. Oh gawd, can’t think that either, so helpless and so screwed.

I did eventually relax some, the massage I was getting making everything seem a little better. As I tried to look around my eyes were fixated on a couple of the girls. Those same girls were the ones that went missing in the last few months stateside. Now it all began to piece together, I wonder if all the girls here are former transsexuals. I realized too late that I had played right into their hands, but since I was not really a transsexual that meant trouble for me.

One of the eunuchs, I think that is what they call them brought in large plates of fruit and vegetables and put them on different low tables around the room. One of the ustas came to me and inserted a device into my mouth and released my tongue. My mouth could function some this way, probably enough to eat some of the food. I was warned, one word and I would be locked in a box and left there for days. I quickly nodded my head in understanding. My girl friend fed me small pieces of fruit, or a small tomato. She like all the others had the metal pieces on their fingers making them stiff, but was able to pick up things somewhat between two fingers. We were given water in a squeeze bottle, the only way to get any moisture in our mouths. Pressure from a thumb and a finger caused a few drops to leave the bottle.

It took forever to eat enough to feel full, but eventually it was accomplished. The usta came back by and captured my tongue again in the gag rendering any speech impossible. I did eventually notice that there was soft music in the background, just barely loud enough to be heard.

My fellow companion stayed next to me, touching me often and always smiling at me. It was an hour or two later when another member of the harem came and assisted her in getting me up on my toes. I was walked over to a device near the edge of the room. My companion showed me what to do as she straddled the device and squatted a little. After she finished peeing she stepped a little farther and a fan came on drying her pussy. I watched as she performed this action right there in front of everybody. We seemed to all be naked except for some members of the harem who had scarves wrapped around their chest and bosom. She looked at me, then pointed to the device. I hesitated but then thought of later if I didn’t do this now, would I pee in my bed of pillows? I teetered forward in the boots, then had to concentrate to manage to release my stored up pee. I didn’t even want to think of shitting and what that would involve. The warm air felt comforting then I realized it was slightly perfumed, making me smell even more like a woman.

Back to the pillows and soon I drifted off, too much happening today and apparently nothing I could do to reverse any of it. I sure hope someone can find me, wherever I am now, but the nagging thought persisted that I am on my own, and most likely this life is my future. Then the brain finally kicked in, dummy that is why you are here now, they seem to be taking transsexuals males and converting them to realistic females as least in looks. I looked like a transsexual male and now I am a member of the sheikh's harem, destined to have my body altered to that more closely resembling a natural born female.

It was not a restful sleep, several times I found myself staring at the ceiling wide awake fretting over what has happened to me and what most likely will come in the near future. The female that had befriended me cuddled me often during the night pulling me close to her, making me feel much better. At least, I felt that I was not totally alone.

Days turned into weeks, soon I lost track of how many days I had been kept here, just existing in my own little corner of the world. My friend in the harem tried to include me in her daily activities but I was so depressed I ended up just sitting there staring at the walls. I could tell you exactly how many pictures were on the walls and if they were landscapes or portraits of people. I did notice that once a month several girls like me were secured and taken away, then returned two weeks later. Their appearance was greatly enhanced, their bodies now nearly perfect in every way. Maybe a trip to the resort back in the states.

Lot of good that information might do me now, unable to use it, but now it was constantly on my mind waiting for my trip to the states and made to look even more like a female. That trip looked to be in my future, no way to avoid the trip and my future as a member of the harem, most likely a permanent member of the harem to be exact.

It wasn’t but a few days later when one of the ustas came and secured my hands to the belt around my waist. The belt had only been added a couple of days ago, probably in preparation for me being secured. I was carried by one of the eunuchs out of the harem to a waiting car. There along with another of the harem, we were fastened in the back seat by the seat belts and the car drove away. I was so scared now, imagining being taken away and surgically made to look female for real. I hadn’t eaten anything today, probably the only reason I didn’t throw up.

When the car pulled next to a jet on a landing strip, I knew it was going to be my time. Released from the back seat and carried on to the jet, then secured in a seat towards the middle of the plane. A few minutes later we took off, my anxiety was now so high I fainted. I did have a few lucid thoughts from time to time, but the entire flight seemed to be just a big blur in my mind. When I next woke I was being carried off the plane, placed in the limo we had seen come and go from the airport and driven away.

When the limo stopped an hour or so later, I was removed from it and upon seeing the palm trees all around me I figured I was at the resort. Several nurses came to help me inside, and I was taken to a hospital type of room right away. All of my restraints were removed including the tubes on my fingers, the gag and later my boots. Then the butt plug was taken out, I suddenly felt empty back there since I had worn it for so long, only having it removed when nature called.

Before I could do much I was helped on to a gurney and wheeled down a long corridor. We entered an operating room, at least it looked like one and the few tears I had been leaking became a torrent. I had my mouth open to plead with them, but never talking back at the harem was so ingrained in me that no words were uttered. As the gurney was positioned under the lights, a mask was placed over my mouth and nose and I soon lost consciousness.

The last thought I had was of the sheikh, my one time meeting with him a few weeks after being inserted into the harem, was pleasant, he was personable and wanted to know all about me. That meeting lasted for hours, although I knew eventually I would have to please him sexually somehow I no longer was dreading it. In fact the longer I was in the harem the less I was worried about my future. Maybe life in a harem would not be that bad, to be taken care of, pampered and waited on is not the worst thing to suffer through.

I woke later, my chest and groin hurting real bad. A nurse upon seeing me awake came to me, checked my vitals and put something into my drip. A few moments later I dozed off. That seemed to be the norm for several days, until one day I was given some jello to eat and was allowed some tea to drink. I was still hurting but if I closed my eyes for awhile it was livable with. I finally figured out the nurses were dilating me twice a day, that causing some of the increase in pain after they had performed the task. When they changed the dressings on my chest, I saw the size of my breasts now, my former friends back at the clubs would be envious if they could see me now.

I did lose track of the days, in and out of consciousness and my mind still quite fuzzy. Probably something they were giving me to keep me this way. I was examined very thoroughly one day, then later helped out of bed and taken to a waiting limo. Back to the plane and a long trip back to the harem. This time I did have a nurse with me to make sure I was alright on the trip.

Carried back into the harem after the trip from the landing strip, I was greeted by all of the other girls with tender hugs and kisses. I was helped to another side room and positioned on a bigger pile of pillows. I had seen the rooms off to the side of the large central area but had never been in one of them. This room had a view of the surrounding gardens, had a small closet and a vanity. The pillows here were twice as large and were much more colorful then the ones I had slept on before. They were so comfy and soft, that within minutes I was fast asleep cuddled in the middle of a pile of them.

It was several weeks later when I was taken to the sheikh’s quarters. We were served a delicious meal, mainly finger food, but oh so good. He talked with me at length, the hesitation on my part to engage in conversation took quite a bit of effort to overcome. He told me that he had looked into my past after I had been abducted, knowing that I was previously Ross and worked at the station. Several of my fellow captives all concurred that I was really a female at heart, just not aware of it. Since I never spoke out about my new life, they presumed that I was happier as my female self, so plans to correct the mistake were carried out. He wanted me to learn about the customs of his country, about harem life and possibly become one of the ustas later in life. I spent the night with him, just being cuddled and held closely. Many kisses were exchanged, some of them quite passionate.

The next morning I was asked if I wanted my freedom, my sudden quietness the answer he was expecting. I got up on my toes, to kiss him and convey my wish to stay with him and be a part of his harem forever. From a captive to a willing participant quite a change, my life now so much better, and so much richer. Maybe not in material things but now I felt loved and cared for, a feeling I had never experienced before. A life awaiting me filled with luxury and love, a life in a harem.

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