ALTERNATIVE VAMPIRE by Donna Stewart
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   Gerry Turner was a loner. He had never married. Never even dated
anyone for more than two weeks. His last living relative, his Aunt,
had died almost 6 years ago, leaving him her entire estate. As this
amounted to over 6 million dollars, he no longer needed to work again.

   One Friday night, he decided to phone a special escort service he
knew of. As soon as his identity became clear to the receptionist,
they arranged for Sharon, a girl he'd never been with before, to come
round. She'd be round at his at half eight and stay until half eight
the next morning. Perfect. A night of ultimate pleasure with no
commitment.

   At 8.23, the doorbell rang. Sharon introduced herself. Judging by
the bulge in Gerry's trousers, she decided thought this'd be a
lucrative night. Quick to the point, Gerry said that he wanted to
start the evening off with a blow-job. Smiling, she got down on her
knees, and within minutes, had him at orgasm.

   Suddenly, Gerry's muscles started to spasm. Then, he started
shrinking. Two mounds started to appear from his chest. The last thing
he heard before collapsing was "Oh shit, not again." and then the
phone receiver being picked up.

***

   When Gerry awoke, he felt strange. Sore, hungry and thirsty yes, but
strange in another way too. There was hair on his face. But he was
going bald. As he opened his eyes, he saw Sharon looking down at
him. "What ..." he began, but stopped when he heard his voice. It was
so high.

   "I'm afraid that you've been infected with a soft of disease
Gerry," she said. "You might find this hard to believe, but your body
should help. I'm a vampire. Not in the classic sense. I can go out in
sunlight, don't suck blood, don't sleep in coffins. But I am
immortal. And what I suck is cocks. Big, huge cocks. About half an hour
ago, you became one too. All vampires of out kind are, as you are now
also, female. We need cum, not blood, in order to survive. Its not
known why only the occasional man is transformed, but it does happen,
and it did to you tonight."

   Gerry almost shouted at her to not be so fucking stupid, but was
too afraid. Why was his voice so high? Before he collapsed, what were
those lumps, and why had he been getting shorter? He moved a hand to
his balls, but missed. He felt again. Nothing there. Well, something
was there. A vagina, but he wouldn't, couldn't think of that. He moved
his hand to his chest. Breasts. Fuck, was she telling the truth?

   Sharon continued, "You now look nothing like your former
self. Soon, you won't even remember your old life or ways. No blood
transfusion can help you now. If you have surgery in an attempt to
alter your body in any way, your body will revert to your current
state within minutes. Not even a haircut is possible. Accept it. Nine
hundred and thirty seven years ago, I was a mortal man. Now, much
more. What do you think happened to Elvis? She's alive and well. Now,
I've got to go. Read this letter. It'll help prepare you. Contact me
at the agency when you're ready. We'll get you a job there. There is
never a shortage of what we need." With that, she left.

   Once she had gone, Gerry picked himself up and walked to the
bathroom. Staring back from the mirror was a gorgeous woman. This is
bollocks, he thought. A bad dream. What the heck, may as well play
along with it.

   Going back to the living room, he picked up the note. According to
this, everyone needed a different amount of cum to survive. The
starting level was three teaspoonfuls per week. If the body got more,
then that would automatically become the new amount required. It
warned that if uncarefull, vampires could become dependant on as much
as half a pint per day. On finishing the letter, he went to bed and
slept.

   At 5.30 am, he woke up. Still female, but with an aching in his
stomach. Not like hunger. More like the cum craving described in the
letter. Resigned to the fact that the situation was indeed real, he
picked up the phone and contacted the agency. The receptionist had been
left strict instructions to tell Gerry Sharon's address upon
inquiry. Dressed in his now ridiculously large male clothes, Gerry
drove round to Sharon's.

   "Come in," said Sharon, "the craving must have started." and handed
him a small glass. "I always keep some cum spare for emergencies. Have
this". In his current state of agony, Gerry was prepared to do
anything to relieve the pain and so swallowed his pride and disgust
along with the glass of cum." The pain died instantly.

   "What you need is some new clothes. And a new name. But that'll
come tomorrow. You need more cum than the drop I just gave you. I've
got three guys booked soon. The first and second can be yours. Take
off your clothes. I'll get you something appropriate". Gerry had
intended to resist this, but the craving was back now and worse than
ever. As took off his male clothes, Sharon threw them in the coal fire
and handed him some new ones. Pink bra and panties, a black lycra
dress, black tights and a pair of 6-inch heels. He quickly put on the
clothes as he didn't want to be late for the first of the men with the
cock he needed so much. Sharon then gave her new colleague a quick
make-over.

   Just as they finished, the doorbell rang. Gerry made his way down
the stairs, shakily in the 6-inch heels he was now wearing. The guy at
the door introduced himself as Andy. No sooner was he inside, than he
pulled out his 9-inch cock. Gerry almost hesitated, but feeling the
craving increasing, quickly took it in his mouth. When Andy came,
Gerry gladly swallowed the present, knowing that this was the start of
a long journey and finding himself in anticipation of the next guy,
the cock that would come with him, and the rest that would follow
throughout the centuries.