The Gemini
by Cherysse St. Claire
"Let me see if I have this straight," Janice retorted angrily. "You
had sex with one of my patients?"
"I didn't know he -- she -- was one of your patients," I argued. As
mistakes go, this one was a real winner. Janice, my wife, is a Doctor
of Clinical Psychiatry. Aside from her thriving private practice, she
is the director of the Leto Clinic, the best-known facility for the
councilling and treatment of gender dysphoria. The clinic was her baby
from the start. Instead of the helter-skelter approach that had been
the norm, Janice combined all the services -- group therapy, individual
analysis, endocrinology, and surgical facilities -- under one roof.
She handles referrals from all over the world, ranging from men who
just like to wear their wives' panties to gender-reassignments. Her
world and mine, as a commodities trader, had never collided -- until
now.
"Oh, well, that makes it all right! As long as you were blissfully
ignorant of my professional relationship with her, I shouldn't worry
about little details like `fidelity' or `marriage vows'," she replied
sarcastically. "So, if you didn't know Jade was a patient of mine,
exactly how did the two of you happen to wind up together?"
"I met her at Tush Street."
"Tush Street! That place is notorious as a pick-up joint for
transsexual hookers! What were you doing there in the first place?"
"Because I didn't want to spend another evening alone! I hardly ever
see you anymore; you are either at your office or in the clinic. You
talk about your `girls' as though they were your children. If I see
you at all, I'm lucky to get a peck on the cheek. I wanted to do
something different tonight, preferably with a real live person. I had
never met a transsexual before, let alone one of your `girls'. I
wanted to meet one, talk to her, just get to know her. I had heard a
lot of TS's went there, so I checked it out. Jade was there. She was
beautiful. I was attracted. We talked. We had a couple of drinks.
She propositioned me. In a moment of weakness, I said `yes'. Neither
one of us mentioned you or the clinic. How was I to know she was one
of your patients?"
"Hold the phone, Buster," Janice snorted. "She propositioned you? You
KNEW she was hooking, and you said YES? You mean, YOU PAID FOR IT?" She
closed her eyes, groaned, and slapped her forehead. When she looked at
me again, her eyes blazed.
"Well, Richard, you had a busy night last night. Not only did you
destroy my trust in you; you managed to undo six months of delicate
psychotherapy. Since you want so much to know more about my `girls', I
will tell you. Jade is my most difficult case. She seemed like an
ideal candidate for SRS, and she has no problems functioning as a woman
-- except one. She has a compulsive need to be loved. She hid, until
after her surgery, the fact that she had been abandoned as a child by
both her father AND mother. If I had known beforehand, I would have
delayed the operation and done more extensive therapy. She probably
realized that. Her compulsion manifests itself by driving her to hook.
Unlike other transsexual hookers, Jade doesn't do it for the money; it
doesn't really interest her. The money, and the false sense of
self-worth it engenders, fuels her self-destructive desire to be
`wanted' by someone - anyone. I thought I had finally straightened her
out and convinced her to stay off the streets. I don't even know why
she went back to that place; old habits, I guess. And then, here comes
Good Old Richard, with hard cash and a hard-on. That was just like
giving Smack to a junkie. Now, she's `hooked' again, in more ways than
one. It will take me months to get her back to where she was, if she
comes back to the clinic at all! I have been trying to reach her all
day. She missed her regular appointment this morning. She's probably
out hustling right now. I have some of the other girls out looking for
her. Thanks a lot. You can sleep on the couch tonight."
I felt a lot smaller than my usual 5'8" and 145 lbs. I lay awake on
the couch for hours in the dark, trying to think up some way to make
amends to Janice, whom I really did love. I finally drifted off into a
troubled sleep. I awoke with a start; at what time, I couldn't guess.
Several pairs of strong hands were holding me down, preventing me from
moving. Just as I was about to cry out for Janice, a cloth was clamped
over my mouth and nose; a cloth that had a pungent, penetrating odor.
In a few seconds, I saw stars -- then, nothing.
I regained conciousness, sort of, and tried to take stock of where I
was and what had happened to me. Was it still dark outside, or was it
just me? I was lethargic, disoriented; unable to summon up enough
resolve to get up. I slowly scanned my environment, and through the
fog surrounding my brain, I deduced that I was in some sort of hospital
room. There was an IV stand next to the bed; the bottle hanging from
the rack was connected by a long tube to a needle stuck in my arm. The
clinic? No; why would I be there? I focused on voices speaking right
outside the open door. I couldn't quite make out the conversation, but
I thought I heard the word `Gemini'. Then two women in long white
doctor's coats entered the room. One beamed radiantly at me. JANICE!
I was completely lost; what was going on? I tried to speak, but could
barely make a sound.
"Good morning, Richard! Don't try to move or speak; you are sedated.
Just lie there like a good boy. This is Dr. Collins, my Chief of
Surgery. I am really disappointed in you, Richard. You betrayed my
trust in you. That hurt. That hurt a lot. I suppose I SHOULD be
flattered that you were attracted to Jade; she is my best work to date.
Or, at least she was, until you screwed her up again. I thought about
it after I went to bed last night, and the more I dwelled on it, the
angrier I got. So I made a few phone calls. One nice thing about
being Director here is that the entire staff is intensely loyal to me.
They all turned out in the middle of the night to help me set up a
little surprise -- just for you! Since you expressed your attraction
to my `girls', and you seem to prefer their company to mine, I thought
you might like to become one of them. Usually, that process takes a
couple of years, with psychological screening, councilling, slow,
methodical hormone therapy, breast implants, plastic surgery, right up
to the blessed event itself -- The Sex Change! But for you,
Sweetheart, I am going to cut through all the red tape. We are going
to concentrate the efforts of all our departments to help you make your
transition as quickly as possible, and I am going to see to it
PERSONALLY that you are psychologically prepared for your new role --
AS A WOMAN! So, you just relax, and let me take care of everything.
See you soon, Sweetie!"
She turned a dial on the IV bottle, and before I could make even a
feeble protest, everything went black.
A long time passed. Days? Weeks? I couldn't tell; it seemed like an
eternity. I had been sedated the entire time, drifting in and out of
conciousness, enjoying only occasional moments of semi-lucidity. I
retained flashes of images and sensations, like a strobe light gone
mad; operating rooms, masked medical personnel, tubes, needles -- lots
of needles -- pain in my face, throat, chest, abdomen, groin. There
were other, more disturbing images as well. A Beauty parlor.
Fingernails. Hair. Fur in my eyes. Janice's office. Janice's
office? Yes. The diplomas on the wall. The small potted palm in the
corner. I'm walking towards a woman, while she approaches me. Before
we reach, I turn and walk back again. Towards her again; away from her
again. Back and forth, back and forth. I'm growing. I'm getting
taller each time I go back and forth. How much taller will I get? I'm
rocking; swaying back and forth. I'm on a boat? No, I'm on land, but
I'm swaying back and forth. Sit. Stand. Sit. Cross my legs.
Uncross my legs. Re-cross my legs. The couch. Me on the couch.
Janice`s face over mine, speaking slowly, clearly, authoritatively. It
made me feel calm, relaxed, soothed.
I drifted slowly, dreamily into conciousness. I felt relaxed,
refreshed, as if I were Rip Van Winkle awaking after a twenty-year nap.
I was in Janice's office, sitting in the chair across the desk from my
wife. She was looking me up and down appraisingly, obviously pleased
with what she saw.
"Hello, Richard. I wanted to take this last opportunity to speak to
you; We won't talk again for a while. Oh, I will see you all right,
but you won't be `Richard' anymore; You will be `Amber'. I thought the
name was so sweet, and fit your beautiful golden hair. I must say, you
are my best effort yet; even better than Jade. Why don't you stand up
and take a look at yourself in the mirror?"
I felt as though I had received a commandment from God. I
gracefully(?) uncrossed my legs and stood up. I felt incredibly light
-- except for an unfamiliar weight in my chest -- and tall. So tall!
I turned and approached the mirror, stopped a moment; then moved on.
There was an incredibly attractive blonde approaching me from the other
side of the room, swivelling her hips fluidly, sensually from side to
side, just like in my dream. She stopped at the same time as I, then
resumed her provocative strut. Only as I reached the mirror did it
dawn on me that the Blonde was me! She -- I -- had a magnificent body,
poured into a bright-red pucker-knit tank dress. My incredibly-full,
rounded breasts threatened to spill out of their skimpy confinement.
It was very obvious that I wore no bra, and my nipples pressed
invitingly against the thin material. My tiny waist was highlighted by
a tightly-cinched wide black patent leather belt. My hips and tush
flaired dramatically, and swayed back and forth without any concious
thought. My long, slender legs were encased in whisper-sheer black
stockings, ending in black patent pumps with what appeared to be
five-inch spike heels. No wonder I felt so tall! I wore several gold
chains around my neck, huge gold hoops through my pierced ears, six
gold bangle bracelets on each slender wrist -- which jangled musically
as I moved -- and a slender gold chain around my left ankle. I
pivotted expertly on my toes, hands on my hips, admiring my shapely
legs and the seams of my stockings. I hadn't even thought about it,
and I was posing like a fashion model! My golden-blonde mane cascaded
over my shoulders and down my back in full, fluffy waves which gently
bounced, just like my breasts, as I moved. My make-up was dramatically
overdone. My green eyes were bigger, wider-set, and more expressive
than ever before, shadowed in lime, emerald, and teal, and completely
outlined in black. The fur in, or rather on, my eyes was real enough;
My lashes were fuller, thicker, and blacker than any showgirl's. A
deep, dusky rose blush made my impossibly-prominent cheekbones
smoulder. My nose was now small, slender, delicate. I had the
fullest, plumpest, most-kissable ruby-red lips I had ever seen on a
woman. I raised my fingertips to my lips, and was startled to see
long, square-tipped scarlet nails at the end of each.
"Janice! What have yo..."
stopped cold. MY VOICE! That isn't my voice! This voice is so much
higher, softer, lilting.
"Janice, PLEASE, tell me what this is all about!"
"Why Honey, I think it is perfectly obvious what this is all about!
You are a woman now; just like the ones you liked to fuck as a man. It
has been such a treat over the last three months, turning you into a
little blonde bimbo; well, not so little. I used textured saline
implants on you and pumped them up REALLY full -- I know how much you
like women with BIG boobs! We put implants in your hips too; then
liposuctioned most of the fat out of your waist, and re-injected it
around your hips and fanny to fill you out. We have kept you in
corsets since the liposuction, to make sure your waist was compressed
down to a handspan, just like it should be. The diet we put you on
helped in that department, too; you are down to 120 pounds now, and on
you, it looks great! You measure 38D-22-36 now. I can just picture
you -- the OLD you - seeing a woman like this at Tush Street. You
would have been all over yourself trying to stick your cock into her.
But you aren't going to do THAT anymore; not to Jade, not to me, not to
ANYONE! The simple truth is; you can't! When we made you a woman, we
were VERY thorough; you have all the right `plumbing' as well."
"You mean I..."
"That's right, Sweetie! You have a nice, tight, juicy pussy, along
with all your other womanly attributes. You have been on hormones for
three months now, and you are rounding out nicely; not as angular as
you were when we first operated on you. Your Adam's apple is shaved,
and I just LOVE your soft, musical voice! We have come up with a new
feature for you which I am especially proud of. The special medication
you will be taking, in conjunction with your cyclical hormone dosages,
will give you a real, honest-to-goodness period! You will have
sensitive breasts, cramps, discharge, and have to wear a tampon, just
like a real woman!
"But -- but, I'm still me; I mean, I'm still Richard."
Janice smiled wickedly, and evil glint in her eyes.
"Not for long, Hon. Do you remember that first day in the clinic? I
told you I would PERSONALLY see to it that you were psychologically
prepared for your new role -- and you are! You have been under an
intense program of hypnotherapy, during which I have fashioned your new
identity and personality. You may have noticed that your body moves in
an entirely different way now; very gracefully, very femininely. It
doesn't belong to you anymore, Richard; it is AMBER's body now, just
waiting for her to `move in'. You would love Amber, Richard. She is
just your type; very friendly, not too bright, flashy, trashy, adores
flaunting her body for everyone to see, and loves to fuck! I am
particularly pleased with that; every girl should enjoy her work."
"You mean I'm..."
"...a prostitute? Yes! The most talented I have ever seen; I have
`trained' you on some of my male staff. You actually had sex with them
here in the clinic, but you will have many wonderful memories --
implanted by me -- of servicing them on the streets. You are a
first-class `working girl' now, and your `office' will be Tush Street!
I plan to stop in sometime to watch you `strut your stuff'.
"But I don't feel any different. I don't remember any of those
things."
"At the moment, no. But I have set you up with a couple of
post-hypnotic commands, which only work to the sound of MY voice. When
I use one, `Richard' disappears and `Amber' takes over, with all of her
memories and none of Richard's whatsoever. When I use the other,
`Amber' goes sleepy-pie, and `Richard' comes back, but with memories of
everything `Amber' has done. I can turn you on and off like a light!
As Amber, you will be one of my `girls', and will come in every week
for therapy, medication, etc. I will bring `Richard' out every once in
a while to see how he is enjoying his new lifestyle. Oh, by the way;
don't worry about being `missed' down at the Board of Trade. They
won't be expecting you. While you were `under', I had you sign over to
me a Power of Attorney. I sent them a letter, which you signed,
stating that you were taking a sabbatical to find the `real you'; then,
I rented out your seat. That will be a nice extra source of income;
for me, not for you. You earn yours hustling -- Sugar. So, are we all
ready? Sleep tight, Richard. CHECK YOUR MAKE-UP, AMBER!
Where am I? Oh. Giggle. I must have spaced out for a minute. Silly
Ditz! I'm in Dr. Foster's office for my weekly session. I flashed
her my most fetching smile.
"Janice! How WONDERFUL it is to see you again! Am I late?"
She beamed at me and flashed me a wink.
"Not at all, Amber. You are right on time. Come sit down, and we'll
catch up on the latest gossip."
I slipped my arm through hers and let her lead me over to the couch.
It seems as if my hips have a mind of their own; I walk as sexily for
Janice as I would for any trick. I wonder if she goes both ways? God,
I'm getting wet just THINKING about it! We reached the couch. I sat
down, then lifted my legs, slowly, teasingly, and swung them over and
onto the padded leather, allowing the hem of my dress to hike up
several inches. I flashed her my best innocent-little-girl smile. Was
that a glimmer in her eye? Giggle. I hope so; she's a real fox! I
just wish she'd loosen up a little.
There's nothing like a warm Spring evening to bring all the little
Studlies out to cruise the streets. It's like they're coming out of
hibernation, ya know? And like a big ol' bear, they're REAL hungry!
That's OK, Stud; I've got whatcha want. That guy in the blue Chevy
must think so too; he's been going around the block for ten minutes,
eyeing me every time he goes by. Maybe I'll just step off the curb
here and see what's on his mind.
"Hi, Handsome. I'm Amber. Wanna date?"
"Jeez, Babe, those tits of yours look great! Are they real?
"Gimme your hands, Lover. There, how's that? Now, what do ya think;
do they FEEL real?"
"Gulp. They sure do, Babydoll. Does the rest of you feel that good?'
"Why not take me for a little ride, Honey, and decide for yourself?"
He opened the door for me and I climbed inside. As he drove, I
snuggled up close to him. I felt up his bone while I stuck my tongue
in his ear.
"Ya know, Sugar, if you had fifty bucks, I could take REAL good care of
your `friend' here."
"What a coincidence! I just happen to have two twenties and a ten
right here in my jacket pocket. See?"
"Oooo -- so you do! Here, let me just stick this in my purse -- there,
that's better. Now, let's you'n me have some fun!"
I gave him a "wait'll you see what I got for YOU!" smile as I eased
down his zipper and undid his button. I gently lifted his dong out and
started stroking it.
"Hey, Babe, you really ARE a stud! Does this `lollypop' taste as good
it looks? Let's see!"
I went down on him while he drove, swallowing his cock all the way down
to his balls. I gently raked his thighs and ball sack with my nails.
The poor thing just about jumped out of his skin! It's always such a
kick to do a trick while he's driving; it's all he can do to keep his
eyes open, much less on the road, and he has to fight the urge to grab
my head and pull me down on his rod. No no, Baby, mustn't touch; you
have to keep your hands on the wheel! The poor boy lasted about five
minutes, then shot his load into my mouth. I cleaned him up with my
tongue, then carefully tucked him back in, zippered and buttoned him
up, then snuggled up next to him again and fixed my lipstick and
make-up in my compact mirror. They like that. I had him drop me off
at Clark and Diversey. I kissed him on the cheek and told him to "cum
back anytime!", then got out and walked down the block, swinging my
hips for him to see. I'm up a couple a bucks, and I got a ride to Tush
Street; not bad for five minutes work.
You got to know the rules about places like Tush Street. I do; I've
worked places like this for as long as I've been hooking (How long has
it been now? Gosh, I just don't remember. It seems like forever. You
are such a Bimbo, Amber!). The guy at the door knows the score; you
flash him a BIG smile, wink, put your arm around him and tell him you
missed him SO much, even if you've never seen him before in your life.
He'll cop a free feel, then tell you to have a good time and drop by
later. Bye-bye cover charge. You saunter down the aisle nice and
slow, so everyone can check out the goods; then you pour yourself onto
a bar stool, make a big thing about crossing your legs, let your hem
hike up a couple of inches, order a drink, and wait for the fish to
bite. There are always a couple of real good `fishing spots' in any
bar. It might be by the pool table. It might be at the end of the
bar, facing the door, like I'm gonna do tonight. One of the best
places is under the TV. Think about it. The guys are watching the `Big
Game'. Their eyes wander down from the screen. Gotcha! You thought
Monday nights have to be slow for us `working girls'? You haven't got
a clue,Honey!
Yup, the place is just like I pictured it. Just a little `neighborhood
joint' with a bar, juke box, and pool table in the front room and
another bar and dance floor in the back. The place is a little on the
sleazy side, just like I like. You won't find any `Yuppies' here,
unless they're cruisin' for a piece. But there IS someone else here
who knows the `rules'.
She's sitting right where I was going to. What a dynamite-looking fox!
I always had a thing for Redheads, and her eyes are as green as mine.
She's got a bod that just won't quit, poured into a long-sleeved black
satin spandex minidress and black patent pumps. She makes ME ooze! I
can always spot another `working girl', and I wouldn't mind having this
one as a friend. Maybe she can give me a line on a place to stay.
"Hi, Hon. How's business tonight?", I said with a wink. She beamed a
smile my way and winked back.
"Just great, Luv. In fact, it's been booming!"
We had a laugh over that one. It's just a little `inside joke' between
us girls.
"My name's Amber. Mind if I hang with you for a while?"
"Sure, no prob. I'm Jade. New in town?"
"Oh, kinda. I worked some places over on the West Side side for a
while to pay for clinic. My landlord threw me out; I wouldn't give him
a freebie. I've got my things in storage. I thought I might check out
the action up here."
Jade kinda stiffened up when I mentioned the clinic.
"Did Janice send you to find me?"
"You know Janice too? Isn't she a sweetheart? She made me everything
I am today," I replied slyly, showing off my body. "No, really, Sugar;
I came on my own. Janice would probably kill me if she knew I was
hooking."
"Who're you telling? She's been on my case for months to get me to
quit. I finally stopped going to see her. She's such a prude, and I
don't need the grief."
"Oh, Honey, you shouldn't quit! Janice is such a SUPER person, and she
really has done a lot for me. You can always tell her you got a job as
a secretary or something. I'll cover for you. In fact, we can cover
for each other. Besides," I said with another wink, "I have a hunch
she's not as much of a `prude' as you think."
"Thanks, Babe. Maybe I'll take you up on that. Need a place to stay
tonight?"
"That'd be super! Are you sure it's no bother?"
"Are you kidding? Us girls have to stick together!"
We had another good laugh, and spent the rest of the evening together.
Well, sorta. We kinda got busy and had to make a few `house calls' out
to the parking lot -- know what I mean? I guess the word was already
getting around about the two stone foxes at the end of the bar. We had
a few laughs over it, and got to be good friends. I was really getting
hot for her, and she looked like she felt the same for me.
Jade took me back to her place. It wasn't much, but it was a roof over
my head. Jade said I was welcome to stay until I found a place, and
that she would help me pick up my stuff from storage in the morning. I
kissed her lightly on the cheek, thanked her, then started to turn to
go over to the couch. Jade put her hand gently on my arm.
"No. Stay here with me tonight, Amber," she said softly.
How could I resist an offer like that? I was so randy for her all
night, I couldn't think straight. I put my arms around her neck,
pressed my bod against hers and kissed her, gently at first, then like
a five-alarm fire. We couldn't get out of our dresses fast enough. We
lay together in our garterbelts, stockings and heels, fucking ourselves
into oblivion with Jade's double-dildo. Afterward, we cuddled tenderly
all night. The next few days were like a dream. Jade helped me move
in and get settled. I had clothes that even I didn't remember (Where
did I get this stuff?). Jade gave a little cry of joy when she
discovered my corsets. She insisted I just HAD to wear one for her
right away! I think she enjoyed yanking those laces tight, crushing my
waist down to nineteen inches. I told her turnabout was fair play, and
I took my turn corsetting her for me. We spent all of our time
together in corsets, stockings, and five-inch spikes, and dressed each
other in the evenings for ourselves, as much as for the boys. We
hooked together, sometimes on the streets, sometimes the clubs.
Everytime I turned a trick, I found myself thinking about humping Jade.
Today is clinic day! I have so much to tell Janice -- oops! Well,
maybe not EVERYTHING. I tried to get Jade to come with me, but she is
still too nervous about confronting Janice. There's something going on
between them that Jade won't talk about. I spent some bucks and got a
new outfit to wear today. I'm starting with a black satin corset,
black lace bikini, and black stockings. I slipped a silky black
camisole over my head and let its lacy top settle over my naked
breasts. I had the dark grey, wool suit tailored to fit my body REAL
tight. The skirt goes just past the knee and limits me to about
twelve-inch steps. The jacket is V'ed to show off my camisole (and my
jiggling boobs underneath!), nipped in to accent my nineteen-inch
waist, then flares into a snug-fitting peplum. I stepped into a pair
of five-inch black patent spikes and was ready to go. I looked
business-like, but `on the make' -- kinda like a smart, efficient
secretary who was doing a little hanky-panky with the boss! Jade's
eyes kinda glazed over, and I could tell I had to get outta here real
quick, before she ripped my clothes off me again.
I didn't realize so many of my tricks worked here at the clinic! True,
I hadn't seen any of them since I moved uptown, but it's kinda scary
walking down the hall and having all the guys say "Hi, Amber" and
remember when I did them in my old place, or a car, or even a dark
alley. What if they told Janice? I had to wait a while in the outer
office, along with a couple of Janice's other `girls'. I could tell
they were green with envy of me. Sorry, Girls, we can't all be
beautiful. If we were, I'd be out of work! Janice hugged me and
kissed me on the cheek, like I was her long, lost sister, and ushered
me into her office.
"Amber! You look stunning. Is that a new suit? It looks MARVELOUS on
you! I just KNEW you wouldn't have any trouble finding a job. You
look like quite the career woman. Come, sit down and get comfortable.
We have so MUCH to talk about!"
I sat down on the couch, swung my legs up, then looked up expectantly
into Janice's eyes. She smiled down impishly at me.
"ARE YOU HAVING FUN, RICHARD?"
"JANICE! Oh, my God! I've been fucking MEN all week, and loving it!
I'm going to strangle the life out of yo -- I CAN'T MOVE! What have you
done to me, you BITCH?"
Janice chuckled and patted my cheek lovingly.
"Poor Baby. I thought you might have a nasty reaction when I brought
you out again, so I took the precaution of implanting the command that
`Richard' is paralyzed. You are also extremely receptive to my
suggestions. I said I was going to TALK to you from time to time,
remember? You will just lie there, and I will do whatever I feel like
doing to you; then `Amber' will come back, perfectly normal, and won't
remember a thing. So, how is your `roomie', Jade?"
"How did you know I was living with Jade?"
Janice winked at me.
"Oh, I have my ways. The two of you were such randy little sluts
before I changed you, I think it is just precious that my two gems,
Amber and Jade, are shacking up together again. You have become quite
the little whore, haven't you?"
"You ought to know -- you MADE me this way!"
She beamed down at me with glowing eyes.
"Yes, I certainly did, didn't I? And I must confess, I REALLY like the
results. Every time I see you, I get -- ideas. Oh, did I tell you?
I've taken a new lover. He's a football player, and a REAL stud. He's
much more a man than you ever were -- or ever will be again! Be a good
girl, and I might share him with you."
The realization hit me like a ton of bricks. I WAS a girl now.
Whether I liked it or not, my life was changed -- forever. I couldn't
even lift a finger in protest! Tears welled up in my eyes.
"There, there now; don't cry, Baby. It's all for the best. You really
are happier now. Your life is so much simpler. All you have to do is
fuck for a living. And you LOVE to fuck. You can't get enough. Now,
sleep tight, and we'll talk again sometime. CHECK YOUR MAKE-UP,
AMBER!"
"Wha -- Gee, I'm sorry, Janice! I must have dozed off. I guess I'm
not getting my `beauty sleep'. Did I miss anything important?"
"No, Dear, not at all. In fact, I was just commenting how good you
looked today."
"You really think so? I dressed JUST for you. I wanted you to be
proud of me."
She leaned forward in her chair, reached into my jacket with her right
hand, and fondled by breast through the silk camisole. The sensation
was incredible. The she kissed me softly on the lips.
"Yes, Honey, I'm very proud. And more. A lot more."
I sighed expressively and pulled her down on top of me.
"I was HOPING you would say that."
Why am I always so damn horny after I leave Janice's office? Making
it with her just seemed to make it worse, not better. I scored a quick
fuck with Mason, the orderly (and one of my former johns) in the linen
closet. He only had twenty-five dollars to offer me, but I would have
taken him on if it had only been twenty-five cents; he is hung like a
horse, and I needed it bad! I gave Jade a real workout with the
double-ended dildo when I got home. She had no complaints about my
randiness; she used every trick in the book to make me hotter! I do
know that we launched each other into lunar orbit before we were
through.
Jade and I had gotten real close, and our love games were paying off
big-time. We were real well-known on the street; know what I mean?
Johns were asking for us by name. We were even getting jobs at private
parties; people LOVE to watch two sexy sluts get it on! We now cleared
enough to move out of the dump we had been living in and into a much
nicer place. We never gave a thought to getting separate apartments;
we wanted to stay together, period.
One night, while I held her in my arms, Jade told me about all the
rotten things that had happened to her as a kid; stuff she had never
even told Janice. Her mom had gotten a kick out of dressing up her
delicate young son as a girl. I guess she always wanted a daughter, or
something. Anyway, one day when he was sixteen, she got him all dolled
up and introduced her `daughter Jade' to her husband. He went
ballistic! He screamed that the only things girls were good for were
sucking and fucking, and if that's what his kid wanted, it was fine
with him! With that, he pulled out his cock, stuck it in Jade's mouth,
and made her suck him off. After that, he made her eat her mother's
pussy while he fucked Jade's virgin ass. Afterwards, her dad told her
mom that it was all right with him if she turned Jade into a girl, but
the "little cunt" would have to earn her keep. To Jade's horror, her
mother agreed! From that time on, Jade lived full-time as their
`daughter' and turned tricks which they set up for her. She hadn't
been `abandoned', like she told Janice; she ran away.
She made her way here - broke, scared, and alone - and made a living
the only way she knew how. She found out about Janice and the Clinic
through the other `girls' she met on the streets. She was able to hide
most of her past (hey, we're ALL good actresses, Honey) and paid her
way through the program with trick money. She knew Janice would never
condone her lifestyle and would bounce her out of the program if she
found out Jade was hooking, so she kept her mouth shut. She really did
try to `go straight', but she couldn't get a job and the money was
running out. One night she had gone back to Tush Street and met a guy
who seemed nice and had money. She was desperate, so she hustled him.
She felt so guilty about it later that she just couldn't face Janice
again; that's when she dropped out of councilling. I asked her why she
hadn't just gone back to living as a boy when she first left home; why
had she gone `all the way'? She just shrugged her shoulders a little
and told me she didn't really know how anymore. She had just gone from
one trick to the next, hoping to find - something, anything she could
believe in. Then she gave me a little squeeze and told me she finally
had - me. I was close to tears. I told her that what her folks had
done to her was really sick, and promised I would never, ever let
anyone abuse her like that again. Then I hugged her tightly and rocked
her to sleep.
We got a gig at a private swing party in a lakeshore high-rise. Hal,
the guy giving the party, told me a friend had given him our names. He
wanted us to do a "scene" to get his guests in the right mood.
"Sure, no problem. We'll get 'em hot enough to melt their shorts."
The party was a bunch of doctors, lawyers, stockbrokers, and Corporate-
types who were into kink, but wouldn't dream of getting "down 'n dirty"
on the street. That's OK with us; doing a show for "tourists" is fun
and easy money. Getting them hot, horny, and willing in a place they
feel safe ALWAYS leads to some action on the side - for which we can
charge BIG bucks to guys like these. Jade tugged on my arm and nodded
towards the windows.
"Janice is here."
Sure enough, there she was - on the arm of some stud I recognized from
T.V.; the quarterback of the local football team, I think. But this
Janice was an entirely different person. She wore a tight-fitting red
silk blouse, open at the neck to show a lot of boob, and an equally
tight-fitting black spandex miniskirt. She was braless and, from the
way her stud was fondling her between her legs, pantiless too. She was
all over him like a cheap suit, cupping her boobs with her hands for
his admiring glances, rubbing her cunt up against his crotch, and
blatantly sticking her tongue in his ear. I couldn't imagine prim,
proper Dr. Janice Foster putting on a display like this in public,
even here. I mentioned that to Hal, and he smirked.
"She wouldn't be caught dead looking like that - if she had a choice.
She doesn't. I know her both personally AND professionally; we are
both Psychiatrists. She's always had a reputation as a `cold fish'.
Lance, her boyfriend, asked me to help him play a little trick on her.
The three of us had dinner here earlier this evening. I slipped a
little `something extra' into Janice's wine; a powerful hypnotic drug.
We put her on the couch and I put her under. I `loosened her up' quite
a bit for the occasion. A bit unethical, perhaps, but no real harm
done."
"Wow, you mean she's in a trance or something?"
"Not really. I brought her out for the party, with a strong post-
hypnotic suggestion that she wants to flaunt herself freely with Lance
and everyone else for the rest of the evening. She will wake up
tomorrow her usual self. She may not believe she could have done such
a thing, but she will remember it, and enjoy it. We always say
hypnosis can't make someone do something they don't want to do. From
the looks of things, Janice has been denying herself a lot of guilty
pleasures."
"Wow, that's neat! I always thought Janice was too stiff."
"Well, now we can let some of the `starch' out of her from time to
time. I planted a trigger phrase that will activate the post-hypnotic
suggestion later."
"Wait a minute. You mean you can make her like this anytime, just by
saying a few words?"
"It requires some follow-up conditioning, but essentially, yes."
"Cool!"
I nuzzled up to Hal suggestively, casually grabbing his cock through
his pants in a way no one else could see.
"Doctor, I wonder if you would mind stepping into my `office' for a
moment. We have a little `business' to discuss."
I backed him into the bedroom and shut the door behind us. I came out
twenty minutes later, grinning like I had just swallowed a canary. I
had a good lay (he wasn't bad, for a doctor), an `understanding' about
a future exchange of `services', and something MUCH more valuable!
We did our "scene", and the audience was so turned-on by it that
several of them paired off and fucked right there in front of everyone.
Jade and I spent the next couple of hours taking on all "Cummers"
wherever they wanted it; bedroom, bathroom, on top of the pool table,
standing against a wall, anywhere.
"My goodness, you two really do fuck like bunnies, don't you?"
"Janice! What a NICE surprise! Whatever happened to your boyfriend?"
"The asshole is passed out in the bedroom - just when I needed him
most!"
She gazed longingly at Jade and me; I could tell she wanted it in the
worst way.
"I've always wanted to see the two of you in action together. When my
friend Hal told me he wanted a sex show to spice up his party, I told
him to look you up. I must say, your - enthusiasm - for your work is a
REAL turn-on."
I smiled wickedly.
"Enthusiasm? You haven't got a clue, Honey. I'll SHOW you
`enthusiasm'!"
With that, I grabbed her silk blouse with both fists and ripped it from
her shapely body. Jade followed my lead, tearing away Janice's
slim-fitting skirt. Together, we overpowered Janice, forcing her
backwards and down on the couch. I sat on her abdomen, alternately
kissing her plush lips and sucking her breasts, while Jade ate her
pussy and clit. Janice's protests soon became screams of ecstasy as
wave after wave of orgasm washed over her. She became a woman
possessed, fondling, licking, sucking each of us to orgasms of our own.
The effect of our impromptu "scene" was easy to predict; soon the couch
was a mass of writhing bodies, with Janice, Jade, and me taking on any
cock, any pussy that came our way. With a few whispered suggestions to
our host, I made sure that Janice was made to service every man there,
sometimes two or three at a time, while everyone voiced their approval
of her wicked performance.
We didn't let it end there. I found out that her `session' with Hal
had left her submissive and very receptive to our suggestions as well.
After the party ended, we dressed her in a spare outfit I had in my
tote bag - a silver spandex, off-the-shoulder top and a black leather
mini. We made her up whorishly, slipped her feet into a pair of five
inch spike heels, and took her out with us to work the streets. She
did it, too; here was this proper, professional lady wontonly fucking
complete strangers in the back seats of their cars and loving it. What
a sight!
Dawn was breaking when we "released" Janice to go home. She thanked us
for an "incredible evening", and made us promise that we would BOTH
come to see her at her office at 2:00 that afternoon. Jade and I made
our way home and to bed, and fell immediately into a deep, dreamless
sleep.
We slept until noon, then got dressed and went to Janice's office to
keep our appointment. Janice took Jade into her office first and kept
her there for an hour. Finally she opened the door and ushered me in.
Jade was sitting in the chair in front of Janice's desk, knocked out
from hypnosis.
"Come, sit down on the couch and get comfortable, Amber," Janice said
soothingly. I did, and gazed expectantly into her eyes.
"ARE YOU HAVING FUN, RICHARD?"
"I ought to be furious with you, but that wouldn't do any good, would
it? After all, I can't move a muscle in my current condition. The
fact is, yes, I AM having fun. I am enjoying my life more than I ever
have before."
"I am so glad, Richard, because you have also done a wonderful job for
me. I told you at the beginning of all this that I was worried about
what your crass behavior had done to Jade. I knew that she would not
come back here on her own, and that she would not trust anyone she knew
from the clinic. I had to find someone else to bring her in, someone
like herself who could get close to her and earn her trust. I needed a
`Gemini', a twin of Jade, with whom she could identify. It seemed only
fitting that since you were the cause of all this trouble, you should
also be the solution, so I transformed you into a lascivious little
slut, trained you in all the `proper' techniques, and instructed you
through hypnosis to find Jade, get close to her, and convince her to
come back here. She and I have just had a long `chat', and it seems
you have done even better than that. She loves you, or rather, she
loves Amber. She brought me `up to speed' on what really happened with
her parents. She told me that you have given her the trust and caring
that she never had before. She feels good about herself, and says you
are the reason why. I suggested that she didn't need to hook anymore,
and she said that you made her feel `sexy', and that this was something
intimate the two of you shared. I wouldn't have understood that until
last night, but now I think I do."
"Does that mean I can come home now, and be Richard again?"
Janice looked down at me with that same longing gaze as the night
before.
"Nooo, I don't think so. Jade still needs you very much, and Lance
satisfies me much more than you, Richard, ever did. To be honest, I
LOVE you this way; you are a SUPER turn-on as a whore. No, Richard,
you already ARE home - as Amber. But I'll tell you what - I'm going to
give you and Jade a little `wedding present'; I am going to assign to
you the income from the rental of your seat on the Exchange. You and
Jade will be able to live quite comfortably on that, even if the two of
you decide to go on hooking. Actually, I hope you do; I had a
WONDERFUL time with you last night! Perhaps we can do it again
sometime - soon, I hope."
"Oh, I think I can arrange that."
"I'll bet you can. This will be the last time we speak, Richard. I
want to sincerely thank you for all your help. Thanks to you, Jade is
a whole person for the first time in her life. I, too, have learned
things about my sexuality that I never dreamed of. And we both owe it
all to you. I would like you to remember that - but of course you
won't, will you? Oh, well. Good-bye, Sweetheart."
"No, wait - Jan..."
"CHECK YOUR MAKEUP, AMBER."
"Oh, wow, Janice. I must have fallen asleep again! I don't know WHAT
it is about our sessions that relaxes me so."
"Think nothing of it, Dear. I just took the time to clean up some
loose ends with one of my cases."
"Gee, Jade is still out. Is she all right?"
"She's fine, Dear. I'll wake her up a little later. I have a surprise
for the two of you. In the meantime..."
"DON'T YOU JUST LOVE TO FUCK, JANICE?"
She put down her notepad, took off her glasses, removed her hair combs,
and shook her head, allowing her rich, chestnut hair to swing freely.
She gazed down at me with naked lust in her eyes as she unbuttoned her
blouse.
"...isn't it time we got re-acquainted, Amber?"
I sighed and pulled her down on me.
"I thought you would never ask," I replied breathlessly, crushing her
lips with mine. Giggle. It worked. Thanks, Hal.
Where should I begin? Jade and I bought a condo in Hal's building. We
started one of those 900 phone services, and the money is rolling in.
We are fixtures at Hal's frequent swing parties - as is Janice. She is
coming along nicely in her `therapy', thanks to Hal. It's worth all
the freebies I give him; Janice has become so much more - expressive.
I personally watched her do the ENTIRE football team. Well, maybe I
helped out a little; those studs are REALLY built! Jade and I are
happy. Lance is happy. Even Janice is happy. You don't believe me?
Ask her yourself - she's down at the end of the bar, hustling that john
sitting next to her.