CHAPTER 22
Joe was awakened by Monica shaking him. "Come on sleepy head.
Wake up. It's dinner time, you slept all afternoon."
Joe remembered distinctly the graphic visions he had dreamed.
He didn't want to talk, or even think, about them. Noticing that
his mini-skirt had risen up over his thighs, Joe tugged it down as
he got up on his high-heeled feet. Joe discovered that he was
hungry, but was surprised to find himself still tired. "Well they
say too much sleep is the same as not enough," he recalled, and
thought no more about it.
The two lovelies went to dinner, after Joe paused to refresh
his perfume. He loved the scent. Monica laughed silently. "Boy, if
only he knew."
The boys in the lab had concocted the stuff and called it "Eau
d' Joe." It had been formulated with the sole objective of
attracting men. It contained all the scents that the masculine
psyche found sexy and alluring on a woman, and was liberally laced
with female pheromones, which not only served to inflame Joe's
remaining masculine passions, but also those of any male who might
be within range of the compelling fragrance.
After dinner, Monica took Joe to the island's theater, where
they watched a movie. Joe experienced weird emotions running
through his body. He wrote them off as being induced by the well-
made thriller. It never dawned on him, that those vivid sensations
coincided with the appearance of the movie's handsome star on the
screen.
On the way back, Monica picked up a bottle of wine. When they
got to Joe's room, she said. "Joe, go in and take a shower and get
ready for bed. I'll get a corkscrew and some glasses."
Joe showered, avoiding any contact with his remodeled gender.
His earlier interest had worn off, and he didn't want to deal with
it now. Joe dried and put on his most attractive negligee of
shimmering pink satin and lace. He loved both the way it felt, and
the way it displayed his magnificent body.
Monica returned. She had changed into a blue satin and lace
teddy covered by a matching short gown. She opened the wine and
poured to glasses handing one to Joe.
"So tell me Joe. How did you like the first day with your new
body?"
The abruptness of Monica's question caught Joe off-guard.
Joe and Monica weren't the only ones enjoying a sip of the
grape. In her office, Dr. van Damme and Dave Weinstein savored a
rare tipple as they watched the unfolding scene.
"Here's where Monica earns her pay," said Dave.
After a minute, Joe started crying. "Oh Monica. I don't know.
Part of me likes it; looking so sexy and wearing such fantastic
clothes. But inside I'm still a man. It hurts so much; every minute
that I'm in this body. It's so degrading to know that I'll never
escape from this masquerade. What can I do." By this time he was
was weeping.
"Don't cry Joe." Monica lifted up his chin and gently kissed
him on the lips."When you can't change something, accept it, and
try and make the most of it."
Monica hugged Joe until his tears subsided, then lifted the
sniffling man up and carried him to the bed. Joe hadn't known the
big girl's strength. Monica got into bed with Joe and kissed him
passionately, while easing the straps of his negligee over his
shoulders, uncovering his well-developed breasts. Monica tenderly
fondled each in turn, feeling his nipples harden.
Monica gave Joe a long-lingering kiss, examining every corner
of his mouth with her tongue. She then turned her attention to his
breasts, licking and sucking first one then the other, until both
were stiff with desire. Joe didn't know what to make of this, but
he knew that he liked it. He felt very hot between his legs and the
sensation that he was getting a hard-on was back. Joe moaned with
pleasure when Monica placed her hands under his hips and trailed
her tongue down across his belly to find the lips of his vagina
moist and enlarged with his passion.
Monica flicked her tongue over Joe's vulva then teasingly
poked it back and forth between the lips. Joe spread his legs even
wider as Monica took her hands out from under him, using her
fingers to gently stretch his cunt wider. With her tongue, Monica
found Joe's clit, which had been fashioned from the sensitive
tissue of his cock and contained the penile nerves. Seeming to
recall it's previous function, it swelled, trying to become erect.
Monica took it in her mouth and sucked and nibbled on it with her
teeth.
Delirious with pleasure, Joe took his hands with their long
red nails and grabbed his breasts. Taking a nipple between each
thumb and fore-finger, he pinched them, sending even more waves of
pleasure through his body. He tried to grind his crotch against
Monica's face but she pulled away. Joe wished she'd continue eating
his pussy, but instead Monica kissed Joe on the mouth again. "Being
a girl can be enjoyable Joe."
When they broke for air, Monica whispered. "Joe dear. I have
a surprise for you. Rising on the bed she undid the belt of her
gown. Reaching down she unsnapped the crotch of her teddy and
pulled it up. Out popped an erect cock. Monica was a man!
Joe didn't know what to think of this, he was both frightened
and fascinated by it. "Monica. What? ... I don't know ... "
Pushing Joe back on the bed Monica said, "There, there Joe. I
promise I'll be gentle with you."
Joe wasn't aware of it, but his subliminal programming had
pre-disposed his masculine mind to accept the orientation of a
heterosexual female and Monica had been chosen to be the agent of
Joe's introduction to this lifestyle. Since his mind was still male
and he really lusted after the pretty blonde, her apparent
femininity would overcome any objections his masculine ego might
raise.
Giving up, Joe decided to go with the flow, and he laid back
and relaxed, as Monica resumed licking his hot pussy. After a short
interval, Joe was writhing in pleasure again. Positioning herself
between Joe's legs, Monica rubbed the head of her cock against
Joe's cunt.
Joe was too far gone to care what happened now. Monica
inserted her shaft slightly between the lips of Joe's pussy,
letting his new cunt get used to penetration for the first time.
When she felt the time was right, Monica rammed the entire length
of her large cock into Joe. At this Joe took notice; letting go of
his breasts and opening his eyes to look at Monica. It dawned on
him with a flash.
HE WAS BEING FUCKED.
LIKE A GIRL.
AND HE LOVED IT!
Monica began a slow piston-like movement. Joe pulled her close
to him, put his legs up over her hips, and crossed his ankles. Joe
was amazed at the sensations he felt as Monica's prick penetrated
deep inside him. He could feel every inch as it slid in and out of
his hot wet cunt. It was so intense, so exciting. He was panting
now, and making faint unintentional moaning sounds. Joe could feel
Monica's cock swell and his body was racked by spasms, accompanied
by louder moans as he experienced his first female orgasm,just as
the she-male commenced pumping her load of cum into him.
The die was cast. Joe now had a female element in his mind
that his will could not control. Never would he turn away from a
session with a stiff prick. Joe collapsed into a limp bundle and as
Monica withdrew her spent cock, he curled up; tired and worn out.
"Just like a man." Thought Monica. "After sex, all they want to do
is roll over and go to sleep. Well he'll learn a hard lesson
shortly."
Joe was startled out of his daze by the awareness that
Monica's cock was pressing against his ass hole. He clenched it
tight, but Monica pushed harder and the shaft, still lubricated
with his pussy juice, was finally forced past his sphincter and
driven into his lovely behind. Joe felt himself become aroused
again, as the she-male's balls slapped against his butt. It was
very unconventional, but for some reason he desired it.
Powerless as the stimulation overcame his reason, Joe put one
hand between his legs and played with his pussy. Finally, Joe
orgasmed again, then Monica did and withdrew her cock from his ass.
Dr. van Damme raised her glass in a toast. "To the new Joseph
Watson. I gave him the body of an exaggeratedly voluptuous woman,
while you provided the appetites and impulses of a horny slut."
They sipped their champagne.
"Not only that," said Dave. "But Joe cannot fathom what's
going on with his body, he cannot exert any conscious control over
it's conditioned behavior. Joe definitely won't want to be involved
all the proceedings that he will be, but as far as his body is
concerned, his conscious mind is a passive spectator, no matter how
degrading a performance it puts on. Joe is trapped in an endless
loop; his mind rebels while his body compels.
