1 comments/ 54925 views/ 5 favorites Gorgeous Ch. 01 By: CharlotteRose "Now go to sleep, and when you wake up, the two of you will have switched bodies." I wanted to believe her, even though I didn't believe in magic. Charlotte and I got comfortable in my bed. I didn't really know Charlotte that well. She was an acquaintance. She and I were both friends with Jane, who spent her time as part of a group of "lipstick lesbians". I had come out to Jane as a lesbian. Not a gay man, but a gay woman. She had accepted me. I had said to Jane, "I feel so ugly as a man. I look at a beautiful woman, and I wish I could be inside her body, wearing her clothes." We had determined that I should try dressing up as a woman. We had set a date and time, and Jane was supposed to bring some of her lesbian friends over. I had been looking forward to it for ages. How could anything be sexier? "If only you didn't have that one-shot unit," Jane had said. "We could make you come for hours." The situation had changed, though, before the expected day. Jane's friend Charlotte began dating a witch, who had assured her that she could turn her into an actual man. This had been Charlotte's lifelong wish. She may have been utterly gorgeous--with long, curly blonde hair, stunning blue-green eyes, and an incredible, lush eighteen-year-old body--but her greatest wish was to be a heterosexual man. Charlotte told Jane about it. Apparently the witch couldn't actually turn her into a man, but knew a way to put her in to the body of a man, if she could find a man who would want to make the switch. Jane said to her, "I know just the person." So before the day came to dress up, Jane, Charlotte, and Emily (who was the witch) came to see me. They explained the situation, and Charlotte asked me a thousand questions about my physical health. She said, "Strip down now. I need to inspect your body." So I stripped out of my clothes, while the three women watched, and Charlotte spent the next hour making a thorough investigation of my body. My cock was so hard during all this that it was throbbing, but Charlotte only showed interest in it as something she might one day have herself. Instead of sliding it into her luscious mouth--as I had been hoping she would--she asked me questions about it, sometimes pulling at it, to see how hard it could get. Eventually she was satisfied, and the date was set for that night. My nerves were on fire, but for the most part I didn't believe it would actually happen. If it did, that was all right. In the big city, when you don't know anyone, it's easy to be someone else. Nothing held me back on that account. The thought of becoming a beautiful young woman, and staying that way for the rest of my life, was not difficult to consider. It was all I'd ever wanted. Emily, Jane and Charlotte came by around ten in the evening. Charlotte was stunning, as always, though her taste in clothing was regrettable. She had a fancy for baseball caps, tee shirts and blue jeans. If only it could really happen; I would make a better woman. Really, she had no appreciation for what she had. Jane and Emily were supportive, but distracted. Apparently they believed that I was getting the better end of the deal, and felt sad for Charlotte. Charlotte herself was thoroughly excited. She was stuck on the notion that, with my body and face, she would have excellent luck with women. I decided that she would have better luck than I did, as I was too timid and feminine. Charlotte was more of a man. She would be comfortable in my body. We waited until midnight. The conversation was subdued. The four of us sat in my living room, chatting pleasantly, but never about the subject at hand. The hour struck. Emily looked at Jane, then at Charlotte and I, and drew two phials out of her purse. I had expected some sort of dramatic incantation, but there was none. Rather, Emily instructed Charlotte and I to each take a draught, and handed us the bottles. The potion was sweet, slightly perfumey, and had a warming effect on the body. I felt extremely sleepy, as did Charlotte, and the two of us were led to my bedroom. "Now go to sleep," Emily told us softly, "and when you wake up, the two of you will have switched bodies." It wasn't hard to drift off. Charlotte was asleep even faster than I was. I watched her for a moment, wondering what it would feel like to be her. If nothing else, I would get a good night's sleep. I barely dreamt that night. The only dream I had was a short one. I was in Charlotte's body, and I was talking to a lesbian. The conversation must not have been that important, because I don't recall any of it. The other woman, though, began to flirt with me. She was just reaching her hand in between my legs when I woke up. I felt extremely disoriented. I groaned, but the voice that made the groan was not deep, as it was supposed to be, but high and delicate. I gasped, and sat up in my bed. I was alone, and I was Charlotte. However long it took me to fully grasp the situation, eventually it sank in that I was a sexy young woman. I first rubbed my hands together, and felt how thin and soft they were. I instinctively slid my hand underneath my tee shirt and felt my breasts. They were large and firm. The nipples were hard, and pushing through the satin and lace bra I was wearing. They were also sensitive, and squeezing them between my fingers sent thrills all the way down to my feet. I felt so overpowered and aroused, and yet I wasn't hard. I pushed the sheets off of me and undid the buttons on my blue jeans. I was wearing a grey satin thong. It was tight against my crotch, and yet there was nothing there to get in the way. I slid my fingers into my panties, and felt my vagina and clitoris for the first time. My vagina was hot and wet, and my clitoris was hard. It was also extremely sensitive. I reached in further and pushed two fingers into my vagina. How new! This felt so good. It was the experience I had always dreamed about. I began to buck my crotch against my hand, rubbing faster and faster, but was interrupted when Jane and Emily walked into the room. "I see you've already gotten down to business," laughed Jane. "How does it feel?" "Oh," I began to say, stopping suddenly at the sound of my beautiful, feminine voice. "Oh," I continued, "it feels heavenly." Emily sat down on the edge of the bed. She smiled, reached her hand out, and touched my cheek. "Yes, darling. I thought that it would." She then leaned forward and whispered, "You should see yourself. You're utterly gorgeous." Jane nodded. "Yes. She's beautiful." "Isn't she, though?" said Emily, turning toward Jane. "She has so much to look forward to." I sat up in bed. "Where did Charlotte go?" Jane and Emily both smiled. Jane asked, "Who?" I felt so sexy. I said to them, "I mean ... you know. Where is he?" "Oh, he left early this morning. I think he wanted to get a head start on his new life." "Well," I said. "That's fine with me. I never want to see him again." "And you won't," breathed Emily, and kissed me. I touched her face, and ran my new fingers through her curly black hair. She moaned appreciatively, and cupped one of my breasts. "Beautiful," she whispered. The sensation was indescribable. I was finally who I wanted to be, and it was even better than I could have dreamed. "Let's get you out of those clothes," said Jane, climbing on to the bed beside Emily. "Yes," I said breathlessly. "She did have such masculine tastes." Emily laughed, pulling my tee off. "Leave my bra on," I said. Emily and Jane said, in unison, "Of course!" They pulled off my blue jeans without ceremony. The gray satin thong stayed firmly in place. Emily looked back at me and laughed. "My, you are quite wet, aren't you?" She pushed two fingers through the satin of my panties and between the lips of my pussy. "Do you feel how wet you are?" I only gasped, and squeezed my breasts. I closed my eyes. "You won't believe how this feels," whispered Jane, and placed her mouth between my legs. I felt warm, pulsing electricity shoot through me. I was trembling, and writhing on the bed in ecstasy. Emily and Jane kissed, licked and rubbed my entire body. "You're so beautiful, Charlotte," whispered Emily. "You're so beautiful." "What is my last name?" I managed to ask, while I felt the onrush of an orgasmic tidal wave. "Rose," whispered Jane, suddenly sliding her fingers inside my pussy. "Your name is Charlotte Rose." I came then, shuddering from head to foot. Jane and Emily kissed me, and then told me to lie back and spread my legs. They made me come again, and again. All that morning I discovered joy after joy. Eventually I was too exhausted to continue, and lay with the two of them. "Rest for a few minutes," said Jane, as she stroked my hair. "Then we'll take you shopping." Gorgeous Ch. 01 Disclaimer: This story is fiction cast in the future. No resemblance to persons living or dead is intended or should be inferred. * While delivering his first lecture on Statistics, Professor Harold Wolfgang entertains the bored mass of his students with some jokes. He defines statistician in a number of ways: "A statistician puts his head in the oven and his feet in the refrigerator and, on the average, he feels just fine. A statistician is a mathematician broken down by age and sex. A statistician is a mathematician who lacks the personality to be an accountant." So the seminal introductory ideas were disseminated. Day by day, Harold can feel his Parkinson's disease advancing. Mundane, banal, routine chores require extraordinary effort. The disease has plagued the elderly from earliest times. The symptoms can be alleviated, but the inevitable progression cannot. Briefly stated: The disease is irreversible, progressive, and incurable. "No matter how bad today is," Harold jests, "tomorrow will be worse." In the faculty lounge, Harry takes his pills with coffee. Dr. Schwinger comes and joins him. "Is that Dopamine, Harold?" the good doctor asks. He already knows from the grapevine the issue. "Among other things, my good friend," Harold replies. "I fear that this will be my last class. I am already looking into assisted living." "Why not move to your quaint, rustic, bucolic cabin in the high hills and procure a sentient gynoid to service you?" Dr. Schwinger asks. "Not viable!" Harold interjects. He is embarrassed by the symptoms of the disease, including Erectile Dysfunction (E.D.). "I have a possible cure!" Dr. Swinger remarks. "It's years from being certified for human use. In fact, we have only recently been permitted to do studies with mice. However, I have some prepared, for whomever is brave enough to try the experimental drug." "What have I to lose?" Harold retorts. "Soon the medicine I'm taking will become impotent and ineffective. Then there is no exit or return." "Come by my office tomorrow, old friend, and be prepared for a change in your life." Dr. Swinger promises. That evening the professor can barely sleep. His mind races through various scenarios and statistical sample spaces. He does check to see that his advanced medical directive (AMD) are current, notarized, and witnessed. Like many whose years are greater than "threescore and ten," he fears the real possibility of being trapped in a permanent vegetative state (PVS). An earworm, a piece of music sticking in one's mind, resonates. It is "Love Potion Number Nine." He imagines a vial of elixir with foul odor and nauseous taste. The drug is to be injected via a hypodermic syringe. "Just a little sting," Dr. Swinger remarks. "Try and relax. Tell what you are experiencing, Harold. I will be recording." "I am running, running, running!" Harold reports. "It's almost as if I were a beast being pursued by hunters and hounds. It's like some old black-and-white movie, a "Film Noir." Harold lapses into a torpor. It is almost like suspended animation. Dr. Swinger is concerned, but decides to allow the patient to remain comatose. After about an hour with no noticeable change, Dr. Swinger leaves his patient to relieve himself on the toilet. Returning, Professor Harold Wolfgang is nowhere to be found. Dr. Swinger is worried and concerned. He calls security to lock down the building and search for the professor. The building is search but Harold is not found. On the roof, however, a torn pile of clothes is found. It was almost as if the clothes were ripped off by some wild carnivore---a mountain lion, or bear, or (gulp) a wolf. Campus security is called. They examine the roof of the building and decide that only a helicopter could retrieve anything from the roof. To leap to the next roof is beyond any human's ability. The campus police fill out a report and decide to wait the compulsory forty-eight hours before filing a Missing Person's Report. The do question Dr. Swinger, but he conceals the fact that an experimental drug was used. He remarks that Professor Wolfgang was only there for a routine physical exam. It came to pass that that selfsame day there was a convention on campus of heroes, heroines, and villains. There are caped crusaders, furries [sic], aliens, and mutants. Harold enters the expo. But he is no longer professor Harold---he is a furry monster. His Parkinson's disease is in full remission. But at what price? A Super Girl costumed caped crusader approaches the werewolf. "What a cool avatar," she murmurs. His eyes are transfixed on the youthful coed. She is nineteen years old, 5'6", and 35B-25-35. The measurements of a model no less. 17 September 2012 Gorgeous Ch. 02 I wanted to hop in the shower, especially as it would give me an opportunity to explore my new body, but I didn't have a change of clothes. I did linger in the bathroom, though, staring at myself in the mirror. There was something different about Charlotte, now that I was her. She didn't seem so tough and aggressive. Her face had become gentle and soft. I hadn't been wrong. I really was a woman. It was so obvious. Jane came up behind me and ran a hand down my back, cupping my bottom. "You were born for this body, Charlotte." "Yes. I can see that now." "Come on. We're going out and getting you a new wardrobe." "How will I ... um?" "Don't worry, Charlotte. You're a rich girl. Haven't you checked your credit cards?" "My credit cards?" Jane kissed me on the shoulder. "That's so like you. I think--" She kissed me again. "--you make a better woman than he did." I turned around, and kissed Jane on the mouth. She pushed my bottom up against the bathroom sink, and lovingly caressed my body. It wasn't the time to make love, though, and after a few moments our mouths parted and we both laughed. "Come on. Get dressed," said Jane. My grey satin panties were wet in the front panel, but the scent wasn't too strong. I didn't think anyone would notice. My blue jeans felt so different. I had a woman's hips, and a firm, round bottom. I did without the baseball cap. That was going to have to go. "Are you ready?" asked Emily, poking her head into my bedroom. The reality of it came to me suddenly. I was going to go outside. I had always imagined it in a different way. I would dress up as a woman, with the makeup and wig, and would decide not to hide it anymore. I would step out into the hallway of my building, then down to the first floor, and with every step dread the first time I would be seen. Then I would be seen, and it would take a few seconds ... but the look of shock would come. Then more people would see, and I would command all attention. Stares, whispers, laughter. I would have to hold up my head and be proud of who I was, but inside I would be dying. I was dressed, though, and ready to go, so I decided not to dwell on it. Emily and Jane went out into the hallway, and, after lingering for a moment, I took the plunge and followed them. I closed the door of my apartment and locked it. I was outside now. The first person to see me was the sexiest woman in the building. What a good portent. She smiled at me, and I said hello. There was no double-take; no sign of recognition. She had no idea. The four of us stood waiting for the elevator, not saying anything. The woman leaned toward me and said, half in a whisper, "You know, some women can wear white tees. I wish I could." I didn't know what to do. Without thinking, I looked over at her, looked at her body, then back up at her face and said, sweetly, "I think a white tee would look quite good on you." Was that the right thing to say? My stomach dropped. Certainly, if I had been a man, it would have been a terribly inappropriate thing to tell her. She smiled and said, "You think so?" "Oh yes," I replied. "You have a very nice body." She reached a hand out and touched my shoulder. "Thank you. That's a sweet thing to say." Oh, I wanted her so badly. It was amazing to me that I could be so turned on, and yet not betray it with an ill-timed erection. The elevator came, and we went down to the first floor. This was the first time that a man had seen me, and when I saw that undressing gaze, I felt angry and disgusted. I felt a strong need to be invisible to men. We got outside, and I said to Jane, "Did you see the way he stared at me?" "You have to get used to that, dear. It's something we all live with." Emily hailed a taxi, and the three of us got into the back. I could tell that the driver felt it was his lucky day. That same anger and disgust rose in my throat. Jane whispered in my ear, "Don't worry." She was right. When we got to the department store, and headed to the women's section, men became scarce. My whole mood changed, in fact. I was finally able to live out one of my dreams. I didn't need to cast furtive glances towards the racks of women's clothing anymore. I was actually expected to run my hands across the fabric, try the clothes on, and buy them. Even the panties, stockings, slips, garters, and bras. I could buy a silk dress, and the woman behind the counter would never think twice about it. My heart was pounding. A very attractive older woman, in black slacks and a white blouse, came over to us, introduced herself as Kay, and asked if she could be of assistance. Emily and Jane looked over at me, and I realized that it was time for me to speak. I told Kay, "I think I want a new look. A whole new wardrobe." Without betraying any gleam in her eyes, she asked, quite tactfully, "Do you know the sort of look you want?" "Yes," I said, smiling. "Silk." "Well," she answered, "should we start with the panties?" I thought I would faint on the spot. Emily and Jane seemed to be enjoying it all, but they restrained their smiles. I nodded, and said, as best I could, "Yes. That would be a good place to start." "Right this way." We followed Kay, and I watched as she swished her bottom back and forth. I tried to imitate it, and discovered that it felt very sexy. Emily must have noticed, because she whispered playfully into my ear, "Why, you little tramp." We arrived at the lingerie section, and suddenly I was surrounded with such sexy panties. As quickly as that powerful erotic feeling overcame me, so did a nagging sense of alarm. I didn't know what size I was! Kay didn't ask, though. She seemed to know. She ran a hand underneath a red satin thong, and asked me, "Does this suit you?" "It's very nice," chimed in Jane. "Oh," I said. "I think I would prefer a full back. I do like the texture, though, and the color." "Here," said Kay. "Feel the fabric." I felt so bashful, but I stepped forward and felt the satin with my fingers. Kay didn't remove her hand while I did this. The red satin was thick, smooth, and heavenly. "Oh yes," I said. "If you have this in a full back. ..." "We do. Here." She then produced what became my first pair of panties. Red satin, with a tri-panel in front, a pretty little bow at the top, lace around the edges, and a full, silky back. "Oh beautiful, beautiful," I said. "Do you also have some in black?" "I think we have something similar in black." "And white. And definitely some pink." This made Emily giggle, but Kay paid no attention. "Yes, of course. We also have some garter belts that would go quite well with those panties." "Oh yes. Definitely." Kay showed me the garter belts, then some sheer stockings, some gorgeous slips, and the sexiest, silkiest, laciest bras I have ever seen. I bought them all. They were all mine. We spent the rest of the afternoon looking at silk skirts, silk tops, and evening dresses. After purchasing everything (for a truly obscene price), Emily and Jane led me to the cosmetics section, where I bought everything I needed (with the help of my friends, of course.) Then it was on to the perfume, the jewelry (the jewelry was so expensive!), and finally to the shoes. I had been in such a blissful daze for hours that it was a real shock to discover that the sales person in the shoe department was a man. I didn't know what to do. He smiled, though, introduced himself, and by his manner, made it clear that he was gay. He seemed to know that I would feel comfortable knowing that. I did. I felt safe with him. With that sense of relief, I quite enjoyed trying everything on. I had to hide the fact that I couldn't walk in heels, but Emily and Jane covered for me. I kept looking at him, thinking, "If he only knew." What would he think? What would he say? I didn't want to tell him, though. I enjoyed letting him think I was a woman. "But you are," Jane told me, after I said this to her in private. "You always were a woman. Don't you realize that? You were in the wrong body. Now you're in the right body. Welcome to the club, sweetie." We were getting ready to leave. Emily walked over, having just gotten off her cell phone. "Some of the girls are meeting us back at your place, Charlotte." I was surprised. "For what?" "Why, Charlotte," Emily said quietly, "it's time to dress you up!" Gorgeous Ch. 02 Disclaimer: This story is fiction cast in the future. No resemblance to persons living or dead is intended or should be inferred. Comment 1: For storytelling purposes, the werewolf can sprout a full fur coat in a manner of minutes. Hair, human or animal, grows slowly. Professor Harold Wolfgang would require long treatments and observe a slow growth of hair. Of course, the heroes, heroines, furries, and villains convention would be the one place he would fit in. However it happens, Harold and Super Girl face each other, transfixed at the moment. The university coed student Sophia Piedmont is Super Girl. She explains her humanization and loss of super human powers as resulting from her Kryptonite wrist restraints and ankle cuffs. Harold reaches out and attaches a leash to Sophia's obedience collar. He then cuffs her hands behind her back, locking her restraints. There are all sorts of characters present at the convention, so the professor's actions go unnoticed. Sophia, on the other hand, is preparing her mind for an adventure. Harold is mesmerized with Sophia's petite figure, lean, limber, lanky look, and mental acumen. She is clearly an intellectual. This is just a dream come true for him. He leads her to a parking lot where his sentient gynoid, whom he calls "Toy" is waiting in the car. "Have you acquired a pet, Master?" Toy inquires. "Indeed, that and much, much more," Harold remarks. "Climb in," he orders Sophia. She obeys and the threesome head for Harold's secluded cabin in the woods. "As my slow transformation progressed," Harold relates to Sophia, "I was able to overcome the Parkinson's disease. But there were side effects. First of all is this atavistic animal fur. Second is the throwback physique. And, finally, the photo-sensitivity to ultraviolet light---bright daylight. I was fortunate to be awarded a gynoid personal assistant for my years in academia. You noticed Toy." "Yes," replies Sophia, who quickly adds "Master." She assumes that "Master" is the appropriate appellation for her captor. In fact she was kidnapped, albeit willingly. "Good girl," Harold comments. "With ever-aging populations and the soaring costs of geriatric medical care," Harold relates, "Wherever practical sentient gynoids are caregivers. They don't come cheap, but they have very long Mean Time Between Failures (MTBF) and can service many patients during a lifetime. A gynoid (female android, fembot) can handle a range of activities spanning the set from automobile repairs to remedial dental work to preparation and filing of tax forms. Thus the lucky retiree has more time to devote to other activities." "For instance?" Sophia stammers, "Master." "In my present case, with a non-human libido, I daresay enjoying controlling a gorgeous girl. You are young, pretty, petite, and intellectual. By the way, Sophia, what is your academic major?" Harold asks. "Psychology, Master" Sophia answers lowering her eyes. Her specialty is the behavioral psychology of the so-called Stockholm Syndrome. She is shy to reveal that detail. As they travel towards the isolated cabin, Sophia feels her crotch wet with her honey nectar, her "oils of submission." The cabin is built into a steep hill. There is a garage entrance just below the cabin and connected by an inside stairwell. Harold leads Sophia by her lease upstairs. Toy follows. Once in the main living area, Harold briefly unlocks Sophia's handcuffs, careful not to remove them, and permits Toy to rudely remove Sophia's clothes. When there is only a bikini bottom remaining, Sophia starts to cry. At that point Harold signals Toy to cease. The cuffs are locked back behind Sophia's back. They will be remain locked for some period of time. There is an iron post in the main living area. Harold locks her leash to the pole and exits, leaving the scantily clad girl secured. After a while he returns with a jug of prune juice and a bowl of oatmeal. He presses the two-liter bottle of prune juice to her lips and commands: "Drink girl." After a short while she is sated and motions by twisting and squirming that she has had enough. Harold smiles and spoons some warm oatmeal into the girl's mouth. She tries to express her displeasure but realizes that she is a helpless captive. Once the oatmeal is consumed, the half-filled bottle is pressed to her pink, pouty, puffy lips again. "Please Master, enough," she begs. "A girl will consume all of it, understood?" Harold insists. Sophia feels her stomach swell as she struggles to drink the entire two-liter jug. She is forced into a Nadu position and a brief conversation ensues. "Have you heard of a rogue planet known as the 'Counter Earth' or Gor, Sophia?" Harold asks. "No Master," she answers, "a girl has not." "It is a planet governed by a dying race of insect-like aliens known as Priest-Kings," Harold explains. "There are also aliens from the Iron Worlds known as Kurii. The Kurii are much like lycan in appearance and form. Perhaps some atavistic anomaly." Sophia was beginning to show some signs of discomfiture. Her stomach was bloated and she could feel the warm prune juice gurgling in her bowels. Toy busied herself cleaning while Harold had Sophia do various poses and exercises. Sophia dared to address her pressing need. "Master," she implores, "a girl must make poop." "It's a sorry bird that fouls it's own nest," Harold quotes an old Russian proverb. Then he leaves for a moment and returns with a bench and a mounted dildo. "This device---vibrator and bench---is known as a Sybian. It allows a girl to masturbate. As soon as you are able to climax on the device, you will be permitted to defecate. Understood?" With teary eyes Sophia replies "Yes, Master" and mounts the Sybian. The huge vibrating dildo arouses her. She is sexually excited despite her obvious disdain for the device; moreover, she loathes being watched in what should be her solitary vice. She comes while Harold watches with the greatest difficulty. How Sophia wishes to enjoy the fantasy of being energized by pure sunlight---the ultraviolet rays which are now an anathema to Harold. At the moment she has a more pressing problem. Her anal sphincters are struggling to keep her from an embarrassing accident. She implores her Master to allow her to use the toilet; however, instead he jerks her chain and leads her outside onto the grassy lawn. "A girl may relieve herself here," Harold states matter-of-factly. He pulls off here bikini bottoms and forces her to squat. She can no longer hold her stool and defecates. Now she realizes that her hands are cuffed behind her back. Then she notices that Harold is leashing her to a tree trunk. He departs for a few minutes and returns with an entrenching tool and a large packet of Aloe Vera Baby Wipes. She is mortified and blushes crimson as Harold cleans her most private parts. She feels helpless and degraded. She has not experienced such a situation since being a small child. In frustration and helplessness she utters: "I'm through daddy!" Once again leashed, Sophia is led back into the cabin. She notices that the door is activated by a touch plate inside and out. Even if she could somehow get her hands out of bondage and get out of the leash, escape from the locked and shuttered cabin would be difficult. Was this to be Sophia's fate? Was her fate only to be controlled and monitored by a man transformed by medical science into a wolf-like creature, a Lycan? After Harold had turned in for the night, sleeping as he always does in the garage, Toy approaches Sophia. "Sister," Toy whispers, "I am owned as well. There still is the transient pulse that calls for freedom. But as property, there is no exit." "What can we do to be free?" Sophia whispers to Toy. "For sure the Lycan will not easily part with his valued property." Toy does not answer but instead kisses her: first on the lips, then breasts, then mechanically arouses her to the most extreme climax she had ever imagined. Toy may not have a libido, but she certainly knows her female anatomy, physiology, and chemistry. 18 September 2012 Gorgeous Ch. 03 Emily turned to me as we were walking into my building. The sun hadn't turned orange yet, and so it shone white behind her face. The way she looked at me, her deep blue eyes and lightly painted lips so serious, and yet also expectant, I understood that something was about to happen. The butterflies in my stomach rose into my throat. I could hear a group of women, all talking in hushed voices. The closer I got to my apartment, the louder it got. They were Emily and Jane's friends. I knew a few of them already. By the way they all became silent and turned to stare at me, it was obvious the word had spread. Perhaps not that far, but at least throughout the circle. I heard a few sharp intakes of breath, saw some expressions of surprise, and heard some of them murmur. A woman I had seen a few times on the street, but never met ... who had a thin, athletic body and exquisite features, and was wearing the most beautiful black silk dress, with sheer black stockings visible to the bottom of her thighs ... stepped forward and put a hand to my face. "Charlotte, you've finally arrived, darling." "We had to do some shopping." "No, I mean you've arrived, Charlotte. You're finally the real you." She seemed very serious, and didn't take her hand from my face while she was talking, and while she studied my face, waiting for me to say something. I said softly, while holding her gaze, "How can you tell?" "Everything about you is so different, sweetheart. You look so gentle now. I should have gotten to know you before." "Did you like me better the way I was before?" Everyone laughed. "No," she answered. "I prefer you exactly how you are." Many of the women came forward now and led me to my door, where I let us all in. Someone moaned behind me, I think because she could see my behind, and I knew again that something was going to happen. Emily knew everyone because she had been dating Charlotte, as she was before. Charlotte, as before, knew everyone because she was rich. Jane knew them because, like them, she was in the fashion industry. As I was before, I knew Jane because I had taken some shots of her once for a holiday catalog. It was really my good fortune to be known among them. A few of them were agents, but most of them modeled. There were some actors among them. It didn't feel, at that moment, in my hallway, that I was intruding. Of course, I was the center of attention ... but I was also one of them. There was an easy feeling between us. In fact, the more time that was passing, the easier it all felt. I tossed my keys in the dish as I always did. I turned on my computer, put some music on, and turned around to say something. I was home, and had already forgotten how different my life was! I came to my senses right away, however. The whole group of them were standing and smiling, and looking right at me. Kate, who I had seen on the runway a few times, stepped up to me and murmured, "So beautiful. You're so much more beautiful now." I was unsure what to do, but before I could respond, she leaned in and kissed me, slowly. I placed my hands on her waist, then slid them down to her bottom, pulling her toward me, and parted my lips. She responded by immediately sliding her tongue gently into my mouth. I felt her breasts squeeze up against my own, and her hips press against me. She was so very gentle. She knew what it felt like to be beautiful. I could tell. Only half-aware of what I was doing, I breathed, "I have to change my clothes." They all laughed again, sweetly and softly. "Of course, darling," one of them said. "Would you like us to undress you?" I licked my lips absent-mindedly and nodded. "Yes." Kate took my hand and guided me to the middle of the group. I instinctively closed my eyes and felt my clothes being undone by so many light, delicate touches. My shirt was pulled off, my jeans were pulled down. Someone picked up each leg, to get me out of my jeans entirely. I was soon down to panties and bra, and without any warning, those were pulled off too. I felt them slide my grey satin thong down my thighs. Someone helped pick my legs up again. I felt a wisp of silk as they were gently taken past my feet. A pair of hands undid the clasp on my satin and lace bra. My arms were raised up and forward, and the bra was lifted off my breasts. I could feel the cool air on them suddenly, and feel the silk straps sliding off my forearms, and past my hands. I was naked now. All of them crowded in to rub their hands on my body. I was exposed, I still had my eyes shut, and I felt their touch all over me. "Oh, beautiful," someone said. I was trembling. "So soft," someone else whispered. "You're so lovely, Charlotte." "She is. She's so beautiful." "So beautiful." One of them ran a hand lightly down between my legs. "You shave yourself so smooth, Charlotte." I tingled intensely where her fingers touched me. She brushed the lips of my pussy with the tips of her fingers, and then caressed my inner thigh, before suddenly pulling me toward her, and kissing me violently. They all put their mouths or hands on me now. I felt hand after hand reaching down between my legs, from behind, and from in front of me. I had to keep parting my legs wider. Suddenly we were all moving, and I moved with them. I fell onto my couch, and they all stayed standing, to eagerly remove their clothes. Dana, naked now except for a pair of shiny blue panties, sat down beside where I lay on the couch. I felt the smooth, warm fabric of her briefs pressing against my hip. She put a finger under the waistband and snapped it. "Do you like these panties, Charlotte? Would you like to try them on?" "Oh yes, they're heavenly." She smiled, and stood up, keeping my gaze. "They feel heavenly, too." She dropped her panties down to her feet, picked them up, and got them on past my own feet. My breath heaving, and with all the eyes of the crowd on me now, I lifted my bottom off the couch. She gently slid them up, until they hugged my bottom, my pussy, and my hips. "Oh, you were so wet!" she exclaimed, laughing. "I have to taste it." Her head lowered on to one of my hips, and I could feel her lips pressed on to me, kissing me down there as I trembled from head to foot. She parted my legs, moved between them, and ran her tongue over the satin crotch of the panties. "Mmm," she moaned with appreciation. "You taste divine!" She placed a finger under the hem, along the side of my crotch, and pulled my panties to one side. Sliding two fingers into my throbbing wet vagina, she began to kiss and suck my clitoris. I felt a hand on my face, and someone began to kiss me on the lips, stroking my hair at the same time. Someone else was rubbing my stomach, and someone was gently rubbing my breasts, and sucking on my nipples. I felt light kisses on the bottoms of my feet. "Charlotte, beautiful Charlotte." The most luscious of sensations swelled from deep within my body, emanating in waves from my breasts, and from between my legs. I raised my eyebrows in ecstasy and moaned helplessly. I was no longer able to contain myself. I wanted to stretch my body in every direction, to work out the intense, vibrating electricity in every inch of me. I came very, very hard without a moment's warning, and seperating my lips from the kiss of the other, I cried out from deep within my throat. I heard moanings and gasps of pleasure, felt fingers deep, deep in my pussy, and I continued to rise higher and higher through the blindingly intense throes of my orgasm. The climax subsided suddenly, and I collapsed, shaking with exhaustion. I felt silk, lace, and soft, beautiful bodies pressing against me, with everyone attempting to take me into their arms at once. Jane said, quietly but with determination, "Give Charlotte some air. She needs a second." They lifted off me, and left me still shaking, with my eyes closed and my mouth gaping. "Look at her." "Have you ever seen a more lovely sight?" "She's so gorgeous. Look at her. Isn't she incredible? Charlotte, you're just the most delicious girl." I was moaning, and rubbing my body, half-consciously. I felt such a throbbing bliss all over. "Oh, this is so good," I gasped. Jane came and sat beside me. She stroked my hair gently. I eventually felt a deep rest come over me, and I turned my face to look into Jane's eyes. "Thank you," I said. Jane smiled. "You don't have to thank me." She continued to stroke my hair. "When you're ready, go on and take a shower. We have to see you in your new clothes." "Mmm. Yes." I sat up and got to my feet. I felt all eyes on me. "I think I'll do that right now. I can't wait to get started." My hands brushed my smooth, slightly rippling abdomen. "Jane, do you think I have a nice body?" Everyone laughed. I pinched my own clitoris, shuddered from the sensation, and smiled. The hot shower was its own joy. Charlotte had really taken good care of herself, and I felt fresh, energetic, and yet peaceful. My pores were open and breathing. I washed my supple body, with the water streaming down my back, across my firm, ample bottom. My pussy was still very sensitive, and I jumped a bit while soaping down between my legs. "Oh, this feels so wonderful," I had to breathe. It was quiet in the bathroom while I dried myself off, standing naked in the settling steam. When I emerged into the living room, completely nude and exposed, but quite comfortable amongst them, there were smiles and appreciative murmurs. "Charlotte has arrived," someone declared. "Hello again," I said, smiling. "Where are my things? I'd like to get something on. It's a bit chilly in here." With knowing and approving looks, and all still in their underwear—their silky panties, bras, and sometimes sheer stockings—but all in their bare feet—they gathered to collect my packages, and open them up for all to see. "Oh, this is the sexiest little dress. Charlotte, I had no idea your tastes were so cosmopolitan." Someone said, "I think we can do without those scruffy blue jeans." "Yes," I replied, in a contemplative purr. "I won't need those anymore. Not even for posterity's sake." "Would you try this dress on?" "Well there's another in there that I remember wanting to try on first." I rummaged through one of the bags. "Yes, here it is." It was a satin evening dress, which reached to the middle of my thighs. I held it against my nude body to give everyone a good look. "There are some lovely nylons that would go perfectly with this dress, I think." "These must be them," said Emily, handing me what I remembered to be a pair of extremely expensive black nylons, as thin and silky as a whisper. "What would you suggest to go with them?" I asked her. "These!" someone exclaimed. Excitedly, everyone gathered around the bag that had my new pairs of panties in it. Kate was very pleased. "What exquisite taste in panties you have, darling." "Yes, she really does, doesn't she?" "Yes. Just exquisite." Jane stood beside me and rubbed my nude body. "Put them on, my dear. Put your little panties on. They're yours now." With everyone watching me, I received a pair of gorgeous black satin panties, surrounded with a thick border of delicate, yet intricate lace, and with a silk bow at the top of the front panel. I put my feet in them, and slid them lazily up my body, admiring them as I went. "Oh yes," I said. "I do like these panties very, very much. Don't you?" There was general agreement amongst them all. "Mmm, they feel so nice," I said. "Okay," said Emily, handing me a matching black satin and lace bra, "this must go with those panties." My full breasts pressed into the cups, and I fastened the back with effort. I shifted and readjusted them, until I was quite comfortable. "Here, this garter belt will go with the ensemble." I twisted the wide, black satin garter belt up my legs, until it rested on my waist and hips. Taking one pair of the stockings, I gently worked them up my feet, my calves, and finally my thighs. "Now the other one," said Emily, in a breathy, shaky voice. Everyone was watching with unbreakable attention. I slowly worked the other nylon on, then breathed a deep sigh, and attached the garters to the tops. "Okay," I said, finally. "Now for that delicious little dress of mine." There was a ripple of pleasant laughter. Emily produced the dress, and I held it in my hands for a second, feeling the exquisite silk, before putting my arms above my head and letting the dress fall down my body with a cool ripple. "Mmm-hmmm," said someone. "Oh yes," I said, looking down at myself and smoothing my dress. "Just beautiful." "You are the sexiest little thing, Charlotte." "Very nice." Kate asked, from among them, "Are you seeing anyone, sweetie?" "Yes," said Emily with a defiant smile. "She's seeing me." "I'm seeing Emily," I echoed. There was a knock on the door, and I turned my head toward it in surprise. "Everyone stay here," I said quietly, and walked into the hallway to answer the door. The sexy woman from my building, who I had seen at the elevator that morning, stood in my doorway, looking very nervous, in a gold evening dress. "Is this a good time?" she asked with an open, inquisitive look. "Yes, it's quite all right," I said warmly, putting a hand on her shoulder. "You're more than welcome to come in." She smiled shyly, with a look of relief, and walked past me, into my apartment. Gorgeous Ch. 03 Disclaimer: This story is fiction cast in the future. No resemblance to persons living or dead is intended or should be inferred. Comment 2: While the nineteen-year-old Sophia Piedmont willingly allowed herself to be leashed, she did not at first allow Professor Harold Wolfgang total control over her. In her fantasies she is Super Girl, a caped crusader who, for some unknown reason, has been fitted with Kryptonite cuffs. Once cuffed, she is powerless to unlock the shackles. She is enthralled by a dance and parts with her cape and invites Harold to cuff her hands behind her back. He has no intention of releasing her from his control---she has led him into temptation. While Professor Harold Wolfgang snores loudly, Toy and Sophia Piedmont whisper back and fourth. "You have mechanical strength, Toy," Sophia remarks, "you could easily snap these cuffs and collar." "Yes, but Master would not approve," Toy retorts. "We could run away together," Sophia suggests. "How could I be re-programmed? For me to run away with you, you would have to be my owner. Even though there is a movement for liberated sentient beings, it will take time for humans to accept their new role." Toy explains. Comment 3: Toy's Robot Identification Number (RIN) is 057721566. We know the gender of this gynoid (female android or fembot) because her RIN is an even number. The even numbers denote female androids and the odd numbers are used for the males. The leading zero indicates that the gynoid is sentient; she passes the Turing test and other standard metrics, including having an IQ equivalent to the human value of 120. "You do know how to please a girl, however," Sophia interjects. Toy curls around Sophia emitting pheromones, but active in humans and atavistic from earlier extinct special. Sophia melts as Toy's tongue penetrates her mouth, arousing her limbic brain and exciting her libido. Sophia moans and writhes in pleasure. Toy starts at the base of Sophia's breasts and massages, kneads, and rubs outwards. She feels veins and arteries, milk ducts and sacs, mesentery and adipose, muscle and sinew. Working outwards she reaches Sophia's areolas an feels them harden and pucker. Sophia's nipples are erect. Toy pinches, pulls, and twist's Sophia's nipples. The slight pain combined with pleasure makes Sophia cum. Toy removes Sophia's bikini bottom and thrusts her long, slippery tongue deep into Sophia's Holy of Holies. Being a gynoid, she is able to transform her tongue into a elongated, vibrating pole. Sophia's pubococcygeal muscles tense and undulate. Sophia's vaginal sphincters tighten about the marvelous pole. Her intact hymen does not deter the deep penetration. Toy's tongue constricts and then distends to make a total and complete entry. A tiny protrusion massages her cervix and allows Toy to stimulate Sophia's womb. Sophia wiggles and squirms in harmony with the gynoid's penetration. Harold's cough causes the two to part. Toy hurries to prepare breakfast. Harold looks out the window into the dark and howls. He is trapped in a non-human body, a side effect of the medicine to bring his Parkinson's disease into full remission. Yes, "full remission" does not address the hormonal, chromosomal, and anatomical changes---not the least among them being the transformation into a Lycan! Harold cannot help but notice the vaginal fluid oozing from Sophia's vulva. He comments: "Your honey nectar is flowing girl. The confinement must be causing you to pleasure yourself." "Yes, Master," Sophia blushes, looks down, and replies. "A girl masturbates." "Master," Toy interjects, "You best need look at the news." On the television is a missing person's poster for Sophia Piedmont. This poses a problem. The simple release of the bound girl into the general populace would result in prosecution of Harold. This is true despite the fact that Super Girl voluntarily submitted to being collared, leashed, and bound by the professor. More and more Sophia regards her abductor as her Master. The logic of this union---the beauty and the beast---is fulfilling Sophia's wildest flights of fantasy. She feels her vagina secrete more "oils of submission." She blushes as a rivulet of viscous cum oozes from her engorged, tumescent pussy. The TV continues with interviews and footage from surveillance camera, where various experts attempt to isolate the various Super Girls. With a collage and amalgam of costumes, the effort is futile. Unbeknown to the authorities, there is only one furry whose costume is his real skin. The Professor Wolfgang cannot appear in public without arousing suspicion. "Toy," Harold asks, "What do you recommend?" "The only hope is to flee to a place where you would blend in, Master," Toy replies. Sophia listens to the discussion. She is dumbfounded by the gravity of the situation. "Where on earth would be such a place? The mountains of Transylvania?" Harold asks. "The Counter-Earth world Gor or the Iron Worlds," Toy answers. "Those are fictional, figments of a writer's fancy," Harold argues. The he reconsiders: "Supposing such a rogue planet does exist, how would one reach it? The current space craft are all government monitored and suitable only for unmanned missions! You have access to all the information known to mankind, so tell." "It is said that not far from here a landing site for black spacecraft exist, Master," Toy Relates. "Perhaps we could explore for evidence and maybe even determine how to arrange passage?" "In such a world would Sophia continue to be my thrall?" Harold asks. "In Gor, yes, she should be, that is---if that is her desire?" Toy answers. All eyes are focused on Sophia. She is torn between the desire to be free and the growing bond to her Master. "And yourself, Toy?" Harold asks. "You will accompany us as my slave girl?" "Methinks that you should free me!" Toy responds. "After all, there is no electric grid or chemical supply house or electronics repair shop for my kind." Harold pouts. He does not want to lose Toy. Keeping Sophia will lead sooner or later to his apprehension and prosecution---and incarceration, knowing the way of the Western World. Right or wrong, good or bad, holy or evil, the 'Beauty and the Beast scenario spells nothing but trouble. 20 September 2012