Chapter 11:
When I got back to the house that night I was exhausted. It was nearly 11PM. I
had done everything! First, I quit my old job and cleaned out my desk and did
all of those "end of job things". Suddenly the check for my back vacation time
(around $3,000) seemed pretty miniscule.
Actually, the exit interview was pretty funny. When the HR person asked "Reason
for leaving job?" I responded: "Oh, decided to become a woman full-time and
inherited 2.9 billion dollars." Not exactly true, but close enough. The look on
her face!
And then I cancelled the lease on my apartment and Marty and I worked for a few
hours packing up all my essentials, mostly old papers, letters, my computer, and
CD's. I left all the furniture, clothes, and appliances. I wouldn't need them
anymore! For the price of the cleaning deposit, the landlord agreed to dispose
of all the rest of my belongings.
That is, once the landlord believed it was really me. I had to show him the
change of name form and also show him my face without the wig before he would
believe it.
"I would have never thought you were a guy..." he kept muttering to himself.
Mr. Blakely had mentioned that that might be a problem. So he provided his
cell-phone number which I could use in emergencies.
I had thought about telling my friends and family of my new position, but
decided that that could wait until later. They all thought I was on vacation
anyway. I thought my friends would probably be cool with it (one of them had
recently come out of the closet as a gay man, that probably helped). Since my
parents were both dead, my only relatives were a brother and a sister. Since
they both lived on the opposite side of the country we weren't really that close
anymore.
And then I thought back to poor Mr. Blakely! I think all he was expecting was
for me to tell the bawdy joke I had learned from the house computer, the one
about sneezing and orgasms, just to verify that I had actually been through the
whole training process.
But I gave him the full seductive treatment. First, I sat on his lap, held his
head up to my breasts, and did the three sneezes, with increasing moans and
wriggles each time. The look on his face was priceless!
And it seemed like he couldn't do anything but sputter as I knelt before him,
opened his fly, pulled out his nice hard cock and balls, and expertly sucked him
to orgasm, licking my lips and swallowing his musky sperm.
It was wonderful! Of course, I like Jack, but the taste and smells of a real
man... I knew then that I had made the right choice when I became Jennifer for
ever an ever.
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"** Hello, Jennifer. **" said the voice in my earpiece. I had just stepped in
the front door of the house. 'My house!' I realized.
"Ummm, hello?"
"** This is Jack, could you come down to see me? Whenever you get the chance.
**"
"Ummm... OK." I wasn't sure if the computer could hear me.
I walked down the stairs to the basement. All the doors were open! I took a
minute to wander through the complex which had now become so familiar to me, my
'bedroom' with the first mannequin, the makeup room, the exercise room, the
dressing room, etc.
Finally I ended up with Jack.
The mannequin looked up at me and started to talk.
"** Hello Jennifer. I suppose you are wondering why I've taken the
trouble to invent all of this? Well, ever since I made my first
fortune I've never had need for money, and so I made it my life's
mission to fulfill my fantasies. Fantasies of forced feminization!
I couldn't find any woman or man who wanted to help me, or none
that I could trust anyway, so I invented all these machines to
do it instead.
And so this is how I spent my life, inventing these machines
and playing with them. And of course, along the way I created
numerous spin-off technologies which are the source of the
charitable foundation which you now run.
A few years ago when I realized I was getting older and slower
I reprogrammed the machines to create the training programs which
you have experienced. The idea was to find someone like me, who
shared my fantasies and would therefore preserve the machines
for some time. Really I was seeking a kind of immortality, by
living my life through you, even though I would never meet you
in person.
And so you went through all the training and passed all the tests
from the first day you entered. You fully deserve the financial
reward that you have received. Thank you for fulfilling my dream
and sharing in my fantasies.
But now you have a choice.
Choice A: I will shut down the computers which run the house and
turn off the power to the machines. You will find a solvent for your
prosthetics under the kitchen sink, labeled with instructions
on how to use it. You can return to being Jonathan McDonald with all
of my assets and the salary from the foundation.
Choice B: Leave the machines on. Leave your prosthetics in place,
enjoy the computer programs which I have created, and continue to
follow the instructions of the computer.
What is your choice?
**"
I paused for only a few seconds before deciding.
"Choice B!" I said, firmly.
"** Thank you! **" said the voice in my earpiece.
*CLICK* The door automatically closed behind me.
"**TRAINING ENGAGED, BEGIN LEVEL 11: ANAL SLUT **" said the computer.
I smiled in anticipation.
- - - The End - - -
