… Gold Coast girl

It was hot and humid on the thirty sixth floor of the apartment building despite the off shore breeze. The gentle rumble of the surf and laughter from Cavill Avenue below drifted into the living room. Brian took a sip of his water and looked across the table at the attractive woman. He was trusting her with his life and he had slight reservations even though he had enough on her to send her to jail for ten to twenty years.

"I can't believe the lengths you're willing to go too. You know I think you're obsessed. What if they find out who you are? I've heard they nano mod troublemakers and sell them as willing sex slaves. That's probably the best thing that could happen..." Jodie said as she took a mouthful of her dumplings. She was not overly concerned about the cop. He was forcing her to help him. She pointed with her chopsticks at Brian. "You have no idea what they could do to you. How **** you'll be. But you're going to go through with it anyway, aren't you?" She was secretly amused. This cop was an idiot and deserved everything he got.

Brian Jones tried not to sweat as he nodded and looked about Jodie's small cramped apartment. He was purposely avoiding eye contact with the escort as he calmly ate his noodles. He'd considered the risks but he'd figured as long as he did as he was told and didn't make waves they would ignore him. Only the trouble makers were made examples of and sold and he planned to stay off their radar. And his cover would be perfect. They would never suspect. He hoped.

Brian had expected Jodie to react like this. It wasn't like she was prudish. As an escort working on the seedy Gold Coast strips she knew the risks intimately. People were murdered, washed up on the beach under mysterious circumstances or disappeared all the time on the strip. The gold coast was the **** capital of Australia, despite the friendly post card perfect image it presented to the world. The crime rate was a closely guarded secret but this renowned holiday destination had a sordid underbelly that the vice and homicide divisions struggled to keep hidden and under control.

Brian turned to look at Jodie, aware of just how extensive her use of nano mods was. He'd known her when she was flat chested and a little plain. She was anything but that now. He swallowed.

The plan was rather hair brained but it was the only way he could get into Ng's organisation and bust it open.

Porn, strippers, prostitutes, ****, gambling, stolen goods, **** trading. Jimmy Ng had to go down. Brian had been after Hernandez for years but it was like the man was a ghost. He'd never actually seen the man. How

ever word on the street said that all those missing girls were slaves. None of the older porn stars and prostitutes could be found. It was a dark seedy world and Brian feared the worst for them.

In truth there was no proof of the **** or the slavery. Just talk. And talk was often unreliable. The porn and vanished porn stars was definitely real though.

He took his half eaten noodle box to the bin, disposing of it mechanically. He produced the nano solution. "The change takes five minutes," he stated flatly. "I'd really like for you to be here to watch over me. I'm doing this." He struggled to keep the anxiety out of his voice.

Jodie sighed and laughed nervously. Ng ruled the strip through fear but she had her own reasons to help get Brian into Ng's organisation. She was risking a lot by helping him but she also fancied the idea of this tough pushy cop experiencing life on the other side of the fence. "Once you get it in your mind to do something there is no stopping you," she said referring to how he had pressured her to help him. "What will you look like?" She asked, intrigued by the possibilities.

"I'll be much shorter and lighter. Not much muscle - so pretty weak," Brian swallowed. "The most popular girls in the strip are about five foot and busty. So that's what I'll be. There is no point of doing this if I don't fit the role perfectly." He upended a bag of skimpy clothes onto the table. G-string and matching bra, high heels, a spaghetti strap red dress with circular holes along the flanks, back and and midriff.

Jodie picked up a bra and looked at the label. Her lips made a surprised O as she read the cup size. It was the same as hers but on a smaller frame Brian would be extremely voluptuous.

Brian nodded ruefully. "Again to get my foot in the door."

"So... Anatomically... Genetically...?" She prompted curiously. She was clearly intrigued by the potential extent of the change. "You'll be just like me?"

"Yeah. Very female. With all the plumbing. Mentally as well. I mean the changes will allow me to function comfortably and naturally in my new role." He paused. He would be a stripper performing on stage with women only - he hoped. Mentally he would be well adjusted to the role. "Respond consistently... Well you know." He coloured. The nanos would make him bisexual - something he was not comfortable with in the least. Girl on girl was ok... But at the moment the idea of sex with a man held no allure. That would change shortly.

He opened the nano tube and raised it in a toast, "to luck," he said as he upended the contents into his mouth and swallowed.

Jodie watched and slowly approached, a mischievous grin on her lips. "So... Can I feel you changing?" She asked slipping her hand into his pants. She gripped his manhood and felt it stir as she gently pumped.

Brian gasped. "Jodie. I'm not sure this is a good idea. The nano technician says to avoid emotional situations during the change. The effects can be unpredictable." He tried to fend her off but was already feeling a bit disorientated. He sagged back onto the sofa.

She chuckled as she undid his pants and pulled them off easily. "I think the effects are entirely predictable," she noted as she stroked his rising manhood.

Brian gasped and whimpered in pleasure. As she stroked his manhood he felt his testes shrivel and pull up into him, his erection becoming more intense. "Oh, I suspect you'll miss those," Jodie commented. "I wonder if you'll ever get them back..." She teased.

Brian shook his head, too weak to fight off her advances. Jodie unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it open, running her hand possessively up his stomach to his chest. He sighed and blinked.

"Oh, it's getting smaller... what a pity..." As the head and shaft of his penis dwindled his groin grew excruciatingly sensitive, the nerves more tightly bunched together and firing with heightened pleasure at Jodie's persistent ministrations.

"Oh god," he groaned as his once proud penis head shrunk into a tiny bulbous clit and his shaft split and shrivelled into the feminine folds of a pussy. He stared in shock. He'd know what to expect but seeing and - more significantly - feeling an aroused female sex where he'd always seen and felt his cock and balls was confronting.

"Like a budding rose," Jodie noted as her finger slid along the sensitive lips of his new sex. The pleasure Brian felt was exquisite.

He felt his pelvis cracking and widening as a throbbing need filled him. He realised that his womb was forming even as he shrunk, his limbs thinning and shortening, becoming lithe and curvy and very feminine. All the while Jodie stroked his sex and chest - and he let her, unable to stop her, the pleasure indescribably strong. His newly reconfigured sex was moist, hot, tingly and sensitive. His nipples were much more sensitive and he watched as they expanded, lengthening, becoming pointed and pronounced.

Jodie continued to caress them and Brian gasped. They were about the same height now. But he would grow smaller. He felt like a girl. Slim, curvy, a female sex. A hint of breasts, fat nipples. Dainty hands. Small feet.

Then his breasts started to grow on his narrow rib cage and he went from a girlish physique to a very womanly one. And his breasts kept growing, becoming heavier, bouncing and jiggling as he twitched and shook under Joeies hands. His ass and hips grew as well whilst his waste narrowed. Coquettish was the term. He was sexy... And he kept getting smaller and sexier. Jodie was taller than him now and her greater size made him feel oddly dominated, something that aroused him more.

He whimpered and spread his legs wider, wanting Jodie to explore him with her fingers. His pussy ached deep inside.. "Oh god yes..." Long curly auburn hair spilled from his head about his shoulders. His pussy remained hairless as intended though.

His nipples and sex ached. He felt his face change. Narrowing. Becoming cute and pretty. The changes finished.

Brian was Brenda now. Jodie chuckled as Brenda, slowly sat up on the couch, her big breasts heavy as they moved with her, her sex tingling with need.

"What's funny?" Brenda asked still feeling acutely aroused. She looked down at her body. Her nipples remained erect and her pussy felt puffy and very tingly. The room was so much bigger now. She felt bone tired, as though she had just run a marathon without any training and used all her muscles in a new way beyond their limits. She steadied herself.

"There is this little trick you can play with the nanos. I don't understand all of it but I know that when they start transforming you they take a baseline reading of your physical, emotional and hormonal state. Thanks me you were pretty horny and submissive when the nanites started. So your baseline was quite aroused - a false reading. But it sets that baseline as standard in your new body."

Brenda coloured, understanding why she felt so randy. This state of arousal was permanent? She felt a little angry and worried, but her overriding desire dampened those emotions.

"Don't pout, I did you a favour. You'll fit in perfectly. Just another sex starved bimbo on the strip. No one will think you would willingly do this to yourself..." Jodie said and kissed Brenda.

"I didn't entirely- " Any words of complaint died on Brenda's lips as she kissed the escort, angling up. Her new pussy tingled with excitement and her first kiss as a girl was very pleasant. Jodie tasted of breath mints and the sea.

The door bell rang and Jodie sighed. "That's a male customer. One of my regulars. You can join us if you want." Jodie suggested with a smirk. Brenda was stunned for a moment as she considered to offer and was struck with indecision. A man? She thought about the possibilities. They were a little hard to get her head around but they were interesting. "If not grab one of my bathing suits and a sarong. You can head down to the beach. I should be about an hour. After that we can eat and I'll take you to the strip joint..."

Dry mouthed Brenda nodded and took the offered suit. She slipped her smooth legs into the bottoms as Jodie went to the door and opened it to let the man in. She struggled to pull them on quickly, falling over clumsily in the process.

"Don't feel like you have to get dressed on my account," the man said, eyeing her body appreciatively.

Brenda looked up, her pretty gace colouring, keenly aware of how small and exposed she was. If he wanted to this man, this complete stranger could take her and there was nothing she could do about it. She pulled the bottoms up, the smooth fabric pressing pleasantly against her throbbing pussy. She was growing moister.

"Do you need some help?" He asked.

Brenda swallowed and shook her head, not trusting herself to respond. She stood self consciously, her heavy breasts swaying disconcertingly.

She struggled into the bathers top, her haste making her fingers slip, her breasts spilling free and the bathers top going loose as gravity made her breasts hang pendulously.

***

Brenda walked down Cavill Avenue's open mall with a translucent sarong wrapped about her wide hips and a skimpy polka dot two piece that hardly seemed to support her generous breasts. She was no more scantily dressed than any other woman but her passing turned heads which confused and excited her. She knew she was a knockout but this response still took her by surprise. She felt sexy and desirable with so much naked skin and curves on display - and she was enjoying it more than she would ever have imagined. Plus her constantly aroused state made her revel in the attention rather than worry about it. The guys wanted her. The girls wanted to be her. She wanted the guys.

She strolled leisurely amongst the al fresco tables and umbrellas, the tacky market souvenir stands, buskers, gawking tourists, beach goers, metre maids and other denizens of the Surfers Paradise Glitter Strip. From her new perspective the sights and sounds, the sense of place and atmosphere was completely different. The men were noticeably taller and more interesting in new and unexpected ways and she found her eyes constantly seeking out handsome, muscular guys, a thrill going through her loins when they noticed her and showed interest.

She crossed the esplanade, a car full of young men playing bass heavy music much too loudly slowed and the occupants leered out the window like wolves making her heart race faster. She grinned and winked at them. Funny she should be angry or offended, but she like the lupine attention.

Coming to the beach edge Brenda slipped off her thongs and stepped barefoot onto the sand, wriggling her toes in its fine warm granules. The beach had been freshly filter cleaned the night before and felt clean and natural against her skin.

A beach in a major city always has problems, and this one in particular had many. A few years ago when the property boom hit there had been some serious health scares - glass, razors, syringes of **** and nanites left there. There had actually been two cases she knew of where guys had stepped on a syringe and been turned into a women. But the beach was now kept clean by machines.

The perfectly yellow sand was warm between her tiny toes. Her sarong flapped in the off shore breeze. She grinned as she looked at the tan young bodies that littered the beach sunning themselves. Her eyes flickered over a nearby guys tight speedos, admiring his clearly outlined manhood more than she expected. She looked up into his eyes feeling more than a little aroused. "Nice budgie smugglers," she said nervously before moving on.

Brenda walked a meandering path through the packed beach goers. She felt eyes on her and turned to look, meeting the gaze of other beach goers. Some were men who looked away in embarrassment at being found out. These she found amusing. Other men locked eyes with her boldly and made her feel nervous. She knew that some of the men were looking at her slowly bouncing breasts, her swaying ass ... her moistening crotch. Some of the women looked at her in amusement, irritation ... Interest.

It was all new and confusing. Her two piece bathing suit and sheer sarong felt hardly sufficient to cover her. She felt naked and ... Erotic. She strode slowly feeling excited and aroused under the gaze of others. She chose a place, slipped off her sarong a little self consciously and sat down upon it. She reached into her bag and pulled out the sunscreen. Coconut oil?

She poured some into her hand, the oil gleamed like warm honey, tingling where it touched her skin. Slowly and sensually she liberally applied it to he belly and breasts. Wherever the oil touch her skin grew warm with a heightened prickling sensation.

She was growing randy as she rubbed the slick oil over her body. She felt a little slutty and that stirred up her constantly simmering lust. Her loins tingled and the crotch of her bathing suit was getting wet. Her nipples were becoming erect and it felt extremely obvious. She needed to do something about her need. She stood and ran into the surf, her heavy breasts bouncing and jiggling wildly, pushing her top to its limits. In the surf to her belly she sighed. the water obscured her running a hand down into her bathing suit bottoms. She slid the suit down and started to play with herself, wondering if anyone knew what she was doing. The very wrongness of the act made it more intense. "What the hell am I doing-?" A wave suddenly crashed about her, Knocking her from feet and sending her tumbling through the wash. She came to her feet, gasping and struggling for breath.

Something was wrong. Her bather bottoms weren't around her knees anymore. They weren't anywhere she could see. "Oh shit... This is not good," she muttered as the surf ebbed and flowed pleasurably over the bare skin below her waist. "What the hell am I going todo now?" She fretted.