Chapter 9

The chirping of the alarm clock on the nightstand next to the bed woke Calvin from his slumber. Opening his heavy eyes partly the world still looked like he was viewing it through a curtain thanks to his new eyelashes that his mind hadn’t quite had long enough to adjust to. Rolling over he turned off the annoying device that indicated it was just slightly before dawn. Calvin wasn’t much for sleeping in, unless he was suffering from a hangover, but getting up this early after a night of little sleep wasn’t a great start to the day.

Wiping some dried drool from his chin, he looked around the guest bedroom, glowering at the area around him. Calvin opened and closed his mouth a few times, the soreness in his jaw now gone. While his body felt better than the day before, much of that feeling of being swollen was dissipating, a little bit of it lingered, just enough to leave him uncomfortable. Looking down at the massive tits on his chest that were hardly contained in the little nightie he was given he let out a long sigh.

Sitting up in bed he cupped his tits, bouncing them slightly. “This is a real mind fuck.” He said out loud, no trace of the sofer feminine voice he had been talking in the day before. Moving his chest like that reminded him how tender they still were, but it was nothing compared to how they felt after Moriah had handled him the night before. Playing with a pair of tits was right up there on the list of things he wouldn’t mind doing all day, but the fact they were his own made it less appealing. Not to be confused with not appealing. Still before he stopped the guest bedroom door opened and Calvin watched Moriah walk in, wearing one of her silk robes.

“Good morning Clara, looks like someone is having fun this morning.” Moriah wasn’t fully awake, she often spent extra time just standing there under the shower, letting the hot water run off her to help wake her up. The last few days though she had made it a point to get Calvin moving, wanting to see the man slip just a little further into being Clara before she started her day.

Dropping his hands away from his feminine chest he gave his girlfriend a partial smile. “Morning hon. What are your plans for the day?”

Leaning on the doorframe to the guest room Moriah schooled her face to not scowl. The two had a rather intimate experience in that bed not long ago, but hearing him speak in his normal voice was at odds with the feminine creature she saw before her. “I have to work, and you have a big day ahead of you Clara. Time for you to get your lazy butt up and do your exercises and I don’t want to hear you trying to talk like a male.”

“What?” Calvin asked, feeling she was being more than a little dismissive with him. His lack of good sleep the night before, not able to get comfortable. Laying on his back put pressure on his inflated rear, and made him very aware of the extra weight pressing down on his chest… in fact no position was right with his new additions. So the lack of decent sleep had him already a bit on edge.

The robe Moriah wore opened slightly as she shifted, crossing her arms under her chest, enhancing her natural assets. As eye-catching as that was to the man in bed, the scowl on her face made it clear it wasn’t time for a repeat of yesterday’s entertainment. “Calvin, I’m trying my best here. Do you understand how hard it is… how hard your fantasy is on me? I love you…” she said out loud while thinking something slightly different. ‘I hate you, I want to rip your cheating dick off and shove it down your throat! Sleeping with a fucking escort in my bed!’ While things hadn’t gone that far with the redheaded woman she had seen, Moriah had no way of knowing how many times it had happened in the past. “And before you say we can stop this, no, we have a future to protect and if we can do that and bring you some joy… then I can manage, but I need you to stop half-assing things.”

Calvin was ready to respond, to rebuke what she had to say, but soon as he opened his mouth he saw her look grow more intense. It was the kind of look he remembered from his mother, like she was daring him to push a boundary so she could show him why the boundary existed. “I’m…” he said before clearing his voice to speak in the softer register once more. His voice was deep or deep enough for his own liking to begin with. “I’m trying.” The feminized man motioned to himself, but this time speaking in the practiced feminine voice.

“I know you are. Just sometimes you make me think this is all a lie or at least that you don’t appreciate me.”

“I do! I mean I really do appreciate you.” Calvin said, swallowing hard, her touching too close to the truth.

Stepping more into the room Moriah sat down on the edge of the bed, putting her left hand atop her lover's hand. “I know you do. We are in a much better place with you now being honest and open with me. The two of us have come a long way since you were running around behind my back.” She then gave a light squeeze to the man’s hand. ‘I should win a fucking oscar for this.’

“Ahh, Yep we are closer than ever.” Warning bells were going off in his head as he pulled the woman in for a hug, feeling his enhanced chest pressing into her. Not wanting this conversation to go any further or allow her time to ask any questions along those lines, he was quick to jump back to the part of the conversation earlier when she was talking about things for him to do. Anything for him to get away from the current topic of conversation. “You go get ready for work and I will start my exercises.”

Soon enough Calvin was sitting on the floor in the living room, feet bent forward and held in place by the couch while he read aloud from some blogger's article, doing his best to get the right feminine inflections in his voice. The thing with his feet wasn’t a problem and if it actually helped him tolerate wearing the heels Moriah made him wear then he was all for it. The talking was somehow both mind numbing and a challenge at the same time. Just looking at what he had to say turned his stomach, but still he pushed on. Not wanting Moriah to come out and press him to do more.

“You all know about my love for pretty dresses” he started, doing his best to keep a smile on his face instead of a grimace. “But shoes are high up on my love list too, the higher the better. I mean, what girl can’t resist? Right!? My shoe choices tend to be classic in design but with a tist on color, prints and decorative embellishments. I fancy embellishments, ruffles, sparkle, floras, bows and lots and lots of pink.” The blog kept going, talking about making an outfit pop and all of this just leading up to the meat of the article where the blogger quotes Marilyn Monroe. “Give a girl the right pair of shoes and she’ll conquer the world.” Course even the blogger said how they often stuck with three inch heels to be both comfortable and stylish. The options Calvin had for feminine footwear boasted very little in that range.

The footwear for today that he did not pick out was a pair of glossy white rounded toe five inch or five a half inch, he wasn’t sure, heels with an inch hidden platform. It was paired with an outfit he also hadn’t picked out, though Moriah made it clear that he… Moriah used the she when referring to him now, much to his annoyance. That she will have to start picking out her own outfits to show off her body the way she wanted. Like him wanting to show off looking feminine was a real thing.

Today Calvin wore a white button up blouse with a tight collar, or it would have been if the top buttons weren’t left undone to show off his D cup chest. The blouse had three quarter sleeves that stopped partway down his forearms, three thin gold bangles on one wrist and the tiny watch on the other. To cover his legs, he had a black short, pleated skirt, not that the skirt covered much of his legs. Unlike the day before, no stockings or pantyhose, allowing the still alien feeling of air to blow over his smooth hairless legs. Under it all he had on an ivory push up bra that made his chest stand out that much more. If he could forget it was himself, he was looking at in the mirror it would have been an enticing sight, but this morning he wasn’t able to divorce the tantalizing tits from the fact that it was his own mutilated body he was looking at.

Then there was the horrible corset that pulled his mid-section in like a vice. Moriah seemed particularly happy when she adjusted it this morning. Even giving him what he presumed were encouraging words about how feminine he looked with the shapewear and how with proper dieting they could pull it in even more. Wearing the device all day he had started to get used to it, with emphasis on the word starting. Let alone using the word comfortable as a descriptor for the **** device.

Finishing up reading the article on the blog Cal stood up, slipping his feet into the waiting high heels. Taking a few steps he put one foot in front of the other, shifting his hips like Moriah taught him and doing his best to keep the imaginary and thankfully not real coin between his legs as he moved to the master bedroom. Inside he saw the woman he loved and the person he believed had no clue her help was pure ****. She had her head slightly tilted as she put in one of her earrings. “You look lovely today.” He meant it too, in a tight light blue pencil skirt, one of those blouses with the frilly lace around the buttons. He could just imagine her arching her back and the thin blouse giving away to the strain.

“Aww, nice of you to say Clara. You look lovely today as well.” She didn’t miss the way his eyes ran over her body as he said the word lovely and was sure it would have sounded more predatory if it wasn’t said in Calvin’s Clara voice. Between that and the way the man looked it could have easily been mistaken for a girl checking out her outfit. “Hmm.” Moriah made the sound as she walked up to the skirted man, cupping his chin in one hand. Turning his face to the left and then the right. “You did a good job on your makeup, but I think you can do better. Why don’t you go clean it off and give it another try before Sidney comes to pick you up for your day together.”

While he didn’t resist her moving his face around, Calvin was not able to keep his feelings about Sidney off his face or his practiced feminine voice. “Don’t say it like that, you make it sound like I’m going on a date with the man.”

The comment brought an honest laugh to Moriah’s lips. “He is handsome, strong and has a steady job. A girl could do worse.” she said with a teasing wink.

“I’m just…” A shiver ran down Calvin’s spine at the thought of the man’s sausage fingers even touching him. Talking with Sid before Cal had learned about his head of security. How he had been a boxers in his youth, went into the military and then the life of corporate security before he landed at his hotel. Along the way gaining a few pounds, Calvin had added mentally when he went on about his life. He didn’t have a problem with the older man, at least not till this recent change to his life. “I’m not going to touch that.”

Watching Clara walk over to the makeup mirror and pull out some wipes Moriah couldn’t help but smile. Calvin was a ladies' man and the way she had Clara looking they were going to get more than a few passes. Finishing up getting ready she took a look at her phone as a notification came through from her employee and moved to the front door to let him in. “Good morning, Sid.”

“Morning Ms. Abrams.” he nodded his head, making a mental effort to not let his eyes linger on the woman. Telling himself he was too damn old to have a crush but couldn’t really act on his desires with Calvin around. Though when he saw the honeyed skinned girl with long dark hair, doll like eyes, mincing into the house's living room that thought was put on hold.

“Sidney.” Moriah put her hand on his chest for just a heartbeat. “I have told you before, when away from work or alone you don’t need to be so formal. Just like I doubt you would make Clara here call you Mr. Larson.”

Looking from Moriah, to the girl in the living room Sidney tilted his head back ever so slightly, shocked at what he was hearing. “This is our Clara?”

Stepping to the side and letting the larger man into the house, the corner of Moriah’s lips turned up slightly, loving the idea of what she just said or the inverse of it. “Clara, say good morning to Mr. Larson. He is going to accompany you today to get you all settled.”

Looking from his ex-wife to the large man coming into the room a few times Calvin felt like a giant spotlight was suddenly on him. It was emasculating to be standing next to his employee, someone that reported to him and the man being referred to as Mr. Larson like he was someone special. Then that happening while he was standing there, still shorter than the man despite the stilettos that were on his feet. “I’m well aware of who he is.”

“Hon.” Moriah said under her breath as she stepped closer to the feminized man. “You need to practice being Clara. Calvin is going on vacation and Clara is who you need to be. Now greet Mr. Larson.”

Looking the woman in the eye Calvin nonverbally pleaded with her, but the only reply he got was her looking back into his own eyes with no give in sight. Letting out a breath, he **** a smile on his face. “Good morning Mr. Larson.”

Hearing the sweet voice that really had no trace of manhood to Sidney, not that he thought Calvin was much of a man to begin with, he held his stomach as he let out a roaring laugh. “Holy shit, wow. Moriah, you did a great job with him, err her. I want to stand here and talk about this… but I have my marching orders.” He looked between the two people that were his superiors, feeling like his earlier thought about not being able to make a move on Moriah with Calvin around wasn’t something he would need to stick to. “Clara don’t call me Mr. Larson unless we are on the job. Makes me sound old. Now come on, we have places to be.”

At that moment Calvin was reminded that he now had much longer nails as he tried to make a fist. ‘That is because you are old you fat fuck.’ The man was forty, not that old, but old enough compared to Calvin’s twenty seven. Things had gone too far, this wasn’t the first time he thought about it. Calvin had almost confessed the day before and he wasn’t so sure that it was the right call to let this keep going. “Moriah, this has gone on long enough, right? Let's sit down and come up with a plan.”

Listening to the man, who despite trying to weasel his way out of things was still using his practiced voice, Moriah let out a dramatic sigh. “She has cold feet today, try not to let her derail things.” The scheming woman said before turning back to the person who was actually talking to her. “Clara, we are doing this. It is what is best for the hotel and for you.” she then took one of his hands into her own, joining it with her other hand. “Now tell me you will be a good girl for Mr. Larson.”

Letting out a soft whimper Calvin glanced over to the man in the room, who at the moment seemed so much bigger and him so much smaller. A trainload's worth of things ran through Cal’s mind. Consequences of blurting out the truth, having to live in his hotel again. The deal with Mega Corp falling through or Moriah in her rage setting up some bullshit deal where they each sold forty nine percent of the company for almost nothing to the corporate giant and her extra percent sold for a proverbial dragon’s hoard. The thought of calling in to one of the girls in HR to have Sidney fired for laughing at him may have come up more than once. His course seemed locked at the moment though, or at least it was the best course of action with shitty options, so he relented.

“I will be a good girl for Mr. Larson.”