Daters on your marks!

Hillary stalked along the trail. "Fifteen minutes. Fifteen Minutes! Fifteen minutes to what? Throw myself at his feet and beg him to like me?" Kicking at an acorn on the trial, she cursed, remembering what Sage had said. "Shit! I can't even do that! He's gonna be deaf and blind! What the fuck? Like, I'm just gonna get on my knees and worship that manly cock?" Hillary stumbled. What the FUCK did I just say? Stopping mid-stride, Hillary closed her eyes and drew a deep breath, trying to clear her mind. Unfortunately for her, her mind had other plans. Hillary saw herself in her socks and a garter belt. No panties. She was shaved. What? No I'm NOT! I'm not putting myself through that itching and whatever for ANY man! She approached the sitting Master. He's NOT my Master! She knelt down and bowed her head in a sign of respect even though she knew he couldn't see her. NO! Gently, slowly, she ran her hands up his strong, long legs. Teasing him with her fingernails as she drew nonsensical patterns on his thighs. She fixated on his penis. Gently, she moved her hands to the insides of his thighs and gently pushed outward. The Master groaned in anticipation. His cock twitched. Flexed. Slowly began to lengthen and stiffen. Hillary watched as she moved forward on her knees, spreading her legs as she knelt. Saw her shaved cunt I don't want to! Please?. How wet her flower looked. She could see clearly that her lips were engorged. Brown and puffy. And as she leaned forward and licked the length of the Master's cock Do I HAVE to call him Master?, she saw, from the rear, her lower lips part, revealing the vivid pink flesh leading to her womb. With a shock, Hillary noticed as well that there was a large red jewel where her asshole should be. WHY?!? Can't I just blow him? Pleeeease?

She watched as some internal muscle flexed, gently moving the plug. Her hands were playing up and down the Master's toned and muscled chest. He's not really that buff, is he? Her mouth had abandoned his cock, now planting the lightest of kisses and caresses along his thighs, his belly, his balls. His balls? Really? Do I have to? Her fingertips lightly teased his nipples. He groaned. He chuckled. He thrust his groin in her general direction. Fully erect, his cock was intimidating. Pink flesh and darker, dusky purple head. No hair. I guess thanks for that? God knows that giving head is bad enough. I guess **** on a hair is out Hard and yet pliant. It's enough to go from my chin to the top of my head! Is this real? Leaning in, she inhaled. Savored his smell. She nuzzled his dick. Rubbed her cheek against the gently throbbing shaft. Watched the vein running the length beat in time with his heart. Lowering her head, she flattened her tongue and licked. From his scrotum to the head. One long, slow, languorous lick. He groaned in appreciation. He groaned in frustration. He groaned in need. Mmmm... Wait, what? Resting one forearm on his thigh, she laid her head against it and gently, softly stroked him, her fingers forming a cylinder around his cock, just barely grazing the skin as she moved up and down, slowly. Steadily. "Please" He spoke. He doesn't know it's me. Nobody knows it's me. I can do anything.

The power of the situation was clearly getting to the kneeling Hillary. Gently pulling his cock forwards, she put the head in her mouth and licked off the little bead of clear fluid before taking the head completely in her mouth and circling it once, twice, a third time before bringing her tongue to the area underneath the head, where the scar from his circumcision lay. Lightly sucking, she extended her tongue and pressed on the underside of his cockhead, sliding her tongue in and out. Rubbing against that oh so sensitive spot. His frenulum. I know what it's called. His response was instant. His body jerked as if shocked. The sudden, involuntary thrusting of his hips held in check by the hand still wrapped around his cock. As it was, an inch or two still made it into her mouth. She stroked her hand up and down his shaft while continuing to play with the head. She hummed. Once again, the response was instant and involuntary. His head jerked back, his eyes squeezed shut. She saw his arms flex at unseen bonds. "Huuuuh Oh Fuck!", he gasped. Hillary saw that the Hillary on her knees had leaned forward, had taken the arm that had rested on the Master's thigh and reached back. No. No. I don't want to do that! It's perverted. It's WRONG! She could see clearly lines of liquid running from her pussy down her inner thighs. There were drops hanging suspended from her labia. She watched in awe as a slight movement by the kneeling Hillary caused it to jostle free and fall to the floor. She watched the kneeling Hillary begin to toy with the red jeweled plug. She moaned. The kneeling Hillary moaned. Hummed. The Master moaned. Gasped. Begged. Strained. Hillary watched horrified, fascinated FUCK I should NOT think this is hot! as her slender fingers gripped the red jewel and began to slowly twist and pull it. She watched with horrified fascination as the kneeling woman's anus stretched. She heard her other self moaning as the improbably large bulb of the plug popped free. She watched disbelievingly as the other her toyed with herself before re-seating the jeweled plug. The kneeling Hillary straightened her posture and suddenly brought her head towards the Master's groin.

The Master froze. Completely locked up. She could see that every muscle in his body was taught, trying vainly to free himself from whatever held him. Hillary saw her lips kissing the skin at the base of his cock. Watched her tongue Is it really that long? snake out of her mouth and caress his balls. The Master moaned. He screamed. He begged. "Please! Please! I'm so close! Please!" She wasn't sure exactly what he wanted. She wasn't sure if he knew what he wanted. To stop? To continue? To finish? She watched the kneeling Hillary's throat flex, saw the muscles moving as she repeatedly swallowed the Master's cock. She watched as the kneeling Hillary reached back to finally extract the plug from her ass. No WAY is something that big going in there! She watched as her asshole didn't quite close. She saw herself pushing herself off of the impaling dick. Slowly, even though the kneeling Hillary was red-faced. Had to be dying for a breath. But slowly. Putting the Master's pleasure first. Putting her needs second. Like she should. Like was proper. She pushed herself to her feet. Leaned forward and let a wad of accumulated spit fall from her mouth to the Master's dick. Reaching behind herself, the now-standing Hillary teased first one, then two, and finally three fingers into her rear passage. Gently spreading her fingers. Stretching. Preparing. Straightening, she turned around, and with one hand on his thigh and the other wrapped around his cock, she lowered herself, eyes closed, a moan of pure pleasure and satisfaction-

"Hillary! I asked if we could talk!" With a start, Hillary was brought back to the present. She was leaning against a tree, one hand gripping her breast. The voice came from behind her again. "Can we talk, please?" Grace. It was Grace. Fuck! Why did that vision or dream stop right before - Hillary caught her thoughts before they could finish their treacherous journey. Turning around, she faced the shorter blonde. Grace either didn't notice or chose not to comment on Hillary's flushed appearance.

"We need to talk, I think", Grace stated. "This speed dating thing might be something you and I could do well in."

"I don't want to let him fuck my ass!" Hillary wished that she didn't sound petulant. Pouty. Whiny.

"Huh? Oookay? I wasn't going to suggest that, at least not today. I think that you'll probably need to though, sooner rather than later. First-time bonuses aren't easy to come by, and you're uniquely situated to do that and probably really enjoy it, if what I learned last night- "

"I got it. Thanks, Grace", Hillary interrupted. "If not my umm... situation, what did you want to talk about?"

"I need someone to help me test my hypothesis." Seeing Hillary's look of confusion, Grace continued. "About my transformation. The contract one. I don't know if my willingness to assist you and help with your...", she gestured at Hillary's breasts. "Your situation is altruism on my part, compulsion from when you retained me, or maybe this newest one that sexualizes me feeding from you. I need someone to contract with me to do something on this speed date that I wouldn't do on my own."

"So what are you thinking?", Hillary asked.

"That's just it. I don't know! Obviously I wouldn't want to sabotage myself, but I don't care for the idea of someone forcing me to do that. I'm fairly open-minded sexually, so again, most things that we could do are probably things I've done before... Truthfully, I was hoping you'd have an idea."

"Grace, I'm sorry", Hillary replied. I can't think of anything offhand. We've got a little under two hours. What're you going to do between now and then?"

"I'm not sure. I was thinking about what Jane said."

"What part?", Hillary asked.

"The part where she suggested that we all, uh, shave? It's not that I'm rabidly opposed to it. When I was a competitive gymnast, I kept mine shaved. Those competition leotards are pretty revealing. I was just wondering if you were going to or..."

"Hell. I don't know! I wasn't planning on letting him anywhere near my pussy. But the way Jane was talking, I dunno. I feel like I should? Maybe? Like, how bad would it be to make him feel good?" Hillary abruptly stopped, clenching her eyes shut. Hanging her head, she sighed. "Fuck. Now I can't NOT think about it. I didn't look, but was there shaving stuff in the bathroom? Hillary's voice was resigned. "I guess I'm headed back to the cabin. I remember Louise telling me that Dave-sama used to go wild when she shaved." Hillary turned and began walking towards the cabins.

Does she realize what she just said? Grace decided not to point it out. Seeing that Hillary was a dead end as far as ideas went, Grace called out. "I'm going to head back to the Center! Do you need anything?"

"I'm fine. I can't believe I'm considering doing this for a man who won't even SEE it!", Hillary groused as she walked back to her cabin.

Turning, Grace made her way to the Center. Shortly after her conversation with Hillary, Grace passed Suzanne, who was headed back to the cabins.

"Hey Grace! Jane and Louise and I were going to talk at the center about, uh... you know. You're welcome to join us", Suzanne offered by way of greeting.

That might be just what I need, thought Grace. Smiling, she thanked Suzanne and made her way to the Center.

*****

Entering her cabin, Suzanne made a beeline to her journal. She had intended to turn right around and go back, but she thought to look in her book again. After the morning's revelation about the dream being a shared event, Suzanne thought back to the first thing the Book had told her. Bethany played with herself while Angela was going down on Jane. Bethany basically played with Angela! Suzanne couldn't help it. Her mind went back to the dream from the previous night. She was still very confused and conflicted. She definitely didn't think of the twins in a romantic way, but that dream had been... hot. Opening up the Book, Suzanne thought before putting her pen to the paper. "I'm thinking about giving Dave a blowjob for my speed date. But I'm not really sure that I'll go through with it. It's kind of scary with him not being able to talk. What if I do it wrong?"

The Book's reply was quick. "Hillary is currently shaving her pussy to please the Master. She is trying to decide on whether to act out a scene from her imagination where she watched herself have anal sex with the Master during her speed date."

Suzanne squeaked in shock. She had absolutely heard some of the more crude boys at school talking about anal, and while she was not very experienced with porn, she had seen anal sex before. She had just thought that much like everything else in porn, what she was seeing on the screen just couldn't be real life. But maybe it is? At least for Hillary? Does Dave want to do that with her? She paled. With me? "I don't know if I could let Dave have anal sex with me. Is that something he wants? How does that work?" She had written the words before the action registered with her mind.

"He's done it before. He thought it was enjoyable, primarily from the taboo nature of the act, and from the dynamic between him and his partner. She was into some mild humiliation and power play. To her, having Dave "****" her to take his dick in her ass and then "making" her cum while telling her what a dirty girl she was really did it for her. Louise wasn't his partner for that. Angela and Grace both have done anal before. Both found it fairly enjoyable, eventually. Hillary and Bethany haven't ever had anything in their ass. Not in the real world at least. Jane has experienced anal play, but not anal sex. Grace is your best bet to ask."

"Grace? GRACE Grace?" Suzanne was shocked. Angela, she had no problem believing that the tattooed and pierced punk would have done something wild like that. But Grace? She was so petite and quiet. And she was an assistant D.A.! Suzanne knew that Grace was somewhere in her early 30's, but subconsciously she kept on thinking of the shorter woman as being younger than herself because of her short stature and petite frame. I've got to stop that! She's a grown, PROFESSIONAL woman. And was the Book talking about the dream when it said "in the real world"? Looking at the clock, Suzanne realized that she had spent longer than she had intended in her cabin. Closing the Book, she tucked the pen in its loop and hurried out the door to meet up at the Center.

*****

Grace entered the Center and immediately spotted Jane and Louise. Approaching the two women, Grace gave a shy wave. "Grace! We were waiting for Suzanne. She was pretty nervous and we thought we'd try to calm her down a bit. You're welcome to join us", said Jane.

"Thank you very much. I was hoping to discuss something with you before Suzanne gets here. I passed her on the trail near the dining hall, so we should have a few minutes", Grace replied. Seeing the wary looks on the faces of Jane and Louise, Grace held up her hands. "I promise that I'm not trying to mess with anyone. I'm looking for advice for me. Specifically, I am trying to figure out how my transformations work." And quickly and succinctly, Grace explained her theories on her transformations and her desire to discover to what extent her emotions were being controlled. "So I've come to you to see if you could help me. I need someone to contract with me to do something I wouldn't normally do so that I can see how much, if any, my mind is being affected by that transformation. Can you help?"

"Sure thing." Louise's reply was almost instant. "Umm... what are some things that you wouldn't normally do?" Thinking quickly, Louise added, "That wouldn't also sabotage you in this contest."

Grace thought about it. "How about I write up a list of things that I am not comfortable doing or that aren't what I'm currently considering doing? Maybe pick something from that list? And I checked earlier, I can transfer BPs to you, so you won't be out of pocket for helping me."

"That sounds like a plan", Jane replied. "Here. " She handed Grace a piece of paper and a pen. "There was a stack of loose paper and envelopes by the door. Apparently in case we want to send each other letters." She rolled her eyes.

Grace took the pen and paper and sat at a table. Thinking, she began to write. A short time later, her list was complete. She walked over and handed it to Jane. Louise leaned over to take a look. Looking at Grace, Jane inclined her head. "For a no-nonsense prosecutor, you're a bit wilder than I thought." Seeing the flush darken Grace's cheeks, Jane hastened to explain. "No! I meant that as a compliment! OK... maybe a little bit of teasing, but seriously, I wasn't criticizing you."

Louise picked up where Jane had left off. "I might come pick your brain sometime. I didn't have a lot of experience sexually before David, and now..." She shrugged. "I reckon I'm somewhere in between Bethany and Suzanne on one end and I THOUGHT maybe you, again, no offense! But maybe Hillary? She likes to talk big, but she's not THAT experienced. Not that there's anything wrong with having experience or being inexperienced!" Louise seemed on the verge of a panic attack.

Grace laughed and put a calming hand on Louise's shoulder. "It's fine, Louise. I understand. I rather like being able to surprise my partner with the unexpected." Grace blushed. "I didn't really intend to share that."

Seeing an opportunity, Jane spoke up. "So, before you arrived, Lou and I were browsing the Trading Post inventory. Here. Check it out." Jane passed a tablet over to Grace. "There's a couple more of these tablets over by the fireplace. Anyways, we were looking at the inventory. I was curious what all Sage had on offer. There's a lot of stuff for sale that I can see really jamming someone up. There's a bunch of temporary transformations, some one-use items, some temporary boons, and even upgrades for existing transformations."

"Wait, what? Why would I want to upgrade one of my transformations?" Grace was confused.

"Who said that you could only upgrade YOUR OWN transformation?", Jane countered.

Grace understood. "I see. That's basically a declaration of war, right? We're not going to do that to each other, right?" The petite blonde looked worried.

"I don't think that's anything to worry about. What I was going to propose was to contract with you to buy a temporary transformation for yourself that specifically deals with an item from your list. My thinking is that it should help you in the contest, and also maybe make something you're not in love with doing a little easier? I saw several that could easily address something on your list that are purely physical in nature, no mind-fuck stuff. Isn't that what you're wanting? A way to see how much your mind has been altered?"

Grace considered. "I think that'll work. I can't say that I'm thrilled at the prospect of anything on that list, but if the transformation makes it easier without messing with my mind, then I think I'll be one step closer to answering my question. So sure. I guess?" She smiled. "Make me an offer"

Jane held up a hand. "One sec. Just to make sure that you're on board with this, I'm about to in effect MAKE you buy a temporary transformation for yourself that will basically make you do something that you've specifically said you're not really comfortable with for the purposes of an experiment. Is that right?"

Grace nodded. "It is. I consent."

Jane nodded. "OK. Can you give us just a couple of minutes to confer?" Grace nodded and walked towards the door.

"I'll be on the porch in a rocking chair."

After Grace left, Jane looked to Louise. The taller woman had a hungry look in her eye. "C'mon Lou. She's trusting us. I know that right now my pussy is telling me that this is really hot, but we gotta go easy. Justify her trust in us. Maybe we'll play around in the store ourselves, OK?" Jane shifted in her seat. "Even if the idea of watching her get railed is doing some things for me right now."

Louise gave a low moan. "I know. She's so... small! Like, she's fun-sized! I think it'd be hot to watch Dave just Olympic-level fuck her." As if hearing herself for the first time, Louise blushed and pinched the bridge of her nose. "That's really taking some getting used to. The way my mind just goes to imagining all kinds of prevented shit? Will I just end up spewing nonstop filth by the time this is over?"

Patting Louise on the back, Grace shook her head. "I'm not sure, but something tells me no. If these transformation things are supposed to mold us into what Brewer wants, I can say with a degree of certainty that he wouldn't want that. Dirty mind? Yes. Dirty talk, or dirty *whisper*? Sure. Maybe even ACTING on the aforementioned dirty talk. Absolutely. Nonstop porno-talk, I don't think so." Jane held up the tablet and pointed to something. "What about this one? Think it'll work? "

Lost in her thoughts, Louise wasn't really paying attention. "Sure. Sounds good! Think there are any that I should get? You know, for me?"

"I think you'd be better off saving for now, but you do you, sis", Jane replied.

Frowning, Louise sighed. "Damn. No. You're right. I should probably save for a rainy day or something. I'll go get Grace." And with that, she got to her feet and went to find Grace.

Louise returned after locating Grace and waited beside Jane for Grace to come in. "So have you made a decision?", she asked.

"We have. Last chance to change your mind." Jane wanted to make absolutely sure that this was what Grace wanted.

"Do it. I'm definitely apprehensive, but I really need to sort this out", Grace replied.

"Fair enough. I would like to contract with you to purchase this," Jane reached out and pointed at where she thought the item in question was. "And immediately use it on yourself."

Jane: -3000 BP

Grace: + 3000 BP

Grace: -2000 BP** Trading Post purchase**

"Wait! Why did the price jump up 2500 BP? Did you change your mind?" Jane was confused and borderline angry. "I thought you couldn't lie! How come what was supposed to cost me 500 BP suddenly jumped to 3000?"

Pale faced, Grace pressed a spot on the touchscreen and immediately fell to her knees, hands to her throat.

"Grace!" Both Jane and Louise rushed to the stricken woman. "Grace! What is it? Here! Grab her feet Jane. Get her on her back so she can breathe." Louise placed Grace's head in her lap and put two fingers to Grace's neck looking for a pulse. Finding a strong, if rapid heartbeat, Louise asked Jane, "Is she breathing?"

"She is", came the reply. Grace had stopped thrashing and slowly lowered her hands from her throat. Blearily, she opened her eyes, looking first at Jane and then up to Louise.

"I think there's been a mix-up."

"What do you mean?", asked Jane. "I was going to get you to purchase the temporary throat-pussy thing. You had said being face-fucked wasn't something you'd like to do, so I thought that would fit the bill. When I thought about asking you, I just knew it would be 500 BP. But then, when I pointed..." Jane looked stricken. "Oh no. Please tell me I didn't forget my right and my left when you were holding that fucking thing!"

"Huh?" Louise was confused.

"It's OK", said Grace. "I know you didn't mean to. But once you said it, I had to."

"Grace, I am SO sorry!" Jane was nearly in tears. "I didn't mean to do that, I swear!" Jane closed her eyes, and nodding her head as if making a decision, she looked at Grace. "Buy something for me. Just, not too crazy?"

Grace blinked. Louise looked between the two women. "Will someone please tell me what the fuck just happened? Why are you freaking out, Jane? Why did Grace look like she was ****? What just happened?!?"

Jane buried her face in her hands and mumbled a reply. Louise looked to Grace. "Can you translate that please?"

"She said she accidentally made me buy the permanent ThroatPussy upgrade instead of the temporary one. They're side by side in the shop, which is poor organization, I have to say. Why would you have temporary and permanent transformation side by side? Anyways, I believe from what Jane said, is that she reached around and pointed at the top right. Her top right. My left. When she was holding the tablet, the top right was the temporary one. The top left was the permanent one. The BP price went way up because, as I'm sure you can understand, I am not thrilled with the idea of further changes to myself."

"Oh my God. Grace! I am so sorry! I'm sure it was an accident! Jane wouldn't do that on purpose!" Louise tried to console the petite blonde. But what's done is done, eh? That sounds like a mighty fine upgrade for David. Louise tried to banish the thought but it persisted. Jane and I just inflicted a permanent transformation on this woman, and my first thought is how hot it would be to watch David fuck her mouth? Louise tried to get angry at herself. Tried to feel disgusted. All she felt was her pussy getting wet. Trying to fill the awkward silence, Louise said the first thing that came to mind. "So what does it do? If it means that you can deepthroat now without issue, I'm gonna be jealous!" Realizing what she had just said, Louise moaned and buried her face in her hands. "Shit, Grace. I am sorry. I can't even fucking apologize without sexualizing it!"

Surprisingly, Grace smiled at that. Reaching out for both Jane and Louise, Grace attempted to calm the two distraught women. "It's OK. Really. The more I think about it, the less bothered I am. I promise. I'm just thankful you didn't point to something that would drastically change my appearance. I'm fine. I promise. It just caught me off guard is all. Jane, please don't beat yourself up over this. I know it was an accident. Will you accept some BP? I know you didn't mean to spend that much."

Jane looked back at Grace, stunned. "Let you pay me for violating you??? Absolutely not! And I mean it. Grace, you can pick out something for me. Seriously. Just, you know, don't fuck with how I look too much? Please?"

Grace shook her head. "I'm not going to do that, Jane. It's fine. Seriously. Please don't worry about it."

"Will someone please tell me what the fuck just got bought, exactly?" Louise was proud of herself for controlling the tone of her voice. Mostly.

"Yeah. Look here. It's this." Grace pointed at the tablet's screen.

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"....."

"Ummm... that's... that's something alright." Louise wasn't quite sure what to say. I REALLY want to watch Dave fuck her mouth, now! Louise looked guiltily at Grace, certain that the shorter woman could read her thoughts. Thankfully, Grace was looking at Jane.

"Jane, for the last time. I am being completely honest here. It's fine. You don't have to get a transformation to be even with me." Grace felt like if she said that sentence approximately three thousand more times, Jane might just listen. "Please don't worry."

"Umm... Grace? Can I ask you something?" Louise had a nagging thought. "Before this little", Louise twirled her finger to encompass the three of them sitting on the ground. "Before this went sideways, how did you feel about buying a permanent transformation for yourself?"

"I was absolutely against it." Grace's response was automatic.

"And now?", asked Louise. "How do you feel now that you've gotten one, for lack of a better word, **** on you? How do you feel towards Jane? How do you feel about the prospect of", she paused, shifted in her seat. Face flushed, Louise continued. "How do you feel about David fucking your mouth?" Oh God that is fucking hot! I want to see that! Louise hoped that the sudden spike in arousal she felt while asking that last question hadn't made it into her voice.

"Hmmm..." Grace closed her eyes and tilted her head to the side, deep in thought. "I'm actually alright with it. It doesn't really bother me all that much. And I'm good with Jane. I still have positive emotions regarding her. As for face fucking?", Grace colored a little, the blush noticeable on her pale skin. "I think I'm looking forward to it? I certainly don't feel as strongly about it as I did when I wrote the list. I was REALLY not a fan of that. I tried it once before with a boyfriend. Constantly fighting the urge to puke, not being able to breathe, just feeling like less of a partner and more of an object? That might do it for some girls, but for me it was a one and done. Looking back, I think I lasted maybe a minute, minute and a half? But yeah. Thinking about it now, I don't think I feel any different from the thought of having regular sex. Obviously, I still feel uncomfortable with the idea that I am now part of a guy's harem. A guy, that, while handsome enough, isn't who I would normally go for in terms of men. I don't dislike him. Not at all. I think he's a good cop and as a prosecutor, I always feel a little bit calmer when I see his name on the cover sheet of the arrest packet. He does good work." Turning to Jane, Grace squeezed the distraught woman's hand. "So do you, for that matter. You'd be surprised how much our office and the defense bar talk about the report writing that the cops and deputies do. I've settled several cases that were perhaps on the weaker side of things based on the reputation of the officer's name on it." She grimaced. "Of course, I've had to go to trial on what should be a slam dunk because the officer had a reputation for half-assing it. But back to my point. I understand that sex is going to happen at some point. It's inevitable if I want any chance at getting out of this in any kind of recognizable fashion, so I'm not going to try to avoid it. I would like to get to know him a little better before we do, but in a vacuum, I feel pretty ambivalent about the idea of a rougher blowjob." Thinking about what she had just said, Grace added, "By rougher, I mean deepthroat stuff, not getting slapped and called names. Again, to each their own, but that's not me."

"That's what I was afraid of", said Louise. "You said the motivation for this was to see if your transformation messed with your perception of things you were contracted to do and your emotions towards the people who contracted with you. I think we have our answer. I think we need to be VERY careful going forward. It also appears that your emotions towards David have shifted slightly as well, since he's the only one who will be doing that to you." Unless one of us gets a strap-on. Oh my God! We could spit-roast her! Or fill every hole! Oh God! How much would it take for THAT? Mentally chastising herself, Louise **** herself to abandon her ever-increasingly lewd thoughts and focus back on Grace.

Grace's eyes widened. "Oh holy shit. You're right! I know that I was adamantly against a permanent change before this happened. I'm STILL against more permanent changes. But I can't bring myself to be upset about the one I just got! Perhaps not the best way to get results, but it's a result all the same."

Jane looked miserable. "That's just fucking great. What I'm hearing is that you SHOULD be mad at me, but because I made you buy that damn thing, you're no longer CAPABLE of being mad at me for that. I'm such a piece of shit!"

Grace surged forward and tackled the surprised Jane. Pinning the larger woman to the ground, Grace straddled Jane's torso and put her weight on her hands, which were pushing Jane's shoulders into the carpet. "Jane. For the last time." Each word was crisply enunciated. "I am fine. THIS is fine. WE are fine. Please stop beating yourself up. Besides, Suzanne is going to be here any minute and I'd just as soon keep this between us for now. OK?"

From her position on her back, Jane found herself looking up into a pair of intense blue-grey eyes. Nodding dumbly, Jane's gaze shifted downwards. Her neck doesn't LOOK different, does it? I mean, I guess it wouldn't? Because it's the inside that got changed? Fuck! Get it together, Randall! Her eyes trailed further down. In the form-fitting camp t-shirts, Jane could easily make out the shape of the shorter woman's breasts. With a start, Jane realized that she could easily see Grace's nipples tenting her shirt. Is she into the idea now? Or does she like being on top of me? Jane's musings were cut short as Grace shifted her weight backwards and stood up. Getting to her feet, Jane looked back to Grace. "I know you said we're good. I hear ya. But that doesn't change how I feel. Part of me thinks that this is hot. That's the new me. Old Jane is still in here", she said pointing towards her own head. "I don't know how for long or how strong she'll be, but a part of me at least knows I should feel guilty. I still feel like I owe you something." Holding up her hand to forestall any further argument, Jane pressed on. "Just, think about it, OK? Can we talk about it maybe later this afternoon?" Getting an affirmative nod from Grace, Jane nodded back. "Good. And look who it is! Suzanne! Right on time!"

Turning, the other women looked towards the door to see Suzanne backlit by the morning sun. Suddenly looking like an embarrassed teenager, Suzanne blushed. Louise stepped forward and took Suzanne by the hand. "I'm glad you came. Come on. Let's sit over here and the four of us are going to talk about some things." And with that, the foursome pulled a couple of chairs over to the couch and began their self-appointed task of giving Suzanne a lecture on practical sex.

*****

"Beth! Are you fucking serious? That's impossible! There's no fucking way! Are... Are you OK? I was so turned on, and I thought it was a dream, so I made you do all that stuff! Oh my God! " Angela was in shock. Bethany had taken her back down to the boathouse. It seemed as likely a spot as any for some privacy.

"Ang. It's fine. I'm not upset about it. If you recall, I came so hard I blacked out. Not what I expected, but I'm not mad about it. Tell me." Beth looked Angela in the eye. "How do you feel about the fact that you're topless and nobody else is?"

"I'm embarrassed", came the immediate reply.

"But what else? Are you angry at me? Do you resent me for doing this? Are you turned on? Tell me the truth. All of it."

Angela shivered. "I'm not mad. I'm not resentful. I'm also thinking about how hard I came last night right after you came. Suzanne actually squirted on you! All over your face! I've NEVER cum so hard in my life! I was definitely embarrassed when Dave stared at me when we came in. But I've also been wet for most of the morning. He kept looking at me. It made me feel good, knowing that he finds me, us, attractive. And it makes my pussy twitch every time you make me do something. But I think you knew that last part already. You feel it to, don't you?"

Bethany smiled. "Yeah. I do. I feel it as well when I tell you to do something."

"Same", Angela replied. "So now what? Oh shit! Suze! Is she? Are we? Does she hate me?" Angela was suddenly pale, antsy.

"Relax", Beth said. "She and I talked about it while you were in the shower. She's fine. She said she didn't know if she was ready for a repeat in the real world, but that she figured that was just a matter of time. I rather feel the same way. On both counts."

Taking a deep breath and slowly letting it out, Angela visibly calmed. "OK. So. Today. What's the plan? What are we going to do?"

"That's part of what I wanted to talk to you about", said Bethany. "If you recall, last night was the first time anyone other than you or the doctor has seen me nude since we were in diapers. I have no clue what to do. Or what I want to do. I kind of wish our roles were reversed and you could tell me to do something so I wouldn't have to freak out about it so much. What are you thinking about doing?"

"I dunno. I think the easy answer is something purely sexual. Like a handy. Or a blowjob. Or even fucking him." Seeing her sister blush and pale at the various options as she listed them, Angela hastened to add, "Not that I think everyone is going to fuck him. I'd be surprised if anyone other than Louise did, honestly. I'm just saying that those are some easy to list options. That said, they're not necessarily all equally easy to do. I've heard guys say that they'd rather just get themselves off than get head from a certain girl again. I've also heard guys say that forget head, there was this one girl that one time that gave them a handy that felt better than any bj they'd ever gotten. There's a whole spectrum of skill and technique for each of those things. And then there's the stuff that's sexy, but not sexual. Like a lapdance. Grinding all over him. Teasing him. Giving him a big ol' pair of blue balls." Angela grinned. "It's like with strippers. They can touch the guy, the guy can't touch them. You'd think that they'd say 'fuck this, I'm not paying you to fucking blue ball me', but nope! Guys are buying these bitches houses for NOT fucking them! So there's other things you can do other than sex stuff. Me? I'll probably go with a handy and a bj? I think? I think I want to keep my identity a secret from him, so I'm going to try to minimize body contact with him. We're pretty easy to identify, I think." Looking down, she grimaced. "Beth, I'm SO sorry I got you into this mess." Angela felt the beginnings of hot tears forming in her eyes.

"Don't cry." Angela's head whipped up. "Ang, for the last time, please, listen to me. I don't blame you. It's not your fault. No, I wouldn't have chosen this appearance for myself, but that ship has sailed. We're in this thing together. And apparently our relationship is going to get... complicated. But you're now and always my sister. I love you and I won't let you sit there and beat yourself up for something that's not your fault!" Bethany crossed her arms under her breasts. "I WILL blame you for that time that you were trying that new move from ballet and you fell on my Barbie dream house and broke the balcony off. THAT was your fault." Bethany was extremely pleased to see a smile appear on her sister's face. "But this stuff? Here? It's not your fault. And as this whatever grows between us, I won't blame you for that either. OK? Can we drop this now?"

Angela's answer was to wrap Bethany in a fierce hug. "We're good." Tears were coming now, but they were of happiness, love. "I won't blame you either. It just feels so good when I tell you to do something. Honestly, I'm not sure which is better... being on the giving end or the receiving end. But I understand. It's going to happen more. I love you and will always love you. You're the best sister I could have ever hoped for." And breaking the hug, Angela lifted her head from where she had been resting her chin on Bethany's shoulder.

Before Bethany knew what had happened, Angela had leaned in and kissed her. On the mouth! She felt a feather-light tug on her nipple ring and moaned. And that was all the opening Angela needed. Her tongue shot forward into her sister's mouth and began to caress and wrestle with her sister's. Bethany was aware that Angela's other hand had moved to her cheek, lightly caressing her with her thumb as they kissed. Feeling uncertain, but unable to break the moment, Bethany found her hands reaching for her sister. At first, she simply held her sister's waist. Like some awkward middle-school dance, she thought. As Angela's hand abandoned it's gentle tug on her nipple ring in favor of cupping her whole breast, Bethany moaned and elected to copy her sister. With one hand cupping and playing with the barbell piercing in her sister's nipple, Bethany's other hand fell to her sister's ass. It is a nice ass, Bethany admitted to herself. Angela had done a better job with fitness than she had. While they had looked more or less identical, Beth knew that her own butt, my old butt, had been much softer, less muscular.

Feeling her sister begin to reciprocate, Angela likewise moved her hand from Bethany's cheek. Her first stop on her journey south was to gently toy with her sister's other nipple ring. Angela reveled in the needy mewls that she was able to produce from Beth. She gloried in the sensation that her ministrations were having on her own chest. Finally! My tits are getting played with EXACTLY how I want them to be! Angela groaned, and heard her own noise echoed back to her as Beth gave an especially firm tug to her nipple. Juuuust the right amount of pain and pleasure. Let's see how she does with this! Abandoning Bethany's breast, Angela flattened her hand and drove it southward, fingers towards the ground, palm flush with her sister's belly. She heard her sister's anticipatory gasp as her hand crossed the waistband of Bethany's shorts. Finding the junction where Bethany's legs joined her torso, Angela cupped her hand and gently rubbed her sister through her clothes. Beth's response was immediate as was Angela's. For Angela, she had long been used to the piercings in her vagina. To feel Beth's, so foreign, yet so familiar as the feedback of pleasure continued, was a novel experience. She gently squeezed and pressed her palm up, putting delicious, teasing pressure on both of their clits.

Bethany broke the kiss, panting. "Ang? " She was conflicted. Torn. Confused. Angela had played her like a fiddle. Pushing all the right buttons and working her up to a fever pitch. Of course, Angela was in the same boat. Both twins were full of lust and desire, and short on coherent thought.

"Relax, Beth. It feels good, right?", Angela purred in her sister's ear. She wiggled the ring through her sister's clit with her middle finger, gasping at the sudden jolt to her own pussy as Bethany experienced the same. "Tell me to do it. Tell me!"

Beth heard the lust in her sister's voice. Felt the raging inferno of need boiling in her pussy. Her nipples ached wonderfully. Her clit throbbed. Pleasure was everywhere. All-consuming. Rational thought was a thing of the past. "Angela. Lick me." The words came out. Bethany thought she might cum from the sensation alone. She wasn't sure if Angela didn't. It didn't matter. The train had left the station. Keep your arms and legs inside the ride until it comes to a full and complete stop. "On your knees. Now." No doubt about it. Angela did orgasm with that command. Beth thought she might if Angela so much as breathed on her. Bethany watched through lust-clouded eyes, as Angela, her face a mask of slavish devotion and pleasure Oh God! That's so hot! sank to her knees in front of Beth. Running her fingers up Bethany's legs, Angela hooked her fingers inside the waistband of Beth's shorts and underwear and pulled them down in one smooth motion. Bethany stepped out of her shorts and looked down at her sister. Her twin. Her and yet not her. She wrapped a hand in the hair at the back of Angela's head and pulled her face towards her dripping pussy. "Lick my pussy little sister." Bethany came. Angela cried out, the sound muffled by Beth's cunt. With every pant, every moan by Angela, Bethany experienced pleasure untold.

Angela was a woman possessed. She couldn't stop even if she had wanted to. This was by far the best oral sex she had ever had. NOBODY had ever licked her this well. Stupidly, she grinned. Of course they can't! Nobody knows my pussy better than me! The sensation was so wild. She tasted Beth. Could feel the rings decorating her sister's pussy. Felt the swollen flesh that was her sister's clit. And felt the same sensations in her own pussy. It was as if the woman she was going down on was perfectly imitating what Angela was doing. Angela's last coherent thought for some time was to think that she wouldn't mind swapping with Beth later on.

The sisters lay in a sweaty heap. Bethany had been unable to remain standing and had sat down before laying down. Her hand had never let up its pressure on the back of Angela's head and she had happily followed her sister's gushing pussy as her knees had buckled. Bethany was sprawled on her back. Her shirt pushed up so that she could more easily play with her nipples. Angela lay between Bethany's legs, cheek resting on Bethany's lower belly. The gentle rise and fall of her makeshift pillow was soothing to Angela after the impromptu whatever that was, she thought. Idly, she traced her fingers up and down Beth's leg. She watched the sun glint off the ring piercing her sister's clitoral hood. "Beth?" Her voice was husky. Raw. She craned her neck to look at Bethany's face.

"Yeah Ang?"

"Are you good? Are you OK? I... I don't know what -"

"Ang. Stop. I'm good. Better than good. I was there too, you know? I could have stopped it at any time. I'm not really sure what to think to be honest. I've never felt so good before. Not even last night. In the dream. I know what we did is wrong, but I don't really feel bad about it. Truthfully, I'm feeling a little weird because I don't feel weird. But I love you Ang. More than ever." Chuckling, she added, "And differently, too, now. I guess." Reaching down, she smoothed the hair from her sister's eyes and began gently stroking it. "But I'm good. I don't know about actually doing this with other people yet, though. This is brand new territory for me, you know? But I'm so glad you're here with me."

Angela smiled at her sister. It was almost like when they had been kids. They had been so in tune with one another. Before I had to go be a brat and do my own thing, she reminded herself. It felt good to be on the same page as Beth. As if a piece had been missing from her and she was just now realizing it. Rolling to her hands and knees, she found herself staring down at her sister's pussy. Cheekily, she leaned down and gave her sister's clit a quick kiss I guess I just kissed MY clit, huh? and shivering at the pleasant sensation, she stood up. Offering her hand to her sister, her eyes went wide. "Oh shit! What time is it? I don't think Sage will like it if we're late!"

As Bethany scrambled to untangle her shorts and underwear, a voice spoke to the pair. "You're right. I wouldn't. But fret not, You have time."

"Aaahhh!" Bethany instinctively tried to cover her chest and groin while also getting dressed and managed to fail at all of it. Sage laughed and waved away Bethany's shyness. "Girl, please. It's not like I haven't seen it all before. I helped write that dream last night, you know. Additionally, along with your roommates and me, there's also the audience who just LOVED that little display of sisterly bonding. The sooner you get comfortable without clothes, the easier it's gonna be for you. Maybe Angela will have you naked when her turn comes around."

Neither twin could ignore the spike in arousal that thought brought them.

"Now. Normally, I wouldn't do this, but given the enthusiasm with which you have embraced the morning, shall we say, as soon as you're finished fussing over clothes, I'll teleport us to the Center. Incidentally, you have 3 minutes before we're late. Hurrying to get dressed, Bethany was able to finish before the allotted time ran out. With a sudden sense of vertigo that passed as quickly as it came, the twins found themselves outside the Center, flanking Sage. "Head on in. I shall join you directly. Oh, and Angela dear?"

Angela, hearing her name, turned inquiringly towards Sage.

Sage tossed a handkerchief to Angela and winked. "You might want to wipe your face. Your sister is all over it."