Contacts

I woke up in the mid-afternoon. The bed was soft and the sheets felt smooth and nice against my skin. I was back in Charlie's big double bed. Very gently I sat up in the bed. My body felt... it felt good. The constant pressure, desire, and emptiness I had felt the past couple of days were gone. Replaced by a warm feeling of comfort and pleasure. Like butterflies in your stomach when you are looking forward to something. I ran my fingers over my skin. It was smooth. For the first time since I changed, I was free of all restraints. I felt my chest. I was heavy more so than it had been last time I turned. Very gingerly I got up, expecting my legs to give away under me. They didn't. I took a few steps, experimentally testing myself out to make sure everything worked.

There was a stack of clothes on the bed. Panties and a bra, and a set of silk pajamas. On top was a card. It read "Nothing but the best for my girl. Love Charlie." Love... was that what he called it. Having **** me into this I wouldn't exactly call it love. The panties and bra fit me beautifully, not too tight, not too loose. The label read Victoria's Secret. The pajamas were also a perfect fit. Blue with the letters VL printed all over. Louis Vuitton, it said. I didn't know much about fashion and clothes but I knew enough to know these were probably expensive.

Fully dressed in my pj's I opened the door to the living room. Charlie was sitting on the couch watching TV. He looked up at me as I came in. "Morning beautiful," he said. "Sleep well?" I nodded. He got up and walked over. I looked down and almost braced myself for what he was about to do, but he just put his arms around me and hugged me tightly. It was a weird experience. I knew I was supposed to hate him for everything he had done, but my body was like putty in his arms. Just the smell of him was driving me. He was so good. The warmth of his touch, the pressure of his strong arms holding me, the scent of his manly body. He kissed my forehead, and let go. "Come join me in the kitchen," he said as he took my hand. I followed him over and sat down at the table.

"I have some things for you to sign," he said. I looked down at the table and the stack of papers. "What are these?" I asked. My feminine voice still surprised me. "These are some contracts we need to sign. It's important for your new life, as my girlfriend and future wife." His words made my stomach tingle. Butterflies at the thought of being his girlfriend and wife. How could this be? I should hate him, I should be revolted by this thought, but here I was giddy like a schoolgirl just at his words, warming at every touch.

"I have indicated all the places you need to sign," he said. "If you want to read them now that is fine." I should probably do that. I wouldn't be smart to sign anything without reading it first. "What are these contracts about?" I asked. He picked them up one by one and explained.

"This one is just a form for the government, to officially change you into a woman. We will have to go get new pictures taken for your passports and license. I put your new name down as Samantha. Hope that's fine with you?"

"This one confirms that you asked me to cum inside you and that I did not do that without your explicit consent. I also have a video of you doing that, so it's more of a formality." Video? Had he recorded all those sessions?

"This one is your safety net so to speak. It's a trust fund I had set up for you and our babies to ensure you are always taken care of should something happen to me." Wait, what? I looked at the number on the paper, there were so many zeros. How much money did Charlie's family have?

"As I promised, you will want for nothing. We will have a great life together, only the best for the mother of my babies," he smiled. I felt friendly, warm, and inviting. I thought back to the past days. He did say I would have a carefree life. I would be taken well care of. He really meant that. But he had also essentially **** me that first morning after we had dinner with his dad. And then again over several days of ****. Then... blissful orgasmic pleasure. He had cum inside me. My stomach was all butterflies again. I was no doubt pregnant right now. Such was the way of the breeder pill. I should absolutely hate him. Walk out of here right now and call the cops. But... the tingling in my stomach. I don't know if it was the pill, motherly instincts, or a combination of both. If I did that, my baby's father would be in jail. I would be a single mother with no job, no family, and no support.

I picked up the pen and signed my name. "Sam Waters." That would do for the government I guess. Then again "Samantha Waters" this time, confirming my willing participation in what had happened. And lastly for the trust fund. It felt so resolute. So determined as I put my name on paper, essentially giving myself to him.

"There," I said putting the pen back down. He looked a little shocked. Perhaps he was expecting me to protest more. "We should celebrate," he said finding his composure once more. "Yeah, we should," I answered. "By taking me shopping for new clothes to stock my wardrobe."