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Chapter 8

Chaz flipped through a deck of cards. He sat on the bed with his back against the headboard. Carina lay on the bed next to him, curled up in a ball. Her blouse was unbuttoned and miniskirt gathered around her waist. She was a hot piece of ass. If only Sarah would go for a m?nage-a-trois. It would have been a dream come true. Whenever he asked, she would reply, "I don't want some girl's tits in my face." So he flipped through the cards and waited for Carina to awaken.

He soon grew restless and slid off the bed. He searched through her dresser drawers. Several lingerie sets caught his eye. He made a mental note to have her wear them. In the bottom drawer, he found a vibrator set. It came complete with a remote control. An impish grin appeared on his face.

He carried over the set and gently lay on the bed near her bottom. As delicately as he could, he pealed the green silk panty gusset off her vagina. He then slathered a dildo with lubricant. He nestled the tip between her lips. He was sure she would awaken. He ever so gently pushed on the back. The slimy shaft slid through her labia and into her. She cooed and stirred a little. He paused and held his breath. When she settled down, he continued pushing. The shaft disappeared deep into her body until the beaded base moved between her labia. He pinched the gusset and drew it back into place. The light gleamed off the taut green silken fabric.

Rolling off the bed, he grabbed the remote control. This would be fun. He pressed the activation button. The dildo stirred to life. Ever so gently, it vibrated her sex. He gradually increased the intensity. Hums filled the air. Carina moved her legs and whimpered. She rolled onto her stomach but remained asleep.

Chaz frowned and placed his hands on his hips. She was supposed to wake up. He could slap his hands or slam the door, but it would not be as much fun.

Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted white ropes in the bottom drawer. Another mischievous plan came to him. He carried over the wad of ropes and dumped them on the bed. He moved her ankles together and coiled the rope around them. Little by little he drew the ropes tight until her ankles were pinned. He wove the ropes around her nylon sheathed legs until he came to her thighs. Then he tied them off, pinned them. He moved her arms behind her back and coiled more rope around her wrists. He tied them off too and still she did not wake up. He then tied her elbows and drew her shoulders back.

What the hell!?

He marched into his bedroom and to the laundry hamper. After flipping open the lid, he saw a pair of Sarah's black silk panties and nylons. He grabbed them from the laundry hamper and crushed the silken fabric tight in his hand. After marching back into Carina's room, he crawled onto the bed.

This would surely wake her. He pried open her mouth by pushing down on her chin. Her crimson lips parted and mouth open wide. Little by little he poked in the black silk panties until they filled her mouth. The sight of Sarah's black silk panties in Carina's mouth made him hard again. She snorted and stirred but remained asleep. Ever so gently he coiled the black nylons around Carina's head. When cinched tight, they creased the corners of her mouth and held the panty gag in tight.

Carina remained asleep.

Chaz could not figure it out. Was she in a coma? Then he saw the bottle of Neurocrine, powerful sleeping pills, on the nightstand and a half filled glass of water. He frowned and grumbled. The prescription strength drug was ten times more powerful than Ambien, Lunesta, and Sonata. It would be at least ten hours before she awoke.

Another evil idea occurred to him. He rolled her onto her stomach. After lubricating a small silver butt-plug, he fed it underneath her panties and wormed it into her ass. She stirred but never woke. He circled a rope around her waist and formed a crotch rope. When cinched tight, the rope creased her panties deep between her ass cheeks. He looped it around her wrists, bent her knees, and then tied it off to her ankles. Wouldn't she have a surprise when she woke.

As he left the room, he set the dildos on maximum. He set the remote control on the dresser. He then locked and closed the door. A snicker escaped his lips as he returned to his room.

Chaz flopped down onto his bed and sighed. The fun was over and boredom returned. He left the playing cards back in Carina's room. On the nightstand, he saw a headset. He was after all there on an assignment. He plugged in the cord to the outlet in the wall and set the headset in place.

He waited for a reaction ? something, anything. He fumbled with the controls and cursed under his breath. He removed and replaced the unit. Nothing happened.

It was broke, or so he assumed. He removed the headset and got up off the bed. With no entertainment, his mind began to wander. He wondered about the casino and the transformed girls. Had they really ever been guys, or was it all just an act. Might they just not be girls pretending to have once been guys? It was possible and plausible enough to comfort him.

On the nightstand next to Sarah's side of the bed, he spied an open jewelry box. He reached over and retrieved it. A gold ring with a sapphire stone lay inside it. Sarah owned a great many fine pieces of jewelry. Most of them he would not know if he saw it. This seemed different somehow. He removed the ring from the box and slipped it on the very tip of his middle finger. It was beautiful.

The ring snapped down to the base of his finger. Chaz jumped and grabbed his hand. The more he tried to pry off the ring, the more it hurt. It was as if sharp little teeth were biting into his flesh. "Shit!" he cursed and grimaced in pain.

His entire body burned and a spasm sucked the air from his lungs. He cried out in pain. Bizarre sensations flooded his brain. Engorged flesh bulged out and weighed heavy upon his chest. With his very next breath, elastic straps flexed around his torso. His mind searched for his manhood and sensed only a phantom void.

He tried to move his arms, but they were restrained. He looked up at the headboard. He lay on a bed in an unfamiliar room. Golden blonde tresses lay piled up about his head and draped across his neck. Black jacket sleeves covered his arms. Where they ended, black kid-leather gloves began. He flexed his hands feeling the leather. His fists were petite and delicate. White rope contrasted the black leather and bound his wrists. Both palms faced up at the ceiling. His hands were available but useless. He could not see a knot to untie. A length of rope secured them to the headboard, and even there he could not see a knot.

Pressing his chin to his chest, he saw lustrous blue silk stretched over a pair of mountainous breasts. The blouse sweetheart neckline was seamed with a matching diaphanous mesh. He could see through the mesh and saw fleshy swells filling out black satin cups. When he inhaled, the breasts and satin cups rose up and fell back down with the release.

Panic overthrew his reason. He flew into a wild, primal frenzy. He tugged his wrists and twisted them. "Mmnnn umnn," he mewed. Silk fabric filled his mouth and a nylon cleave gag drew down the corners of his crimson lips. He tried to move his legs, but rope dug into his tender flesh.

He sucked in shallow gasps of air and let out stifled screams. Lifting up his head from the bed, he saw feminine legs sheathed in black nylon. The knees were bent and thighs spread. A leather miniskirt was gathered up around his waist. Looking between his legs, he saw wide black satin garter straps cutting across golden flesh. At the junction of his legs, a black satin panty gusset stretched down and between his thighs. The narrow band of black lay flat between his stretched legs.

"Mmnn," he screamed with a girlish timbre. He fought to free his legs, but white rope bound his calves to the side rails of the bed. His breathing sped up, and breasts heaved upon his chest.

The door opened and Carina entered. She crossed her arms and leaned against the door frame. A sigh escaped her lips and a smirk appeared on her face. "You seemed to like my outfit so much that I thought I would let you wear it." Chaz shook his head and mewed. "Oh yes," she chuckled and strolled toward him. "From now on, you are going to be wearing my jackets, my skirts, my nylons," she sat on the bed and patted his crotch, "and my panties."

She wore a miniskirt made of dark blue cotton and was decorated with a tiny floral print. It draped around her upper thighs flashing red satin garter straps and black nylon tops. She rose up to her feet and reached around behind her back. A zipper ripped down breaking the silence. The cotton skirt glided over her hips and pooled around her feet.

Rust color satin panties smothered her pelvis and a matching garter belt wrapped around her waist. Sturdy garter straps stretched down and tugged at black nylon tops circling around her thighs. She began to remove her white silk blouse. One by one the buttons opened. He saw a flash of red satin. She kept her eyes locked on his eyes. She then released another button. He saw her breasts cradled in red satin cups.

She sneered; "Take a good look baby. After today, I'm going to be a man again. You're taking my place." She chuckled. "You'll be the one bending over now."

Chaz could see the gears turning in her brain. Carina crawled up the end of the bed. Chaz looked down between his open, vulnerable thighs. She knelt behind him with her knees spread. Her right hand wriggled underneath the waistband of her garter belt and panties. Satin stretched around her hand as it moved down between her thighs. She closed her eyes and inhaled a deep breath. Beneath the silk, her hand began to move. "Unh," she gasped. Her fingers began to pump into her sex.

Chaz tugged at his bound wrists. "Umn," he mewed and looked at the door for rescue. When he looked back at Carina, the light reflected off her glossy panties as her hand pumped. Her lips parted and face contorted. Rust color silk stretched around an odd bulge. Her hand sped up to a furious rate. Her breasts heaved with her shallow breaths. Eyes closed, mouth open, face twisted, she seemed to be in a trance. Red satin stretched around a growing rod. Chaz looked on in horror as a fat cock grew from her clit and pushed through a slit in a front lace panel. It was throbbing and thick. The padded tip rose up into the air atop this monster.

She swallowed and opened her eyes. Chaz traced her steadfast gaze back to the junction between his legs. Lustrous satin sculpted to his vaginal mounds and highlighted the fissure between them.

Carina licked her lips while staring at Chaz's vagina. She lay down between his spread thighs. The musky scent of his sex intoxicated her. Both hands slid around Chaz's thighs. Her mouth opened wide, and she licked up his satin gusset. "Mmnn," Chaz squealed and wriggled his hips. Her tongue fluttered, licked, and teased his sex. She pulled his panty gusset aside and drilled her tongue deep inside his vagina. His fluids covered her tongue and coated his sex.

Carina kissed inch by inch up his body. Silk on silk bodies rubbed together. Her right hand moved between his legs and rubbed his sex. He shook his head 'no'. Hot kisses moved up his neck. Her hot breath flowed over his skin. Their breasts pressed together. "Umn," Chaz moaned. Their rubbing nipples sent electric pleasure coursing through him. Something touched between his labia and parted them. He felt Carina's huge cock plunge into his body. His limbs strained against the ropes, desperate to break free. The cock sank deep into his body, filling him in ways that his new body longed for. Her hips pressed against his inner thighs. She raised her head up and looked deep into his eyes. Her hips drew back and then pumped back into him. He let out a breathy snort. In fluid movements, her hips pumped and thrust her cock deep inside him. "Umph umph umph," he grunted with each new thrust. The bed began to rock and the headboard knocked. She sped up thrusting faster and faster. She whispered into his left ear, "I'm going to fuck you into being a girl." Chaz whimpered at hearing this. Horrible tension built up within her.

Carina's ass pumped hard and fast. She had a cock again. She fought off the building climax. He would come first.

Chaz rocked up and down the bed. The throbbing ache of his labia gripped his entire body. He was alive to every caress. The silk, his breast, her kisses, and her cock pushed him higher. His vagina longed for release. He tried to fend it off, but it was too much for him. He shook his head and mewed. Something snapped within him. His body quaked and vagina quivered. She arched her back as powerful throbs seized her body. Cum flowed into her, filling her. Carina's cries joined hers and the two joined into one for that moment.

Seconds later it was over. Chaz's vagina still throbbed and stretched around Carina's shaft. She sucked in heavy gasps unable to accept her new reality.

Carina slid her cock out of Chaz. A drop of cum formed on the tip. She sat back on her calves and gasped. Her right hand circled around the shaft and stroked it. She wanted it hard again. However, it grew softer by the second. She began to panic and muttered 'no' under her breath. It slipped from her hand and back through the lacy panel of her panties. Through the red satin, she rubbed it, desperate to revive it. "You promised," she pleaded. The cock disappeared back through her vaginal slit and down to a tiny clitoral nub. Both hands covered her satin panty gusset. She rocked back and forth moaning "No, it's not fair."

Chaz tried to deny what she knew to be true. However, the dull throb of her vagina would not permit it. It belonged to a woman.

Carina moved to the side of the bed and sat there. Her head was bowed and arms hung limp on her lap. She sniffled and reached down to pick up her clothes. "For what it's worth, I'm sorry Chaz. I really thought she would let me go." She stood up and held out her miniskirt. For a few seconds, she lingered, looking upon the garment. A heavy sigh escaped her. She stepped into it and worked it up her legs.

Chaz watched as Carina exited the bedroom. "UMMNN," she mewed in protest. She rattled the headboard in seething rage. She looked up at her bound wrists. Twisting her hands, she searched for a means of escape.

She lay there for the longest time. The cool air conditioning wafted over her sex. Only a thin layer of silk covered it. Every so often she would scream in rage, only to have her gag absorb the sound.

She lay with her head upon the pillow, gazing up at the ceiling. She contemplated the ways she might kill Carina. It would have to be slow and painful. She flexed her wrists and wiggled her bottom. It was then that she saw a loose screw behind the headboard. She worked the ropes up to the sharp screw and began to rub. The ropes began to fray and all at once snapped.

Chaz shot up to a seated position. She ripped off the nylon cleave gag and spit out the panties from her mouth. She cursed under her breath as she freed her legs from their bonds.

When she stood to her feet, her hands explored her body. Her right hand moved between her legs and her left hand up to her breasts. "Shit!" Her heart raced and mouth went dry. Through layers of silk and satin, sensitive breasts felt a hand squeeze them. When grazed, her nipples sent electric shivers through her body.

"Oh my god," she gasped. The voice belonged to a young woman ? smooth and sultry. She grabbed the hem of the black leather miniskirt and yanked it up. Between her thighs, she saw a glossy black gusset. Narrow black silk lay flat between her legs. Black garter straps cut across her thighs and stretched down to grasp black nylon tops.

"That bitch!" She wobbled atop a pair of stiletto boots. "You can't do this." She took a few tentative steps toward the bedroom door. Lingering in the doorway, she saw that the living room was empty. A note lay on the dining room table.

She staggered over toward it and snatched it. "Chaz, I'm sorry, but I can't take it anymore. All of my clothes should fit your new body ? Carina. P.S. Don't try and find me. I've put together some money, and I'm leaving the country."

Chaz crumpled the note in her hand. "That bitch!" she blurted like an angry girl. She crossed her arms and paced back and forth. Unbeknownst to Chaz, every step she took came with a little more grace. Her footfalls changed from 'walking a plank' to following an invisible straight line. Her hips rolled and cheeks undulated. It was no time at all before she moved with poise.

She glanced at the crumpled note on the floor. She squatted down and picked up the note. Un-wrinkling it, she reread it. "Bitch," she cursed under her breath.

She balled up the note again and tossed it in the trash. Underneath the glove of her right hand, she felt a ring on her middle finger. When she touched the ring, it grew small until it seemed it might cut her finger in two.

"CRAP!" she exclaimed and released the ring. It became loose again. Perhaps there was still time to catch Carina. Chaz charged out of the condo. She flung open the front door and hurried down the hallway. When she arrived at the elevator bank, she pressed the button as if sending Morse code.

When the elevator doors opened, she charged into it and mashed the lobby button. The doors seemed to close at glacial speeds. She crossed her arms and tapped her right foot. "Fucker," she sputtered while watching the floors change.

She charged out of the elevator like a racehorse from the gates. She took long strides crossing the lobby. With each step, she felt the restriction of her leather miniskirt, the flex of her garter straps, and cool air waft up between her legs. This fueled her rage.

She flung open the doors and hurried out of the building. "Be there," she muttered. The parking lot and attractions bustled with activity. Outdoor cafes, gift shops, and gardens were filled with people. However, none of them was Carina.

The parking lot was empty. "SHIT!" She stamped her feet and balled her gloved hands into tiny fists. "FUCKING BITCH!" she screamed and beat the air with her fists.

Blonde locks wafted across her face. She brushed them back behind her right ear. Carina was gone. Chaz could not help but wonder about the things Carina said. However, it was what she failed to tell him that bothered him most of all.

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