The Gentleman's Bar: Freedom
By: Set3

Robyn Lars was sitting at a table reflecting on how his life had been going as he drank his beer, in a bar called: The Gentleman's Bar.

Robyn is a large man at 6 foot 5 but was no slouch in the looks department. He was truly blessed in the looks department, with his large size and ample muscles thanks to some really good genes, he looked like the stereotypical dreamy version of a lumberjack that drove plenty of women wild. His short, but bushy, red hair further added to the look. A man among men if there ever was one. And that was the problem.

Robyn, for a long time, felt trapped by his own body. He envied those smaller then him. Even during college he was looked at as little more than a large thug. He did try out for the college football team but left soon after playing a few games. It wasn't that he was bad at football, he was pretty decent. His problem was that he hated the competiveness of it. And because everyone was focused more on the competition than fun, he was quickly turned off by it. Some wished him well as he left the team while more than a lot called him chickenshit for leaving. He didn't care but doing that had alienated him from a majority of the jocks and other local sports fans. He graduated from college with a masters in architecture and had gone out into the world with the typical optimism of any college graduate.

It was while job hunting that the harsh reality of the real world came crashing down on him. Even though his resume was impressive and it could get him in the front door but when he showed up for the interview the person who was conducting his interview was always taken aback by his large frame and would make some excuse as to why they wouldn't be able to hire him after all. With the cumulative rejections, Robyn had to take a job where his stature was a benefit to him instead of a hindrance and found a job at a local lumber mart. The job had long and physically exhausting hours but it put a roof over his head and food on the table. And while the job provided him with a comfortable life, it was far from challenging and he spent many a day bored to tears. It didn't help that his supervisor and the assistant managers were assholes. When Robyn had made a few suggestions to improve some things in the lumberyard, his supervisor took the credit and was promoted further while Robyn was still stuck moving wood around the lumberyard.

After yet another day of drudgery he had gone home to his small apartment and took a quick shower. After getting out, he sat down in his lazy boy and rubbed his aching feet. As he did so, his mind went back to what his late father used to say.

"A man hasn't worked a day unless his feet are hurting at the end of it."

And his feet were certainly hurting Robyn agreed on that part but he didn't feel that he was doing anything fulfilling. And this depressed him. His own body was literally holding him back from doing what he wanted to do.

It wasn't the first time he's had these thoughts. Ever since high school he had to deal with people looking at him like a muscle head and were more than less afraid of him. No matter where he went, people saw the cover that was his body and never took a look at the book that was his mind.

Not wanting to hang around his apartment feeling sorry for himself he got dressed and headed out. He didn't want to party but just have a quiet drink. After parking his truck on the side of the street he got out and started walking until he eventually ended up at the Gentleman's Bar. Sitting at a small table in the corner he looked around the place. As he looked around the bar he felt a stab of envy as he saw several women walking around, all dressed in different styles of clothing and having a general good time. To him, they all seemed as if they were free to express themselves in whatever they felt like. There were times when Robyn, when he was by himself, would stare at his reflection in the mirror trying to find his real self in it. On an intellectual level, he knew that the reflection was his but on the emotional end, deep inside, he couldn't recognise the man in the mirror.

He didn't like his body, not just from the stigma of his imposing figure, but he felt that he was born in the wrong body. Robyn is, to put it simply, a transsexual. If he had a smaller build, he would have gone under reassignment surgery, but, if he did that with his build he'd feel and look utterly ridicules. If it wasn't the natural women that he envied, he also envied and greatly respected those that had gone under the knife to become their real selves.

"I shouldn't have come here. I'm just making myself depressed," Robyn muttered to himself as he took a deep swig of his beer and sighed.

Robyn was considering leaving when he noticed some one approach his table. Looking up from his glass he saw a man with dark hair and a lean build. He was wearing a dark tux looking suit.

"Yes, can I help you?" Robyn asked the man.

"Actually," the man replied, "I was hoping that I could help you. May I sit?" he asked.

Robyn gave a short laugh, "I'm flattered, really I am, but I like women." he told the man.

The man gave a small smile in return to that, "I'm not questioning your sexuality, I was hoping to speak to you."

Robyn wasn't sure what to make of the man before gesturing to the chair opposite of him to which the man took, "So, who are you?" Robyn asked him.

"I am the bouncer of this establishment," the bouncer answered after taking the offered seat.

Robyn nodded at this with a knowing grin. It wasn't the first time that he was asked to not start any trouble. And judging from the size of this bar's bouncer, Robyn was sure that the man was giving him a pre-emptive warning. "It's alright. I'm not looking to start a fight. In fact, I was thinking of leaving anyways. It's just been one of those days," he told him.

The bouncer chuckled, "Don't worry, I wasn't concerned with you starting a fight. I have been watching you since you came in and I was wondering if there was anything you wanted to talk about. I am a good listener and I might be able to help in some way," he said cryptically.

Robyn raised an eyebrow looking the man over once again trying to see what angle he was pulling but something inside him told him that this bouncer guy was trust-worthy some how. He gestured for him to sit down, to which he did.

After straightening the sleeves of his coat, the bouncer turned to Robyn, "I apologize for being awkward here, but could you tell me your name please."

Robyn raised an eyebrow a little put off by this guy's request but didn't see the harm in giving it. After all, he didn't do anything wrong so he had nothing to worry about. "My name's Robyn," he told him.

The bouncer nodded at that, "A good name," he stated, "Have you been enjoying your time here at this establishment?"

"I've..." Robyn started slowly, "been having an ok time so far," he said finally.

The bouncer seemed to smile at that, "Good," he replied. "Can you tell me what's troubling you?"

The abrupt question caught Robyn off guard as he coughed a bit of his beer that he was drinking, "*cough* *cough* Excuse me?" he asked as he wiped some of the spilt beer from his chin.

The bouncer then stood up and ushered Robyn to follow him, "Perhaps we should continue this conversation in a more discreet location. If you'll follow me to a private table."

Robyn wasn't sure why but something in him told him that he could trust this guy. So he got up, with his half empty beer and followed the bouncer where he lead him to a private booth near the back of the bar where a small sectioned wall provided extra privacy against prying eyes.

After sitting down at the new table, a waitress topped of Robyn's drink, the bouncer repeated his question.

Robyn again stared at the bouncer, trying to figure him out. Why was he so interested in his problems? From the impression Robyn got from the bouncer, he seemed genuinely concerned about him, but still... After several long minutes, the bouncer waiting patiently, Robyn decided that he would tell him.

"I'm just frustrated with my body," he started, "For nearly my entire life, when people look at me they just see some muscle-bound lumberjack. People look at me but they don't SEE me," he explained feeling the floodgates as it were opening up. "I worked hard for my education but I can't use any of it. Even though we're told that we shouldn't judge people by their appearance. All this PC stuff that's been going around just helps everyone mask their true opinions. I went to school to learn to be an architect and when I tried to get the job I trained for they always give me a surprised look at my size when I come in for the interview. They're polite and the interview goes well and I think I'm going to get the job but when I get a call back, they tell me that they don't feel that I'd "be a right fit" for their company. I eventually gave up and got the first job based on my physical stature. I gave up on trying to push past peoples perceptions and took a job that I would have no problem getting." He paused taking a breath, both because he needed one and to calm himself, "It's just starting to get to me I suppose," he said finally.

The bouncer waited patiently in case Robyn wanted to say more. After rubbing his chin in thought the bouncer finally spoke, "So, what would you like to do then?"

Robyn looked at his beer glass and shrugged, "I don't know, I just wish I wasn't trapped by my body," he gestured down at his body, "I don't feel like this is me and that's what makes this worse. I want to be able to look in the mirror and see ME, but all I see is what everyone else sees. A large man with muscles and nothing more. Just what's expected of it."

"If you had the power, how would you change your body to match the real you?" the bouncer asked.

"If I could change myself anyway I want I'd," Robyn hesitated. Was he really going to tell this man in front of him his secret desire to be a woman? He looked at the bouncer and studied his face. He could see no hint of malice or ill will, only concern for Robyn's well being if anything. Robyn swallowed hard and decided, for better or worse, decided to confide in this man, "I want to be a woman," he said finally waiting with worried anticipation not sure what he would do if the man started laughing at him.

When the bouncer opened his mouth, Robyn drew in a sharp breath and held it, "It must be hard to deal with some days," the bouncer said at last. Robyn let his breath go in a grateful exhale. Words could not describe how relieved he was that the bouncer didn't mock his admission.

"Would you mind telling me what your feminine self would look like?" the bouncer asked.

Robyn again stopped. He hadn't really given it much thought on the specifics of his ideal female shape. Then, as if he were in a trance, he began telling the bouncer about what he wished he looked like if he were a woman. As Robyn told him, his vision blurred like water bubbles on a divers mask obscuring his peripheral vision but he continued describing the woman he wished to be to the bouncer. Robyn's form began to shimmer before he started to shrink as if he were growing backwards, his clothing began to bag and swim around him as they stayed their original size. He continued to shrink until he lost just over a foot in height. His body then thinned out and became more feminine. Next his hair grew out and stopped just below his shoulders and the features of his face softened to become more delicate. Eventually, Robyn's changes were complete. While Robyn was still in a trance, the bouncer reached across the table.

"My apologies Robyn, but this will only take a moment," he said as he grabbed hold of Robyn's shirt and twisted. The shirt, along with the rest of Robyn's clothes shrank down to fit his smaller frame.

Robyn was still in a daze when the transformation of his clothes and himself when the bouncer suggested that he should have a look at his new self. Robyn nodded deftly, still in a daze and got up from the table and walked to the washrooms. He was about to enter the men's room when he was stopped.

"Hey girl, hold up!" a feminine voice called out.

Robyn blinked finally coming out of his trance-like stupor, "Wh-what?" he asked as he turned to a woman walking up behind him. When she reached him he was a little surprised that the woman was an inch or so taller than him.

"Yeah girl, you're about to head into the guys bathroom," she said with a friendly smile.

Robyn just stared at the woman before what she just said sunk in and he looked down at himself. He recognised the clothes as his own but the view his body showed him was completely different. His broad muscular chest had given way to a small feminine one. This obviously shocked him and he found a desperate need to see what he now looked like.

"Um, yeah. I guess I had too much to drink," he told the woman taking note of how light his voice sounded now and moved to the door for the woman's restroom and pushed his way in. When he got to the mirror he was shocked at the changes he had underwent. He now saw that he was quite shorter than he was before, which explained why the woman who was fixing her make up was taller than he was. His face had also significantly changed as his face was slimmer and rounder than his previous rugged square look. The spattering of freckles that ran across the bridge of his nose seemed to have changed as well. Before they gave his face the look as if he had some dirt on his face like he worked out on a farm or something, earthy could be a word to use then. But now, the freckles seemed to bring out his green eyes seeming to give them a piercing but beautiful quality. His nose itself was now indisputably dainty and cute. His hair, wasn't just longer now, curled just enough to give it a natural bounce.

Looking further down, he could see his new breasts which are now a healthy b-cup size. Big enough to show his new curves without being uncomfortably large and heavy. Robyn felt his arms and stomach. He still had muscles but they were more subdued and left his body with the look of an athletic woman, or a track runner to be more specific. Robyn wanted to reach down farther but with the woman still next to him, now finishing up her make up, he kept his small hands away from that area of his body. When he looked back to his face in the mirror it finally hit him that he was now a woman. How could this have happen? A mixture of emotions washed over him. Anger that this was done to him. Fear of what he was going to do now like what if someone would take advantage of him now that he was smaller. What if he couldn't prove who he was anymore and was kicked out onto the street? The last thought terrified him as it ran into another thought that he would have to sell his body to survive. Despite these dark thoughts, as he looked at himself again in the mirror he was struck with the realization that even with all those fearful thoughts, he could finally recognise himself. Or better yet, herself. He, no SHE, finally felt normal and right. It was this that calmed him, no HER down as vanity had overtaken her as she stared at her new features.

Robyn was so involved with her new looks that she didn't realise that the woman next to her was now watching her with a smirk on her face.

"You know, girl, if you stare at yourself any harder then your even going to melt the mirror with your looks or burn that pretty face of yours," she said with a laugh.

Robyn finally turned her gaze away from her reflection, "Huh? Oh, um, yeah. Sorry, I guess I just got lost thinking about something," she said feeling her cheeks flush in embarrassment.

The woman giggled before holding out her hand, "No problem, the names' August by the way."

Robyn accepted her hand and shook it, "Mine's Robyn. I'm sorry to say it, but, that's an unusual name you have."

August grinned at that, "Don't be. my parents were either hipsters or hippie wannabe's when they named me. The juries still out on that," she said with a laugh.

Robyn instantly liked her as she smiled at her response, "Listen, I need to go talk to someone but when I'm done do you want to talk over a drink?" she asked and immediately mentally head slapped herself for asking her out. At least to a drink. In any case, it would be hard to not see the innuendo in that.

Instead of offense, August just smiled at her, "I would love to, but I was just on my way out, sorry." she then pulled out a piece of paper from her purse and wrote something on it before handing it to Robyn, " Here's my cell number, so call me sometime."

Robyn took he paper and slipped it into her pocket, "Thanks, I'll do that," she promised.

August gave her a hug which surprised Robyn, "Great! I look forward to seeing you again, laters," she said happily as she picked up her purse and left the restroom with a spring in her step and an extra sway in her hips.

As Robyn watched August leave, she felt a stirring down below. She quickly had her hand feel her crotch and confirmed that she did indeed possess a vagina having felt the absence of her former penis. She just as quickly moved her hand away despite a part of her wanting to explore it. This simply was not the place to do that kind of thing. She washed her hands to justify being in the restroom before leaving to find the bouncer. She found him standing by the table they were at earlier and walked up to him.

"Did you do this to me?" she asked gesturing down at her body.

"Yes," he answered.

"How? And why?" she asked.

The bouncer gestured for her to sit at the private table. When they sat down, the bouncer started, "I have been given these abilities by the owner of this establishment to ensure that everyone here enjoys their stay here. It is my responsibility use these abilities to punish those who break the rules."

"I do have to admit that for the first time in my life I feel that I'm finally look like the person I feel like on the inside but what about my life? I just can't go back to work or to my family and expect them to accept me, who would believe that a little thing like me is really the big guy I used to be?"

The bouncer nodded in understanding, "And if that was all I did for you, then I can understand your concern, but I have done a little more for you."

Robyn stopped, "What do you mean?" she prodded.

"By the time you return to work, everyone will believe that you were always a female," he told her, "There will be no trace of your former male self except in your memories."

The last statement removed any fears for her future she may have had. It was like she was given a new lease on life. She was free from the stigmatism of her male self. With a flood of emotions, she scooted along the seat till she was close enough to wrap her arms around the bouncer in a hug. "Thank you," she said with a tear in her eye, "I don't know what I could possibly do to repay you for this."

The bouncer patted an arm that was still wrapped around his front with a smile, "You have done more than enough by simply accepting this. This is the first time that I can honestly say that I was happy to change someone," he said with the smallest of smiles which seemed to lift a great weight off his shoulders making the air around him seem brighter. The bouncer then got up but turned back to Robyn, "Please enjoy you stay here at the Gentleman's Bar," he told her warmly before leaving the table.

Robyn sat there for the longest time until a waitress came up to inquire if she wanted anything to drink. Robyn told her no since she had to drive back and the waitress nodded before leaving her. Robyn soon got up and began walking to the exit where the bouncer was waiting for her.

"There's just one more thing I have nearly forgotten to give you," he told her. She nodded and he told her to stand still before he lightly poked her on the forehead. Robyn blinked at that and when she questioned why he did that, he told her that he gave her some memories that she would need. She accepted this and left.

When she got her truck she never thought the phrase "climbing into her truck" would be so aptly put thanks to her shorter stature. She spent the next five minutes adjusting the seat, mirrors, and steering wheel to her new size before she was satisfied and drove off for home.

After arriving home she hopped down from her truck, another aptly put phrase, and entered her apartment. She was both surprised and relieved that nothing had seemed to change. She half-expected that when she walked in the door the walls and furniture would be a bright pink with frills everywhere. She even expected some kind of vanity table loaded down with tons of make up and other assorted cosmetics but her bedroom looked just the same as it always had along with everything else in her apartment. She paused at this as she looked around the bedroom. Perhaps it was her new smaller size but her place didn't seem to be so small anymore. It felt cozy.

The moment of internal peace was ruined when she realised that she needed to answer the call of nature and made her way to the bathroom. As she undid her pants, she nearly started to go like she normally did back when she was a guy but quickly caught herself and turned around and pulled her pants and underwear down as she sat down on the toilet and did her business. If someone had asked her right then what it felt like to go as a female instead of a male she'd have to say that it was nearly the same, only the hose as it were was removed from the faucet. After she was finished and cleaned herself up and washed her hands, she stared at herself in the bathroom mirror.

Now that she was alone she started to disrobe to get a look at her new body now in the nude. Her assessment from earlier was pretty much correct, she did have an athletic body. While she didn't have the defined muscles of some female fighters she was no slouch if her opinion counted for anything. Like a gymnast or a track runner she was still well toned and after turning her body this way and that while glancing at her face she was sure that she had the girl-next-door look of beauty down.

Deciding that she had enough with looking at her true self, she decided to explore it with a more hands-on approach and brought her small hands up to her chest and gently cupped her breasts. They were nice and firm and felt pleasant to both her hands and her chest. She sighed as she gave them a little squeeze having dreamed of how real breast would feel like from the inside. She moved her hands down her body over her skin feeling the differences between her new and old self. Like night and day the old and new her were polar opposites. Her new self was obviously the most outstanding difference as well as the muscle mass but the subtle differences stood out more than that to her. Her soft skin to his hard body. Her contours to his unyielding body. Her delicateness to his bruteness.

It was only a moment later that she realise that she was mentally referring her old self as another person. Robyn stopped examining herself and looked in the mirror at herself, more specifically into her eyes. She stared long and hard at the womanly face before her. At long last she could finally confirm without a doubt that there was no dissociation between what she felt and what she saw. It was like up until tonight she was wearing the mask that was her former male self. He didn't look real to her. He didn't feel real to her. He was a lie she had to wear like a chain, locking her away in darkness until that wonderful man, the bouncer, gave her the key and unlocked them freeing her to finally go off into the world and show what she can really do. Not what someone thought she should do.

She was going to try seeing what it felt masturbating as a woman but reconsidered it for now. Doing something like that right off the bat would be something a guy would do. And while she was tempted, really tempted, she would hold off for now. Something inside her told her that there would be plenty of time for that later. And besides, it was late, and the sudden yawn she was unable to stifle told her that she should get to bed. Without further protest she obeyed and went to bed and soon fell asleep, with a smile on her lips and her arms wrapped around herself she dreamt pleasant dreams.

The next morning she woke up with a stretch, "NNnnnnn, what a nice dream," she paused, shocked to hear her voice, and looked down at herself, "It wasn't a dream," she said quietly as she wiggled her thin fingers as she smiled at them, "IT WASN'T A DREAM!" she shouted suddenly as she jumped up in bed triumphantly before falling back down in a fit of giggles unable to combat the surge of giddiness welling inside her.

So many thoughts raced through her head with what to do today. Since it was her day off today she could do anything, but where to start. Her stomach gurgled.

"Breakfast," she said with a laugh as she got up and made her way to the kitchen, "We start with breakfast."

She made herself some toast topped with strawberry jam with a glass of orange juice and half an apple on the side. After it was all put together she sat merrily at the table eating as she clicked on her stereo listening to her playlist. She hummed and bobbed her head along to the music between bites wondering what she should do first for the day after she cleaned up and got a fresh pair of clothes on. Once she was done with breakfast she place the dishes into the sink and went off to the bathroom to shower. While she did explore her body as she did so, it was without any sensual merits. She did take mental notes for later when she was ready though. After finishing her shower and drying off she went to her drawers for some clean clothes. It wasn't until she had her hands on the handles that she wondered if the rest of her clothes fit her anymore, if they didn't then she'd have to wash the ones she had last night.

That put a lull in her mood as she opened her underwear drawer and was surprised to see several sets of bras in there next to her underwear and socks. She left those aside for now and pulled out a pair of underwear and held it against here waist experimentally. They seemed to be the right size and was delighted when they fit after she put them on. Next were the socks which were easy enough. The only thing left was...

Robyn turned to the bras in wonderment. She couldn't recall wearing one last night which caused her to gulp as she realised that she must have given everyone at the bar a show of her nipples last night. She immediately grabbed a white bra determined not to give anyone else a peek at her anatomy any more than she wanted to. She knew how to put one on thanks to a few girlfriends she had in the past putting them on after sex. It felt surreal to Robyn to put the garment on like a rite of passage that she finally earned and savoured the feeling of the material on both her hands and breasts. She then pulled on a dark blue t-shirt and was about to grab a pair of pants before she stopped herself. It was summer after all and a brief check of the weather on her cell phone told her it was only going to get hot today she instead grabbed a pair of shorts instead and slipped them on. Even though it was a practical reason that she decided on wearing shorts she still felt a bit naughty with her legs showing and couldn't supress the grin that crept up on her face as she giggled once more. It was silly but the simple act of giggling sent a thrill through her. Another sign that she was a woman. Soon enough she was fully dressed.

"What to do for the day though?" Robyn thought as she paced back and forth in the bedroom. Her mind went back to last night at the bar and suddenly remembered the girl she ran into in the restroom, "What was her name? Angie? Agatha?" Robyn sat on her bed as she pondered the girls name for a minute until she finally had it, "August, that's her name!" she said at last as she stood up. Remembering that August gave her her number she grabbed her pants from the previous day and fished out the piece of paper. With it in hand she was about to open it before hesitating.

"What if she doesn't want me calling her so early?" she thought and turned to the clock by her bed which read 11:37 am. "Okay, maybe it's not that early but still... What if she expects me to call her at night? If I call to early in the day she might think I'm desperate." Thoughts like these swirled around in her mind until she decided that she should at least know her number and decide later. She then opened the folded paper and tilted her head down.

What she read made her smirk as she stifled a laugh and realised she hade nothing to worry about. Under her number was written, "Don't keep me waitin' girl," followed by a smiley face sticking out its tongue.

Robyn picked up her phone and dialed the number. It rang twice before August picked up.

"Hello? You got August here, who's speaking?" she asked in a cheery voice.

"Hey, um," Robyn started stumbling over her words, "I-it's Robyn, from the bar last night?"

"Oh, hey girl, what's up? I take it you finally read my note?"

"Yeah, it was pretty funny. I gotta remember that one when I want someone to call me," Robyn replied.

"Uh-uh, that my friend is an August trade mark. If you start using it then I'm going to have to charge you," her voice then took on a mock serious tone, "And if I find out you've been using my trade mark without payment, the penalties will kill you," she said before laughing a little.

Robyn laughed back, "So, um, do you want to meet up some time?" she prodded hoping August would say yes.

Robyn's poor heart practically leapt out of her chest with joy when August agreed, "Sure, how about at 1 o'clock at the swan dive diner?"

Robyn practically shouted yes before August could finish which set her into a series of laughs again causing Robyn to blush profusely before taking several deep breaths to calm down and told her that she knew the diner.

"Great! Can't wait to see you again, girl," August replied.

"You too, good bye," Robyn answered before they both hung up. Robyn then brought her hands into fist close to her chest as she felt a new wave of giddiness well up in her chest. "Eee, I've got a date, I got a date," she said excitedly as she went to brush her teeth that she forgotten about.

She was a bubbling mass of joy as she waited for the appointed time until she couldn't take it anymore and got her shoes on and ran out to her truck and drove off making it there, safely, in record time but had to spend those gained minutes looking for a parking spot. Once she parked and put money in the meter, she hurried off to the diner.

On entering the doors, Robyn looked around nervously silent doubts making her worry that August was just putting her on and she wasn't really here. She breathed a sigh of relief when she spied the brunette at a booth. August was wearing a tight t-shirt that seemed to emphasis her bust and still showed off her midriff. If Robyn had been able to see under the table top she would have seen her short shorts which showed off both her waist and legs simultaneously. Robyn had to admit that she felt a pang of jealousy that August looked stunning in her clothes but pushed that aside. She was, after all, still wearing her clothes from when she was still a male, they just shrank with her. August quickly saw Robyn and made a show of waving her over to her table. Robyn couldn't help but smile as she walked over and sat down across from August.

"Hey girl, you look a little flush. I hope you didn't run all the way here," she teased.

Robyn blushed as she looked at the menu trying to hide it, failing utterly judging how August's bemused knowing smile was baring down on her. Mercifully though, August picked up the menu and signaled a waiter, when he arrived, August suggested the chicken teriyaki to which Robyn agreed. the waiter took the orders and the menus and left leaving the two ladies to talk.

"So," Robyn started but was immediately stumped for what to say before blurting out, "Where do you work?"

August smirked at that finding delight in Robyn's shyness, "I work at a little hole in the wall," she answered cryptically. Robyn raised an eyebrow at that before August let out a laugh, "Sorry, I can't help but say it like that. I work at a bar called: "A little hole in the wall" so you see why I always get a kick out of it when I tell people," she explained.

Robyn nodded, "So, you being at the Gentleman's Bar was like spying on the enemy or something?" she queried.

August shook her head after taking a sip of her drink, "Mm-mm, you never drink from the hand that feeds you, especially if it's booze. That's my personal rule," she said with a look of all seriousness. "Besides, the Gentleman's Bar is a better place to party anyways," she added simply.

Robyn could only shrug at that having only gone there once so she couldn't think of anything to add to that.

"So anyways Robyn, what do you do for a living?"

Robyn fidgeted, wishing that the bouncer had done something about that but whatever knowledge he gave her didn't tell her that she worked anywhere else, so Robyn decided to tell the truth, or at least part of the truth.

"I work at a small local lumber yard, nothing special but it pays the bills."

"I hear that," August nodded at that before raising her drink, Robyn followed suit by raising her glass of water, "Here's to crappy jobs that keep us floating till we find something better."

"I'll drink to that," Robyn replied as their glass' clinked.

They continued to talk, Robyn found out that August was bi which explained her attitude towards Robyn. Robyn herself still liked girls but August admitting that she like both sex's made Robyn wonder if she would like guys now that she was a girl too. While August was talking about various encounters at her job, Robyn was thinking of guys who she knew were lucky with the women, she even thought of her former male self but felt nothing. When she set her attention back to August she felt a longing as well as a stirring in her loins. She blushed as she felt herself getting turned on. It was so different from when she was a guy. It was almost like the feeling she got when she was hungry only it was further down in her body and there were no hunger "pains" just a pleasant waiting feeling. And also a wet feeling but that was expected. Robyn guessed that she was now a lesbian.

Eventually the waiter returned with their food and they dug in. Robyn had to agree that the chicken was very tasty and had to laugh when she told August that and she acted like she slaved for hours cooking their lunch. Eventually though they finished their meals and reluctantly departed one another, both promising to do it again soon. Very soon.

Robyn was on cloud nine as she climbed back into her truck and drove off. Robyn needed to celebrate and decided to head to the mall. And as corny as it sounded, right now, celebrating meant buying some panties. The thought of actually buying such a feminine article of clothing excited her (not sexually mind you) but with all her underwear at home while indeed fitting her were in the style of men's boxer shorts and she wanted something decidedly feminine. After parking her truck, she entered the mall and instantly bee-lined for Victoria's Secret. What better way to get some panties than to go to the top, she reasoned.

On breaching the entrance, she was immediately swept up in a sea of frilly underwear. Robyn walked up and down the aisles trying to decide what she wanted. She spotted a black bra and panty set that caught her eye. After checking the size, finding that the bra in the set was for a D-cup, she put it back and searched for a similar one in her size. She had to smile to herself that she actually had to find a size smaller now. She was sure that the novelty of her new smaller size would wear of eventually but for now, she was going to revel in it. Finding the correct set of underwear in her size she went to the dressing rooms and entered an empty stall. Pulling off her top and bra she put the black one on. It fit pretty well and also seemed to make her breast seem larger too by pushing them up. Without further thought, she took the bra off and replaced it with her old one followed by her t-shirt and walked up to the check out and paid for it. She was mildly surprised of how much the bra and panty set cost but if the bra could do that to her small frame, she could only imagine how sexy she'd feel with the panties. Having bought her new girly underwear, she left for home once more and spent the rest of the day thinking about her next, as of yet, unplanned date with August.

The next day Robyn had unfortunately had to go to work. After getting ready early in the morning, she drove her truck to the lumber mart where she worked.

"Still worked," she thought glumly.

It was then that she realised that she no longer had the size and strength of her old body. As she pulled into the employee parking lot she began to wonder how things would go. Her supervisor did little more then watch him work as she moved the heavy lumber around the yard with exception to driving the forklift. It wasn't until she got out of her truck and set foot on the pavement that she was suddenly struck by a flash of memories. Back when she made suggestions for improving the yard, his then supervisor had still claimed her ideas as his own but now, she could remember going to the boss to file a complaint which resulted in his then supervisor getting fired which lead into a cleaning house of all the corrupt managers. She was now in fact the supervisor and manager for the yard.

Robyn was shocked. She had done the same things back when she was a guy and it got him no where. Her new memories told her that she pushed more than her male self did to get the complaint through. She had to admit that when she was a guy she pretty much gave up when his then supervisor told him that his complaint was dismissed. It was certainly food for thought as she punched in.

The PA system suddenly came on calling or Robyn to head to the managers office. Not knowing why, she felt some fears enter mind as she headed to the main office. On entering, she was beyond surprised to see the owner at the desk with a file with her name on it. Robyn gulped thinking the worst as she announced herself by knocking on the frame of the door. The owner, Ralfe Mayer, looked up and smiled on seeing her.

"Miss Lars, come in please, have a seat," he said as he gestured to the empty chair in from of the desk.

She did so feeling apprehensive despite Ralfe's pleasant attitude. He was a very well like man by the staff and was easy to approach even at the worst of times but it still didn't shake Robyn's feeling that she was sent to the principal's office for doing something wrong.

Ralfe opened the file and looked through Robyn's resume that was on top, "You have certainly rocked the boat in the short time you've been here haven't you Robyn?" he asked. still pleasantly.

"Yes sir, I'm sorry for all the trouble I caused," Robyn said trying to look smaller than she was.

Ralfe then gave a serious look, "You didn't cause any trouble Robyn. In fact, you no doubt saved this store. I couldn't believe that I had such parasites in my business when you came up to me, but when I interviewed your coworkers they all pretty much said the same thing. One of those bastards was actually embezzling money, can you believe that?" he asked incredulously.

Robyn was surprised by the last part and told him as such, "It's surprising that they'd go that far but I wouldn't have put any of them past it."

Ralfe nodded, "Right, well, that isn't why I asked you here today. The reason is, well, you've notice how busy we've been since you got here yes?"

"Yes I have," Robyn replied remembering many an exhausting day moving the wood for customers.

"Well, I have decided to expand," Ralfe said with a smile as he looked at her resume, "And I was going to hire a firm to design the new store on the opposite side of town when I remembered a little detail I happened to see when sorting your complaint out. I noticed that you have a major in architecture on your resume. Tell me, have you ever had an opportunity to use that major?"

Robyn was perplexed on Ralfe's line of questioning, "No I haven't. No one would hire me so that's why I eventually came here," she admitted.

Ralfe scoffed at that, "Ungrateful people, that's what they are. The have and intelligent young woman fresh out of school and all they can think of is the status quo. It's a shame sexism is still prevalent in this day in age, " he said with a look of disgust, "Anyways, how would you like to be the architect for our new store?"

Robyn was flabbergasted, she never thought she'd have an opportunity to put her education to real use, "I-I... I don't know what to say," she admitted feeling the sting of tears in here eyes.

"You can say that you'll do it," he said, "In fact, I have another surprise for you," he paused causing Robyn to lean forward in rapt attention, "Since I'll have two stores to manage, I'm going to need someone I can trust to run one while I take care of the other."

Robyn was stunned, being a store manager was a far cry from the drudgery of working in the yard, "Are you really offering me a store manager position?"

"It's yours if you think you can handle it. Just remember you gotta have it build first," he said simply while looking proud of himself.

"Of course I'll take it," she said as she shook his hand, "Thank you so much!" she said excitedly.

Ralfe just smiled at that, "All right now, get out of here, you can start on the plans next week," he told her as he got up from the desk.

Robyn got up as well, "I won't let you down sir," she said with tears of joy running down her face. Ralfe offered a box of tissues to help Robyn dry her eyes which she accepted before heading back to work.

The rest of the week seemed to go by incredably fast to Robyn but at the same time couldn't go fast enough. During her time off she got together with August a few more times, of course telling her the good news of her job and later promotion. August took her out to dinner at one of the more expensive, but still casual, restaurant to celebrate. Robyn made a faint half-hearted attempt of protest but August silenced her by a long sensual kiss, the first of many. When next week came Robyn spent half her time drawing up plans for the new building and managing the yard. As she drew up the plans, she went to Ralfe for any ideas he had, changing the plans depending on his input, she even talked to several coworkers to get their input for the staff lounge and other employee-only areas.

It was two weeks since her transformation that she first got her period. It was uncomfortable and sometimes messy but no where near what she feared and took it as another rite of passage than a curse to be feared. By the end of the month, Robyn and August are now officially a couple and were celebrating their one month anniversary by watching bad movies and eating pizza. The two girls were snuggled up on a sofa in August's apartment. Robyn had her head resting on August's shoulder who had one arm wrapped around her hugging her close.

As the credits of the movie ended and the credits were rolling August turned to Robyn, kissing her on the forehead causing her to giggle.

"Stop, ha ha, don't kiss me there, I told you, it feels weird," Robyn told her with a grin as she rubbed her forehead before scooting up so she could kiss her full on the lips.

When they came up for air, both smiling, August asked her if she was ready. Up till now, Robyn and August hadn't had sex. They did kiss each other quite vigorously as well as feeling each other up but Robyn didn't feel right to go any further, August was forgivingly patient with her. Now, after a month into their relationship, Robyn finally felt that she was ready for the next level and nodded her head in the affirmative.

August was immediately upon her starting off with kissing her then reached to her breast cupping one gently causing Robyn to gasp letting August thrust her tongue into Robyn's mouth, Robyn responded in kind as well as caressing her lover's breast. This got the two started in earnest as the quickened their efforts as they got up from the sofa and clumsily moved to the bedroom with fit of giggles and moans of pleasure as they continued to kiss each other sloppily moving each others hands over one another pulling the others clothing off franticly to get at the soft flesh underneath.

Both naked, with exception to August's necklace reached the bed. August pushed Robyn who fell backwards onto the bed. August crawled up from the edge of the bed and, for lack of a better phrase, went down on Robyn. Robyn cried out in ecstasy as she arched her back and massaged her breast intensifying the experience. She instinctively bucked her hips forward trying to get more out of August's work, but she pulled back just enough to keep her steady momentum.

"Please, harder please," Robyn begged as she looked down between her breast only seeing August's playful eyes staring back at her and pushed a finger up into Robyn vagina as she continued her work on Robyn's pussy. Robyn bite her lip to keep from crying out loader as the feeling in her pelvis increased ten-fold as she fell back on the bed. It wasn't too much longer that August's actions were rewarded and sent Robyn over the edge as she orgasmed, the muscles in her vagina trying to keep August's finger in her as she pulled it out and crawled up the bed where she French-kissed Robyn who kissed back hungrily tasting some of herself in her mouth.

Robyn then ran an arm around August to pull her around so that August was laying underneath her while she was now on top and reached a hand down to her lovers own pussy and began to gently rub it while she moved down to start kissing her breast adding a few love bites smiling as August squirmed beneath her as she held Robyn's head gingerly with one hand while caressing her other breast with the other as she moaned softly to Robyn's rhythm. Eventually, Robyn picked up her pace and August's squirming turned to writhing as her hips began to rhythmically buck to meet her urging Robyn to go faster. It wasn't long after that that August came, stiffening as feeling of bliss ran through her.

Robyn had thought that it was over before August sat up and pulled Robyn up as well. She was at a loss for what August wanted to do now that they were sitting across from one another until August began climbing towards her and quickly caught on as she began scooting forward twisting their legs around each other until their vagina's were touching. They kissed and hugged each other before leaning back and began the act of scissoring.

Words could not describe how Robyn felt feeling the folds of August's vagina rubbing against her own. It was totally alien but wholly pleasurable in ways she never felt before as a man or before now as a girl and she wouldn't trade this moment for any others in the world. As the pleasure built up in both of them their gyrations increased until finally, at long last, they came together as they pushed themselves up and embraced the other tightly as the aftershocks of their climax wracked their bodies until it boiled down to some minor twitching's. They laid back down gently caressing on another gently in their sexual after glow.

With a final kiss Robyn laid on August's side and rested her arm and head on her lover's chest. Before she fell asleep she uttered a small, but meaningful, "I love you," to August before falling asleep. In her last moments of consciousness she thought she heard August reply, "I love you too girl," feeling her kiss the top of her head. She had many a pleasant dream that night.

The next morning Robyn awoke to the feeling of August gently stroking her hair and breath a contented sigh as she lifted her head up to see August's face smiling down at her.

"Morning lover," Robyn said as she lean up to kiss her.

"Morning girl," she said back after kissing her.

They laid still in bed a bit longer in holding onto the sleepy daze they had until the daze finally left them and they reluctantly got up.

As they shared a sexually charged shower, Robyn had to think back to when she was first changed. She owed so much to the bouncer for giving her her real body. She had to admit that the last month was like a fairy tale. So many good things kept happening to her now that she was a woman. She has a lovely steady girlfriend that was willing to wait until she was ready to have sex, she had a better job now and was actual able to put her major to use and even had a very real potential of an even better promotion in a year when the new store was built. She was sure that this magical train ride was going to have some major hurdles that would put a damper on things but that didn't matter to her right now. All that mattered to her right now was that she felt right with herself and that she had an incredible girlfriend. Whatever else that will come, she'll deal with in its own time.

Author's note: I had noticed that that a lot (If pretty much all) of my stories have had a tinge of darkness in them. Most notably My "Gentleman's Bar" stories have been getting progressively darker, from a beating, to suicide attempt, to rape. I'm all for the punishment stories if they're written well but it's getting to me that I'm writing progressively darker and depressing stories. I don't want to be known for that and have decided to write this story for the "Gentleman's Bar" series in order to fix that. Like a soft reboot of sorts. I hope everyone enjoyed this kinda dopey story even if it does have the magic fairy tale ending. And I'll try to keep the darkness to a minimum except where it makes sense (not because it's shocking for the sake of it)

THE GENTLEMAN'S BAR: RISKS OF A PUNISHMENT

Cindy was at a table with her girlfriends celebrating her newfound single
life. They each had already downed 2 shots of tequila and starting on a
third round when her friend Lucy, a fiery red head, turned to her.

"I know you're happy to be single again girl. But, like, what happened to
Billy? I thought he was a nice sweet guy," she prodded as she took another
shot.

Cindy downed hers before replying, "That's just it Lucy. He was a nice guy,
that's the problem. Sure being a nice guy is ok once in a while but it just
gets so boring!" She paused to bite the lime wedge from her glass, "I'm
just happy that I was finally able to brake up with him. And this time I
don't have to feel guilty about it," she said smugly.

"What'd you do?" Lucy asked.

"I made a trap for him. So, if he fell for it, then it's all his fault,"
she said as she drank from a beer put down in front of her.

This time Lucy was worried, "Cindy, what did you do?" The other girls
stopped chatting amongst themselves and looked at Cindy expectantly.

Cindy looked around at her friends with a perplexed look on her face,
"What? I told him I was being blackmailed and that they were at the bar
here and I had Marsha waiting to get him riled up where the bouncer would
take care of him."

Lucy spat out the beer she was drinking and after wiping her chin, "Are you
crazy girl?" she said in a hushed but harsh tone, "You can't mess with
the bouncer! What if he heard you?" she asked as she looked around wide-
eyed.

Cindy, calmly sipping her beer again, replied, "It's alright, I already
checked before I told you guys. He went outside." When she looked at her
girlfriends sitting across from her they both had the look of a deer caught
in the headlights. Cindy turned to Lucy who was looking behind her as well
with the same look.

Before Cindy could turn around she heard a voice that sent chills down her
spine, "The Gentleman's Bar is meant for enjoying yourselves in comfort and
safety. That is why I am here," the voice said before Cindy turned her head
to look over her shoulder to see a lean-looking man in a dark expensive
looking tux known to everyone at the bar as the bouncer.

He did not look happy.

"So you are the one responsible," he said, "I'm ashamed to have played a
part in your pettiness. Now please, take out your drivers license and place
it on the table."

Cindy's mind was racing. She and everyone else knew what the bouncer was
capable of. And right now he was focused solely on her, "What are...," she
started, trying to think of something to say to get his attention off her
but the bouncer cut her off.

"Please take out your drivers license and place it on the table," he
repeated in a firmer voice.

With trembling hands Cindy complied, with trembling hands, she took her
license out of her purse and put it on the table in front of her. She
rested her forearms on the table sitting still and staring straight ahead
as if that would convince the bouncer that she wasn't there.

She jumped when the bouncer placed both hands on her shoulders. Without a
word he began to press down on her shoulders. Cindy looked to her friends
hoping that they'd be able to help but saw only terror in their eyes. Cindy
them began to feel as if the air was being pushed out of her like a ball.
As the bouncer continued pushing down, Cindy began to feel her arms being
pulled towards her. Her legs that had been folded under her chair began to
drag forward. It was when she noticed that the table was getting closer and
feeling her legs actually dangling that she realised that she was getting
smaller. After what seemed like seconds the bouncer lifted his hands from
her now smaller shoulders.

Cindy stared at her hands that had somehow became so much smaller and
childish looking. The dress she was wearing that was tight on her earlier
now felt like a sleeping bag it was so baggy. The bouncer then picked
Cindy's license pulled out the handkerchief from his breast pocket and used
it to wipe the license as if he were cleaning it. A minute later the
bouncer handed Cindy's license back to her. Taking it, she was shocked to
see that it wasn't her drivers license anymore. The bouncer had turned it
into a library card. The card showed a picture of a small young child. With
a start, Cindy realised that the picture must be what she looks like now.
Staring at the information on the card, she was now apparently five years
old.

"Now, If you ladies will excuse me, I have a call to make. Please make sure
that the child stays out of trouble." He turned to Cindy. "You are now cut
off," he said as he pulled the glass of beer away from Cindy and walked
away.

Cindy's girlfriends suddenly made excuses before leaving, only her BFF Lucy
remained.

Both were silent for a moment, the rest of the bar had returned to its
usual bustle, Lucy attempted to relieve the tension at the table. "Well. At
least your change was gentle."

"Not funny!" Cindy shouted and instantly put a hand to her mouth shocked by
the shrill voice that came out of her.

Lucy suppressed a giggle. "You were asking for it."

Cindy growled as she almost reached for her glass that was no longer there.
Cursing to herself she flagged a passing waitress for another beer.

"I'm sorry," she said, almost patronising. "But serving alcohol to minors
is illegal." With that she walked off to another table.

Cindy crossed her arms and sulked looking at the drink still in front of
Lucy.

Lucy saw her staring, and pulled her drink closer to herself. "Oh no," she
scolded. "I'm not going to help you get drunk now. I'd hate to think what
they'd do to me if I got caught."

Cindy bulked at that and just resigned to sulking in her chair that was now
to big for her. After some time she got fed up and tried to leave but was
turned around at the door by the bouncer. Half an hour later a woman,
escorted by the bouncer walked up to Cindy's table.

"Excuse me," the bouncer started. "Your mother is here to collect you," he
said gesturing to the woman beside him.

Cindy stared at her. The woman was blonde and was dressed gaudy like a
stripper or prostitute. The image wasn't helped by the fact that her breast
were huge double D's. Her face was the epitome of raw sex as well. With
pouty lips a dainty nose and blue eyes that seemed to beg for sex
continuously. Despite all this oozing sex appeal she looked uncertain, her
eyes darting to everyone in the bar, always back to the bouncer. But there
was one thing about this woman. She wasn't Cindy's mom. She was way too
young.

"She's not my mom," Cindy stated flatly while staring at her. "My mom died
four years ago anyways," she said defiantly.

The bouncer sighed. "That may have been the case for the old you. But this
lady here is uniquely qualified to take care of you."

Cindy slid off her chair, stumbling a little still being unused to the
slight drop to the floor. She walked up to them having to crane her neck to
look up at them. "There is no way this tramp is taking care of me."

The bouncer cleared his throat while the woman continued to look nervous and
unsure of herself.

"If you won't accept the arrangement I've made, then I will have to call
child services," the bouncer told Cindy.

"I-. Fine then," she said in defeat. She could always run away and make it
back to her place later.

"Very well then. The lady will take you home," the bouncer said.

As Cindy began to leave with the woman, the bouncer tapped the woman's
shoulder. "I am sorry for the role I played. While I can't change you back,
I can relieve some of the punishment I've placed on you." The woman nodded
whole heartedly. The bouncer asked her for her drivers license which she
gave. He wiped the card with his handkerchief before handing it back. Her
eyes bulged when she looked over the information on the card. As they left
the bar the bouncer called out to them. "I expect for you not to return to this
establishment until you're twenty-one Chad,"

For a moment, Cindy wondered why he called her Chad until she reasoned that
it must have been the woman's name. As they walked into the parking lot the
woman pulled out her remote starter. Pressing the button, the headlights of
an Mercedes Benz lite up with a quick beep of the horn. The woman stopped
obviously surprised.

"What's wrong?" Cindy asked hiking her dress up while trying to keep her
feet in the heels as she dragged them along the ground.

"N-nothing. It's just that I pulled up in a crappy hatch-back," she said as
she started walking again.

As they got in, the woman checked her drivers license again before starting
the car. "My name's Bobbi by the way," she said as they pulled out of the
parking lot. "It used to be Billy but, well, I don't really want to talk
about it right now."

This made Cindy nervous causing her to pull out her new library card.
There, plain as day (or night as it is right now) was the name Chad West.
With a start she reached for her crotch where she was shocked to discover
that it had something more than she last remembered.

Bobbi glanced over. "Is there something wrong?"

Cindy flinched as she squeezed. "No, nothings wrong," she said quickly. They
spent the rest of the ride in silence.

They later pulled up into the drive way to a huge fancy house. They both
let out an astonished "Wow" before getting out of the car and walking up to
the door. Bobbi pulled out her keys and opened the door.

After walking in Cindy searched for a bathroom and locked the door. Seeing
a full sized mirror in the shower door she removed her dress and underwear.
She stared at her younger body for the longest time before she felt a
twinge in her neither region. With a sigh she turned to the toilet. She was
about to sit down when a thought occurred to her.

"Well since I have a penis now, I may as well see what the fuss is about."

She pulled the seat up and for lack of a better word, took aim, and
relaxed. And immediately flexed muscles she didn't know she had when piss
sprayed out all over the toilet and the floor around it. After grabbing a
wad of toilet paper to wipe up the toilet she pulled the seat back down and
sat down shoving her penis between her legs to finish relieving herself.
After she finished and wiped herself dry she cleaned up what she missed on
the floor. Washing her hands was embarrassing since she had to pull a stool
over so she could reach the sink.

She grabbed her penis in her hand. "How the hell do I work this thing?" she
wondered staring at it. "Wha-I'm not even circumcised," she shouted pulling
at the flap of skin covering the head of her penis.

She then heard a knock. "What is it?" Cindy asked pulling a towel off the
wall.

"I think I found your room so I got some cloths that will fit you. They'd
probably feel better than the dress you had."

Cindy grimaced and opened the door wide enough to accept her new cloths.
She pulled on the plain underwear then the red t-shirt and finally the jean
overalls. She took a moment to look at herself in the mirror again. She
looked like any ordinary five year old kid. She groaned, hating her new
body. Leaving the bathroom, she followed Bobbi who lead her to her new
room. It looked like any other little boys room. There were some dinosaur
toys on the floor. The book case was filled with Sesame Street books. The
bed spread had teenage mutant ninja turtles designs on it.

"This is just great!" Cindy said to herself hating the room already. She
looked up at Bobbi noticing that she had changed into more respectable
looking cloths. Cindy climbed up and sat on her new bed patting the spot
beside her for Bobbi to sit which she took.

"So," Cindy started. "Do you want to talk about what happened with you and
the bar?"

"Well," Bobbi said looking off. "Back then, I was a guy."

"It usually is," Cindy said.

Bobbi chuckled. "Heh, I did hear things like that after the fact. Anyways,
my girlfriend told me that some guy was blackmailing her and was at the
Gentleman's Bar. No sooner I did then some crazy lady comes up to me
claiming I stole something from her. She kept getting in my face and when I
tried pushing her away, she somehow flies backwards screaming bloody murder
of how I was beating her up and going to kill her. The next I knew, the
bouncer shows up and," she paused holding herself shaking from the memory.
"He changed me into this sexed up woman. Once I left I discovered that My
old self no longer existed and I now worked at a seedy stripper joint where
they had very loose rules against touching the dancers. I was... Expected
to service the customers in between dances. I couldn't even escape my
situation at home since "home" turned out to be a shitty apartment that was
infested with bugs in the dangerous side of town where you're just as much
expected to get raped as you are to get mugged." She then began to tear up.
"I just don't know what I did to deserve something like that. And then, out
of the blue, while I'm "servicing" in the alley behind the strip joint, the
bouncer shows up knocking out the guy forcing himself on me and drives me
to the bar. I thought that he was going to something worse like parade me
in front of the others like a warning to the others there."

"The bouncer doesn't need to do that. Everyone knows what happens when you
break the rules at that bar. The regulars have seen it every now and then
when a new person comes in thinking they're all high and mighty," Cindy explained.
The irony not being lost on her.

"So what did you do?" Bobbi asked.

"I tried to abuse what the bouncer does," Cindy said quietly.

Sensing that it was a touchy subject, Bobbi left it for now. "Anyways, as
he's driving me to the bar he's apologising the whole way about how I was
punished by mistake and that the people involved have been punished. I was
beyond surprised in the way he made it up to me. I could never imagine
living in a big place like this in the rich part of town. I even have a job
like my old one, albeit a higher paying one," she mused.

Suddenly, Cindy let out a yawn as she rubbed her eyes.

"Looks like someone needs to sleep," Bobbi said as she pulled Cindy up to
draw the covers open and laid Cindy down.

"But I'm not tired," Cindy pouted weakly. "And I'm not a child," she
complained before trying to stifle another yawn.

Bobbi tucked Cindy in, much to her embarrassment, and got up to turn the
light off and leave. "I'm not saying you are a child but your body does
need its sleep if you expect to grow up quickly. Besides, you'll have to be
up early for tomorrow since you are enrolled to start kindergarten." She
then flicked off the light and closed the door.

"What? What do you mean start kindergarten tomorrow?" Cindy asked. But she
could already hear Bobbi's footsteps going down the hall. Cindy tried for
the next hour to stay awake but her new younger body betrayed her and she
was fast asleep.

The next morning she was woken by a hand gently shaking her. She looked up
to see Bobbi standing over her. "Bluh?"

"Time to wake up and get ready for school. I have breakfast ready in the
kitchen," she said before leaving.

Cindy slowly sat up and got out of bed. she plodded over to the bathroom on
autopilot to relive herself. It wasn't until she had trouble getting on the
toilet that she remembered what had happened to her yesterday night. She
sat there a moment before nature made a more urgent call forcing her to
face her business. After washing her hands, she made her way downstairs to
the kitchen she was greeted by the smell of freshly cooked waffles. As she
climbed the chair, Bobbi put the plate of waffles down in front of her.

"I hope you like blueberries in your waffles. I used to cook them that way
for my old girlfriend since they were her favorite. I kind of got carried
away making them like that so if you want anything else, let me know.
However, it's going to have to be cereal since we only have so much time
till I have to drive you to school."

"No, these are great. They're actually my favorite too. But why do I have
to go to school? It's not like I'll learn anything new," she said as she
shoved a mouthful in.

"Maybe before you changed it wouldn't be a problem but you're a whole new
person now. Believe me, I was way overqualified to be working in a strip
joint but I couldn't prove it since the person I became apparently never
finished high school. Just think of It being a refresher course. And you
could try something different for a career this time around."

Cindy swallowed another bite. "You're awfully chipper for someone who went
through hell the last few days," she said eyeing her.

"I won't deny that it had been hard when I was there. I'm not sure if I'd
be able to live with myself much longer. Being forced to go down on some
stinking sweaty guy or else he or my boss will beat me really left me
feeling depressed. I'd be lying if I said that I never considered drugs or
worse to get through it. If the bouncer never showed up, I don't know what
would happen."

Cindy looked at her plate in solace. She had her suspicions last night when
she told her that her old name was Billy as well as her story but after
hearing what she said, she was sure of it. While she didn't know what would
happen to Billy after the bouncer was done with him she didn't expect him
to be degraded like that. She always thought the bouncer just changed people
and he was done with it. She'd seen men that became women return to the bar
so she always assumed...

"I'm sorry," Cindy said with tears in her eyes.

"What are you sorry for?"

"It's me, Cindy!" she cried.

"Wait a-"

Cindy cut her off. "I was the one that set you up. That woman that got you
into trouble was a friend of mine. I'm the one responsible for the hell you
went through." She got off her chair rounded the table and hugged Bobbi,
no, Billy around the waist as she cried into her side. "I'm so sorry for
putting you through this. It's all my fault, I'm the worst person ever! I
just thought he was going to turn you into a girl and that was it. It
wasn't even a good reason either, I was just tired of you," she stopped to
sniffle with watery eyes and turned away with her head down. "I'll
understand if you want me to go away. I never deserved a nice guy like
you."

She began to walk away but was stopped by a hand on her shoulder that
pulled her back into a hug that seemed to swallow her whole body. "I don't
hate you," Bobbi said as she continued to hold her close. "I wasn't much of
a boyfriend was I?" She lifted Cindy's head. "If you'll have me, I will be
the best mother I can for you."

Cindy ran her sleeve under her nose. "Th-that was really corny," she said
with a laugh.

Bobbi pulled a napkin from the table to help blow Cindy's nose which she
took. "Yeah, but I know that it's the corny jokes that get you," she said
with a smile before turning her around. "Now hurry up and eat. You still
need to go up and get changed since you're still wearing your cloths from
yesterday."

With a thankful nod Cindy wolfed her waffles down and ran back upstairs to
change into a blue t-shirt and beige kaki pants then ran back down to
Billy who was standing by the door with a lunch bag in hand and a brief
case in the other. The car ride to Cindy's new school was short. Cindy gave
Billy a quick hug before getting out of the car and entering the school.
She made it just in time as the bell rang where the teacher took a few
minutes to settle the class down.

"Hello class, I'm Mrs. Turner. Let's start the school year by introducing
ourselves. Lets start with you," she said pointing to Cindy.

Cindy looked around the other students, her new classmates. She felt
anxiety and nervousness. "My name is Ci-Chad. My name is Chad West, and I'm
new to the school." There was some chuckles and laughter around her causing
her to duck her head down and blush in embarrassment.

"Now class, you're all new to this school so there is no reason to laugh.
Now lets continue with introducing ourselves," the teacher said pointing to
the girl on Cindy's right.

The introductions quickly went around the circle of kids, some saying weird
and funny things as most kids that age do, relieving Cindy that she was no
longer the center of attention. The day quickly went on from there, much of
it being boring to Cindy as half of it was singing kid songs and the rest
was just the chaotic play that only five year olds could bring about. Half
way through the day a boy named Troy asked if Cindy wanted to be friends.
She almost turned him downed but considered the fact that she was going to
have to grow up all over again and it be better if she had at least one
friend, even if that friend was, mentally at least, younger than her. So
after that thought she accepted and played with him the rest of the day.

Before she realised it, the day was over and the kids filed out waiting for
the busses or their parents to pick them up. An hour later, Cindy was still
waiting by the door waiting for Billy to come and pick her up. After seeing
the last kid get picked up, she began to hyperventilate. What if Billy
decided that he didn't want her to live with him? He had no obligation to
care for her and could just as easily stick her in child services. She was
just about to consider running back to her real home when she saw a grey
Mercedes pull up in front of her honking the horn. Seeing Billy in the
drivers seat she ran for the passenger seat and climb in sniffling again.

"Where were you?" she cried grabbing hold of Billy's arm since it was in
reach.

"I'm sorry, work ran a little long and the traffic was hectic. Can you
believe I hit every single red light getting here?"

"So you didn't decide that you didn't want me anymore?"

"Of course not," Billy said stroking Cindy's hair to comfort her. "If I
didn't toss you out this morning, I'm not going to now."

Cindy looked up smiling and tried her best to reach around Billy to give him
a hug.

"But I am going to have to ask you to get out of the car though," Billy
said causing Cindy to draw back in shock. Cindy immediately began to think
that Billy wanted her to walk home.

So she got out and began to make her way off when she heard Billy shout.
"Where are you going?"

Cindy turned and walked back to the car peering over the open window of the
door. "I thought you wanted me to walk home."

This caused Billy to laugh. "You dummy, you're a five year child right now.
Unless you're sitting on a booster seat, it's illegal for you to ride in
the front."

Cindy felt her cheeks flush as she got in the back seat. "This isn't funny
you know," she said with a pout.

"Just think of it as me chauffeuring you around," Billy said with a laugh.

Five years had passed. Cindy and Billy, or Chad and Bobbi now, had truly formed a
parent/child relationship. Chad had began to think of Bobbi as her mother.
On reaching ten years of age again Chad almost missed the changes that
were happening to his body. Since he had a penis he assumed he'd end up
being a guy but as puberty started to hit him he noticed his pecks puffing
out into budding breasts. His hips had also begun to widen as well. And
while his face was always on the androgynous side, after the growing
breast and hips, his face had slowly began to look more feminine than
masculine.

By this time in his life he had been taking the bus to school. While he
could do nothing to hide his face, he began to strap his breast down to
prevent others from noticing. But as his puberty ran on, his breast got
bigger, his hips got wider and his face grew unmistakably more feminine.
This change hadn't gone unnoticed by his class mates and they began teasing
him by name calling then shooting spit balls. Troy, who had been his friend
since kindergarten had finally broken their friendship under the peer
pressure and joined the others in her torment.

Bobbi had quite obviously noticed his changes and they made a trip to the
doctors who ran every test under the sun. While Chad and Bobbi waited as
the doctor looked over the test results, the two were anxious for the
verdict. The doctor grunted as he looked through each page until finally
he put the folder down.

"Well?" Bobbi asked as she held tight to Chad's hand.

The doctor took a breath and scratched his beard a moment. "I can't explain
it," he said bluntly.

"What do you mean? What's happening with my son?"

"I'm not sure Ms. West. Your son seems to be experiencing a highly unusual
form of hermaphroditism. There's nothing in his blood work to show why this
is happening. He has the normal XY chromosome pair for a healthy male.
That's not to say it's not unheard of. There are a number of people who
have a different chromosome pair to what their apparent sex is. And while a
small percentage of hermaphrodites do develop some secondary
characteristics I've never heard of a case where a perfectly normal boy
undergoing such an aggressive attack of the female characteristics. If I
didn't know better, from just a glance, I would have said your son was
indeed a girl. Now that's not to say this type has never happened it's just
exceedingly rare."

"So where does that leave me?" Chad asked. "Do I take hormones or
something?"

The doctor shook his head. "Unfortunately no. At this stage, hormone
treatment may halt the advance of your female characteristics but it won't
reverse them. You will still have wide hips like your mother and while you
may grow facial hair with the treatment your face will retain its female
shape. Only reconstructive surgery would "fix" this and you'd still come
out looking like an effeminate boy. It would be an easier task to remove
your male genitailia and fashion an artificial vagina instead. But I must
insist that this is an extreme option at this stage in your development and
I wouldn't recommend it. It may do you more harm than good later in life."

That news hit Chad like a bomb. He just wanted to be normal. It was even
worse since he had yet to tell Bobbi about the other kids teasing him.

It was several months after the meeting with the doctor that his rides to
and from school on the bus had sunk to a new level of hell. The kids that
rode with him had began to flick him behind the ears. It didn't matter
where he sat, even when he sat behind the driver there would still be
someone sitting behind him flicking his ears. it had gotten so bad with
just a week of this constant barrage that he had become a twitchy mess
fearing contact from anyone at school.

One day, he intentionally missed the bus home so he could make the trek
home in somewhat peace. On his way he stopped at a city bus stop near a
seven eleven. Cars were whizzing by obviously in a hurry to get home ahead
of the rat race. Not wanting to but unable to stop it, he relived the
nightmares he lived through while on the school bus. He felt each finger
flick of his ears when suddenly he saw a truck barreling up the street a
little faster than the speed limit allowed. With very little thought except
wanting the torture to stop, he took a step forwards in front of the
oncoming truck.

Just before it hit him, a hand grabbed hold of his collar and yanked him
back just missing the truck by mere inches as it sped past, its horn
blaring.

Rubbing his throat he looked up and over his shoulder to see the bouncer
from the Gentleman's Bar still wearing his expensive looking tux standing
behind him.

"Why don't I give you a ride home," he said as he gestured to the parking
lot at the seven eleven. Not knowing what else to do, and still in shock
from his near death experience, he followed him to a 1950's Oldsmobile
that looked to be in pristine condition.

They both climbed in and drove off. It seemed as if the world was working
against them as they seemed to hit every red light they came across.

Chad looked out the window not really thinking of anything until he
asked the question. "Why?"

The bouncer was silent for a moment. "Why what?" he asked back.

Chad turned to him. "Why did you turn me into a freak? Why am I growing
breast and why does my face look like a girls? Do you get off on doing this
to people?" she accused.

"I have never taken the slightest pleasure in punishing anyone," he said
grimly.

"What did I do to deserve this kind of punishment? Do you have any idea what
I go through every day when I ride the bus? Everybody treats me like shit!
And everyone looks the other way when I get picked on. Even in class the
teachers would send me out to the hall for causing a distraction, they
won't listen when I try to tell them what happened. So what did I do to
deserve this. I nearly killed myself just now."

The bouncer let out a huge sigh. "What did Bobbi do to deserve her
punishment?"

Chad stared at him. "That's not fair!" he said turning his head away.

"What did Bobbi do to deserve his punishment?" the bouncer asked again.

Chad continued to look out the window until they stopped at another red
light. "At the time I was bored of him. I didn't want to put up with any
brake up so I thought up that thing at the bar," he admitted in shame.

"Billy, or Bobbi as she is now, was forced into every sexual act you could
think of. If she resisted in any way she was beaten for it. Had I not found
out your scheme She might have found herself in the position you almost put
yourself in years ago. Even though she is innocent, she can never go back
to the life she once had before she walked into the bar. I can't bring her
back to normal but I can at least make her life easier than it was during
her false punishment," the bouncer said as he put the car in gear as the light
turned green.

"But why turn me into a child? And why a boy if I was going to turn out
like this?" he gestured down at himself.

"You were being childish for how you decided to work things out with your
boyfriend. I punished you this way so you would feel how Bobbi felt," he explained.

"How is that the same thing?"

"You were friends with a boy named Troy, yes?"

"Yeah, until he got tired of all the teasing..." Chad stopped.

"Your situation was a little more extreme than Bobbi's initially but they
are similar," he said glancing over to him.

"Then why have her be my mom? Why didn't you just send me to some foster
home where I'd probably get eaten alive for growing up like this?"

"Because Bobbi still loves you," he said plainly.

Chad stopped at that.

"While she was getting beaten by random drunks she was still thinking of
you, hoping that the person who was "blackmailing" you had decided to leave
you alone," he stated

That news made Chad's eyes tear up. Billy still loved him even when he was
suffering those few days of his punishment. "Do you always try to save the
people you punish from killing themselves?"

"Yes."

"Do you always make it?"

There was a pause.

"Not always," he admitted. Chad heard the faintest strain in his voice
when he said that. "While some may say those I punish rightfully deserve
what they get. Those that are punished never deserve that fate. I can only
set the punishment. How long that punishment lasts depends on the person.
Some people understand their punishment and are better for it. Others loose
themselves and sink in it not realising that they are able to leave."

"But how do they know they can leave unless you tell them you can," Chad
asked.

"Even if I do tell a person they can escape their punishment. It is up to
them to decide if they feel they are deserving of it."

"That sounds like you're evading responsibility."

"If I told ever person I had to punish that they can leave anytime then it
wouldn't be much of a punishment," he replied. "I know, it's not a fair
answer but when has this world been fair?" he asked as he pulled up to
Chad's house. As he got out, the bouncer called out to him. "Just one
more thing. You aren't alone. You have a mother who loves you and she will
always love you no matter how your body may turn out."

Chad nodded at that and shut the door. As he got to the door of the house
he looked back to see that the car and the bouncer had disappeared as if
he was never there. He walked in the door and silently waited for his mother.

Ten minutes later Chad heard the door opened and went to see his mother
walking in.

"Hello Chad, how was your day?"

Chad swallowed the lump in his throat and walked over to hug her. With
tear filled eyes he looked at his mother saying. "Mom? There's something
I've been meaning to tell you about school."

The Gentleman's Bar: Sleepless

By: Set3

William and his two friends, Bruce and Albert, were cruising the bar scene for two things: a hot drink and a hotter chick. This, however, was not some innocent romp to hopefully pick up a girl for any meaningful relationship. These "guys", were predators, deliberately getting unsuspecting women drunk for a quick lay. Unfortunately for these women, these "players" had decided it was cheaper to drug them before laying their claim. Fortunately, they were still not as practiced as they'd like to believe and were quickly banned as they got caught attempting their easy claims. This had increased their notoriety and they had to leave one bar after another as people would recognise them.

This prompted them to drive to the next town to "stake their claim". So, after parking their car they began the trek of bar-hopping looking for the perfect hunting area as it were. While the seedy bars had some hot women, they looked a bit too dangerous and undoubtedly had some boyfriends that wouldn't think twice about beating the crap out of them. The mainstream popular bars were ok, there were plenty of people around to cover them slipping a little something into some woman's drink but tonight, the scene just looked a little too plain so they continued on.

Eventually they stumbled onto a group of hot women that were talking about a girls' night out. This immediately caught the trio's attention and they soon followed, keeping a discreet distance behind. Not five minutes later, the girls walked into a building. The ornate structure of said building was very nice and when the trio looked up at the tastefully deigned neon sign read: "The Gentleman's Bar".

William smirked at the sign as he turned to his friends, "What do you say guys? It looks like this is our bar. After all, we are a fine example of gentlemen, am I right?" He asked which caused them to laugh behind him as they walked into the bar. The interior of the bar was very posh and the patrons inside seemed to reflect that the men and women were dressed very nicely in evening dress wear. The trio momentary checked themselves over and quickly considered their polo shirts and slacks were acceptable and therefor make it easy for them to blend in. Bruce excused himself to go to the washroom, a tradition he normally does before scoping out his pick of the night. William and Albert snickered once again at that before they began making notes, singling out various women by age, hotness, and most importantly, if they were on their own. Eventually, William found his target for the night, a hot leggy blonde chick. She didn't have much up top but her bubble-like ass more than made up for it. Albert's target was a short curvy brunette that had a generous rack peeking out from her slinky black dress.

The two went to opposite sides of the bar and ordered two drinks, a beer for them and another like the one their target was currently drinking. With careful practice, they took turns slipping their ruffees into the drink for their respective target. One looked around while the other drugged the drink making sure they went unnoticed. Seeing that they were successful, they each moved on to their prey. Both considered the other on their own until the "real" party later.

As William approached the blonde from behind, he took note of her skinny jeans hugging her ass as he grinned slightly seeing the tell-tale strings of the woman's underwear only peeking from the top of her jeans. As he rounded around he his eyes fell on her dark blue halter top holding her small, but still noticeable breasts. The woman looked up at him as she finally noticed him.

"Hi," William said as he gestured in request to take a seat at her table, "I could help but notice that you are all alone tonight. Did your boyfriend stand you up tonight?" he asked as he placed the prepared drink on the middle of the table in front of her.

The woman smiled at the offering, "I hope you don't think you can buy my company with a daiquiri," she flirted.

William smiled as he looked her over, "Well, I couldn't very well come over to such a beautiful woman without an offering. After all, my pick-up lines are awful," he said as the girl laughed. William's smile grew into a predatory grin as she gently sipped the drink. William looked off behind him to his right to where Albert was working on his girl and gave him a wave signaling to him that he had his prey in the bag. Albert nodded back, a reply that meant he was working on his still.

During this, Bruce had emerged from the washroom just in time to see William signal that he got his girl. Bruce quickly glanced over to where Albert was sitting before he noticed someone approaching William's table. As he looked, Bruce saw a thin guy dressed in some sort of tux walk by William's table. He almost missed it but he saw the man switch William's beer with a different bottle.

"Oh shit!" was Bruce's first thought, this guy in the tux must have noticed them slipping the drugs or something. This had obviously spooked him and he bugged out and ran for the door. He bumped into someone who was just entering the bar causing a scene that drew Albert's attention which enabled the Bouncer to switch his own beer while he checked out the disturbance undetected. Albert had completely missed seeing Bruce and turned back to the girl he was flirting with as he took a swig of his new beer.

Not long after the disturbance two waitresses called the women away from both William and Albert under the guise of a phone call that had to be taken in an employee room in the back. The two men waited patiently drinking their beers and soon enough, they were empty. As soon as their beers were empty, the Bouncer approached them each in turn telling them that he saw them drugging the women's drinks and that they had to leave. The women had been taken away to get medical attention. William and Albert quickly left, not wanting to get into any trouble with the cops. Both silently thanking whatever god they believed in that the Bouncer didn't card them. So in their eyes, once they left, they were in the clear but understood that they were probably banned from coming back, or at least there would be consequences if they were caught doing this again. The Bouncer watched them leave with a sad look on his face before he resumed his duties.

As the two stepped out into the street they made their way back to their car. Since William had the keys they weren't concerned that Bruce would leave without them and walked down the sidewalk. As they walked along, William stumbled suddenly feeling dizzy as he grabbed Albert for support, Albert himself was under similar circumstances.

What's goin' on?" Albert slurred as he grabbed hold of a parking meter to steady himself.

William leaned up against the wall of the building across from Albert, "I don' know," he replied before his eyes went wide when he suddenly realised the symptoms they were displaying, "Oh shit! I think that bouncer buy ruffee'd us," he said as he struggled back to his feet. "Come on, we gotta get back too the car," he told Albert as he slapped his shoulder to get him moving.

Albert shook his head to clear it before continuing on, not succeeding.

As they stumbled on their bodies began to change. At first, their heights began to dwindle to five foot even. While they shrank their sandy-blonde hair lengthened and darkened, William's becoming curly while Albert's was silky smooth and straight. Their bodies thinned down as their shoulders closed and their hips widened. Neither felt their penises receded into their bodies forming vaginas. Breasts pushed out on their chests, William's was a respectable size but Albert's breasts ballooned out to EE sized cups.

Their rear ends reformed into pleasant feminine ends. William's rear ballooned out "bootylicious" is the only word to describe it. William's face shifts as his features became softer and daintier. His eyes changed ever so slightly to give the impression of permanent wonder. Not helping in this image was this lips swelling to comical proportions giving his new face the look of a clueless bimbo. Albert's face shifted becoming feminine but more reasonably respectable, but will always seem to have the look of pleading for sex. Neither talked on their trek but their voices had changed without their knowing, William's becoming high pitched stereotype of the bimbo he now seemed to look like. Albert's voice became a pleasant soprano but will forever be plagued with vocal inflictions of pleading for something.

Then their cloths magically reformed. William's briefs turned into a white G-string while legs of his slacks pulled up and up until they became a tight biege pair of short shorts showing off his large rear end. His socks somehow lengthened as they pulled up his legs becoming stockings, his shoes morphed into a pair of sneakers with two-inch high heels further accentuating his posterior. His polo shirt then changed into a tight turtle neck sweater cut to show off his mid drift.

Albert's underwear reformed into a thong, he side stepped slightly as it gave him a wedgie. His shirt shrunk down to a pink mini tube top that barely hung on around his breasts while still showing lots of cleavage. His pants shrank as well and became a black mini skirt while his socks seemed to dissolve as his shoes morphed into open toed four inch stiletto heels.

The sudden clothing change caused both to stumble more so, but both reasoned that it was from whatever drug the Bouncer slipped them. Despite this, they eventually made it back to the car where Bruce was swearing as he checked his pockets in vain for the keys.

William pulled out his keys from the tiny pocket of his shorts as he stumbled forward to open the door. Bruce caught him and easily pulled the keys from him.

"Who are you? And how did you get these keys?" Bruce asked.

"What are yew tawkin about, thew're..." William stopped as he heard his high-pitched voice. He then looked down and was met with his changed body and clothing, "What the hwell? Whad that guy do to meh?" he screamed through his thick lips before he was overtaken from the questionable drink he ingested and fell into Bruce's arms.

Albert wasn't that much farther off as he fell to the ground without acknowledging his new body yet.

Bruce looked at the girl in his arms, then at the one laying on the ground before he came to a realisation. Judging from what the girl in his arms had said, he figured it was William and Albert who drugged these girls and sent them his way. He smirked as he used the keys to open the door and loaded the girls into the back seat. As he got into the drivers seat, he made a mental note to thank his buddies for doin' him a solid twice over. With a smile on his lips and a boner in his pants, he drove off for a motel to enjoy his prizes in private.

A short drive later, he found one in an out of the way part of town and rented a room for the night. Fortunately for him, the motel rooms had an outdoor entrance which he could park William's car in front of. He was happy since he wouldn't have to waste time dragging each girl separately down a hall and possibly have to answer questions he didn't want to. Soon enough both girls were laid on the bed, Bruce making quick work stripping them of their clothing and began to caress their bodies.

Even though William's eyes were closed, he was fully conscious as he felt his new breast get uncomfortably squeezed. Even though the rate of his breathing never changed, William's heart was beating like a racehorse as he felt a mouth close over his other breast licking it and nibbling his nipple between his teeth.

"Please stop," William screamed inside his head as Bruce kissed and licked his was up to his face.

As Bruce stuck his tongue past his thick lips, he shoved the fingers of his right hand up his vagina and began rubbing it. William continued to scream in his head pleading for it all to stop as he felt Bruce's tongue swish through his mouth while the fingers in his vagina began to have effect as he felt it beginning to wet. As if answering his prayers, Bruce pulled away. But this was short-lived as he felt Bruce lifting his legs up.

"No!" William screamed once more as he felt something touch the folds of his wet vagina. Before he could register this feeling, Bruce shoved his dick straight in. On feeling this invasion of his body William was finally able to utter a small yelp to which Bruce mistook as a moan.

"Ha! I knew you bitches always like a good fucking," He laughed as he hammered his dick in and out while he groped the girls breast while once again shoving his tongue through the girls thick lips. "Wish you were awake though," he said momentarily between frenching her, "With those lips made for sucking cock, I bet you give great head." And he continued his work.

All William could do was repeat the words, "Please stop, stop please," over and over again as he felt Bruce's rod slide in and out of him respectively. As this continued, he felt his vagina responding as a heat welled up and despite what he was feeling, he didn't want to feel this. He didn't find this arousing. And as his body climaxed, he felt violated as his body betray him. He was able to give out another yelp to which Bruce took as a sign the girl he was fucking actually loved this. This sent him over the edge as he came inside William. After he came, he gave a few more quick thrusts before pulling out. On feeling the semen burst inside him, William felt tears well up under his closed eyelids.

Bruce gave his breasts a final squeeze before getting off the bed and switching on the TV. William was crying in his mind, he had never felt so used. So degraded, like he wasn't even human. He wept.

A half hour later, Bruce turned the TV off and got back on the bed and started on Albert. William couldn't be more thankful that Bruce was no longer focussing on him but was equally sorry, knowing exactly what Albert was feeling, he prayed that Albert was truly sleeping and not paralysed like him.

Fifteen minutes later, Bruce was finished, and as he pulled his cloths on he looked at the naked forms of the two ladies, "You two are the finest bitches I've ever had. Maybe I'll look you two up to get some awake action. I know I'd like to get some head from a little someone," he said as he leaned over William to french him one last time while giving both of this breasts a tweak and left. He heard the car start and pull away.

William laid there, still paralysed, unable to move, he was sobbing inside the dark corner of his mind trying to forget what he went through. Minutes turned into hours as William was unable to fade into the brief respite sleep would bring him.

Eventually, as the sun rays streamed in through the curtains in the early morning hour William was finally able to move. Slightly at first, but he slowly regained control over his body. When he finally got full control of his body, he slid off the bed with his back to the drawers as he pulled his body into the fetal position and wept openly. He hated what Bruce did to him. "How could he do that to me?" he sobbed. It wasn't much long after that William realised that he did the same thing to several other women. This epiphany of what he had done made him feel even worse. Not long after, Albert had finally woke up but William found out that he too was merely paralysed as well and felt every second of what he went through. They cried together late into the afternoon. They used the bathtub to scrub their bodies hard getting the semen out of their bodies as well as trying to get the dirty feeling off them. They dressed in the revealing cloths and left.

Epilogue:

Bruce was quickly arrested and charged for assault, rape, forceful confinement, and other related charges.

William and Albert found out that they no longer existed and their male selves and were Aisha and Alanis respectively. A bond had formed between the two from what they went through so they moved in together and became lesbians for all the world to see. While they weren't close as in the sexual way with each other (still feeling Bruce's touch on their bodies when things got too far) there were plenty of tender moments between them. Some time after Alanis had gotten sick. Having missed a few periods, she bought a pregnancy test kit. She was pregnant.

When Aisha came home from work, she found Alanis in the bathroom crying. When Aisha prodded she pointed to the test kit where Aisha saw the positive sign on it.

"What am I going to do?" Alanis cried, "You probably think I'm the worst. How could I let this happen?"

Aisha sat down beside her and pulled her into a hug, "It's ok," she said as soothingly as her high-pitched voice could do.

"But what about the baby? I don't want anything bad to happen to it but I just can't live with it being his," she said stressing the last word, both having vowed to never say Bruce's name again.

Aisha rubbed her back, "Whawt ever you decide to dew, I'll support yew," she said. silently swearing to herself for her thick lips gave her a lisp. "Whawt ever happens, I'll be there fowr yew."