Monday morning was back to my male clothes, and that was a problem suddenly. My waist was too narrow, and maybe I could fix that with a tight belt if it wasn't for my butt, where apparently all my tummy fat had disappeared to. Eventually I had to borrow one of Eve's suit pants. She said it was hardly noticeable, but I felt exposed. Luckily I could fit into one of my dress shirts, using a sports bra to keep my fatty chest under control. And spending multiple days, and nights, in heels, and I could not walk in my regular shoes anymore. My girlfriend had a pair of boots that didn't look like they had heels, but they relieved my tendons, and they hardly showed under the pants. I would just be a few inch taller.

Today I would have lunch with Carmen as well, the lady in the office who had noticed my nipples. Eve had given me clear instructions to give her number to Carmen as soon as I reached the office and asking her to call my girlfriend before lunch. I had a feeling nothing good would come out of that, but I did as I was told. I could tell Carmen noticed my pants, but she said nothing and neither did anyone else.

Unfortunately, our leadership team determined that morning that an urgent get-together was needed with representatives from all departments, to discuss the latest engagement survey, right over lunch. I was selected, but luckily so was Carmen. We sat next to each other eating a slice of pizza, listening to what apparently was considered a disaster, number wise. And right at that moment my girlfriend apparently activated the egg...

You'd think I'd be used to it by now. But never did I feel the vibration so severe. I did everything in my power to not give in, being in public, with my boss and his boss in this room. And for the first time I felt like I had a chance. That was until my nipples went on fire, until I lost my sight. I didn't pass out, but somehow I couldn't see anymore, and I had to stop that feeling in my nipples.

I had to get out of there, run to the bathroom. I started panicking and when I got up, something held me back. I fell back in my chair and the plug in my rear pushed deep inside. It instantly started my orgasm and trying to get back up I heard something tear, I heard a scream, I tripped and fell to the floor. I just hoped nobody could see my body shake at the most violent orgasm to date. Sitting on my knees I cupped my chest, trying to hide my nipples that had to stick out by now.

It was the wrong thing to do, as my own touch on the soft bra material triggered another orgasm. Again a woman screamed, as finally the vibration stopped. Slowly my eyesight came back and I saw everybody looking down at me, my hands still caressing my breasts, bra and corset clearly visible as my shirt was torn apart.

Then I heard the CEO say, well Mr. Johnson, or should I say Miss Johnson, we have no need for you anymore after the show you just put up, let's just say that you're too engaged. Carmen? Would you please make sure he-slash-she leaves the building as soon as possible.

I heard Carmen next to me answer, of course sir.

She pulled me up by my arm, which exposed my still rock hard nipples to everybody around, but she managed to cover a piece of my shirt over them. And then we were out of the room.

My god, she whispered to me, I came twice myself, just from sitting next to you. Glad no one was looking at me, or I would be gone too. So it wasn't you who screamed? I asked her. Girl! She laughed, that was all you. Twice. What a show!

We had reached my desk, and somewhere she had found a box, and she started packing my personal stuff in it. There wasn't much, and in minutes we stood outside next to my car. She took my badge and she told me she'd warn my girlfriend that I was coming, and then she was gone.

I don't remember driving home, but suddenly I was in our garage, and I saw Eve coming out. Poor baby, she said, I'm so sorry I caused that. I had promised Carmen I'd demonstrate the egg during your lunch together. You were supposed to be somewhere private!

She said she could feel the vibration inside your body and she got off on that too. I love that girl already. She said your eyeballs rolled back and you ripped your shirt when you tried to get up, falling to your knees, grabbing your breasts and you screamed while you came. Twice.

Oh my God. I had been screaming indeed. No wonder everyone was looking at me. Honey, I said, we have to stop. I have to get back to normal so I can find a new job.

Haha, she said, no worries about that. Remember I have been looking for an assistant? My home business is growing fast. You're my assistant now. Go put the clothes on that I put down on the bed, you start right away. And no need anymore to hold back on the hormones, so drink the smoothie that's on the countertop.

I had gotten so used already to her dominance to question her orders. I drank the smoothie, knowing that I would never be the same again. But when I saw the delicate gown on the bed I wondered if perhaps that was a good thing. She was clearly turning me into a woman and this was a killer dress for any woman.

When I put the gown on I noticed how well I filled the sewn in cups, and the relief I felt on wearing the matching heels, easily two inch higher than the boots I had on before. I sat down at the vanity to pull on my wig, and started doing my makeup. I was still learning, but I got the hang of it. When my girlfriend came in she nodded her head approvingly, and showed me how to finish the job.

She explained how she found this girl, who made these fantastic gowns in her home, and how she bought them from a simple picture. But for her own shop, to sell them again, she needed a model to wear the gowns and dresses, and that would be part of my tasks as her assistant. I had no idea how hard models worked, but we spent all afternoon on pictures for three dresses, and I was exhausted. But Eve was happy. I would be described on her webshop as her transgender model Jaclyn. And she would make me a star.

When I finally sat down to rest some, in my last dress, made from leather and sheer, suddenly Carmen was there. My girlfriend kissed her like she'd known her all her life, and I saw her tongue driving deep in Carmen's throat. It was a very erotic experience seeing these two make out right in front of me, and I felt my nipples go hard and fluids started running in my rear. I wasn't jealous, but I was eager to participate.

Carmen pulled away and said, she's building up an orgasm. My girlfriend looked at me and saw my nipples poking out, then she told me to eat Carmen out. Carmen sat down on the sofa, her skirt pulled up and her legs spread wide, and I sat on my knees between her legs and I plunged in. She was seriously wet and she tasted like honey mixed with seasalt. I used my fingers to massage her clit and I could hear her moan, as my own desire built up further as well. It was like pleasuring her was pleasuring myself, and soon we were both moaning, and I had her at the edge. When I sucked a vacuum at her clit and two fingers in her pussy, I could sense her point of no return. And likewise I felt an orgasm coming up, for the first time without any vibration needed from my egg.

When she came, she came hard, her fluids spraying my face, as I tried to catch all in my mouth. And I came right there with her, but this time without Eve in control. I heard two screams now, as every nerve in my body was on fire. And when her squirts finally calmed down, we both came back from our high.

Carmen later explained how she'd found out that her body was in tune with mine. She'd sensed it when I was at her desk and then today of course during the lunch meeting. She begged my girlfriend if she could stay around, she'd work for her as well, for free even, as long as she could stay close to me. Eve eventually agreed, but only if Carmen would submit to her, as I had already. And Carmen wanted nothing more than just that.

My girlfriend experimented with the two of us. She made Carmen cum herself now, and indeed I came right with her. And when she triggered my egg, Carmen was just as flustered as I was until we both orgasmed.

Soon Carmen was wearing one of my maid's uniforms, and cooking dinner. She was amazing at it, making my shake even more tasteful. My girlfriend showed her how much of my hormone cocktail to mix in, and how often I needed my fix. And after an hour of exercise it was bedtime.

The three of us shared the bed and we had only one threesome before falling asleep. I had lost my job today yet I felt very content. I dreamed about Carmen and how she was eating out my very own pussy. It didn't take long before I came and squirted my fluids into her mouth. She lapped it up like a dog and it started my next high. She wouldn't stop and I couldn't stop cumming. The bed was soaked by now and finally she pulled away.

That's when I woke up, indeed drenched in my own sweat and who knows what other juices. Both Eve and Carmen were looking at me, Carmen sweating herself quite a bit as well.

That was quite an interesting experience, my girlfriend said, I can see why you had fantasies about that. I may do that many nights more. Tell me, what were you dreaming about?

It didn't even occur to me to lie. I told her how Carmen had been eating my real pussy, and that I couldn't stop cumming.

Hmmm, Eve said, am I to understand that you have fantasies of becoming a complete woman? I thought back about my dream, and I realized there was no way around it, the feeling had been too good in my mind, so I nodded.

Very well, Eve said, it will take a bit, but we have a clear goal now. I'm very pleased.

After breakfast we left to visit Rose, the woman who made the beautiful gowns. Her tiny logo inside the dresses was a black rose. And that fitted her well, as she had a beautiful ebony skin. Her home was filled with fabric, sewing machines and drawings. And mannequins, some naked, some with a gown in progress. Rose was in awe with me as the single model to wear her dresses. She wanted my exact measurements all over my body, and she was going to make me a dress, right away.

It would take a day, maybe two, so Eve and Carmen left me with Rose, with instructions that I do anything she commands. Not ask, but command. Any failure on my side, and Rose would text Eve, who could then apply a remote punishment.

Rose was not quite happy with some of my measurements, as it was with my corset on. So she took me to a friend, who ran a tattoo shop / salon. He was a huge black man named Ben, who set me down on a bed, with my legs in stirrups. They took all my clothes off, including my corset, and somehow he managed to remove the cock lock as well. He warned me things were going to be painful, so he gave me a pill. I looked at Rose, and she nodded.

It was the weirdest feeling, like I was there and not there at the same time. But I felt no pain, when they went with a hot rod all around my body, apparently to remove all hair. I felt no pain when my tummy was pierced in multiple spots, a row on the left and a row on the right. I felt no pain when he used a sort of fishing wire to pull the skin together between the left and right holes, like I had my own corset now, using my own skin.

I felt no pain, or maybe a sting, when he removed the balls from my scrotum, using some non invasive tool. I felt no pain when he sewed my tiny soft dick to the skin behind it. I felt no pain when he covered it then with some artificial skin, which was glued to my own skin, making it look like I had a vagina there and no more bulge.

I felt no pain when he tattooed a black rose around my left breast, exactly the same as Rose had herself. Nor did I feel pain when my lips were tattooed, and some other spots on my now hairless face. I felt no pain when my wig was removed and hair extensions were woven into my real hair. I felt no pain when he pierced my ears, my nipples and my bellybutton, nor when he put little studs in all. And finally I felt no pain when silicone was injected into my breasts, to give them exactly the right size.

All throughout what was happening Rose was explaining what was going on. Her voice was so sweet, it gave me great relief just accepting what she was saying.  No longer was I male, she said, and she made me proud of being Jaclyn. It was normal that I still loved women, I was a proud lesbian. But Big Ben also deserved a reward afterwards, I would open up after he was done, and allow him to take me any way he wanted. And anytime in the future if he desired so.

And I would wear anything that Black Rose wanted me to wear. I was her model and would do anything to keep my shape the same. Twice a week I would visit her and stay for the night and eat her out and play any game she wants. I would make her rich and likewise she'd make me rich.

Her voice was so soothing, I slowly fell in love. When I was with her, I was hers.

It took hours, and by the time I started feeling normal again, I had new nails on all my fingers and toes, in the same red that Ben had tattooed on my lips. To get my body just the right length he wanted me to wear ballet boots. I should either wear the boots or similar slippers, but never again anything less than six inch heels or it would hurt my calfs. They told me my body was made to wear heels, and indeed I didn't even stumble.

Although I was naked, except for the boots, I felt totally in control. I sat on my knees in front of Ben, opened his zipper, and pulled out his monster cock. I took it straight into my mouth, as a reward for his good care of me. Somehow I knew exactly what to do to give him as much pleasure as possible. I didn't gag when he pushed deep in my throat, and held my head. I savored his taste, and was disappointed when he pulled out. But he pushed me on all fours and a second later he took my pussy.

I had pleasured myself before with my dildo, but only now I learned real pleasure. No vibration needed, he had all the pulsing energy to make me cum. Over and over, until he finally shot his load deep inside me. When he finally pulled out, I quickly turned around and cleaned his member in my mouth, and when I saw the satisfaction on his face I felt extremely happy. Any time, I told him, and I'd be ready for him.

Rose in the mean time had worked on making me a glass set of earrings. Her art was magnificent, the center of each was blood-red and swirling out to a clear outside. Each contained one of my testicles, and she showed me how I could either wear them in my ears, or on a necklace. I was so proud to wear her magnificent art.

Then she pulled the dress she'd made on me. It was of course a perfect fit, now that my body was adapted. It was shiny red latex, with a thick rubber bodice over it, following each of my new curves. I was a queen and both Big Ben and Black Rose were shooting pictures of me. I was now the piece of magnificent art.

Back home at Rose's place we went to her bed, and I ate her out, and it was nectar in heaven. Would I still enjoy Eve and Carmen after this? But she told me I was born to eat our other women, and I would disappoint none. When she tried her new strap-on out on me, I screamed, so good it felt. I was her model, her sex object and her plaything. Still wearing the dress I fell asleep in her arms.

And that's how my new life started. I became a famous model, a proud translesbian, and eventually post operation a complete woman. Carmen became the assistant eventually that Eve so needed. And a much better maid than I ever was. Because my urge to be with Rose became stronger and stronger, I eventually broke up with Eve, and in a double wedding I married Rose, as Eve married Carmen. Big Ben was our best man, and he spent our wedding night in our bed and many many nights after. He was our sex toy, as we were his. And wasn't that how this all started? With a sex toy?