Anything for the Job | free bimbofication story

Chapter One

“What a night,” I grumbled as I parked my car in the studio parking lot. The rain pounded against the roof of my car, making it almost impossible to hear the radio. Not that I was listening to anything exciting. It had been a way of taking my mind off the fact I was skipping my hardest class to drive across the city in the dark and pouring rain for a photo shoot.

My agent, if I could really call him that, had texted me about a big opportunity that I couldn’t miss. It’s not like I needed this gig. I was only modeling to help pay a few bills. I could just as easily get a job on campus that I could work around my class schedule. And it would not require me to drive across the city in the rain.

Still, I was already there. The class I was missing was already half way over too, so it wasn’t like I could go back for that. The only thing that made sense was to meet with Carlos, my agent, and see what work he wanted from me tonight.

I didn’t have a hood or an umbrella, so I held my jacket up over my head as I ran from my car to the front door. Even that short stretch though, was enough to leave me soaked to the bone below my knees. Luckily, when modeling, they provided the clothes. And if I was lucky, they would let me keep those. It was one of the few perks of this gig, especially considering the money wasn’t that great.

“David, you’re here,” Carlos said as soon as I stepped into the lobby. He sounded surprised. I was just relieved to be out of the rain.

“What are you talking about?” I asked. “You texted me. You said I needed to be here.”

“You didn’t get my last text?” Carlos said. He looked stunned that I was standing before him, dripping wet.

“What text?” I asked as I pulled out my phone. I tried turning it on, but the screen remained blank. “Damn it,” I swore. “Battery died. I take it you don’t need me after all?”

“So here’s the deal,” Carlos started to explain. I could tell he felt bad about all this. As annoying as it was to be dragged out here, I couldn’t blame him for the foul up. Actually, it was the fault of whoever set up the photo shoot. “These guys called me up saying they needed a guy for a shoot. Knowing who they are, I thought this would be a great opportunity for you. But then they called me up a little while ago and changed what they needed. They need a girl, see.”

“Yeah, I get it,” I answered. Being a male model was not nearly as fun or lucrative as it was for women. A catalog shoot might use two men but five women. Not exactly fair, but I was only in this for a little extra money. I wasn’t making a career out of it.

The door to the actual studio burst open to reveal a heavyset woman looking frantic. “Carlos, do you have our girl yet?” she practically screamed.

“I’m trying, but this late of notice on a crummy night like this. You guys screwed this one up.”

“Well, just hurry up. We don’t have all night for this thing.”

The door slammed behind the woman, leaving Carlos and I alone once again.

“Have you been able to find someone else?” I asked, feeling genuinely sorry for Carlos. He was a good guy and other than the screw up tonight, he had done well by me, recognizing that I was only in this for helping pay my bills while I was in school. I had heard rumors of agents who pushed their clients to drop everything to become full time models. I was thankful Carlos was more laid back and understanding than that.

“I’ve got nothing,” he answered, looking sullen. “I’ve called all the women I represent. All of them are busy. And if I don’t get someone, I lose the contract with Vivian. She was the woman you saw earlier.”

“That sucks,” I said, trying to be sympathetic. It’s not like there was a lot I could do for him. “If there’s nothing I can do, I guess I better get home. I might be able to get the notes I missed from a classmate.”

Just as I was turning to leave, Carlos jumped up with excitement. “I’ve got it,” he exclaimed.

“Something I can do?” I asked, genuinely curious as to how he planned to remedy the situation.

“Yeah, actually there is,” Carlos said. It looked like the wheels inside his head were spinning as he worked through a solution.

“Well, what is it?” I prodded when he did not continue.

Carlos shook his head, bringing himself back to reality, although a dopey grin had settled on his face. “Have you ever heard of Bimbacic?”

“Bimbacic?” I repeated, trying to recall if I’d heard of it before. “I don’t think so.” I knew there were various drugs that were popular with the modeling community. Most of them were supposed to cut fat or help clear up skin. I was close to positive none of them actually worked.

“It’s a new drug. It’s supposed to turn men into women for a short period of time.”

“You’re kidding,” I scoffed. “That’s impossible. I would have heard about something like that. And that’s assuming it’s possible to change genders without surgery and hormone therapy.”

“Look, David, I’m desperate. Humor me, will you?”

Carlos pulled a packet of pills out of his jacket pocket. They were still in their bubble packaging. At least they looked legit.

“I don’t know,” I said, still wary of the idea of taking some unknown drug. It’s not like I hadn’t tried my share of recreational drugs, but something that supposedly could change me into a girl did not exactly sound like a good idea, even if it was supposed to be temporary.

“Look, I’ll waive my cut,” Carlos pleaded. “One pill, it’ll last a couple hours. You’ll be fully you again by the time you leave here. Please.”

I had never seen Carlos look so desperate. If I didn’t know better, I would have thought he was playing me. But there he stood, looking dejected, like his life was coming to an end.

It would have been easy to just leave. To his own admission, I wasn’t even supposed to be there. If my phone hadn’t died, I would have gone to class instead. But it was too late for that now. And the truth was, I had always wondered what my life would be like as a girl. I’m not talking any sexual fantasies or anything. It was more of a thought experiment. What would I look like, or act like, if I had two X chromosomes instead of an X and a Y? I never thought I would know, but this Bimbacic, assuming it did what Carlos said it did, would give me the opportunity to find out.

I didn’t say anything. I simply reached out and grabbed the package of pills from Carlos’ outstretched hand.

“Thank you,” he said. “You have no idea how big a deal this is.”

“Whatever,” I said, trying to distance myself from the emotion of the whole situation. “So how’s this supposed to work? You know what happens after I swallow this pill?”

“Not exactly,” Carlos said. “Why don’t you do this in the bathroom. I’ll be right outside if you need me.”

“Sure,” I said before I strode off toward the sign pointing to the bathroom. I had a momentary concern over which bathroom I should be choosing. Going in, I would be a man, but coming out, I would be a girl. At least that was the idea. However, I gave out a sigh of relief at not being faced with that choice. It was a unisex bathroom.

I could hear Carlos continue to thank me as the door shut behind me. I walked up to the counter and looked at myself in the mirror, still clutching the pills. I was a handsome guy. I had to be as a model. I wasn’t ripped like some of the guys, but I was in decent shape. I had avoided the freshman fifteen, which helped a lot.

The back of the blister packaging just said “Bimbacic” in bold lettering. There was nothing else on the package to indicate dosage or even the ingredients. Not like it mattered at this point. I had committed myself.

“Here goes nothing,” I said as I broke the packaging for one of the pills and popped it in my mouth. I then scooped a handful of water from the faucet into my mouth to help me swallow it.

I stood there, watching myself in the mirror, waiting for something to happen, having no idea what to expect. Usually I went into these kinds of things with a bit more information, but there wasn’t time to do my research on Bimbacic. And now that I’d swallowed my first dose, it was too late stop.

A part of me was curious how this whole process would occur. The idea of watching myself transform into a girl intrigued me. Would the process be smooth or would it be painful? And that was only the first of my many questions.

Standing there, waiting for my transformation to begin, my image in the mirror started to grow fuzzy. I looked down at my hands, only to see my hands looked just as blurry. My heart pounded in my chest as I realized something was wrong. The blood rushed from my brain, leaving me light headed. I carefully sank to my knees, afraid I would faint and hit my head. I only just noticed a thinning of my fingers as my vision finally faded and I lost consciousness.

Waking up was a surreal experience. Nothing felt right. My head felt like it was full of cotton. It was hard to think. My clothes felt funny too. Nothing I was wearing fit me properly. And worst of all, I was waking up on the bathroom floor. Not exactly the kind of place you want to hang out.

I stood up carefully, feeling my proportions were off from what I remembered. My muscles shifted differently than I was used to, my muscle memory off. My feet swam inside my shoes, my pants barely hanging on my hips as they bunched around my ankles. My t-shirt was baggy and overly large, except in the chest.

I looked at my reflection in the mirror. I could only vaguely recognize myself. My nose, my jaw, my lips, my cheekbones, all of them had changed, becoming more feminine. My hair, once brown and short, had grown out into long blonde locks reaching halfway down my back. The only way I knew it was still me was my eyes. They were the same piercing blue eyes I had been looking at since I was a child. While everything else about me seemed to have changed, my eyes had remained the same.

After I finally came to grips with the fact I looked like a girl, my curiosity got the better of me. I started by lifting up my shirt above my new tits. I didn’t make it a habit to call breasts, “tits,” but it felt natural. And they were big enough to be tits. I couldn’t help myself as I reached up and gently fondled them, measuring their heft and lightly pulling on my nipples.

My eyes went wide as the sensation of my nipples not only went up into my brain, but down to my pussy as well. I had completely forgotten about that part of the transformation. I let go of my tits, my shirt staying bunched up above them, as I reached down and slid both hands beneath the waistband of my jeans.

“Oh fuck,” I said as I found my wet and waiting slit.

“David, you all right in there?” Carlos called through the door.

That was enough to bring me back to reality. I pulled my hands out of my pants and quickly washed them in the sink. Although I quickly noticed two things. First, my fingernails had grown out. Although that didn’t bother me. However, the second thing I noticed was my height. I wasn’t particularly tall as a man, but I had still been taller than the girl I had become. The sink came up past my belly button when before it had been several inches lower on me.

“Just a moment,” I called out. I stood up, almost shocked at the sound of my voice. It was so different from what I was used to. My voice came out higher pitched and more breathy than I ever would have guessed. As a guy, I would have found it sexy.

When I finally emerged from the bathroom, I watched for Carlos’ reaction. While I didn’t have any beauty products to apply to myself, I had still taken the time to adjust my outfit and style my hair with my fingers. Not that any of that would matter, since my makeup, hair and wardrobe would all be provided to me, but the thought of not trying to look my best bothered the new girl me.

Carlos eyed me up and down, being careful not to stare at any one part of me for too long. I had tied a knot in my t-shirt so that it fit me a little better. The fact it also showed off several inches of my surprisingly tanned midriff didn’t hurt matters. I also had rolled up the cuffs on my pants so they didn’t bunch around my ankles anymore. The shoes were a lost cause, however, so I kicked them off with my socks and held them in my hands.

I couldn’t help but smile at the way Carlos looked me over. I had never considered the idea of being with a man, when I had been one too. However, now that I was a woman, even if only temporary, I could definitely see things from a different perspective. Not that I was ready to jump in bed with a guy. But I could recognize that Carlos was an attractive man who found me attractive as well. The way he looked at me simply proved that point. And to be honest, I liked being looked at. I liked being desired.

“Carlos,” came Vivian’s voice, still panicking. “Do you have someone for me yet?”

I turned toward Vivian and smiled. She had barely acknowledged my existence before. But now that I was a girl, it was different. She stood there for a moment, slack jawed, the moment she caught sight of me. I couldn’t tell what she thought of me, especially since I wasn’t exactly dressed as one would expect a girl to dress. It was clear my clothes weren’t made for me.

“You’re here,” Vivian finally said, her eyes devouring me. She ignored Carlos completely.

“Yes,” I said, not being sure what else to say.

“What’s your name?”

I inwardly swore to myself. We hadn’t figured this part out yet. I couldn’t say I was David. That might tip Vivian off to what I’d done. I had no idea about what the implications of using Bimbacic were, but I was pretty sure it wasn’t legal, at least in this context.

Vivian’s expression changed as I stood there, surely looking like a deer caught in the headlights. She must have thought I was an idiot. Not that models are known for their brilliance, but not remembering your own name doesn’t exactly leave people with a good impression.

“Dani,” I finally said. I’m not sure where exactly it came from, but it just rolled out of my mouth. However, it seemed I was stuck with it. At least until the shoot was over and the Bimbacic wore off.

“Dani?” Vivian said as she again looked me up and down. “I guess you’ll do. Follow me and we’ll get started. It shouldn’t be long.”

I followed Vivian into the studio. It was a basic catalog shoot for a specific and limited line of clothes. That meant there weren’t a lot of wardrobe changes. This being a night shoot, that made sense to me. Once my hair and makeup were complete, it would be a short session with the photographer.

I couldn’t help but pay special attention to how my prep team worked. As a man, I hadn’t cared much about the hair and makeup work, but I was curious about all of it for a woman. I had no plans to repeat this performance, but I was still interested in how modeling worked for women. It was a different world, at least to me with my limited modeling experiences.

With makeup and hair care tips absorbed, I was fitted for a set of outfits. There was nothing scandalous, but some of the items were more revealing than I had expected. Dipping necklines and low-rise pants were heavily featured. The photographer was a complete professional as he talked me through the shoot. While I had experience as a male model, I was more or less clueless when it came to modeling poses as a female. My hips moved differently, my tits bounced and jiggled if I moved too fast. Worst of all, my hair, which I was wearing down, kept falling in front of my face, forcing me to push it back.

The shoot ended just in time. I had only just finished thanking everyone involved and picking up my pay from Vivian when my vision started to go blurry again. I rushed back to the waiting room restroom so that I could turn back into myself in peace. Carlos followed me out of the studio and waited for me, keeping guard so that no one would bother me.

As soon as I was alone, I leaned back against the door and slid to the floor. The room was starting to spin as I worked to strip off my clothes. They were too small for my male body. Just after I slid my panties down past my thighs, my vision went dark. I passed out still leaning against the door.

It was once again a surreal experience waking up. After shaking off the cobwebs from passing out, I looked down to make sure I didn’t still have tits. I let out a sigh of relief when I saw my male body just how I remembered it. I was back to my old self. The only reminder of what had happened was the fact I still had a pair of panties around my legs.

With my wits about me, I quickly changed back into my regular clothes. Not sure what to do, I gathered up the clothes I had been modeling. It’s not like they would fit me. I could always sell them or donate them to a charity later.

“You did good, David,” Carlos said when I emerged from the bathroom. “I really appreciate you doing this for me. Vivian’s big in this town. She put me in a bind on this job, but you came through for me. So thank you. And like I said, I’m waiving my cut. You earned every penny tonight.”

“I’m glad I could help,” I said, relieved the whole ordeal was over. “Let’s not do this again though, all right?”

“Yeah,” Carlos said. “I don’t need another night like this one. I’ll talk to you later.”

When I got back inside my car, I took a moment to count up the money I had earned. Vivian had just handed me an envelope filled with cash. My eyes nearly popped out of their sockets when I realized how much money it was.

“$500,” I said out loud. That’s more than I’d ever been paid before, including for full day shoots. Admittedly, I wasn’t the most experienced or most sought after male model, but Dani had no previous experience. Either Vivian had been desperate to find someone or Dani was worth a lot more than I was.

My drive home was buoyed by the large wad of cash in my pocket and the fact it was no longer raining. It was only later that I realized I had the package of Bimbacic still in my jacket pocket.

Chapter Two

When I got home from the photo shoot, I spent an hour tracking down a classmate who was willing to lend me their notes. Then I spent another hour at the library, copying them, before returning them. I had never realized how anal retentive my classmates were before. I then spent another hour studying them. By the time my head hit the pillow that night, it was far past my usual bedtime.

However, the following morning, it wasn’t my alarm that woke me, but a text from Carlos.

“Vivian loved you last night,” it read. “She wants to book you for another session tonight. You still have the Bimbacic?”

“Fuck,” I yelled out, thankful I didn’t have a roommate. The reason I had picked up the modeling gig was so I could live alone. With the extra money, I could afford my own place. But the idea of faking being a woman for all this was a bit much. The fact was, I was far too tired to consider stuff like this at the moment.

I turned over and tried to go back to sleep. Sleep never came, but I figured I would benefit from at least lying there and trying. My first class wasn’t until afternoon, so I had time to sleep in, although I was cutting into my workout time.

Every morning I worked out. The exercise helped keep me sane. But late nights usually meant late mornings, cutting into the time I needed to keep fit, both physically and mentally.

Again, it wasn’t my alarm that got me up. It turned out I had forgot to set it in my tired state the night before. Carlos was texting me again.

“Need response ASAP,” the text read. “Same time, same place, same pay. Bring the Bimbacic.”

I stared at my phone for a full minute, contemplating what I should do. While I didn’t have a night class again, I really needed to spend some time studying. On the other hand, the money from last night’s shoot had been good. But the big problem was my need to take another dose of Bimbacic. As much as I had fun, I wasn’t sure if I should do it again, especially so soon. I had no idea what long term use might bring.

“Fuck it,” I said as I returned Carlos’ text, telling him I would be there. The prospect of another big payout was too tempting to pass up.

I went through the rest of the day like a zombie. My mind kept wandering off, fantasizing about what the shoot would be like. What clothes would they have me wear? How would they style my hair and my makeup? Would they want me to wear heels? I had never done that before. Part of me hated the idea of wearing heels while the other part of me wanted to discover what the big deal about them was. I understood the physics of them, how they shaped the body into more pleasing lines, but I was undecided whether they were for me.

Despite the fact I had several free hours throughout the day, I never once remembered to look into Bimbacic. Instead, I spent my free time trying to work out how to complete the transformation as discreetly as possible. My options seemed limited. By the time I needed to leave for the shoot, I had not come up with a solution I was happy with.

It was a clear night, so traffic getting across town was not as bad. This left me with a little extra time to make my final preparations. I reached into my jacket pocket and pulled out a Bimbacic pill, swallowing it with water from a water bottle I brought with me. Then I climbed into the backseat of my car where I had room to transform and change into more appropriate clothing.

The inside of my car started to spin in front of me as the Bimbacic took effect. Although, it did not seem as bad. Still, within moments, my vision faded to black and I passed out.

When I came to, it took me a moment to remember where I was and what had happened. Just like before, my clothes were ill fitting. I had considered stripping out of them first, but I didn’t want to create a scene if someone spotted me while I was passed out. I was technically in public and my windows weren’t tinted enough to stop a curious person from looking in on me.

I took my time, changing into the clothes from last night. Again, I didn’t want to attract unwanted attention. A woman changing clothes in the back seat of a car had the potential to do just that. Pulling my sleeves inside my t-shirt, I was able to put a bra on, although it felt more uncomfortable than I had remembered it being.

I also used the bagginess of my t-shirt to help cover me while I changed out of my pants and boxers. My panties were purple and made from lace. They were cute, but I didn’t have time to admire how they fit me and how they highlighted the curves of my ass. The jeans I pulled on were the same as last night, but they felt tighter, like I was bigger than I had been before. While my jeans were tighter, especially across my ass, they still fit me.

To complete my look, I pulled my t-shirt up and over my head, revealing my bra clad tits. Being able to see them, I tried adjusting the fit of the bra, but no matter what I did, I couldn’t get past the fact the bra was just a little too small. It had fit perfectly, as far as I could tell, only last night. Something had changed.

I didn’t have time to think about it. I glanced at clock on the car radio and it was almost time for my photo shoot. I tried one more quick adjustment with my tits, the result of which was making them look more prominent, and then pulled on a top. It was a scoop neck tank top that almost showed off my bra. No matter what I did, it left a lot of cleavage showing. It also didn’t exactly meet the top of my jeans, leaving the tops of my hips bare.

From there, I pulled my jacket back on and slipped my feet into a pair of heels that came with the outfit. As I walked from my car to the studio, I zipped my jacket up all the way. It wasn’t that it was particularly cold, but I was hit with a sudden wave of shyness about my body. Considering I was about to have my picture taken, possibly wearing much less, it was a strange feeling. But I recognized there was a difference between dressing sexy in public and for private photo shoots.

“Dani,” Vivian greeted me when I walked into the lobby. “I’m so glad you could make it on short notice two days in a row. Did Carlos explain to you the plan tonight?”

“Um, no,” I said. “He just gave me the basic details: when and where. Is there something I should know?”

“Nothing to worry about, Dani. Hey, did you do something with your hair?”

I looked quizzically at Vivian, trying to figure out what she meant. I held a lock of hair up in front of my eyes. It might have been a little lighter than last night, but I couldn’t be sure.

“It must just be the lighting,” I said, trying to come up with an excuse. Considering that a few minutes ago I had been a man, I didn’t want to have to make up a lie about getting my hair done.

“No worries,” Vivian said. “It looks good, actually. If you’re ready, I have everything ready for you back in the studio.”

“Lead on,” I said.

Vivian took me into the studio to sign a few forms and then meet with the stylists again. They were the same people from last night. Again, I watched intently, watching their technique and paying attention to the products they used as they prepared me for my shoot.

The wardrobe I was modeling this time was a little different from the last. Last night’s outfits were revealing but casual. Tonight’s outfits more closely resembled something I might wear to a club if my goal was to get a guy to buy me drinks and maybe go home with him.

For some reason, despite my earlier shyness, once it came time to start shooting, it felt completely natural for all eyes to be on me. In fact, I liked it. I couldn’t imagine why I wouldn’t want to be the center of attention. I mean, I was hot. I had assets worth showing off and it would be a crime to not share myself with the world.

The shoot was over in far too short a time. I was still flying high as I climbed behind the wheel of my car, still dressed to the nines in a pink sequined cocktail dress and matching pink stiletto heels. I had been worried about wearing heels so high at first, given my experience level with them as a man, but they felt natural, if not perfect, on my feet.

Dropping the bag of new clothes from the shoot on the passenger seat, I took a moment to check my makeup in the rear view mirror. “Damn,” I said as I checked myself out. I was hot. And I didn’t just mean that I looked hot. The photo shoot had left me wet and horny. My body felt like it was on fire, only I didn’t know how to put it out. I needed to find some kind of relief.

I put my car in gear and started for home. There was one thing I knew would satisfy my urges, but I wasn’t ready for that yet. While I looked like a woman, I still very much identified as a man. As good as a solid fucking sounded, I wasn’t ready for that yet.

It was only when I arrived home that I realized I hadn’t changed back. Last night, the Bimbacic had worn off after a couple hours. But now it was getting late and I was still a girl.

A part of me started to panic. What if I didn’t change back? What would I do? Dani didn’t actually exist. She was just a person I pretended to be while under the effects of Bimbacic.

“Fuck,” I cried out, still sitting in my car, as a sharp pain suddenly filled my head.

I held my hands to my head, trying to push the pain away, but it remained, pressing on my skull. I could feel my heart begin to beat faster as my thoughts turned to the possibility of a complication from the Bimbacic.

“Stop it,” I told myself as I tried to calm my thoughts. I couldn’t let myself succumb to panic. It wouldn’t get me anywhere. I closed my eyes and cleared my mind as best as I could. And much to my surprise, the pain receded to the point it eventually disappeared.

I don’t know how long I sat there, absentmindedly staring ahead with a dopey smile on my face, when a knock on my window gave me a jump. It was a guy, someone I vaguely recognized who lived in my building.

“Are you all right?” the guy asked, his voice muted by the window.

I couldn’t help but stare at the guy. My thoughts weren’t exactly moving at full speed again and there was a part of me that thought the guy was hot. Was I getting wet for a guy? It seemed impossible, but I could feel a difference in my pussy.

Eventually I realized I needed to respond. I opened the door and stepped out, paying special attention to my balance in my heels.

“I’m fine,” I said with a smile. “I had a little headache for a moment, but it passed. Thanks for checking up on me.”

“Um, no problem,” the guy said, his eyes torn between looking at my face and my visible cleavage. My dress was rather revealing in that manner. I couldn’t help but thrust my chest out even more. The part of me that thought he was hot wanted to keep pushing things. It wanted to satisfy the growing urges inside of me. And this guy had the means to do that.

I giggled in response. It was the strangest things. I had wanted to say something, but the moment I opened my mouth, I let out an inane little giggle. The guy must have thought I didn’t have a thought in my head. Of course that thought only encouraged the part of me that wanted to have sex with this guy.

“Can I help you carry anything?” the guy asked. In one of the short moments he was able to pull his eyes away from my tits he must have noticed the bags of clothes in my car. On the passenger seat were the new clothes I had picked up from the photo shoot while the back seat had a bag containing my “old” clothes.

“That would be lovely,” I said, punctuating my statement with another giggle while I batted my eyelashes at him. I reached back into the car, bending at the waist to give the guy a good look at my ass while I grabbed the bag of clothes from the shoot. I preferred to carry the other bag, just in case he got curious and looked inside.

“So were you out clubbing?” he asked when I handed him the bag, his eyes returning to my tits.

“I’m a model,” I explained. “Just finished a shoot.”

I couldn’t help but giggle when the guy started choking on his own words. And I could understand where he was coming from. Before I started modeling, the models themselves seemed unapproachable. Some of them still were, but they didn’t seem as special anymore.

“I’m Dani,” I eventually said, after I had retrieved the rest of my clothes from the back seat.

“Robert.”

“Thanks so much for your help,” I gushed. “You’re a real life saver. Without you I would have had to make two trips and that’s no fun at all.”

As we walked inside, I silently berated myself for acting like a love sick puppy over Robert. I was flirting without even trying. The real me had no interest in doing anything with Robert. He couldn’t possibly think he was going to score with me. Then again, I was pretty horny and Robert had helped me. There was definitely a part of me that wanted it.

We rode the elevator up in silence. Robert lived one floor above me. I watched the numbers tick up, but suddenly my vision started to fade. My transformation was beginning. I was changing back into a man.

When the elevator doors opened, I panicked. I grabbed the bags out of Robert’s hands and scurried off down the corridor as fast as I could with my hands full and in my high heels.

“Sorry, Robert,” I said. “I’ve got to go.”

Robert didn’t move. He seemed surprised by my sudden change of heart.

“What apartment are you?” he called after me.

“G” I called back without thinking. I shouldn’t have answered. I didn’t need him showing up, looking for Dani later when David would be the one answering the door. But I didn’t have time to worry about that. I needed to get inside and out of my clothes before something bad happened. If someone found me passed out in the hallway, my very male body squeezed into a little pick cocktail dress, I would never hear the end of it, and that’s assuming no one would call the cops.

I turned the corner toward my apartment. My door was in sight. The hallway was beginning to spin so I knew I didn’t have much time. I dropped the bags next to my door and fumbled around for my keys. I knew I could pass out any second. Getting my key into the lock proved a challenge, but somehow I was able to unlock the door.

I pushed myself inside, only just remembering to pull the bags of clothes in behind me. Once the door was shut behind me I let out a sigh of relief. But I wasn’t out of the woods yet. My dress was stretchy, but not that stretchy. I needed to get out of my clothes.

My body moved on memory as I kicked off my heels and raced toward my bedroom. I left a string of discarded clothes behind me as I somehow managed to not only reach my room, but collapse onto my bed, before my vision went black and I passed out once again.

Chapter Three

I slept straight until morning, lying there naked on my bed. I never even made it under the covers.

It was the sun that woke me. Feeling the warm rays as they poured in through the window onto my bare back, reinvigorated me. I slowly opened my eyes, noticing a pool of drool in front of my face. It wasn’t exactly my finest moment. But also not my worst. A heavy night of drinking my freshman year left me in a much worse state. To be honest, it was so bad I don’t even like talking about it.

I sat up slowly. My whole body ached. Every muscle, every joint felt unnatural. Remembering the events of last night, I gave myself a once over, but everything seemed to be as I thought it should. My transformation had been completed. I just never woke up after it, as I had done the first time around.

My first thought was coffee. I needed it to jump start my day. I got up and staggered into the kitchen, still wearing my birthday suit. It’s not like I spent a lot of time naked, but since I lived alone, I wasn’t concerned.

Coffee was exactly what I needed. It didn’t help my body feel any better, but it gave my brain a big enough energy boost to start thinking rationally about last night’s events. From there is was a hot shower to help soothe my aching body.

Standing there in the shower, with the hot water hitting my skin and running down my body, I couldn’t help but wonder what it would feel like to shower as a woman. Would it be different? Of course that line of thinking brought me to last night.

I had been treating Bimbacic as a drug with a specific purpose. For those two photo shoots, I needed to be a woman and Bimbacic could do that for me. But I never did check into the side effects. That first dose had lasted a couple hours. But last night was longer, almost twice the time.

However, it wasn’t just the added time. My behavior was different. Knowing that I could have reverted at any point, I never should have climbed behind the wheel. What if I had passed out while driving. I could have died, not to mention the chance of killing someone else. I won’t even get in a car is I feel the slightest bit intoxicated. And yet I had driven home without a second thought to it.

Worst of all though was the flirting with Robert. There was a part of me that wanted to sleep with him. And as far as I could tell, the only reason for that was because he was there. As a man, I recognized that Robert was an attractive man, but he wasn’t that great. But at that moment, I had been horny. My mind kept turning to thoughts of sex, or at the very least to thoughts of satisfying my urges. If I had made it back to my apartment without meeting him, I would have found something to help me get off.

The water in the shower turning cold was the sign that it was time to get out. The heat had helped my body. I still felt a little hungover, but it was something I could work through. I had suffered plenty of hangovers worse than this.

As I put the events of last night behind me, I was looking forward to a day spent studying, making up for lost time, even though it was Friday. But after two nights spent modeling, I couldn’t let it wait. At least I didn’t have any classes to go to. One of the benefits of being a senior was arranging a schedule that left me with three-day weekends.

However, when I checked my phone for messages, I found a text from Carlos waiting for me. Before I even read it, I knew what he wanted. While he hadn’t been at the shoot last night, he had been kept apprised of the details and results. His message this morning could only mean one thing. He wanted Dani to work another gig.

“Shit,” I said as I started pacing my bedroom. I could picture the message in my head. Carlos wanted me for a full day shoot on Saturday. Or more specifically, he wanted Dani. The problem was I didn’t know if I could risk taking Bimbacic again. The amount of time I would spend as a woman with just one pill was an unknown. But worse, I wasn’t sure some of my baser instincts could be controlled.

I had been ready to jump in bed with a guy who had only offered to help me carry my bags to my apartment. What would happen if a guy actually tried to seduce me? Would I just drop to my knees right there and suck his cock or pull up my skirt and let him fuck me from behind? Dani couldn’t be trusted to make those kinds of decisions. She was a horny and slutty little minx at times and she seemed to enjoy it.

As I paced back and forth, only wearing a pair of boxers, I began to realize that Dani was still a part of me. I could see her side of the situation. From a very narrow perspective, her actions last night had been entirely justified. My objections had been noted and even adhered to for a while, but eventually Dani’s arousal had gotten to me. It was unlike anything I had experienced as a man. It was inside me, seeping into my core, corrupting me with thoughts of passionate sex.

I fell back onto my bed. As I stared up at the ceiling, I tried again to organize my thoughts. Dani wasn’t bad. She wasn’t some naughty girl who only ever thought of sex, but she was sexually liberated. Sex for her was something fun to enjoy with nice people. Was that bad? I knew it wasn’t. Sure, she might get labeled as a slut, but who really cared about that. I didn’t and neither did Dani it seemed.

Eventually, I pulled out my phone to actually read the text from Carlos. It was much as I expected. He wanted Dani for an all day shoot. I guess I had made quite a name for myself in the past two nights. I was wanted for a swimsuit shoot. On top of that, the money was better than anything I had ever expected. It seemed to be significantly more than the norm.

I was about to turn Carlos down, but I suddenly had a change of heart. “I’ll be there,” I typed back, confirming my attendance. I was almost shocked with myself, but I knew why I really did it. While I had a lot going for me, I wasn’t really happy with my life. School didn’t excite me as much as I put on and I knew my male modeling days were limited. I needed to know more about what Dani’s life would be like. I needed a reason why my life was better than hers.

With my weekend plans now set, I knew I needed to get started on studying. I had two midterm exams next week. But first, I needed to finally sit down and read up on Bimbacic. I needed to know what it was doing to me and what my next time on it would be like.

Surprisingly, there wasn’t a whole lot on the Internet about Bimbacic. The company that owned the patents for it were tight lipped about what it was for and what it did. The only place I could find anything that looked somewhat reliable was Wikipedia of all places. And even then, the information was limited.

For women, Bimbacic was known as the hotness drug. For a few hours it would leave the user more beautiful. The effects of long term usage were lingering physical characteristics, meaning some of the changes didn’t fully disappear. From what I could tell, there weren’t too many people complaining about that. There was also a mention of unsubstantiated claims of long term usage resulting in heightened libido, but no studies had been performed to find if that was true. That was probably another area where women weren’t complaining.

The effects of Bimbacic on men was a little less clear. It was documented that it would transform the user into a woman. Beyond that, there was no documentation. It seemed no study into the drug and its effects on men had ever been carried to completion.

“I guess that means I’m blazing a new trail,” I said to myself as I gave up on my research. I was fairly confident that this next excursion as Dani would be my last. There were too many unknowns with Bimbacic for me to keep using it. The money just wasn’t worth the possible risk to my long term health. And to be honest, this amount of modeling got in the way of my school work. What had started as a way to pay my bills while in school was finding ways to take over my life.

I woke up early Saturday morning. I had spent the rest of Friday studying for my midterms next week. I actually felt pretty good about them. After two nights modeling, which included missing my hardest class, I had more than made up for the lost time.

But my schoolwork was the least of my problems as I got ready for the photo shoot. I needed to work out how I was going to handle my transformation. Last time I had been able to take care of that in the car, but it had been dark out at the time. During the day, I didn’t think I would have the luxury transforming without someone coming to investigate.

I soon realized my only option was to transform at home before I made the trip to the studio. This time the shoot was at a place I had never been to before. It was closer to my apartment so I wouldn’t need to spend quite as much time in the car. With this being an all day shoot, I needed to maximize the amount of time I was there under the influence of the Bimbacic.

I stood naked in my bedroom, looking at the package of Bimbacic Carlos had given to me. It had been a pack of twelve and I had taken two already. I didn’t know how many I would need to get through the day, but I decided I would dump the remainder when I got home tonight. The temptations of using it was too high.

Wanting to be sure this first dose would last as long as possible, I decided to take two pills. I sat back on my bed and swallowed the little pills with a glass of water. Rather than wait for my vision to go blurry, signaling the beginning of the transformation, I just laid back and closed my eyes.

I’m not sure when exactly I passed out, but when I woke it was to the sound of buzzing. I looked around, searching for the source, forgetting what I had just done or what I had planned for the day. Finally I pinpointed the source of the noise to my pants sitting in a pile on the floor. It was my phone.

I reached out for it from my bed, barely noticing that everything about me was different. My hands were smaller, my arms thinner and shorter, my hair longer and a very light blonde, as well as my tits which seemed larger than I’d ever seen them before. But all of that was on the periphery of my thoughts. My focus was on the phone.

It was a struggle to grab hold of the phone from my bed. By the time I finally reached it, the phone had stopped buzzing.

“Damn it,” I said at both myself for not getting to the phone in time and for who I saw the call was from. It was Carlos. I had also missed several texts. He wanted to know my condition.

I quickly tapped out a text in reply, or at least I did it as fast as I could be my now long nails. As a guy, I had never needed to learn how to type with long nails. It wasn’t hard, but it was different and I kept making mistakes I had to go back and fix. I told Carlos I had already taken the Bimbacic and I was leaving shortly.

After I sent the text, I just sat that for a minute, not really sure what to do with myself. My brain wasn’t exactly working all that well for some reason. There didn’t seem to be anything wrong, but I just felt slow.

My phone buzzed in my hands. I looked down to see a smiling emoticon. I smiled back for a moment before I realized I needed to get dressed and drive to the studio.

Before I took the Bimbacic I had already pulled out a set of clothes to wear. However, now that I looked at them, I wasn’t really feeling it. The clothes were nice, coming from my first photo shoot, but they weren’t all that sexy or exciting. I hadn’t realized before my transformation that something like that was important.

Unfortunately I didn’t have the time to make changes. I would just have to live with what I had already selected. I started with the bra and panties. The panties fit, although they felt a little snug in places. I looked down to see they didn’t fit my ass very well. They looked good on me, but that’s just because they were skin tight. A thong would have been a better option, if I had one. But I’d never received one as part of the clothes I had previously modeled.

However, while the panties were a tight fit, there was no way I could wear the bra. My tits simply would not fit in the cups. It was too small for me, by a lot. “Oh well,” I said as I discarded the bra on my bed. And to be honest, I didn’t really like the look of the bra. I wanted something sexier. The one I had was too utilitarian for my tastes.

The jeans were the same low-rise pants I’d worn the other night. Although they were even harder to get up over my ass than before, I was just able to get them closed. Actually, the way they were painted onto my ass, they looked great.

My top was a basic scoop necked t-shirt. It showed plenty of cleavage. And I had a lot to show. Even hanging naturally, my tits were still perky and firm. The shirt was tight enough that they pressed together forming a long line between them. The size of my tits also helped pull the hem of the shirt higher, exposing my belly-button whenever I lifted an arm, even just a little. It was a good thing I had a flat belly.

I had originally selected a pair of flats I had from the first shoot, but I knew those wouldn’t work for me. The only time I would ever not wear heels was when I was working out or walking barefoot and I was doing neither of those. Instead, I found the pink heels I had worn home from Thursday’s modeling session. They were high, but they looked great in contrast to my jeans.

As soon as I was dressed, I ran my hands through my hair, wanting it to look nice, but knowing the stylists would take care of it soon enough. There was little sense in going all out on it when it would only be that way for less than an hour. Not that I had any products to use on it. I made a mental note to stop on the way home and buy a few cosmetic items.

With my appearance set, I grabbed a small bag I could use as a purse, making sure to put my wallet and my phone inside, and I headed out the door. As soon as the elevator opened, I let out a gasp at the sight of Robert. He was riding down, just like me.

“Hey, Dani,” he said in greeting, looking happy to see me.

“Hi,” I said with a girlish giggle.

“Everything all right?” Robert asked. “The other night you kind of ran off on me.”

“Oh yeah, sorry about that. All of a sudden I wasn’t feeling very good.”

“I know what you mean. I was going to drop by your place and check on you, but I kinda chickened out.”

“Awe,” I cooed, “that’s so sweet of you. And don’t be scared. You can drop by any time.”

“Thanks,” Robert said, still looking nervous. He rubbed the back of his neck as he thought about what he wanted to say next. “Hey, look, if you’re not busy tonight, I’m having a little party at my place.”

“That sounds great,” I said. I felt like the conversation was picking up just like it had Thursday night. I couldn’t believe I was flirting with Robert, but it felt completely natural. At least I knew I wasn’t going to jump him in the elevator. I had places I needed to be. “I’ve got a shoot all day, but I should be around tonight.”

“Wow, that’s great,” he said, looking stunned that I’d accepted his invitation. “I’m in Apartment C, one floor up from you. Things are starting around eight.”

“I’ll be there,” I said as the elevator doors opened. I stepped out, making sure my ass swayed enticingly. I took a peak over my shoulder, to see Robert just staring at me. I couldn’t help but give him a little smile.

The whole way to the studio, I had a smile on my face. The fact I took a wrong turn twice wasn’t enough to wipe it off my face. When I finally arrived, I enjoyed my walk across the parking lot and into the building, my tits bouncing with every step. I could see how it would get annoying after a while, but I enjoyed it, knowing guys would stare.

“Dani, it’s great to see you,” Carlos greeted me as soon as I stepped through the door and into the studio lobby. I could already tell this place was much more upscale than Vivian’s studio. The furniture, the artwork on the walls all spoke to the classiness of the place. The lobby even had marble floors.

“Hi, Carlos,” I said, feeling relieved to see him. As much as I could feel myself operating on instinct, I was still nervous about the shoot. I couldn’t help but think I might do something to make everyone else think I was only here because of the Bimbacic. I didn’t like deceiving people like this. I was an impostor and I had very little idea of what I was doing.

“Hey, you’re going to be fine,” he said. Carlos must have seen my nervousness in the way I was suddenly carrying myself. I was amazed at how I went from confident to a hollow shell the moment I saw the lobby. This was the big leagues. Vivian’s studio had been nice, but my work would never make it big there. But this place, the photos taken of me here could end up in major magazines.

“So what’s the plan?” I asked, taking a deep breath and calming myself. I needed to remember that despite my surroundings, this shoot would be just like all the other ones I had done before. They were never that different.

“Miguel should be out in a moment. He’s running the show today. He’s a great guy, but rather flamboyant in his mannerisms. But he’ll take really good care of you. Do you have a plan if you need to take a second dose of Bimbacic?” Carlos said this last part barely louder than a whisper.

“I took a double dose before I came and I’ll keep the rest nearby, just in case. If I feel it coming, I’ll excuse myself and take some more.”

“That sounds good. Unfortunately, I have to leave for a little bit. I just came by to make sure you were situated. Miguel knows you’re waiting. I’ll drop in on the shoot later. You’re not my only client I’m working with today.”

“Thanks, Carlos,” I said truthfully. While I knew I wouldn’t be there if it weren’t for him, I also knew I wouldn’t be ready for it without him either. And no matter what I felt before, I was actually enjoying this little ride. How many people got to try out both sides? This was a huge opportunity for me, even if it wasn’t something I was going to do again.

I wasn’t left alone for long. A couple minutes after Carlos left, Miguel came out and welcomed me with warm affection. If he weren’t so obviously gay, his actions would have bothered me. He gave me a once over, looking me up and down, but not in a leering manner than most guys do. He was appraising me, his mind already planning how he wanted to do the shoot. He was a professional, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t enjoy life.

Miguel brought me back to meet the photographer and the stylists. He also showed me the swimsuits I would be wearing. There was a part of me that was concerned. There wasn’t exactly a lot of fabric with these things. The suits were all two pieces and many of them covered very little. They weren’t the kinds of suits you actually wore to go swimming in. I doubted they would actually hold up and stay in place if I tried to swim a lap in them. But that part of me was easy to ignore. It was much easier to just roll with the punches and let what happened happen.

I spent at least an hour in the hair and makeup chair. The stylists went to town, making me look perfect. They wouldn’t let me look at myself in the mirror, so I had no idea what they were doing. The look on my face when they were done, holding a hand mirror up for me, was one of shock. I never knew I could look this way. I begged them to teach me how to do that, because I was gorgeous. Clearly pink was my color. My lips, my nails, even my eye shadow was all pink.

To be honest, while I looked hot, it wasn’t like the stylists had made me look smart. I looked pretty bimboish. Not that that was a bad thing, but as a college student, brains were important to me. Not that Dani was a college student. I sometimes had to remember to separate the two of us a little. The fact Dani really seemed to want to have sex with Robert was enough reason to question her intelligence. Not that I needed much intelligence for the gig. In fact, acting dumb and playful seemed like just the right way to play the shoot. Assuming I wasn’t given instructions otherwise.

And then we began. The first suit was a simple tie side bikini, but the bottom was a thong and the top didn’t exactly give me full coverage. But it was surprisingly comfortable. Miguel set me up on this fake beach with sand and a beach ball I got to play with. I actually had a lot of fun and for most of the day, I forgot I was really David. I just let Dani’s instincts and bubbly personality take over. I didn’t even realize she was naturally bubbly, but when I stopped thinking about things, trying to make decisions and plan ahead, it just happened. It was great.

When we broke for lunch, I had a few moments to myself to think. I knew I was having fun and making a lot of money. My thoughts drifted to Robert’s party tonight. I was actually really excited to go to that. I had already decided to just let Dani take over and enjoy herself, because really, it was really me enjoying myself.

However, I needed to make sure I stayed like this for a while. With how things were going, I didn’t want to break away from the photo shoot later to take another dose of Bimbacic. I figured my best option was to take another pill now and then again before the party. That way I would be sure to keep being Dani for the rest of the day. At least my logic made sense right then. I knew I might think differently later, but I couldn’t control that.

I sat there, just dressed in a robe, wondering if the pill I just swallowed would do anything. Was there anymore of a transformation for me to go through, or would it just keep me as Dani for longer. I wasn’t sure, but I was having a hard time dwelling on that. It was just so sciencey. I knew I was a college student, but that seemed so distant, almost like it was someone else’s life. In a way, it was.

In the end, nothing happened. I didn’t pass out again. I didn’t get hotter, although that would have been pretty cool. Not that such an occurrence would be easy to explain to Miguel. As far as I knew, he didn’t know I was using Bimbacic. He thought this was the real me.

The rest of the photo shoot was as expected. I quickly lost track of the number of wardrobe changes I made. Just the thought that I would get to keep all of the clothes was enough to keep me happy. The large sum of money I was earning barely entered my mind. I simply got lost in the beat of the house music, the flashes from the cameras and the orders of the photographer and of Miguel.

Somewhere near the end of the shoot, Carlos reappeared. I didn’t notice him at first, being too caught up in looking sexy for the camera. It was only when the photographer had to stop and change out a battery in his equipment that I spotted him.

“Hey, Carlos,” I said, running up to him in mincing little steps. My platform heels made it hard to move anywhere very fast. Actually, that was kind of the point. It gave people more time to look at me.

“Hey there, Dani,” Carlos greeted me, giving me a light hug and a peck on the cheek. “You having fun today.”

“I love it,” I gushed. “Miguel’s super nice.”

“He is, isn’t he. He’s great at what he does. You’ve been following all of his directions?”

“Every word,” I affirmed.

“Any problem with the pills?”

I knew what Carlos was getting at. “Nope,” I said. “I took an extra one at lunch, just in case.”

“That’s a good girl,” Carlos said. Hearing him say that made me shiver with pleasure. There was a part of me that knew I was acting like a little girl or even a pet, but, to be honest, I didn’t care. I was having fun and having fun felt like the most important thing to me at the moment.

“All right, Dani,” Miguel said. “We’re all set to finish this off.”

“Okay,” I said as I minced back to the set, all ready to be ordered about as my picture was taken again. Miguel walked over toward Carlos and they started speaking. I couldn’t hear what they were saying over the music, but any thoughts about them were quickly chased out of my head by the orders of the photographer.

Before I knew it the photo shoot was over. The photographer was packing away his equipment and Miguel had retired to his office, having already thanked me for a tremendous shoot. That left me standing there in a bikini with Carlos. I couldn’t help but smile at him. He had been such a great agent for me, getting me all these high paying gigs.

“Good job today,” Carlos said as we walked toward my dressing room. Really it was just a large alcove with a curtain that could be drawn across the opening.

“Thanks, Carlos,” I said, beaming a smile up at him. Even in my tall heels, he was still taller than me.

“So you’re ready for next week?”

“Next week?” I asked, completely confused. I had thought this would be it. I didn’t know about any other shoots. Not that I was against them, but I could vaguely remember deciding to stop after this one.

“Miguel was telling me you agreed to next weekend’s shoot in San Diego.”

I wracked my brains trying to remember the conversation, but that just gave me a headache. I closed my eyes for a moment, pressing my palm to my temple, and focused on clearing my thoughts. After a moment, my headache disappeared. And apparently so did any recollection about what we were talking about.

“What were we talking about?” I asked with a giggle. There were times when I couldn’t help but be dumb. I guess there was a reason why I chose to be a model. All I had to do was look hot and let people tell me what to do.

“You were telling me how excited you are about the photo shoot in San Diego next weekend,” Carlos explained. Miguel is excited you’re able to join him. Isn’t he great to work with?”

Something about what Carlos said didn’t make sense, but I couldn’t spot the problem. Miguel was great to work with and a trip to San Diego for a shoot sounded amazing. I wouldn’t need to take pictures on a fake beach set when there was a real beach right there.

“He’s amazing,” I cooed. “And I can’t wait to go to San Diego.”

“I’m glad to hear it,” Carlos said with a knowing smile. I didn’t get it, but I just liked to see him smiling. It meant I was being good. “And don’t worry about any of the arrangements. As your agent, that’s my job.”

“Oh gosh, that’s super nice of you,” I said. “I don’t know what I would do without you.”

“It’s no problem.”

Carlos was acting humble and brushed off my compliment. Seeing him standing there, looking me over, that lingering smile, to be honest, it made me hot. Knowing I was standing there in a sexy bikini, probably making him hard, was more than enough to turn me on. I had no experience with sex as Dani, but that meant nothing as a wicked thought crept into my mind.

I closed the curtain, giving us some privacy, before dropping to my knees with surprising grace. I looked up into Carlos’ eyes and I could sense he understood what I was doing. But understanding and actively participating were two different things. Carlos merely nodded, giving me permission.

With almost shaking hands, I reached up and opened Carlos’ pants, deftly freeing his growing cock. I looked at it in wonder. Carlos was already bigger than I was as David at my best and he was still getting bigger, his cock stretching out into a gigantic size. I had never known he was packing something so large. Not that I paid a lot of attention to his package before now.

I had been on the receiving end of blow jobs before. I loved them. But I had never given one. This was to be my first. I pushed all but two things out of my mind: my memories of what I had liked and my desire to please Carlos. All that mattered was thanking Carlos for being such a good agent for me.

I started out by licking the underside of his cock from base to head. That right there was enough to get a pleasurable moan out of Carlos and make his cock rise to full mast. I practically shuddered at the taste. I couldn’t remember ever tasting something so good. It was indescribable. All I knew was I wanted more.

I dove onto Carlos’ hard cock with reckless abandon, pushing aside all thoughts and simply let instinct take over. I sucked and slurped as I greedily gave my first blow job, already sure it would not be my last. I simply let my body take over, knowing I was doing the right thing based on the moans coming from Carlos. He liked having his cock in my mouth almost as much as I did.

I eventually found a place where I was able to keep Carlos just on the edge, prolonging his pleasure. I was being selfish though. The longer I kept him on the edge, the longer I would be able to keep his cock in my mouth.

But eventually Carlos decided he needed to cum. He grabbed my by the hair and started to face fuck me. I never would have imagined how much something like that could turn me on. And surprisingly, when he jammed his cock down my throat, I discovered I didn’t have a gag reflex. That certainly made things more fun and entertaining.

Despite the roughness of Carlos’ actions, I could feel his cock twitch in my throat. He was close. I needed to be ready for his seed. Carlos released my hair and I went back to pleasuring his cock with every means at my disposal, using my lips, tongue and hands. I had only one goal in mind.

Carlos was well past the point of no return. His climax was imminent, but that did not stop me from urging him on, pumping his shaft with my hands, swirling my tongue around the head of his cock. And then it happened. He sent forth a surge of hot white cum into my waiting mouth. And then another. I wanted to savor the taste, but it came flowing to fast, already threatening to fill my mouth to overflowing.

“Oh that’s the stuff,” Carlos moaned as his orgasm flowed through him. If I hadn’t been so busy trying to swallow down his delicious cum, I would have smiled at hearing his compliment of me. I had shown him my thanks and I ended up with the best response a girl could ever hope to get.

By the time Carlos was spent, I had two rivulets of cum running down my chin from the edges of my mouth, both of them threatening to spill onto my tits. I took special care to scoop all the stray cum into my mouth, not wanting to waste a single drop while Carlos casually tucked himself away.

“That was the best blow job I’ve ever had,” Carlos said as he helped me to my feet. My pussy was soaking wet, but that didn’t matter. All I could feel was pride in doing such a good job. “If I didn’t have morals and ethics, I would take you home right now for some more fun.”

I couldn’t help but giggle at that. “I can’t,” I answered. “I’ve got a party to go to tonight.”

“Yeah?” Carlos asked, almost surprised. “You going as Dani?”

I nodded my head, looking demure. “A guy I met the other night, who lives in my building, invited me this morning. He was super nice to me.”

“Well have fun,” Carlos said, giving me a little pat on the head. “I’m going to go get your payment from Miguel. You should change into something more appropriate for the drive home.”

“Oh yeah, I forgot,” I said with a giggle, having forgotten I was still wearing a bikini.

As soon as Carlos was gone, I untied all the little knots on my bikini, letting the fabric just fall off of me. I stood there, looking at myself in the mirror, appraising what I saw. There was no doubt about it, I was hot.

It was with some regret that I changed back into the clothes I had arrived in. While I got to take home everything I had modeled, they were all bikinis. I considered putting my panties back on, but I decided against it. They were just so tight and I really wasn’t a fan of the full cut style. If only I had a nice thong to wear.

“Wait, I do,” I practically squealed when I realized I could wear one of my new bikini bottoms for underwear.

I rummaged through the pile of discarded outfits, having just dropped them on a chair when I came in to change. I eventually found the perfect pair. It was a simple bright red tie side pair of bikini bottoms with a thong back. I knew it would come up above the top of my jeans, but that was kind of the point. I wanted people to see it. Otherwise, there would be no reason for it to be a bold red.

Just as they were this morning, my jeans were a tight fit across my ass. As I expected, the tie sides of the bikini bottoms came up above the tops of my pants. And I knew when I sat down I would show off exactly what kind of bikini bottoms they were.

I considered going braless again, but with tits as big as mine, I knew they needed support and my top didn’t cut it anymore. I couldn’t help but wonder if my tits had grown even more since this morning. They didn’t feel any heavier, but I was definitely more aware of them. I ended up finding the matching top for the bikini and throwing my t-shirt on top of that.

I checked myself out in the mirror one more time. My makeup looked perfect, as did my hair. And my tits definitely looked bigger. My top strained to contain them, even with the help of the bikini. But surprisingly, you could barely see any red with the deep scoop neck of my top. It was only where the straps tied off behind my neck that were visible.

“You look like a slut,” I told my reflection. And it was true. I did look like a slut with how my tits and midriff were on display, not to mention how I was basically showing off my underwear. But the surprising thing was that being called a slut didn’t bother me. In fact, I saw it as a compliment. It was something to take pride in.

There was no doubt that I had entered the rank and file of the slutdom. I had just blown my agent for calling me a good girl. Even thinking back to that moment made me shudder with pleasure. No matter how I looked at it, I really couldn’t come up with a reason why being a slut could be bad. Sure, some people might look down on me. But how did their opinion matter? Carlos didn’t seem to mind and I already knew I would be sucking his cock again. I might even let him fuck me eventually. I could only imagine how good his big cock would feel inside of me, either my pussy or my ass. I wasn’t discerning in the matter.

My thoughts were shaken away from the idea of Carlos bending me over and fucking me from behind by a knock on the wall next tot he curtain. “Dani, you decent?” came Carlos’ voice.

Rather than answer I threw open the curtain to see both Carlos and Miguel standing there. Carlos had a big envelope of cash for me.

“I can’t wait for San Diego,” Miguel said. “We’re all going to have so much fun.”

“I can’t wait either,” I enthused. The trip sounded amazing, even if I still couldn’t remember actually agreeing to it, but I was sure I just forgot. I understood that Dani wasn’t exactly the brightest girl in the world. When I was her, I forgot stuff. David was the smart one.

“I’m excited,” Carlos said, his knowing smile back on his face. “We’ll see you Thursday. I’ll send you the details.”

“Oh goody,” I squealed before giving both Carlos and Miguel big hugs. “I’ll see you later, I added as I turned to leave, the little bag acting as my purse in one hand and the big bag full of shoes and bikinis in the other. However, as much as I was looking forward to the trip to San Diego, I was looking forward to something else much, much more. All I cared about at that moment was Robert’s party.

Chapter Four

I arrived home with plenty of time to spare, but that meant very little to me. I still worried I wouldn’t find the time to pick out an outfit.

First off, there was no way I was going to a party dressed as I was. Sure I looked slutty and hot, but there was no way I was going to be caught dead at a party wearing jeans. I shuddered in disgust at the thought of it.

Luckily, Thursday night’s modeling gig had left me with an abundance of party dresses. I just needed to find the right one for the occasion. But it was more than just picking out a dress I liked. My options were limited, because of the makeup I was wearing. I hadn’t changed it since the last time the stylist at Miguel’s studio had touched it up.

I remembered wanting to stop and buy some cosmetics on my way home, but I completely spaced it and forgot. Remembering stuff like that, when I don’t write it down first, is almost impossible. At least that’s true when I was Dani. But I could still work with what I was already wearing. And the fact it was model level makeup wouldn’t hurt things.

I pulled all of the party dresses out of my closet and laid them out on my bed. The only way I could be sure something would work or not was to try it on and see for myself. The idea of my own little fashion show popped into my mind and it was cute enough that I decided to roll with it. I turned on some fun music that I could dance to and got started.

It would have been nice to model the dresses for someone other than myself. I tried to imagine what Robert would like, but I really didn’t know him well enough to make that guess. All I knew was that he liked my tits from the way he kept staring at my cleavage. Unfortunately, that didn’t exactly help me narrow anything down. Only a couple of the dressed weren’t designed to show off a nice set of tits like mine.

After trying on several pink dresses, I couldn’t get past the fact that it was just too much pink. My makeup tones were pink heavy, and while I loved my makeup, I didn’t exactly want to look like that was the only color I cared about. Other colors were nice too and variety was key. So pink was out.

At various times I got lost in the music as I danced away in front of the mirror, sometimes wearing a dress and sometimes when I had nothing on but a pair of heels. It was hard to get past just how sexy I felt. If I didn’t have a night planned at Robert’s party, I knew I would be in search of a way to try out my pussy. While a guy would be nice, I would have been happy with anything reasonably cock shaped.

It was well past the start of the party when I had finally made my decision. I had narrowed the choice down to two dresses, one black, fitting in the little black dress category, and the other blue. The black one was stretchy and short, with a plunging cowl neckline. It was sexy and the chances of my tits falling out of it was pretty high. The blue one had blue sequins, making it shiny and sparkly. The skirt was more flippy, making it likely I would be showing off my bare ass at some point during the party, but I didn’t mind that. I was also easier access for when I got fucked later.

The idea of someone fucking me was relatively new. The idea that I was pretty sure this was the last night of Dani’s virginity should have bothered me, at least from David’s perspective, but it didn’t. It seemed that the longer I spent time as Dani, the more I thought like a girl would. On top of that, I had already sucked Carlos’ cock. Getting fucked just seemed like the natural next step. And strangely, there was no part of me that was bothered by that.

It was a hard decision to choose between the two dresses. They were both so sexy. Worse, I found myself hating having to choose. Even such a simple choice made me want to just give up and let someone else do it.

“Tell me what to wear,” I called out to no one as I stood there in the nude, holding both dresses up next to me in the mirror. They both looked so pretty.

I closed my eyes and imagined what I would look like in each dress, dancing away with Robert, his hands holding my hips, guiding my grinding against him. His hands would occasionally stray upwards and get a good feel of my tits, squeezing them, pinching a nipple. Just the vision in my head was enough to almost make it real. A tingle of pleasure ran down my spine to my dripping pussy.

Setting the dresses down, I began to explore my pussy, feeling its wetness. The tingling only grew, turning into full on arousal. I was horny and I wasn’t exactly sure what to do. My finger brushed across my clit and my eyes went wide in surprise of the sensations that flooded through me. It felt good. It felt really good. It was the kind of feeling that could consume my being. How did girls not just masturbate all the time when it felt this good?

“Stop it,” I said as I pulled my hand away from my pussy. I didn’t have time to get lost playing with myself. Robert’s party had already started and I needed to get myself ready for it. However, I couldn’t stop myself from bringing my fingers up to my mouth and suck my own juices off of them. As a guy I had never liked the idea of licking pussy, but if other girls tasted as good as me, I would definitely have to change my mind.

Once my hand was clean, I set about trying to make my decision. In the end, I chose the blue dress, for the only reason that it would give Robert easy access when he fucked my brains out. And the more I thought about it, with my high arousal, that was my goal for the night. I wanted Robert to fuck my brains out.

It wasn’t long before I was dressed and ready to go. I paired my dress with silver glitter covered platform stiletto heels. They added a good six inches to my height, making it perfect if Robert ever decided to bend me over and just fuck me. I wasn’t wearing panties, because there was no point. They would only get in the way of my real mission.

I stopped on my way out the door to take one more pill. I didn’t know how long my current dose was going to last and I didn’t want to risk what would happen if I was discovered. I figured it was just better to be safe, than sorry. What would Robert think if I passed out and transformed back into David in the middle of him fucking me? It was a question I did not want to learn the answer to.

I definitely had a nice sway to my hips as I walked down the hall toward the elevator. Just the thought of all the naughty fun I wanted to get into was enough to add a little extra sexiness into how I carried myself. For a Saturday night, with mostly college students living in the building, the hallway was especially quiet. I couldn’t even hear the party going on upstairs. Although, thankfully, the building had pretty thick walls.

Before I knew it, I was standing outside Robert’s apartment. I could hear music through the door. The heavy base beat was enough to already make my hips move to match it. I couldn’t wait to get my groove on, dancing with the man I was going to give myself to, at least for the night. I would deal with the fallout, whatever happened, tomorrow. And if I changed back before morning, I might not ever need to.

I knocked on the door, careful not to hurt my nails. The stylists at the shoot had made them look so nice, I would have hated to have their hard work go to waste. I stood there for a moment waiting, not sure if I needed to knock harder. The music was loud and my first attempt might not have been heard.

However, just as I was about to try again, the door opened. I stood there, almost stunned, as Robert greeted me at the door. His eyes traveled up and down, looking at my body with ravenous intent. I couldn’t help but smile. I was having the exact effect I wanted on him. I wanted him to want me. Clearly I was doing a good job.

“Dani,” Robert started. He looked confused, almost like he didn’t expect me to be there. Then again, I was a little late. “I’m so glad you could make it. Come in, let me show you around and introduce you to some folks.”

I giggled as Robert held the door open for me. “Sorry I’m a little late, but I just couldn’t decide what to wear.”

“Well you look great,” Robert complimented me.

I giggled in return, using my actions to show my appreciation.

Robert went around the room introducing me to people. A few people were up dancing in the center of the living room. Others were sitting and talking on the couch. A few more people were in the kitchen, hanging out around the drinks. All eyes seemed to follow me wherever I went. Not that I minded. The men’s stares were ones of desire, the other girls’ looks were ones of disgust. If only they could be as hot as me.

After making the rounds, greeting everyone with a big smile on my face, Robert turned to me, “Would you like a drink? We’re all pretty buzzed at this point.”

“I guess I have some catching up to do,” I replied with a wink. This was going to be so much fun.

I started with a straight up shot of vodka. It seemed like the way to get things rolling and try to catch up. After tossing my head back, swallowing down the burning liquid, Robert’s eyes grew wide as he watched me.

“I said I have some catching up to do,” as I poured myself another shot. It usually took me several drinks before I was feeling it, so I knew it would take some time to work up to Robert’s level of inebriation.

After tossing back my second shot, I poured some wine into a plastic cup to carry around the party with me. Robert grabbed himself a beer before he ushered me back out to the living room.

“Wanna dance?” I asked him over the loud music. Without even letting him reply, I took his hand and pulled him toward an open space in the room.

It turned out Robert wasn’t the best dancer around. But the fact was, I didn’t care. He tried to move his body to the music, but that was more than enough. I danced around him, grinding my ass against him, doing everything I could to turn him on. This was merely the foreplay for the thorough fucking I was expecting later.

By the time I finished my cup of wine, some two buck chuck someone had brought, I was feeling pretty good. My head felt light as a feather and my pussy was screaming at me for attention. My eyes struggled to focus and my dance moves became more fluid and daring.

“Holy shit,” I suddenly said. “I’m drunk.” I giggled. For some reason, my being drunk was funny. It certainly fit the evening. My plan had been to get Robert to fuck me. I was sure that would be easier if I was drunk. He might even like that, although I didn’t think Robert was sleazy like that. He was an outstanding guy who didn’t need to get girls drunk to sleep with them. He just needed to be himself and girls like me would happily throw themselves at him.

“That’s what two shots of ninety proof vodka and a big glass of wine will do to a girl,” Robert said, laughing.

I staggered and fell into him. Robert caught me with ease. I could tell he and his friends were a bit on the nerdy side, but I could also tell that Robert worked out. He was strong with well defined muscles hiding out underneath his shirt. That just made me want him all the more.

“Hi,” I said stupidly, looking up into his eyes. They were the perfect shade of green. Looking up into his face as he supported my body with his strong arms, my pussy couldn’t help but get even wetter. I could feel a drop of moisture sliding down my inner thigh. I desperately wanted to feel Robert inside of me.

Robert helped me back to my feet, but I was growing more and more aroused, just being near him. I knew it was time.

“Hey, how about you and me go some place a little quieter,” I said, immediately regretting my forwardness. My attempts at seduction would have been much better if I weren’t drunk. It was already hard enough to think without the tipsiness from the alcohol.

“Really?” Robert said, a look of surprise on his face. He seemed genuinely shocked that I was coming on to him.

“Come on, Baby,” I urged him. “Where can we go?”

Robert didn’t answer. He simply pulled me down the hall, leaving me tripping over myself trying to keep up. It wasn’t easy moving so fast in my high heels. I had early on discovered the trick to moving in them was not to force anything. Let the shoes shorten my stride, let my hips sway back and forth. It looked sexy and that was what was important.

Before I knew it we were in Robert’s bedroom. It looked much like any college student’s room. Books were piled on the desk, posters of scantily clad women adorned the walls, several empty beer cans were scattered about the room. To be honest, this could have been my room, although I had never found the attraction to putting nearly naked women on my walls. Although now I couldn’t see a problem with it. It was just boys being boys.

Robert turned to me and asked, “Are you playing a joke on me?”

“Why would you say something like that?” I asked with a pout, but acting innocent. “Did I do something wrong?”

Robert ran his hand through his hair. He was sexy when he did that, but I bet he didn’t realize that. However, I could tell something was bothering him.

“Yes, I mean no, I mean, I don’t know. Look, you’re nice and you’re really hot, especially in that dress, but this kind of thing doesn’t happen to me. I’m not a cool guy. I don’t score with hot models like you. I just can’t believe this is real.”

“Shh,” I said, putting my finger over Robert’s mouth. I gently pushed him back toward his bed, guiding him down until he was lying back. I still had no doubt he thought this was some kind of trick, but I was determined to show him my sincerity. I was looking forward to all the fun we were going to have.

Robert could only gape when I started to take off his pants. He kept glancing up at the door, expecting someone to open it and take a picture. However, the only sign that anyone else was in the apartment was the loud music coming from the living room.

“It’s okay, Baby,” I said, trying to urge him on. “I’ve wanted this since you helped me the other night.”

“You have?”

I didn’t get the chance to answer because just after Robert asked me his question, his cock sprang into view.

“Ooh, I didn’t know you were this big,” I cooed over his cock. It was long and thick and already quite hard. I couldn’t wait to feel it inside of me. But there was work to do first. I needed Robert to take charge and fuck me like I was sure he was capable of.

I gave his cock a big lick, enjoying his taste, which was even better than Carlos’ cock. Robert growled at me, wanting more. I knew he was getting close to being the man I needed him to be. I just needed to keep pushing him, prodding him, and licking his cock.

I slowly sucked the head of Robert’s cock past my lips, swirling my tongue around it, enjoying the taste of his pre-cum. I was very careful not to go too far. I wasn’t in this for the blow job. I wanted him to fuck me. I wanted him to fuck me so hard I couldn’t think straight for a week. By the end of the night, I wanted to be a brainless cock toy.

Robert grabbed my head and forced me farther down onto his cock. I willingly went down on him, opening my throat to take him all the way in. My lack of gag reflex surprised him, giving me the opportunity to act.

I pulled off of Robert, making sure my lips made a popping sound when they left his cock. Our eyes met. There was almost a bit of anger in his eyes. I had stopped. I had ended his pleasure. If only he knew what I really wanted.

I climbed up on the bed, running my hands over his body, pushing his shirt up to reveal ripped abs. The normally shy Robert was a hunk. I just had to leech out his shyness, leaving behind a strong dominant man. Robert picked up on what I was doing, pulling his shirt off his lean muscled body.

As he did that, I positioned myself for him. I sat there on all fours, my dress flipped over my ass, exposing myself to him. I was a bitch in heat and I wanted to be fucked like it.

“You naughty girl,” Robert said as my desires slowly dawned on him. “Did you come to my party to get fucked?”

I bit down on my lower lip and nodded.

“So all this time you were grinding up against me and the only things between me and your hot little pussy was your flimsy dress?”

Again I nodded my head, doing my best to appear innocent. Admittedly, it wasn’t easy since I was dressed like a slut, but that didn’t really matter. In the moment, Robert had become the dominant one and I the submissive one. And I could already tell he was going to fuck me.

“You naughty girl,” Robert said as he brought the palm of his hand down hard on my bare ass.

I yelped in pain before I let out a moan of pleasure. I had never been spanked before, at least not sexually, but I couldn’t help but get even wetter. My arousal was so high, I could barely play the part of innocent girl anymore. I could barely think beyond my desire to feel his cock filling my channel.

The bed shifted behind me as Robert approached me on his knees, his cock stand at full mast, ready for me. He took me by the hips and guided me, positioning me for the carnal act.

“Please fuck me,” I begged. “Please just fuck my brains out.”

Robert could only laugh at my desperation. Rather than give me what I wanted, however, he decided to be cruel and tease me. He slid his cock along the length of my pussy lips, spreading my juices over his hard shaft. The moment his cock hit my clit, my eyes lit up, overloaded with pleasure. He had me panting without ever have entered me.

“My how the mighty have fallen,” Robert said, lording his power over me. He had the only thing in the world I wanted in that moment and it was his decision whether I would get it or not. “The hot little number who teased me the other night and again this morning. There’s nothing you wouldn’t do to get my cock inside you, is there?”

“No,” I moaned as I continued to lose control. If Robert didn’t fuck me soon, I was certain to go mad from lust. There was no way I could be help responsible for my actions, whatever happened.

“No, Sir,” Robert corrected me.

“No, Sir,” I repeated, not fully aware of what I was saying.

“Good girl,” Robert said.

I would have shuddered at his words if it weren’t for the fact I was distracted by his cock pushing past my pussy lips.

“Oh fuck yes,” I cried out as Robert slowly pushed into me. The feeling was indescribable. It was just pure pleasure.

“You like this, don’t you?” Robert prompted me.

“Oh fuck yes,” I answered.

Robert pulled out quickly, leaving me feeling surprisingly empty. “Yes, Sir,” he said as he slapped my ass again.

“Yes, Sir,” I repeated.

“Remember that,” he said before he started again, pushing himself back inside of me.

“You like this, don’t you?” he prompted again.

“Yes, Sir,” I cried back, struggling to be the good girl that he wanted me to be.

Robert bottomed out inside of me, sliding his entire cock into my dripping wet pussy. I never imagined sex would feel this way. It was fucking amazing.

After several moments of him sitting there, buried to the hilt inside of me, Robert started thrusting in and out, building a steady rhythm. My eyes rolled up into the back of my head. The pleasure was immense. I had no idea how I would last. All the sensations adding up were overwhelming. I questioned whether I could keep my sanity, let alone remain conscious.

“You have such a tight pussy,” Robert commented, grunting between thrusts.

“Yes, Sir,” I replied, almost acting on autopilot.

“Oh fuck, I’m getting close,” Robert said. I could tell he was right. His rhythm was growing erratic and I could feel his cock twitch inside of me. It wouldn’t be long now.

“Good,” I cried out. “Cum in my pussy. I want you to cum in my pussy.”

“Are you sure?” Robert asked.

“Yes, Sir. Come in my pussy. Come in my fucking pussy.”

That was all the encouragement he needed. Robert buried himself deep inside me. I milked his cock for all it was worth. I needed to feel him cum in me. It was all that mattered in that moment.

And then it came. Robert unloaded surge after surge of his seed deep into my pussy. His climax triggered my own. My vision went white as I came. I lost all sense of time and space. All that I knew was the pleasure emanating from Robert’s cock.

My brains were almost completely gone. I couldn’t move, I couldn’t see, I couldn’t feel anything but the pleasure. I couldn’t think except for one thought. How could I ever go back to being David again?

Chapter Five

It was almost noon when I woke up. I could vaguely remember staggering back to my apartment around three in the morning. It turned out Robert had quite the stamina. And to be honest, so did I. We could have kept going, but Robert had finally passed out. Although his cock was still hard. I considered riding him for one more orgasm, but that was a little weird. And I still wasn’t sure when I might change back to David.

I laid there in bed, stretching out the kinks in my body, enjoying the feeling of being sexually sated. Or at least I was the most sexually sated I had ever been. If I had woken up next to Robert, I would have happily gone for another round or two, but unfortunately, the space beside me was empty.

I eventually climbed out of bed and set about to start my day. It wasn’t until I was sitting in the kitchen, sipping on a cup of coffee and munching on a granola bar in the nude, that I realized I hadn’t changed back yet. I was still Dani.

There was a small part of me that was concerned about this. It had been over twenty-four hours since I swallowed those two pills. I’d had two more since then, or at least that’s what I remembered. I figured it was possible I could have miscounted and had more. My brain really struggled to keep track of those kinds of details.

I tried to plan out my day. I had planned to spend my Sunday studying more. I had midterms this week. But David was the college student. Dani got by in life on her looks. School wasn’t important. And I had a big envelope full of cash burning a whole in the bag I was using as a purse. Clearly, the most important thing I could do was go shopping.

It took me an hour to get ready. First I had to get myself cleaned up. While the over sexed look was hot, I just couldn’t go out looking like I was up all night fucking, which wasn’t that far from the truth. After a nice hot shower, which gave me the opportunity to explore my pussy a little more and experience an orgasm at my hands for the first time, I had to pick out what to wear.

The club dresses and the bikinis wouldn’t work as outerwear. Although I had already selected a bikini that would work well as underwear. The bottoms were cut small. No matter what I wore over them, they wouldn’t be seen. The top did a great job of lifting my tits, making them appear even bigger and providing a great line of cleavage.

When I finally left my apartment, I was wearing a jean skirt and a red cropped tank top. I didn’t care that the halter style bikini top showed. It just looked like I was headed for a day at the beach.

The sun was warm on my face as I made my way across the parking lot, wearing a pair of white heels with about a four inch heel. They were high, but not nearly as high as the heels I had worn last night. It was nice that I actually had the chance to enjoy the sun for once, even if I was going to spend the day shopping. I had spent all day Saturday inside under hot lights that were a poor substitute for the real thing, so it was a relief to see the sun and get a Vitamin D boost.

My first stop at the mall was a cosmetics boutique. I could not stand to leave my apartment anymore without the right makeup and without styling my hair. However, I simply didn’t have anything to use, since David didn’t need those things. Luckily after several sessions with the stylists in the last few days, I had a pretty good idea of what I needed. I made sure to ask lots of questions as they did their work. That meant I wasn’t lost when collecting everything I needed.

With my cosmetics taken care of, my next stop was to find a purse I could use. I was tired of using a paper bag. I made it work, but I needed something that I could take someplace fancy. When I saw all of the choices at the first store I entered, I realized I didn’t want just one purse, but several. It was important to have a purse that matched my outfit. With varying outfits, that meant owning more than one purse.

There were so many possibilities. However, as I started imagining how each purse would go with different outfits in my head, I began to realize it was more important to actually buy the outfits first. If I bought all the purses and bags I wanted, I wouldn’t have enough money left over to actually buy any clothes.

I eventually picked out a relatively small purse that I thought would go with most things. It wasn’t particularly trendy, but it would hold what I needed it to. By the time I left the store, I had already transferred everything from the bag I came in with to my new purse. It was a relief to finally have something that didn’t make me cringe.

My next stop was a lingerie shop. I wasn’t particularly interested in stockings or bedroom wear. At least not yet. My needs were more pressing. I couldn’t keep wearing the bikinis I got from yesterday’s shoot as underwear. I mean, I could, but it left me with rather limited options.

By the time I left the mall, I was laden with bags full of lingerie and clothes. I had to get sized for my new bras and I was surprised at how big I had to go. They didn’t carry too many in my size. Then again, I could easily be described as tits on a stick. They had bras for full figured women, but not as many for someone with my proportions.

The clothes shopping had been more fun. I quickly lost myself in trying on all the different possible outfits. They ranged from casual to formal, although slutty might be a common descriptor for all of them. I think every two piece combination showed off a great deal of my chest and midriff. And most of the stuff was tight. I was going to great lengths to show off my body. But I figured if I have it, I might as well flaunt it.

The outfit I had chosen to go home in was a cropped salmon colored halter top and a pair of shorts that stopped right at the bottom of my ass. With the halter top, I didn’t bother with a bra, but I was wearing one of my brand new thongs. It was made from yellow lace.

Somehow I was able to survive my trip to the mall without buying too many pairs of shoes. However, I couldn’t resist adding a couple pairs to my collection. I was particularly fond of the white sandaled wedge heels I was wearing as I left the mall. The cork wedges made them more comfortable to walk in, despite the heel height near six inches.

Driving home, I felt the best that I could ever remember. I had no worries. I was just having fun. I was singing along to some song that I didn’t remember the name of when I caught sight of a tattoo and piercing parlor. I had never been that interested in a tattoo, because it was so hard to pick out a picture that I wanted forever, but I had nothing against piercings. The fact I didn’t even have pierced ears kind of bothered me. I felt different from all the other girls out there.

I pulled over, nearly causing an accident when I stopped. Someone blared their horn, like it was my fault, but they didn’t understand how badly I desired to get my ears and belly-button pierced. When I jumped out of my car, I was just excited to see the place was open.

“Hey, what can I do for you?” the man behind the counter asked when I walked through the door. He was the kind of guy I expected to be working in a place like this. He had tattoos covering both arms and probably his whole torso, because they came up and covered most of his neck too. His face, while free of tattoos, was heavily pierced. His face looked like it could have been made out of metal. But most noticeable was the man’s ears. They were stretched out so far that they almost brushed his shoulders.

“Um, I just saw this place and I was wondering about getting some piercing work done,” I said, feeling hesitant. I had no idea how a piercing would affect the transformation process or even if I would get to keep them the next time I took Bimbacic.

“Sure thing. My name’s Curtis and I can help you with whatever you’re looking for. Do you know what kind of work you want done?”

“Well, um, see,” I started, “I was thinking about getting my ears and belly-button done.”

“I can do that easily enough.”

“Good, but I was also thinking about getting my tongue pierced. I’ve heard guys like it.”

Curtis smiled at that. “That we do. I’m not sure exactly what it is about tongue piercings, but they do feel good.”

“Is there any reason, you know, not to get one?” I asked, still feeling unsure of myself.

“Well you won’t be able to give head for a while. You have to let the piercing heal. But when that’s over, you’re good to go. Actually, the tongue is one of the quickest piercings to heal. So really, there’s not a lot of downside.”

“I do like sucking cock,” I said quietly to myself, but loud enough for Curtis to hear.

“Look, if you’re game, I can probably give you a deal.”

That piqued my interest. “What kind of deal?” I asked, playing dumb. Even I could see where this was going. And while Curtis was a complete stranger to me, so was Robert in a way. And there was no doubt that I was a slut, so I wasn’t concerned about my reputation. And the fact was, after a day of shopping, I was feeling a bit horny. At the very least, I could stand to suck Curtis off. I’d even let him fuck me.

“It all depends on how much of a deal you want,” Curtis explained. “How about we step into the back and we can discuss things?”

“Okay,” I said happily. I was already imagining all the different ways he could fuck me.

When I walked back to my car I couldn’t believe I had gotten three different piercings for free. I only had to pay for the jewelry. All it took was for me to suck Curtis’ cock and then let him eat me out. I didn’t realize guys were in to that, but I could see how a tongue piercing could pay off. Curtis had his pierced three times. I came so hard.

I wasn’t happy that Curtis wouldn’t let me buy the fancy jewelry for my new piercings. He said I couldn’t until they healed. That left me with studs in my ears, and barbells in my tongue and belly-button. But at least those were better than nothing. Curtis did tell me he would give me some free dermal piercings if I came back and sucked him off again when my tongue healed. That didn’t sound like a bad idea, but that would require me remembering. It would also require my piercings to remain when I transformed again.

When I got home, I was in a bit of a melancholy mood. While I had fun putting away all my new clothes and cosmetics, I knew I couldn’t stay Dani forever. I would need to transform back into David eventually. I mean, he had school. And it wasn’t like I was smart enough to go to his classes, take his tests, and have any hope of earning a passing grade.

I spent the whole evening expecting to transform at any moment. But at no point did my vision go blurry, which was always the first sign that I was about to change. I tried to distract myself by binge watching reality TV, but the looming transformation kept me from really enjoying it.

With every passing minute, I kept wondering if I was stuck like this forever. I didn’t exactly mind, but spending the rest of my life as Dani was complicated. As far as everyone else was concerned, I was a guy. How could I prove that I was now a girl? It just seemed like a lot of work.

Eventually it was time for bed. I was tired enough my worries couldn’t keep me up any longer. I debated what I should do about my new piercings. I was afraid they might close up if I took out the jewelry, but I didn’t want to transform back into David with them in. In the end, I reluctantly removed them. I had only had the for a couple hours, but they had definitely been worth it, even if my tongue had swollen up enough where it was hard to talk and what I could say came out with a lisp.

As I laid there in bed, completely naked under the sheets, sleep just about to take me for the night, I couldn’t help but smile. Life as Dani was a lot of fun. But I was afraid of what I would become if I became her permanently. All my old hopes and dreams would be gone forever.

Chapter Six

I woke up with a grown. The light was just starting to peak through my window. I stretched my arms and legs out, trying to work out the kinks in my muscles. My morning wood rubbed enticingly against the sheets.

My eyes snapped open. I had to pull the covers off me and look to be sure. I was David again.

“Yes,” I cried out as I jumped out of bed. My Saturday photo shoot had turned into a weekend bender of sorts, but now that it was Monday, I was back to my old self.

I rushed to the bathroom and jumped in the shower, excited to start the day. After two days as Dani, I was just happy to be me again. I rushed through my morning routine, ignoring all the cosmetics I had purchased yesterday. As far as I was concerned, they could sit there until I moved out. I wasn’t jumping to take anymore Bimbacic anytime soon.

Monday was always the hardest day of my class schedule. To arrange to have Friday’s off, I needed to load up other days. All four of my classes met on Mondays with three during the day and one at night. Usually by the end of Monday, I was drained of all energy. But for the first time, I wasn’t worried about that.

I ended up getting on campus early, so I decided to do a little studying in the library first. I still felt the need to make up for the lost time from spending the weekend as Dani. As I walked through the library toward my favorite study spot, I couldn’t help but notice Robert working behind the circulation desk. I couldn’t help but smirk at the thought that we’d had several bouts of vigorous sex less than thirty-six hours earlier. Not that he would know that now and I wasn’t about to tell him. Admittedly, I didn’t get much studying done as my mind kept drifting back to Saturday night.

Classes ended up being a big drag. I struggled to stay focused during the lectures. I maybe only got half of what my professors said. And half of that didn’t make any sense. As Dani, I found I hadn’t been as smart, but I figured that was just part of her being a hot girl. But I was beginning to wonder if it was the Bimbacic making me dumber. I wasn’t an idiot, at least not yet, but I certainly felt like one at times, especially when I was surrounded by smart people, a group I used to include myself in.

By Monday evening, I was growing concerned about my inability to focus to the point I was considering skipping my evening class. The fact I missed the last class, made a second absence even more severe. My midterm was scheduled in two days. I needed to go to class, but something kept pulling me away.

I think it started when I saw Robert in the library. Ever since that moment, my mind kept wandering back to the Bimbacic sitting at home more and more frequently. I was beginning to wonder if I was addicted. The color seemed to have drained from the world, but I was convinced that color would return if I swallowed another one of those little pink pills.

The problem was I usually went home for dinner before my night class. I feared what I might do while I was home. The desire to just relax and spend some time as Dani was almost consuming me. She was sexy and fun and sure to find someone to fuck her. After putting up with three incredibly boring classes, there was a part of me that was begging for me to go home, swallow one of those pills and just relax and enjoy myself.

And I really wanted to do that. That was my problem. I would have loved to go turn into Dani, and go out clubbing or something. But I needed to be strong. I couldn’t just turn to Dani whenever I had a rough day, especially when my rough day was likely caused by a whole weekend as Dani.

I ate at the dining hall. I hadn’t eaten at the campus dining hall since my freshman year. The food was terrible. But I was willing to put up with shitty food if it meant staying away from temptation for a little bit longer. I wasn’t about to let my desire to be Dani interfere with school. I was too close to earning my degree to throw it all away.

Sitting through my night class, however, was a nightmare. It was long and boring. At least that was how it felt as I sat through it. I had missed the last class meeting, but I thought I had made up for it. Instead I sat there, my eyes glossing over, as I was faced with a subject that no longer made sense to me. It had always been my hardest class, but it was one I enjoyed. I couldn’t help thinking it was a complete waste of time.

At a certain point, less than half way through class, I gave up on paying attention. I had something far more important to deal with first. With each passing moment it became more and more clear that I was addicted to the Bimbacic. More than anything I wanted to swallow just one more pill. Just one more hit would make everything better. I kept telling myself that I could quit after that.

I sat there with my head in my hands, fighting off my cravings. My legs bounced as I tried to remain composed. I needed to figure out a way to make it through this. I didn’t need another pill. Dani couldn’t help me. I needed to remember that. She was just some dumb bimbo. She survival depended on using her body and my own weaknesses. I wasn’t going to give in. I needed to be strong.

“Are you all right, David?” a voice asked. I looked up to see my professor standing in front of me with a concerned look on his face. I glanced around the room. We were alone. Class had finished.

“I’m sorry,” I said through gritted teeth. I felt like I was going crazy. I wanted to scream out for all the tension inside me. “It’s been a rough day.”

“Well, if you need anything,” he said, “don’t hesitate to ask. My door it always open.”

“Thanks,” I said before he left. I assumed he was going to his office. That’s usually where he went after class.

I let out a sigh of relief once I was alone. Half of my problem was just trying to hide my torment from everyone. Now that I was alone, I could let it all out. Tears came to my eyes. They rolled down my cheeks, dropping onto the empty page of my notebook where I had been trying to take notes. I was falling apart, torn between the person I had always been and the person who I had discovered over the weekend.

I don’t know how long I sat there. I didn’t bother looking at the clock when I finally got up to leave. But the time didn’t matter. In my despair I had found a new determination not to give into my desires to be Dani again. I knew I could make it through.

However, keeping my determination required one significant sacrifice. I couldn’t go home. I couldn’t risk giving myself access to the Bimbacic again. I couldn’t trust myself. That much was clear.

I considered asking a friend to crash with them, but I wasn’t confident that I could explain my reasons when asked. Question into my reasonings would no doubt arise. But as much as I needed help, I also felt the need to do this for myself, to go it alone.

I checked into a motel. It was a seedy place, but it was cheap. I needed someplace where I could dry out and it was close enough to campus where I could still go to class. Basically, it was a place I could call home until I felt capable of returning to my apartment without giving in to whatever it was inside me that wanted to be Dani.

The moment I walked into my room, I began to question myself. The bed was coin operated, the television screen had a crack in it, and the room reeked of cigarette smoke. This was not how I wanted to spend my night, but after Dani’s shopping spree yesterday, I wasn’t sure I really had a choice. This was the only place I felt comfortable drying out.

Resigning myself to my fate I tried to make the best of the situation. However, when it came time for bed, sleep was not forthcoming. I tossed and turned, unable to remain still. My thoughts turned toward my night spent with Robert. I knew such a night could happen again. All I needed to do was go home and swallow just one of those little pink pills.

“Stop it,” I said, berating myself for my weakness. However, no matter how much I tried, I couldn’t stop myself from remembering my memories from my time as Dani.

At some point I did fall asleep, although I didn’t know when, I was sure it was late. Despite my intentions of going to class on Tuesday, I slept through the whole morning, not waking up until just after noon. It was the sounds of giggling wafting through the open window that woke me. I opened my bloodshot eyes, regretting leaving the window open over night, even though there was no way I could have slept in that room otherwise, with the overwhelming smell of stale cigarette smoke.

“I can’t find my car keys,” came one of the giggling voices through the window. Her high pitched voice reminded me of Dani. I shut my eyes again, trying to ignore the voices from outside.

“O-M-G,” the other voice said. “You are such a bimbo.” It was an insult. Women were not supposed to want to be bimbos. But yet, the insult was said with a certain amount of affection, as if being a bimbo was desirable.

“I know, right?” the first voice said. “All I’m good for is looking hot and getting fucked.”

Both girls broke out in a fit of giggles.

My eyes snapped open. That first woman could easily have been Dani. I could remember having similar thoughts. Dani knew she wasn’t smart, but she knew she had a great body and a libido that just kept going and going. That described a bimbo exactly. I couldn’t let Dani win. I had to beat this thing.

While I had few classes to attend on Tuesday, none of them went any better. If I wasn’t zoned out, completely lost, I was rocking back and forth, my head in my hands, trying to keep my mind off what Dani would have been doing right then. I desperately wanted to run home and swallow down all my remaining Bimbacic, to just give in and be Dani, but I knew I couldn’t let that happen. I had to fight my urges.

The hardest part about it all was how I kept seeing Robert on campus. Each sighting reminded me of who I could be. He had no idea who I was. He only knew Dani. But I knew him. I could sense his presence whenever he was near. He was the first man I ever fucked. The thought of that might have scared me at sometime, but it didn’t now. It felt natural.

It wasn’t like I loved Robert. I had no actual feelings for the man. But I knew how he made me feel during sex. That night we spent together was phenomenal. It was unlike anything I ever could have imagined. More than anything, I wanted to feel that again. However, I knew as long as I remained David, I never would.

When I got back to my hotel room that night, I couldn’t help but notice the bags under my eyes as I looked at myself in the mirror. The combination of the stress and my lack of sleep made me look like I was going through hell. And to be honest, if this wasn’t hell, I didn’t want to know what was.

I knew I should have been studying for my midterms that started tomorrow, but I couldn’t bring myself to even crack open one of my books. Instead I popped a coin into the vibrating bed. I laid back and stared up at the ceiling, hoping the shaking bed would help take my mind off the fact all I wanted to do was swallow down even just one of those little pink pills.

My muscles slowly began to relax. I had no idea how much tension I had been carrying around all day. My limbs felt heavy as I sank deeper into the bed. I couldn’t move. I didn’t want to move. At that moment, as much as I wanted to let Dani out, my body was not capable of getting up. There was no way I could retrieve my stash of Bimbacic.

At some point I fell asleep. I knew I was exhausted, but I never imagined I would sleep for fourteen hours straight. I woke up still lying on my back, fully clothed. Sun light was streaming in through the gap in the curtains.

“Where am I?” I asked groggily. I was seriously confused. The past two days felt like a blur. I tried in vain to rub the sleep from my eyes as I sat up. Nothing was making much sense at the moment.

Eventually I pulled out my phone. There wasn’t much battery life left, but it had the basic information I needed. It was ten in the morning on Wednesday. Those facts clicked into place and I knew I was screwed. I was already late for class. I could only hope my professor would be kind and let me have extra time on my midterm for the time I missed.

I didn’t even bother to grab my backpack. I just dashed out the door and drove to campus as fast as I could. It wasn’t long before I was pulling into a parking spot on campus. Just as I was about to hop out, I remembered I needed something to write with. I fished around in the glove compartment until I found an old pencil. It wasn’t much, but I needed something.

I was still panting from the run across campus when I reached my classroom. All the other students’ heads were bowed as they sat hunched over their exams.

“You’re late,” the professor said as I approached his desk.

“I’m sorry, sir,” I said. “It’s a long story to explain why I’m late.”

“Don’t worry about it,” he said in a tone that I read as, “I don’t want to listen to your excuses.”

“Thank you, sir,” I said as he handed me the exam.

“You have thirty minutes.”

I didn’t try to argue. I simply found the closest seat and started in on the test. If I had been on time, I would have had an hour. Now I had to finish in half that time. The fact I only had half the time to finish my midterm, while frustrating, turned out to be only the beginning of a hellish day that would not end.

It turned out that in my haste to get to class, I forgot several things. First, I left my wallet back in the hotel room. It shouldn’t have been a big deal to go back and get it. However, when I went back to my car, it was gone.

“Damn it,” I cried out in frustration, attracting stares. How could someone steal my car?

Rather than eat lunch, I ended up spending my lunch hour at the security office. It turned out my car wasn’t stolen. It had been towed. In the rush in which I got to campus, I forgot to put my parking pass on the dashboard. It didn’t help that the guy behind the security desk had absolutely no interest in helping me, finding every possible excuse to brush me off.

Eventually I just gave up. I had my second midterm to go to anyway. While I was on time for this test, I had forgotten that I would need a calculator. I was pretty good at mental math, but this test was on some high level mathematics that required more than a pencil and paper. Before I even started, I knew it would be another bad grade.

I pushed through, thankful when I was done. It was probably the worst day of my life. Everything that could have gone wrong had gone wrong. The one positive was that my cravings for the Bimbacic had lessened. I still felt the pull to be Dani, but it was not nearly as strong.

“Is this what addiction feels like?” I asked myself as I walked back to the motel. Even with a second trip to the security office, explaining myself to someone else, I got no where. My car had been impounded and it would take them a week to investigate the matter.

As much as I wanted to get back as quickly as possible, I was starving from missing my last three meals. It had been over twenty-four hours since I last had anything to eat. I had barely had any water to drink either, compounding the effects.

I was in dire straits, especially knowing I still had my hardest midterm that night. But that could wait. I needed to get food and water first. That meant going back to the motel for my wallet.

As I walked, I kept thinking about what would go wrong next. It seemed only natural after what had happened so far. All this was compounded by the fear that I might now be a drug addict. As an otherwise straight laced college student with some minor experimenting in my past, I didn’t know how to react to that fear. All I knew was that I had spent two days going through withdrawal and still faced lingering cravings. As much as I just wanted to go home to my apartment, I still didn’t know if I could trust myself yet.

By the time I walked into my last midterm of the day, I was still feeling the stress from the day, but at least I had a full stomach. That, however, seemed to be the only thing I had going for me. The moment I looked at the test, I couldn’t help but feel I was looking at gibberish. I knew it was supposed to make sense and it probably would have if I had been able to properly study. Instead, I was facing another poor grade.

“What am I doing with my life?” I asked myself as I collapsed onto the bed back at my motel room after the exam. I had completely screwed myself. The first night as Dani had made sense since I had already missed class. The second day could be understood. But my weekend bender had sent my life into a downward spiral.

Before I could think any more on the matter, my phone buzzed. It was desperately low on battery life, not having been charged since last Tuesday morning. However, there was just enough juice to read and respond to the text message.

“How much Bimbacic do you have left?” I read out loud from Carlos’ text.

“Half,” I texted back, the picture of the six pills still remaining at my apartment lingering in my mind. I couldn’t help but think of them as a source of my salvation. Just a little time as Dani and all my worries and stress would just float away.

I laid on the bed, waiting for a response. I knew what Carlos was thinking. He was wondering how much I had left for the trip to San Diego. I knew I shouldn’t go, but after the few days I had just had, a long weekend at the beach as Dani seemed like it would be heaven. But the question was, would six pills be enough to last the whole trip?

I was pretty sure the more I used Bimbacic, the longer it lasted. My second night as Dani lasted longer than my first night. And four pills in about eight hours lasted me well into the next day. But I still had no idea what the long term effects would be. There just wasn’t the kind of information I needed available online.

My phone buzzed again. I looked down to see another text. “Read this,” it said with a hyperlink. I clicked the link. A website opened up with information on a study of Bimbacic. It was all about long term usage.

I read everything on the page. Most of the technical jargon was far above my head, but I could still get the basics of what had been written. Certain forms of usage of Bimbacic could result in permanent effects, in most cases making the transformation into a woman permanent.

There were two possible methods to reach permanency. And overdose could make the effects of the drugs both permanent and exaggerated. From what I could tell, that meant larger breasts and a higher libido. They were the types of things that bimbo best described. The other method was simply through frequent usage. Eventually the subject would not revert to their previous male form. However, the information Carlos sent me did not specify what it meant by frequent. It seemed to vary in the accounts they studied.

This was big. As I saw it, there was no way I could go to San Diego as Dani. Not if I wanted to ever be David again. I just couldn’t risk it. As attractive as spending a long weekend at the beach as Dani was, I knew I couldn’t let it happen. Not if I was never to return as David.

Tears began to well up in my eyes. I hated the thought of crying, but after everything that had happened, this information felt like the final straw. I had been broken. The knowledge that I could never again experience what it was like to be Dani hurt more than the bad grades I had earned or my car being impounded. The light at the end of the tunnel had been extinguished. No matter how much I tried to reason with myself, it felt like my life was over.

My self loathing was interrupted by my phone once again buzzing. “No pressure about San Diego,” I read out loud. “It’s up to you. You have until it’s time to leave.”

In some ways, Carlos’ last text provided a relief. He wasn’t pressuring me to make a decision. But at the same time, we both knew what my going to San Diego would mean. There was a good chance I would become Dani forever. I also had time to make a decision, but not as much as I would have liked. I had until late afternoon tomorrow. At least I could try and sleep on it.

I had expected to suffer another bout of insomnia, just like Monday night. With such an important choice before, I didn’t see how I could sleep. However, the events of the day proved to be far more powerful. With all the stress and tension I was left carrying, my body was spent. I climbed into bed and almost as soon as my head hit the pillow, I was asleep. My decision would be left until tomorrow.

Chapter Seven

Waking up Thursday, I was no closer to a decision on what to do. I was just thankful to have had a regular night of sleep for the first time in several days. It was amazing to wake up feeling good, even if I dreaded the decision that was before me.

Getting ready for my day was simple enough. I quickly made the decision that the only important class was the one with a midterm. I could skip everything else. That gave me more time to contemplate my decision, or at least that was the idea.

As I left for class, I knew one thing for certain. No matter what happened, I was not spending another night in that seedy motel. If I decided to be Dani, then my life would be in for a significant change regardless. But if I decided to live out the rest of my life as myself, I would simply flush the Bimbacic. While I could still feel a lingering craving for it, it was something I knew I could deal with.

The walk to campus was annoying. I was still mad about my car being towed and impounded, but I knew there wasn’t much I could do about it. And it wasn’t like it was a great car. It was a beater. I had no doubt it would completely die within the year.

As I stepped onto campus, I couldn’t help but notice how beautiful everything was. It helped that it was a bright sunny day. It had been like that all week, but I had been in no condition to appreciate it. I felt like I had my life back. It was becoming harder to imagine ever taking Bimbacic again. I just liked my life as David too much to let it go.

However, it didn’t take long for me to change my mind. For my final midterm, I had felt confident. It was my easiest class. I had aced everything else in the class. The homework was easy. I hardly studied. And then the professor decided to challenge us.

I couldn’t believe that out of four exams, I bombed on all of them. I had never done so poorly in school my entire life. I couldn’t help but kick myself for not studying more for this last test. I hated it when professors randomly changed the difficulty on me. And they always seemed to wait for a test to break it out too.

As I walked back to my apartment after class, I started calculating how these tests would affect my grades. I had always been a good student. That didn’t mean I had a 4.0 GPA, but I had held my own and was better than average. Still, my performance over the last two days was going to hurt me. How much, I didn’t know.

Stepping into my apartment for the first time in days, a wave of relief washed over me. It felt so good to be home. I had grown accustomed to the smell of smoke, but being home and breathing clean air felt so good. I dropped my backpack near the door and collapsed onto the couch. I closed my eyes and just tried to relax.

After several minutes like that, I opened my eyes. Sitting on the coffee table in front of me was the Bimbacic. My vision narrowed as the little pink pills drew all of my focus. I couldn’t remember leaving them on the coffee table, but there they were. As much as I had tried to think about what choice I should make, I still hadn’t come to a conclusion.

If I had never taken the Bimbacic, if I had never experienced what it was like to be Dani, it would be an easy choice. I would simply go about my life as David, never questioning my life. But the things I had experienced as Dani had changed me. I could see that now. No matter what I chose, I would always carry a part of Dani with me. She was now a part of who I was.

The problem was, I wasn’t sure Dani paid much attention to David. She used my memories, but her dumb and ditzy persona didn’t exactly require a lot of brain power. Although I could easily admit her carefree lifestyle was fun. And the money she could make modeling was much better than anything I could make. She might even do better than me after a couple years in the workforce using my college degree, the degree that was in jeopardy after my poor performance on my midterms.

I knew I only had a couple hours to figure out what to do. As much as I wanted to remain David, I wanted to go to San Diego. It sounded like the experience of a lifetime. I didn’t want to pass up the opportunity. However, I knew what going would mean. I would likely spend the rest of my life as Dani, the slutty little bimbo.

I covered my face with my hands, breaking eye contact with the pills. I leaned back on the couch, letting out a sigh at my predicament. I knew it should have been an easy decision. Maybe I was still facing withdrawal symptoms. I was certainly craving another chance to be Dani.

I looked up at the ceiling and then around my apartment, trying very hard to not look down at the coffee table again. There was nothing I saw that I was particularly attached to. Thus far, I had primarily lived my life always saving myself for the future. I rarely lived in the now. That was what was so intriguing about Dani. She never cared about anything beyond the present. She lived in the now and that, to me, was liberating.

I was astounded that I had found a way to re-frame the decision. I couldn’t help but think I had made a major breakthrough. It wasn’t about David or Dani. It was about continuing to sacrifice for an uncertain future and changing direction to begin living for myself, enjoying myself since I had no idea how much time I had left.

I had barely begun to think through my new thought problem when I sat forward and reached for the package of pills. I dumped all six of the remaining pills onto the table. I was pretty sure taking all six would qualify as an overdose.

The thought of swallowing down those pills almost made me giddy. But instead of doing just that, I got up and entered my bedroom. I still wasn’t exactly sure what I was going to do, but I wanted to be ready, just in case. And that meant I needed to pack.

It was strange going through all of Dani’s clothes. I remembered either getting them from my modeling gigs or buying them, but I couldn’t help but feel like I was packing for someone else. I had no idea what specifics would be required of Dani in San Diego so I packed a little of everything. Imagining her wearing some of the outfits I packed actually made me hard. I guess my cock didn’t care that I was imagining myself wearing them. It just knew Dani was hot and she would look hot in those clothes.

With a bag packed, I was once again left with nothing to do. I needed to make up my mind. Carlos would be calling on me soon. I needed to have an answer for him.

My thoughts were interrupted by a knock at my door. I wasn’t expected Carlos like this. He would have contacted me. But I couldn’t think who else it could be.

Opening the door, I found myself face to face with Robert. My stomach did cartwheels at his sight. Not that he would recognize me. I was David, but I so wanted to be Dani in that moment.

“Hello?” I eventually answered. Even though I knew Robert intimately, I couldn’t let on to that fact. I wasn’t sure how he would take the news that he had fucked someone who had grown up as a male.

“Um, does Dani live here?” he asked. He looked nervous. It was hard for me to hold back a smile at the thought that I had been so memorable for him. He wanted more of me.

It took me a moment to figure out something to say. I needed to be careful with my words. Otherwise, Robert might figure out the truth. As much as I wanted to tell it, I doubted he was ready for it.

“She’s not here right now,” I finally said after a long pause that was beginning to border no awkward. “And she’s headed out of town for the weekend.”

“Oh,” Robert said, looking dejected. My heart was breaking for him. I wanted nothing more than to give him a hug, but that would have made things even more awkward than they already were.

“I can let her know you dropped by, if you’d like,” I said. I couldn’t stand to see him like this.

“That would be great,” Robert said, his face brightening by the second. “My name’s Robert.”

“David,” I said, reaching out to shake his hand. “I’ll let her know you came.”

“Thanks,” Robert said. He looked like he was about to turn to leave, but he stopped and looked back at me. “Do you mind if I ask you a question?”

I could see where this was going. I had been thinking about how to explain things to him from the moment he appeared on my doorstep.

“We’re just roommates,” I assured him, wanting to avoid Robert asking me what was really on his mind. As soon as those words escaped my mouth, Robert’s shoulders visibly relaxed. His fears that Dani and I might be a couple were assuaged.

“Oh, yeah, of course,” Robert said, trying to act like it was obvious. “Anyways, thanks for telling her I dropped by. I appreciate it.”

“No problem,” I said as Robert started to walk away and I closed the door.

I sank back against the closed door. I had forgotten how Dani had already had an effect on other people. As much as I was afraid of losing myself, I couldn’t help but feel that Dani had affected more people in her short existence than I had in the past four years.

That realization changed everything. With steely eyed determination, I grabbed the six Bimbacic pills off the coffee table and popped them into my mouth. I swallowed, taking them dry. They went down surprisingly easily.

I went back to my bedroom. I looked at myself in the mirror for a moment. This was good bye to David. Only Dani would be left soon. Knowing what I had done, I was surprised to find myself at peace with my decision. It was done. All I had left to do was prepare myself for the transformation.

I stripped out of my clothes, figuring it would be easiest to just let it all happen while I was naked that risk injury when I became Dani while wearing my old clothes. The one thing I had learned was an overdose, like I had just taken, could result in exaggerated features. If I only knew what that meant.

I took a moment to text Carlos, telling him of my decision. He would want to know so he could finalize our travel arrangements. In the meantime, rather than try to analyze every sensation while I waited for the Bimbacic to take effect, I laid back on my bed and closed my eyes. I would pass out eventually. I might as well being lying in bed when it happened.

Waking up, it took me a moment to remember who and where I was and what I needed to do. Sitting up, I barely noticed the weight on my chest. My tits were bigger than they’d ever been before. The jutted out, sitting on my chest in an almost unnatural fashion. They weren’t fake, but they almost looked it based on their perkiness.

I eventually rose to my feet, walking on tip toes toward the mirror. As I expected, I looked hotter than ever. My long hair was now platinum blonde, hanging down in loose ringlets, almost reaching my ass. That of course drew my attention to my generous backside. Nice and round, my ass looked absolutely scrumptious. I could still remember feeling Robert’s cock pushing into my ass last Saturday. I was sure it would feel even better now.

I couldn’t help but smile at that thought. Although even my smile looked different now. My lips were bigger, puffier, plumper. There was no question what they were best suited for. I licked my lips as I thought of all the cocks I would get to suck. I had no hesitation about that whatsoever. I would gladly suck off almost any man I came across, simply because I loved sucking cock.

Eventually I had to tear myself away from the mirror. I did need to get ready after all. As much fun as it would be to drive to San Diego in the nude, there were rules. Of course, that didn’t mean I still couldn’t have some fun along the way. It would take several hours to reach our destination.

It took about an hour before I felt presentable to the world. While I had been passed out, Carlos had texted me, telling me when he would arrive to pick me up. I needed to use all the time I had left to get everything ready. Getting my hair and makeup in order takes time.

By the time Carlos sent me one last text, telling me he was waiting outside, I had dressed and repacked. I was wearing a cropped white halter top. My tits spilled out over the top, showing them off to great effect. They were too big for the bras I had bought, which was why I chose a halter top. It was a bonus that I got to show off my jewelry. All the piercings were still where I had left them, but now they were completely healed. I couldn’t wait to get some pieces that were flashy and sparkled.

My skirt was short and bright pink. I was wearing a pink lace thong under it, but I was pretty certain I wouldn’t be wearing it for long. There were only so many things I could think of to do on a long car trip. I had selected a pair of matching pink heels with straps that wrapped around my legs all the way up to my knees. They were incredibly hot.

I also took some time to repack. David knew me pretty well, but he had made a few mistakes. I pulled out all the bras he packed, since none of them would fit me anymore. I filled the extra space with makeup. Even though the stylists for the shoots would be doing my makeup, I needed something for the rest of the time. Like I would be caught dead going out without any makeup?

As I waited for the elevator to take me downstairs, my wandered toward all the fun I was going to have. I’d only ever been to San Diego as David. And he didn’t like to have fun like I did. I felt like this would be my first time visiting, and in some ways, it was.

“Robert,” I squealed when the elevator doors opened. Robert was already inside.

“Hey—”

Before Robert could say anything more, I practically tackled him as I dropped my bag just inside the elevator and gave him a big hug, mashing my tits into his chest. Without a word, I reached up and kissed him, hard. I could remember when he came to my door earlier. I had wished I could have been Dani then, because I wanted nothing more than to make out with him. I was making up for lost time.

It took a moment for Robert to realize what hit him, but he was soon kissing me back. It wasn’t until the slow moving elevator opened its doors on the ground floor that we broke apart.

“That was fun,” I said seductively.

“When will you be back?” Robert asked.

“Not sure,” I said. “But I’ll make sure you’re the first one who knows when I get here.” I reached down with a pink nailed hand and gave the bulge in his pants a little squeeze. “I can’t wait to feel your cock in my holes again.”

I gave Robert one more kiss on the lips before I turned, picked up my bag, and walked out, leaving Robert hard and horny in my wake. Just before I left his sight, I stopped and looked over my shoulder. “See you soon, sir,” I said, placing special emphasis on the “sir.”

Robert was still standing there, looking dumbfounded. But I really meant what I said. As soon as I got back, his apartment would be the first place I visited.

“If it isn’t the illustrious Dani,” Carlos said as I walked out onto the street. He was waiting for me next to a limousine.

“Hi, Carlos,” I said as I reached up and kissed him on both cheeks.

“Are you ready to become a star?” he asked as he took my bag, handing it off to the driver.

“Are we going to ride in the limo all the way to San Diego?” I asked, my mind already thinking of all the fun that could be had.

“For you, of course.”

“Oh goody, because I’m horny and I love your cock.”

Carlos smiled. He gave a smug look that went way over my head.

“Is Miguel coming with us?” I asked, hoping I might get two cocks to play with. Miguel was gay, but I was sure he wouldn’t mind me giving him a blow job.

“He flew down this morning to get everything ready for you,” Carlos answered. “But don’t worry, I think I know exactly what you need. You’re going to be such a good girl for me.”

I shuddered with pleasure as Carlos helped me into the back, following behind me. Nothing could hurt my mood. Him calling me a good girl only made me more excited. As much as I wanted to get to San Diego, I was looking forward to the car ride with Carlos just as much.

As soon as I saw Carlos’ erect cock before me, I knew I had made the right choice. While David was smart and handsome while I was dumb and slutty, he would never be able to have as much fun as me. What was the point of living if you couldn’t have fun all the time?