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Bob Gets His

Chapter 2

                             CHAPTER
                                2

     "Wow, what a looker," thought Bob, staring at Monica.
 
     It was obvious to the tall blonde that the young man was
smitten with her. She would certainly turn that to her advantage.
In her most seductive voice, Monica told Bob, "I'm so pleased to
meet you. If there is ever anything I can do for you,just let me
know."
                        ************

     "That little pig." Thought Monica. 
 
     Bob had grabbed her ass as he walked passed. He continually
made a nuisance of himself around her, never missing an opportunity
to touch or rub up against her. Monica just smiled sweetly at him,
thinking to herself "he'll get his." 

     Monica played the boy like a fish and, before long, had him in
bed and believing that he had seduced her. Bob wasn't a very good
lover. Monica was just getting into the swing of things when he
came, rolled off of her, and went to sleep; thanks to the drug she
had slipped him. Looking at Bob's wilted cock, Monica remembered
how it had felt when she still had one. She recalled how she had
introduced Bob's father, Joe, to being on the receiving end of a
stiff cock, after his transformation into a sexy babe. Feeling
horny, Monica got dressed, thinking, "I sure as hell won't be
getting any satisfaction here tonight. Might as well go out and
pick up a real stud."

     After donning a provocative outfit, Monica put a tape in a
player and turned it on. It would play softly all night into the
pillow under Bob's head, filing it with radical notions. Looking at
the sleeping boy, she was curious, thinking "I wonder if he'll turn
out as pretty as his dad?"

     On her way out, Monica ran into Gloria.

     "Hi Monica, would you care to join me in a drink?"

     "I'm sorry Mrs. Watson, but I was just going out. Can I take
a rain check?"

     "Gee ... I really hoped you'd stay home with me tonight. I
have some tapes that make very interesting viewing and you're in
some of them."

     Monica could see that Gloria was more than a little drunk, and
more than a little horny. "O.K. Why not?"

     The tapes turned out to include one of Monica screwing Joe.
Gloria was very disappointed to discover that Monica's magnificent
cock was gone forever. However, the evening wasn't a total loss 
as they wound up introducing themselves to girl on girl love
making. Both of them discovered lesbian sex to be as exciting and
as satisfying as anything else they had ever done, if not more so.

     When Bob awoke the next morning, Monica was there sleeping
beside him. The young man was certain that he had found true love. 
 
                              **********

     Joe was washing the breakfast dishes, when Dr. van Damme
called out to him, on her way out the door, "Joe I'll be home at
six with two guests. The cook has the menu, we'll eat in the blue
room."

     "Yes, ma'am." Said Joe.

     Donna had trained Joe well in his new duties. It hadn't taken
him long to discover that he wasn't going to be a housekeeper,
instead, he was being trained as Dr. van Damme's maid. Joe had to
be up, washed, and dressed by seven a.m., in uniform of course. The
new uniform wasn't that bad; it was a lot more comfortable than his
waitress getup since Dr. van Damme didn't make him wear the hated
minimizer bra and a girdle. 

     Every morning Joe would don an underwire bra, which cradled
his abundant breasts in comfort, nylon panties, black panty hose,
black pumps, and a white satin blouse which was tucked into a black
taffeta skirt that fell to his knees. It was neither tight nor
revealing and Joe was totally at ease in it. He'd half expected to
be dressed in some skimpy little maids dress. Oh he was alright,
but only for special occasions.

     At seven o'clock, Joe would enter Dr. van Damme's room with
her breakfast and awaken her. While she ate, Joe would draw her
bath. Then while she bathed, Joe would make her bed, lay out her
clothing, and take the dirty breakfast dishes to the kitchen and
wash them. It wasn't a particularly arduous job and he had plenty
of free time. 

     Joe lived with the Doctor and stayed at her house most of the
time, preferring to avoid other people, especially men. Ever since
his changes, Joe had discovered that he couldn't trust himself
around men, somehow he'd developed an insatiable appetite for sex
with them. Joe had no clue that his newfound promiscuity was a
permanent part of his psychological make-up, only that he got
extremely aroused sexually around men. So he avoided the intense
embarrassment that his ensuing sexual antics caused, by keeping to
himself in Dr. van Damme's compound.   

     Joe had a busy day ahead of him today. In addition to his
normal duties, he would have to polish the silver and get dressed
up for tonight.  
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     "Yvonne."

     "Oui Madame." Said Joe. 

     If there were any strangers in the house, Joe was addressed as
Yvonne. Dressed as a French maid, he had to act the part. Mrs.
Johnson had taught him to pronounce French words with his
artificial voice box and his French vocabulary was at least the
equal of his English, which had been purposefully limited.  

     In preparation for tonight's little soiree, Joe had donned a
black satin and lace lingerie set consisting of; panty, garter belt
and push-up bra. He attached sheer white stockings to his garters
and slipped on a pair of pink satin pumps with five inch heels.
Over this he pulled on layers of stiff white petticoats, followed
by a low-cut, pink velvet French maid's uniform. Joe's hair was in
a ponytail and he tied a pink satin ribbon in a big bow to hold it
back. A little white lace apron and a choker and wristlets, of
white satin bordered with lace, completed his Yvonne costume.

     Joe curtseyed carefully, knowing that his stocking tops would
be revealed if he did not, and he didn't want to reveal any more of
himself than was absolutely necessary.

     "These are my guests, Hector and Miguel Gonzales."

     Joe curtseyed gracefully to them, "Bon soir, Messieurs. May I
get you drinks?"

     The two brothers were tall, dark, and handsome. Joe felt the
inevitable reaction of his body and averted his eyes from the men,
trying to concentrate on the task at hand.

     Other than to take note of Joe's exceptional beauty, the
Gonzales brothers paid him no more mind than they would any
servant. Joe overheard their conversation as he served the meal and
was able to piece together that the Gonzales brothers were frequent
visitors to Dr. van Damme's island, came from somewhere in South
America, were fantastically wealthy, and performed many services
for the Doctor including acting as her bankers. After the table had
been cleared, Joe was dismissed. He ran up to his room, where he
masturbated urgently, grateful that he escaped performing like a
wanton slut with the two brothers.

     Over cigars and brandy the Gonzales chatted idly with the
doctor. Finally Miguel spoke up. "This little thing Yvonne; she is
perfection itself. Is she by any chance available?"

     "Certainly. I shall have her report to your cottage, where
she'll be waiting for you. I must inform you though that she is, or
to be more precise, was a man."

     "Madre de Dios! You are kidding me."

     "Not at all. I have some very interesting tapes of her, I
really should say his, progress. You see, we have punished Joe by
ensuring that he can never forget that he was once a complete man.
Would you care to view them?" 

    "Oh no Doctor, I trust your word implicitly, but this makes the
prospect of a dalliance even more interesting. Let me ask this, is
your maid available for permanent acquisition?"

     "I'm afraid not, you see Joe, as he is called, doesn't know
it, but he's still being trained. Eventually he will be returned to
his ex-wife, who is responsible for what has happened to him." 

     Hector could no longer remain silent. "I too was considering
toying with this one. Perhaps brother we should settle for lesser
fare?"

     "Ah, but of course." replied Miguel.

     To Dr. van Damme's questioning look Miguel answered. "The two
of us never share or have anything to do with a woman or any other
thing, such as your little Joe in this case, that the other
desires. We avoid the pitfalls of jealousies that way. Now if Joe
had a sister we could purchase them both and return to our homeland
with them."

     At this last Dr. van Damme looked up smiling, "Funny you
should bring that up. My personal motto is 'anything is possible',
and in this situation anything may indeed happen. I shall remember
your interest in Joe, if circumstances should happen to change."



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