Altering Anna!
Chapter One
The taxi dropped me off outside my friend's house then roared away before I could change my mind and clamber back in. Why had I agreed to come to her party? Yes, it was the season of goodwill and all that rubbish but I was really not in the mood. My boyfriend, Ben, had just become my ex-lover after I had caught him watching porn on the internet on my work laptop. I had kicked him out of my house sharpish, hoping desperately that I had not been compromised by his stupid behaviour. I was still imagining the furore that there would be at school if it became known that hardcore porn sites had been visited on my laptop computer. I might get sacked if they did not believe me!
Still fuming inwardly at his betrayal and stupidity, I clumped up the path in the unfamiliar shoes and knocked hard on the dark blue front door. Julie opened it within a few seconds then looked quizzically at me, eyebrows rising for a moment before she recognised me in my party outfit.
"Bloody hell, Anna, I didn't have a clue who you were then!"
"Just following instructions for the fancy dress theme, Julie!" I replied gruffly as I stepped inside into the brightly-lit hall.
"My 'come as the person you would least like to be!' idea. Did you like it?"
"Not at first as I didn't have any idea at all but it worked out alright in the end, I suppose."
"So why have you come as a man then? Apart from the obvious reasons such as they leave the loo seat up, snore, fart non-stop and don't have a clue what to do with a clitoris!"
"Because I broke up with Ben yesterday!" I snapped back, trying not to cry as the memory was still so fresh.
"I would say that I'm sorry but he wasn't good enough for you, girl. Now get in here and shake your stuff so that you can find a new one! Where did you get the suit from? A charity shop?"
I laughed bitterly, mind flashing back to earlier when I had been wandering round my tiny house trying to decide whether I was coming to the party and, if so, what I was going to be. It was only when I had rummaged through the wardrobe desperately that I had come across Ben's grey suit tucked away along with a shirt and tie. The idea had struck me instantly and I had soon managed to unearth a pair of his shoes as well. Wearing a couple of pairs of socks helped them fit tolerably well and I had even stuffed more socks down into my knickers to give myself a flattering bulge in the trouser department. Fortunately, my hair was fairly short anyway and a natty fedora style hat disguised where I had pinned it up at the back. A bit of stubble artfully created by an eyebrow pencil and I had been ready.
Now, standing there as the noise of some awful modern music boomed out on Julie's stereo, I was beginning to wish that I hadn't bothered! The doorbell rang again and Julie swanned off to answer it and I forced myself to step into the living room, sidling around the edge as nerves overcame me. Did I know anybody else? I occasionally went to a fitness class with Julie and I was hoping some of those people had been invited but I couldn't recognise anyone. I scooted through as fast as I could in the strange shoes and slipped into the kitchen in search of a drink.
Three vodkas later and I was feeling much more relaxed and less like Scrooge. The Christmas party seemed to be more fun that I had thought it would though I remained lurking in the shadows and observing people as they danced and intermingled, literally in some cases as one group started a game of Twister! I smiled at their antics then raised my glass to take a sip of my drink only to find my dark green eyes caught by a shimmering silver dress on the other side of the room. Bright blue eyes flashed back at me and then the woman skilfully manoeuvred her way across, sliding past the dancers until she reached my side.
"So you would least like to be a gangster?" she murmured, lips widening into a smile that showed off her perfect teeth. "Strange as most men would probably like to be one deep down! Steal a woman's heart, rob her of her dignity as they break all the rules!"
I stared into the deep pools of her eyes, level with mine, and smiled back slightly. Had she been taken in by my disguise? It appeared so and I was suddenly intrigued by the possibilities that presented themselves. How long could I fool her for?
"Not me, sweetheart!" I growled in my best Jimmy Cagney impression and she laughed and sipped from her drink daintily.
"Are you on your own?" she asked, licking her lips sexily to remove the last vestiges of her drink.
"Completely and utterly! Are you?"
"Indeed I am, mister gangster," she murmured, moving closer until she was almost touching me.
"So are you ready to be a gangster's moll?" I inquired teasingly. "Play Bonnie to my Clyde?"
"Only if you are going to let me play with your pistol, Clyde" she replied, taking my hand and leading me into the kitchen.
"Mistletoe, Clyde!" she stated, gesturing at the plant hanging from the light fitting as she set her glass down on the worktop. Her hands wrapped round me and pulled me closer to her with surprising strength and then our lips met and I tasted her softness and then the sweetness of her tongue dancing with mine. Shock shot through my body and into my mind. I had never kissed another woman in that way before. Air kisses and pecks on the cheek of course but never had I twirled tongues together and my surprise increased as I found it delightfully arousing.
"Such soft kissable lips, Clyde," she murmured as she broke away, eyes twinkling like stars as she looked at me. "I hope everything isn't as soft?"
I swallowed hard at her double entendre and she laughed at the look of shock that must have flitted across my face. She pulled me back into her and we kissed again. This time, I wrapped my arms around her then slid them down her exposed back, feeling the warmth of her skin on my palms. I dared to go further and found the slinky material of her dress covering her buttocks and I squeezed gently, remembering how men had always done that when they were kissing me. She pushed closer to me and I felt her breasts against mine and guilt shot through me and I broke away, intending to tell her that I wasn't a man after all.
"Ssshh, don't say anything, Clyde, or it'll spoil the moment!" she whispered and she pulled me over to the back door, opened it and stepped outside into the cold, frosty air, tugging me after her. She released my hand then stepped away a pace or two before she started to raise her dress up, displaying black sheer stockings that made my heart thump faster. I had to make her stop but I didn't want to. I was fascinated by her and mesmerised by the body she was slowly and sensuously revealing to me. No wonder men were intrigued by stockings, I thought, as the milky white skin above her stocking tops came into view. My mouth was as dry as dust while my thighs quivered. I wanted to tell her but I couldn't because I wanted to see more. What was happening to me? Was it the vodkas? The thought of seeing her naked body was making me aroused and I could feel my clit tingling with desire as her hands pulled her dress even further up and the delicate black lace of her panties loomed into view.
I think I must have gurgled or grunted then because she chuckled lightly then snapped suddenly and shockingly, "On your knees, Clyde, and let me see if that tongue is as good at licking as it is at kissing!"
I hesitated: shock making my mind freeze for a second or two but then my legs seemed to obey my desire rather than my brain and I found myself kneeling in front of her, face just a few inches away from her thighs.
"Closer, Clyde," she whispered and I shuffled forward, uncaring about the cold stone slabs of the patio pressing on my knees. She reached down and grasped my head with one hand then pulled me forward into the heat of her thighs, rubbing my nose and mouth against her black-cloaked groin. I could smell her delicate scent and arousal slithered through me and I moaned in response, suddenly wishing that I could taste her slickness.
"Pull my panties down, Clyde," she commanded and I reached up with shaking hands and slid my fingers under the elastic, feeling my pussy dribble with excitement as I touched her soft flesh. Slowly, I slid the scrap of lace down until it fell away and dropped down around her slim ankles. Her hand pulled me forward and I buried my face in her softness, immediately licking along the length of her slit as she parted her thighs to allow me access. What was I doing? I was tasting another woman for the very first time. Shame filled me for a second but delight and desire overwhelmed it in an instant and I licked fervently at her soft pussy folds, teasing them open gently with the tip of my tongue and relishing the taste and scent of her most intimate parts. It was heaven and I found myself wondering why I had never done such a thing before as I sucked her slippery folds into my mouth and nuzzled them gently with my lips. I explored her pink pussy petals, wishing that I could see them as well as taste but it was dark outside apart from the silvery orb of the moon high above. I slithered my tongue to the top of her quim and found her bulging clit waiting eagerly. I licked and sucked on it, burying my face in her shaven groin and feeling her thighs begin to tremble. Little moans emerged from her parted lips and I fastened my lips on her clit and sucked hard, nibbling away at the delicate dainty with my lips. Her hands pulled my head forward hard, pressing me into her flesh and I redoubled my efforts then felt her body shiver and shake. Tremors of lust raced through her and little dribbles of love juice seeped out of her slit and stained my mouth and chin before she pushed me away and stood there looking down at me thoughtfully.
