Someone Is Always Listening
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Chapter 1
Jack was driving home from work on the expressway stuck in traffic, nothing new for him. He worked as an accountant. He didn't like his work but it paid well. His hours were perfect for hitting traffic in the morning and in the afternoon. Jack would often go into auto pilot when stuck in traffic and let his mind wander and it usually would make its way to sex, not always directly but inevitably it always did. Lost in a fantasy that he was really a girl, a slutty submissive house wife with strawberry blonde hair, big blue eyes a petite build with...... HONK!. The sound of the horn behind him roused him from his daydream and saw that the traffic had started to move but he hadn't. Jack pushed his foot on the gas and gave an apologetic hand gesture to the car behind him.
Pulling into his driveway the motion sensor lights blinked on from the garage overhead. He let out a sigh and turned off his car. It was already dark outside just past 6 pm. Jack grabbed his bag from the passenger seat took his coffee cup from that morning out of the cup holder in center console and opened the car door. He fumbled with his keys to the front door as it swung open. "daddy!' a little voice yelled as his waist was hugged by his five year old daughter Gwen.
"How is my little angel?" Jack asked scooping her up into his arms as he closed the door behind him with his foot.
"Your late," his wife Mia called out from the kitchen.
"Sorry love there was terrible traffic," he called back plopping his daughter on the floor as she continued to play. Jack put down his bag and tossed his keys onto a small table by the front door. He could smell food in the air, his stomach growled.
A few hours later, Jack was sitting on his couch halfway through a bottle of red wine. It was Friday night, and he needed to unwind and forget about work and all the stress in his life. His wife and his daughter both went to bed early, they had a flight to catch in the morning. They were going to Florida to visit Mia's mother. It was his daughter summer break from school. Jack's boss, Mr. Penski wouldn't let him take the time off, he was a jerk. Mia especially didn't like him after an incident at the Christmas party months back. My boss convinced my wife after a few minutes of persuading to give him a kiss under some mistletoe and when she reluctantly agreed, he shoved his tongue into her mouth and slid his hand up her dress. She was obviously pissed but kept her calm not wanting anything to happen to my job. Since that night Mr. Penski has been extra rude and abusive to me. Not letting me take time off was just the most recent example.
All the more reason to get a little drunk tonight Jack thought to himself as he poured another glass. Jack spent most of the evening flipping around on the TV when he finally finished the bottle of wine, he started to get a little horny so he turned off the TV and sat down in front of his computer. He browsed through a variety of different porn. When watching and stroking his below average cock he thought about what it would be like to be one of the girls he watched. His mind wandered back to where it always did..... what he would look like as a girl. It frustrated him and turned him on at the same time. He had told his wife about his fantasy she was very supportive and even told him if he wanted to transition, she would be there for him. The cost was outrages, lots of surgery and not always a success. If he could just take a pill he would do it in a heartbeat.
"fucking hell," he said out loud to himself.
"if any god's, goddesses or whatever is out there can hear me I wish, I wish I was a girl," Jack spoke into the open air half praying and half out of frustration. He felt a chill breeze across the back of his neck causing the hair on his arms to stand on end and sending a shiver sown his spine. A wave of feeling spread through him, nothing he had ever felt before. "must be the wine," he told himself as he stood up and rubbed his arms walking over to the window that was open just an inch or so to get some fresh air inside. He could hear the wind in the air as he closed the window. The wind whistled giving off a sound that almost sounded like yessssssss...... Jack stumbled through the house his vision blurry, feeling disoriented making his way to his bed. Falling onto the mattress, his eyes closed and he was asleep in seconds.
The sun poured through the bedroom window Saturday morning.
"aughgg" a yawn from under the covers as feet kicked out from the bottom of the sheets on the bed. Rubbing her tired eyes Jill stepped out of bed and stretched her arms high above her head. She smiled feeling the sun on her face. The house was quite as her husband and daughter had left early that morning for Florida. Something crept into the back of Jill's mind something was off maybe it was a dream? She thought to herself. Pieces of the dream were coming together as she thought and tried to remember. Then in an instant it was gone, she couldn't even remember what she was searching for in her mind. She shrugged her shoulders and padded across the wood floor of her bedroom. She stopped in front of the long mirror attached to the back of the closet door. She stood and admired her naked body for a moment.
At thirty she still looked just like she did when she was 20. Her perky C-cup breasts still were just as perky. She turned and looked at her butt from the side. Yep, still nice and firm she giggled bouncing on her toes causing her perfect little butt to jiggle. She smiled and skipped across the room to the bathroom.
The house had small sticky notes scattered about. Reminders and love notes from Mark, Jill's Husband. He had left early this morning to catch his flight with their daughter, Gwen. Some notes were simple, "I love you" others were "don't forget to do......" Jill had a terrible memory, was pretty gullible and also kind of naïve. So, Mark had woken up a few minutes extra early to write down some notes and stick them where he knew that Jill wouldn't miss them. He was going to be gone for a few weeks so he wanted to make sure that the simple things that she always forgets that he reminded her to do, were covered. Mark often called her, his little blonde bimbo, in a joking way of course. For one she wasn't blonde, strawberry blonde close enough. Two, she wasn't dumb she was just.... Just Jill.
It was a sunny Saturday morning, and Jill was very happy to be home and not working. Just thinking about having to go back to the office on Monday and deal with Mr. Penski filled her with anxiety. She took a deep breath and said out loud as she often did when thinking about work on the weekend.
"Jack live in the moment your not...." she stopped speaking halfway into her mantra. Jack? She giggled why did she say that name that isn't her name, its Jill. She shook her head and tried not to think more about that.
Continuing with her day Jill happily walked out of her bathroom and started to get dressed for her morning jog. She pulled on a white sports bra that was on the small size. She pulled open another drawer on her dresser knocking off one of the sticky notes as it glided to the floor. She didn't even notice it, the note landing sticky side down with the words "Don't forget underwear!". She did forget as she pulled up her matching white leggings that fit her like a second skin.
Jill stopped jogging and started to walk. Her cool down. She walked for a few minutes and could see her house from down the street. She took a sip of water from her bottle and put the cap back on. Her next-door neighbor Jim, was outside washing his car as she walked by his house.
"Hey Mr. Stone," Jill called out stopping at the end of his driveway. Jim looked up from what he was doing and a big smile came across his face. Now, a little bit about Jim Stone. He lived next door to Jill and Mark. Everyone on the block despised him, except for Jill. He was older in his late sixties. Retired no one knew or cared what he was retired from but he seemed to live comfortably. He was rude and grumpy to pretty much everyone, again except for Jill. But most of the time he was a huge jerk.
To Jim Stone, Jill was the perfect female specimen. She was pretty but didn't think she was gods gift to the world. She was petite just over five feet tall, had freckles that scattered across her nose and the top of her cheeks. Her long strawberry blonde hair, her big bright blue eyes. That perfect ass that begged to be squeezed. The cherry on top, she loved baseball. Jim didn't think there could be a bigger wet dream then his hot little neighbor.
"Good morning sunshine," he said standing up straight and stretching his back. Jill smiled and walked over.
"what are you doing up this early you dirty old man?" she said in a bubbly way.
"who you calling old?!" Jim whipped back. Jill laughed when he was grumpy unlike everyone else.
"I always wake up early, and have been for the past 45 years. Why I'm in such good shape," he said looking Jill up and down. Her clothes were stuck to her like a second skin. The sports bra she wore as well as her leggings, not to mention the fact that they were white and slightly wet so almost transparent. He could easily make out her nipples through the material of her top. Fuck she is so hot, he thought to himself as he rubbed his cock through his sweatpants.
"You're in good shape? What makes you say that? The six beers you drink every day?" she said joking and smiling.
"I did more push-ups this morning then you could do in a week sweet cheek's," he said giving a sly grin.
"Yea fucking right, look at that belly the only push up your doing is off the couch," Jill quipped back. She was very competitive and for some reason Mr. Stone always got her fired up. Mark had written a note saying as much and not to hang out with him. Mark really did not like Jim, he heard and saw the conversation they had. He knew that Jim lusted after his wife.
"How about a bet then young lady. I bet I can do more push-ups than you," he said pointing his finger at her.
"You're on old man," she said quickly without thinking. Jim smiled to himself; he had been doing pushups every day since he could remember. He was in the marines a long time ago and it stuck. He would wake up and do fifty pushups first thing each morning.
"Alright come on inside were doing this now," Jim said giving her ass a spank. Jill yelped and her face went flush.
"watch it," she said still smiling, quickly following him.
"oh I was darling," Jim said walking away
"So, what do I get if I win?" he said stopping in his kitchen and opening the fridge to take out a beer. He popped the tab on his beer, the can fizzed as he brought it to his lips to take a sip. Jill stood scratched her head trying to think of something.
