3.
Elena didn't let me out of the handcuffs until ten in the morning. She used me again and again for her pleasure to the point where she couldn't stay on her feet. When I awoke around seven, I was hoping for her to sit on my morning hardness but then it became a bit of a nightmare. She wanted more and more and after two hours I couldn't deliver. Elena was disappointed but came to her senses after realizing she had crossed a line.
She hugged me for a while, excusing herself for being so desiring. Then I was given a cup of coffee, a croissant and alone time in the restroom. I was aching between my thighs, empty-balled and quite worried about my new status with Elena. I never expected to be someone's girlfriend and this freaked me out.
In the following week Elena was very kind to me. She felt guilty for ravishing me so hard this morning. She even made me another gift -- a set of lipsticks. But with my new ear openings and long nails it was impossible to work like Adrien anymore. I used almost all of my time-outs to get to the next weekend but my boss warned me that this couldn't go on much longer.
I looked out through the web how to repair the damage Elena did to me. The nails were easy to fix but the ears were a different thing. And instead of finding a specialist to deal with my stuff, I ended up my search with spending my whole salary on a giant pink sweater dress with extremely chunky knit and huge turtleneck.
Things were getting out of hand. I haven't been Adrien for a while and didn't know how to come back to him. But the scary thing was I didn't want to go back to him. Slowly I was adjusting to my persona change. I had to tell the neighbors Adrien was my landlord. The seller in the local shop knew me only as Anita. The photo shoots and videos of my female character were ruling the fetish sites. But when I had to draw some money from the bank to cover my new sweaters, I had a hard and embarrassing time proving that I'm actually Adrien.
There were other complicated moments with my mixed identity. I had no idea what new problem would pop up around the corner because of my sudden wish to be a fuzzy dressed woman. But things were about to take an even more rapid turn.
It was Saturday morning when Elena showed up at my door. It seemed she had been crying so I let her in. Then she sat and explained it all -- how she hid from me that the beauty salon is far from successful; that she is deep in debts and had lost all of her inheritance from her parents; how she was forced to pay rent for the place in two days' time, and how she had to find ways to quickly cover her most urgent expenses.
Elena had a favor to ask but it wasn't about loaning her some cash. I wasn't so rich, even though I had some savings in my account, but I thought I could help with some of the loan sharks that came after her. But when she told me how much she needs to pay, it blew me away. It was impossible to cover such expenses in two days' time. But then Elena admitted there was an interesting proposition -- one from Stephanie.
Mentioning the name of the shemale that raped my throat in the bar's toilets was a shock to me. I hoped I would never hear this name again but here it was -- an obscene proposition from Stephanie was presented to Elena. It seemed that the shemale had enjoyed the experience of my degradation and wanted more of me. Also, my improved image was visible from miles away and it seemed Stephanie was curious about my development. In short -- Elena was asked to rent me out for a night in exchange of stunning amount of payment.
-- You're joking, right? -- I said, unable to comprehend what we were talking about.
-- I'm not. Stephanie is serious. I would've denied her wish but as we are a couple now, I wanted to get your opinion out of this. I'm really sorry I dragged you into this mess and I'll completely understand if you say no. I have other options too...
I didn't like the sound of her last words. I felt like she is about to hit the road and sell a kidney or something, just to save the stupid salon. But it was her life's work, so in a way, I was getting why she hadn't still denied Stephanie.
-- Of course I'll say no! Stephanie's crazy! I don't want to be anywhere nears her.
-- It's alright -- Elena nodded but I could see her eyes wetting. -- I can deal with this. It was silly to even bring it up. I'm really sorry!
It was the first time I saw Elena breaking down. She started shaking and somehow I felt in what disaster she was into -- to ask me such a thing, she'd been probably threatened by people from the underground world. Elena was the only thread that connected me to the dark side of life -- the weird ones, the outsiders and the small percent of humans that was actually accepting me for who I was now. If it wasn't for Elena and her guidance into my feminization, I would've probably gone crazy. I owed her my life. Besides, I became Anita to provoke the world to give me the punishment I deserved, right?
-- Call Stephanie! I'll meet her today. For the night, I will be hers.
-- What? -- Elena looked me from under her orange dreadlocks. -- Aren't you rushing things a bit?
-- Don't worry! Knowing it is for you, I can deal with anything.
Elena tried to say something but a lump stuck on her throat. Then she jumped and hugged me.
-- Thank you so much, Anita! I swear... I swear I'll repay you somehow!
I arrived just in time to meet Stephanie. Of course, she made me wait. I looked at a shop window and enjoyed my wonderful looks. I had finally dressed the giant pink sweater dress and it was the softest thing I've ever felt. Although it weighed a ton, I just loved cuddling inside its big fuzzy knit. Most of the time on the streets my face was half hidden in the wonderful oversized turtleneck which even folded three times was high just under my ears. It was hanging a bit in front making me unable to see where I stepped but I was getting used to it. The image in the window showed also my stunningly long blonde curls with pink on the ends. I had let it all down around my shoulders and over my chunky turtleneck. Even though I wore just a pair of black pantyhose over my boots, I felt warm in the chilly winter day. But most importantly, I felt somehow secured in the soft dress -- like it was about to protect me from Stephanie.
At last she arrived. The moment I saw her, my knees felt weak. I have both fantasized and had nightmares with the shemale but now here she was. And she was dressed in a way that drove me to panic immediately. Stephanie wore a black leather jacket over a chunky brown long cowl neck sweater, with matching black leather pants and brown high heels. Seeing the thickness of the long sweater made me realize she knew about my secret. Maybe Elena told her, because she was in need of money and would act as if she's helping the shemale. Or maybe Stephanie had other sources. Either way, it was a scary thing knowing that so many people know about your deeply hidden secret.
-- Well, well, well, if it isn't for my charming toilet princess! How're you doing? -- She asked. Hearing her voice brought some nasty memories, especially the one with the taste of her in my mouth.
I tried to act cocky and returned:
-- And if it isn't for the rapist herself!
-- Ha-ha! Nice to see you've recovered from our last meet.
-- Let's just get inside! -- I pointed at the nearby pub because I was in need to sit down.
-- Why, are you cold? -- She mocked my huge dress but followed.
I sat with my back to the wall on a small table in the darkest corner. I didn't want to be seen with Stephanie in public but we had to meet somewhere.
-- Why can't you just borrow Elena the money? -- I went straight to the point. I wanted to show her I wasn't afraid of her.
-- Because you are more fun!
We ordered wine and some salads -- not a dinner but just to make the time pass by.
-- You've become more beautiful! -- She said with a smile. -- Nice work!
The truth was that Stephanie was the one who looked perfect. There was not a sign of her being what she was. She looked like a goddess with her long legs, curved body and long dark hair. But her fiery eyes made the difference -- they were naughty eyes of a true female. No person in the world could convince me Stephanie was a man once.
-- It would become quicker if I haven't been shoved in the throat with a piece of flesh in the bar.
-- But you loved it, right? -- She closed over the table and whispered with a blink of the eye: -- I bet you jerk, while recalling that night!
I took a deep breath and said:
-- It's a bit low to ask Elena to rent her girlfriend.
-- But she did, didn't she? By the way, do you like my sweater? -- Stephanie rubbed her wool covered breasts making me look around nervously. Nobody was watching us but the place was getting more and more crowded.
-- How do you know about that? -- I asked irritated.
-- I have my resources. You have a nice taste for sweaters though. I've been noticing you around in these magnificent fuzzy items. Are you fantasizing about me cumming in that giant collar of yours? -- Stephanie licked her lips making me very nervous. -- I must say, this one is the best -- so fluffy and soft! Where are you getting all those sweaters? I want one like that but I can't seem to find such thickness anywhere.
-- I can show you a shop downtown -- I said, knowing very well that the longer we were out of her bedroom, the better.
She nodded.
-- Why not? Is it still open?
