Dykeification Ch 02

Danielle sighed. It was still strange to her to be sighing out of contentment rather than weariness, but it had been happening more and more ever since Grace had started working for her. After only a week, Danielle had decided to make her new personal assistant a permanent arrangement. She'd had no choice. It had been just about the best week of her life, and she felt like a brand new woman.

And it was only going to get better. Danielle shivered with anticipation as she stepped into her spacious bathroom. It was lit only by the glimmer of dozens of scented candles, artfully arranged around the room, and in the middle of the floor was a massage table, all set up just for her. At long last, Danielle felt as though she was tasting a little of the luxury she'd expected from the celebrity life.

She was finally going to get one of Grace's massages. After how much her friend Dulcinea had raved about them, Danielle was feeling very, very eager indeed.

She'd thought it would take months for her to get used to having a personal assistant helping to run her life. As it had turned out, Grace had managed to win her complete trust in just a week. Danielle was more relaxed than she'd ever been. Grace was devastatingly efficient when it came to sorting out meetings and handling her communications, and that left Danielle with more free time than ever - free time she could use to listen to those blissful guided meditation tapes. Grace had promised her a new one every few days, and so far, she hadn't been disappointed. Even her career was looking up. Danielle had received some very promising overtures regarding some acting and modeling gigs, and she wasn't sure if she should be thanking her newfound good energy, or her new assistant's charm. But either way, she was thankful.

"Ready to get started, Danielle?" Grace greeted her with a smile. Danielle's assistant was dressed in her usual style, in clothes that were professional, but nonetheless tight enough to raise eyebrows given her buxom form. "I've just finished setting up."

"I can't wait," Danielle replied, smiling back.

"Perfect!" Grace beckoned her towards the massage table. "Then, I'll need you to start off by getting undressed."

Danielle paused. "Oh. Completely?" As comfortable with Grace as she was, being naked in front of her seemed a little much. They'd barely known each other for more than a week.

Grace's smile didn't diminish by a single hair. "Yes. But, here. For your comfort."

She handed Danielle a white, fluffy towel and turned her back pointedly.

After a brief moment, Danielle decided she wasn't going to ruin her shot at a massage. A little self-consciously, she slipped out of her dress and her underwear, wrapped the towel around her body, and waited. Given her career, she wasn't unfamiliar with being seen naked, but it felt different when it was within the confines of her own home. It felt intimate.

"Lie on the table, please," Grace prompted, once she'd turned back around. "On your front."

Danielle did as she was told, resting her face against the rounded cushion clearly intended for that purpose. She could hear Grace's footsteps on the tile floor as her assistant moved around, but she could see nothing more than the flickering shadows cast by the candles.

"Before we get started," Grace said softly. "Why don't you take a few moments to relax yourself? Allow your body to rest a little. Breathe in the atmosphere. It'll make the massage feel all the sweeter."

That sounded like good advice to Danielle. She closed her eyes and took a few deep breaths. Relaxing like that came easily to her now. Grace's guided meditation tapes had taught her well. As she inhaled, though, and filled her lungs with the strange scent of Grace's candles, she found herself oddly light-headed.

"Hey, Grace," she called out. "What are those candles, exactly? It's... I can't quite place it."

Danielle could hear the grin in her assistant's voice as she replied. The girl was so eager to please. "Oh, this and that," she offered. "It's a special blend, you might say. Very potent."

'Potent'? That word got Danielle curious. But as the light-headedness settled on her and became a pleasant daze, she decided not to press the matter. Why worry, when she could be relaxing instead? At worst it was... what? A little weed or something? No big deal.

"Now," Grace continued. "I'm going to play something for you to listen to while I give you your massage. Nothing weird. Just a few nice, relaxing noises. You know, like in my tapes."

Danielle just nodded drowsily. She felt like she could listen to Grace talk for hours, especially if she was lying there feeling the faint heat of the candles on her skin and drinking in their lovely, sweet, sleepy scent. It was strange to think about how many hours she'd spent listening to Grace's voice in just the short time they'd known each other. Her guided meditation had already become part of her daily and nightly ritual. The trans girl had the perfect voice to it; a low, smooth, feminine purr that must have taken months to perfect. As Grace pressed something on her phone and filled the bathroom with the sounds of distant chimes and binaural beats, she felt almost as though she could hear her voice amongst the soundscape, whispering something into the back of her head.

The celebrity sighed again. This was contentment.

"Very good," Grace told her warmly. "You're looking more relaxed already. That's wonderful. Much better to be massaging loose muscles than tense ones. Now, let me see just how much tension my hands can work out of you."

Danielle stiffened a little as she felt Grace's fingertips touch the base of her neck and start to travel downward, neatly unwrapping the towel that covered her body. The sensation of her naked body being exposed to the air was unusual, but not unpleasant. Not exactly, anyway. Danielle couldn't help wondering how Grace was looking at her. At her shoulders. At her hips. At her ass. She'd found herself wondering about things like that a lot, about Grace.

Her assistant was attractive. It was undeniable, and Danielle had spent more than a little time dwelling on that fact. She told herself it wasn't strange to take note when another person looked good. But... was that all it was? Sometimes it seemed like something more, especially when she was feeling relaxed and sleepy after listening to one of Grace's tapes.

"Hey," Grace chided gently. "Relax, remember?"

Danielle was glad her assistant couldn't see her blush. She did her best to oblige, though, focusing for a moment on allowing her muscles to relax and her limbs to settle. What was she so worried about? Grace was a professional. This was part of her job. That was all. There was nothing weird about it. Nothing to worry about.

"There we go," Grace purred as she started running her hands down Danielle's spine. "Much better."

The celebrity didn't reply. She couldn't. She was afraid of how her voice might sound. Grace's touch was only soft, as she carefully mapped the contours and muscles that made up Danielle's body, but it felt shockingly intimate nonetheless. She couldn't remember the last time she'd been touched like that - so gently, so indulgently. Her blush deepened. What was going on with her?

"Just relax," Grace reminded her. Her hands were still moving, starting to press in a little, just enough to bring the old aches and soreness in Danielle's body to the surface.

"R-right," Danielle murmured. Relax. Yes. That was all she had to do. When Grace reminded her like that, it seemed easy. She'd heard her assistant say that over and over again, on those meditation tapes. Relax.

"Good." Grace's hands were starting to press harder, starting at the shoulders and working methodically down. Danielle let out a few involuntarily groans. Fuck, it felt good. "Now. Stop thinking, Danielle."

That caught the celebrity off-guard. "S-stop thinking?"

"That's right," Grace confirmed. Danielle's body was starting to go limp as her assistant worked her over. "We want you to relax, don't we?"

"I guess."

"And thinking isn't very relaxing, is it?"

Danielle took a few moments to consider the question. It was hard, though. Harder than she expected. She didn't really want to think about anything more than the way Grace's hands were adoring her body. "I... guess not."

"Of course not," Grace pressed. As ever, her voice was gentle and agreeable. She was working on Danielle's lower back now, and the way her hands melted the tension in the celebrity's body away was simply divine. "We're never relaxed when we're thinking. So, we need you to stop."

Danielle giggled, her breaths coming in groans as Grace's wonderful hands kept touching her. "I don't think it's that simple, Grace."

"Of course it is," Grace assured her. "You do it all the time, you know. Everyone does. Are you really, actively thinking every moment of the day? Not at all. Most of the time you're on autopilot. You're letting your subconscious do all the work." Danielle heard an even wider smile enter Grace's voice. "But now, of course, you should let me do all the work. It's what I'm for, right?"

"Right?" Danielle agreed readily. She was more than happy to let Grace take things off her hands. "But still, it's... mmf... easier said than done."

"That's because you're still thinking about it," Grace told her, with a small giggle.

Ironically, hearing that made Danielle's mind go blank for a moment. She couldn't follow what Grace was telling her at all. "But... wait..."

"I know," Grace giggled, letting her valley girl accent spill out in a long drawl as she kept massaging Danielle's back. "It's, like, a puzzle, right? Think of it like one of those Buddhist things. They're very trendy, you know. You have to not think, but to stop thinking, you have to think about how to not think. Which means you're thinking. Right?"

Danielle felt like her head was spinning, but nodded anyway. "R-right."

Grace giggled again. "Poor Danielle."

At that moment, Danielle couldn't help letting out a little yelp as she felt Grace's hands pass down over her ass. She hadn't been expecting Grace to touch her there. She hadn't been expecting her to be so rough either, or so thorough. She tensed up a little, but Grace reprimanded her at once.

"Relax, Danielle," she chided. "Relax. It's just a massage. It's my job to take care of you, remember? Mind and body. Every part of your body."

Danielle nodded slowly. Grace was right. It was just a massage. There was nothing to be worried about. Grace was being totally professional. And besides, it did feel good. Really good.

"Now, where were we?" Grace mused. Danielle had already forgotten. "Oh, yeah. Thinking. Not thinking. You know, part of the problem is that even if you weren't thinking, you wouldn't realize it, would you? If you did, you'd be thinking about it."

A weak, throaty groan of agreement drooled from Danielle's lips as Grace's hands made their way back up the celebrity's body returning to her shoulders to begin again. Already, Grace seemed like an expert on Danielle's body. She had mastery of every line and contour of her physique, as if in mere minutes she'd mapped them out perfectly all in her head. This massage involved more than just skill. It was artistry.

"But there are times we realize." As Grace talked, Danielle felt herself folded up into the palm of her assistant's hand. She had Grace's words in her head, and Grace's hands all over her body. There was nothing else. That was her whole world. "We catch ourselves, right? You realize that you, like, maybe, zoned out for a while?"

Danielle just kept nodding. This was all beyond her. Whenever she tried to reach into her own head to retrieve a question or an answer, she found all her own thoughts were scented with the sweet, intoxicating honey of Grace's candles.

"It's kind of nice, isn't it?" Grace continued. "When you catch yourself like that, head all fuzzy, body relaxed, slumped in bed or on your couch. If only you could live in those moments a little more. If only you could put yourself in that headspace - or get someone else to."

Danielle moaned as Grace's fingertips once again found that sore spot at the base of her spine. This was better than sex.

"But I guess you'd never know," Grace mused. Her voice was rich with amusement. "Those moments are like a magic spell. They always slip over you when your mind is full of something else. Like a nice, scented candle, or the feeling of a massage."

The significance of her words completely passed by Danielle, but her subconscious was open to receive them. Her mind was splayed apart by the soporific candle-scent and the pulsing binaural beats that echoed around her.

"What do you think?" Grace asked her. Her hands were on Danielle's ass again, and the celebrity barely even noticed as her assistant's fingertips started to dig greedily into her rounded hips and plush, soft cheeks. "What's going on in your head, Danielle? Tell me, if you can."

This time, Danielle groaned with faint displeasure. She didn't want to speak, or think, or do anything else. But she couldn't resist, either. She no longer had it in her. So, she did her best to clear her mind and muster an opinion. "I... um... um... it-"

It almost came to her. But then Grace lifted one hand to the base of her neck, and stroked down her spine in a single, languid motion. To Danielle, it was like her brain was being short-circuited with warm, indulgent, mind-melting pleasure. Just like that, her thoughts dissolved into nothing and slipped away. She lapsed back into silence.

"Oh, perfect." Grace giggled, a little louder and a little more sinister than before. "Now this is just how I wanted you."

Hearing that didn't trouble Danielle at all. She felt perfect. Perfectly relaxed.

"You know," Grace continued, "I really do love your body. You look even better in person. Especially this ass. Wow. No wonder you're a model."

Her attention seemed increasingly focused on Danielle's lower half. As methodical and thorough as she'd been with the celebrity's spine, it was clear what part of Danielle she was really interested in. Danielle said nothing as Grace started really, truly groping her. She just moaned on each breath, and thought about nothing at all.

"Yeah. Fuck." Danielle could hear Grace biting her lip a little, her voice becoming a touch breathier as she started squeezing the celebrity's hips with shameless, lustful abandon. "I could do this all day."

This time, Danielle couldn't restrain herself to just moaning. She squirmed a little, in spite of how limp her body was, and felt her cheeks grow hot.

Grace picked up on that at once. "What's this?" she purred. "Someone getting a little turned on."

Danielle nodded. Through the thick, trancey fog that surrounded her, she felt faintly ashamed. This was just a massage. She shouldn't be reacting this way.

"What was that?" Grace asked sweetly, giving the hypnotized celebrity a light swat on her ass. "I need you to speak up, babe."

As difficult as it was, Danielle couldn't disobey. "Yes." Her voice sounded, even to her, weak and faint and far away.

"Yes what?"

"Yes, I'm... aroused," Danielle confessed. She squirmed again, this time with embarrassment.

Grace giggled. Danielle blushed harder. Maybe she should stop this. Maybe it wasn't right.

"Well, don't worry," Grace assured her. "It's perfectly natural. Just a physiological reaction. It happens to almost everyone."

Oh. That was such a relief. Danielle gladly let herself sink back into the comfortable massage table. Perfectly natural.

"You really can't help it," Grace continued eagerly. "It's out of your hands, you might say. You can't help getting aroused." When Danielle simply nodded, Grace pressed: "Right? Say it, babe."

"Can't help... getting aroused," Danielle agreed dreamily. Something about that felt off, somehow, but she knew she didn't need to worry. It was perfectly natural.

"So true," Grace giggled. "You can't help getting aroused when I touch you like this."

Danielle nodded, but then sensed Grace wanted more again. As relaxed and happy as she was, she had no reason to leave her disappointed. "Can't help getting aroused when you touch me like this."

"You can't help getting aroused by my hands."

"I can't help getting aroused by your hands," Danielle repeated. It struck her how easy it was to just repeat what Grace was saying. Much better than having to think of her own answers. Her assistant sounded so pleased each time, too. That was nice.

Through their exchange, Grace kept her hands on Danielle's ass. She was exploring voraciously, using her fingertips to lift the celebrity's full, perky butt cheeks, spreading them apart and jiggling them in her palms. Danielle was too entranced to moan, but each touch sent electric shivers across her skin.

"Perfectly natural," Grace insisted. "But..." She used her hands, a little more firmly now, to spread Danielle's legs a little. Danielle obliged completely. "Wow, babe. You really are aroused. Look at this."

As she shifted around, Danielle realized she could feel something wet beneath her hips. She was wet, incredibly so, and dripping onto Grace's massage table. As deeply hypnotized as she was, realizing that still made her face burn.

"Oh, don't worry," Grace said quickly, when she noticed Danielle beginning to rouse herself. She made the celebrity docile again with nothing more than a few gentle touches along her back. "I don't mind. It's just..."

With her head empty, Danielle was left hanging on Grace's unspoken words. "W-what?" she pleaded. She felt so foggy.

"Well," Grace replied delicately. "This doesn't happen to everyone, babe."

Danielle was left dumbfounded. What did that mean?

"I mean, there's a physiological reaction, and then there's this." Grace's soft, honeyed voice was tinged with cruel pleasure now. "Maybe there's, like, something else going on with you."

Grace left her hanging once more. Danielle was simmering in anticipation. She needed to know, and she couldn't seem to figure it out on her own. Not with the scent of Grace's candles wrapped around her like a heavy, warm blanket. "L-like what?"

"Well, let's, like, puzzle it out, babe." Grace had stopped giggling. She was enjoying this too much, leaning forwards and looming over Danielle threatening as she kept groping and feeling up the helpless celebrity. "You're getting really, really wet while another girl touches your ass. What would you say that normally means, huh?"

The answer was obvious, but Danielle rejected out of hand. No way. She was straight. She'd always been straight. "Um... but..."

"C'mon, girl," Grace teased. "Here, I'll make it easier. What do you call a girl who gets turned on by other girls?"

"A... a lesbian." The word sent a shiver down her spine.

"Right! And you get turned on by me, don't you? And I'm a girl, aren't I?"

Danielle whimpered. "N-no, that's-"

"Remember," Grace interrupted. "You can't help getting aroused by my hands."

Danielle gasped, and slipped back into hopeless, mindless repetition. "I can't help getting aroused by your hands."

"So, you get turned on by me, don't you?"

Danielle nodded. "Yes."

"Which means you get turned on by another girl, don't you?"

"Yes." It didn't seem right, exactly, but it felt right. Grace's logic was flawless - at least as far as Danielle could tell.

"So, you're a lesbian."

Danielle's head started to throb. What about her fiancé? "That... that's..."

"Or at least a little bi," Grace added, and Danielle sighed. That was easier to accept. "Right?"

"Y-yes." It was a strange thing for Danielle to accept about herself. She'd never been attracted to other women before. But here, in this room, with Grace, there was no denying it.

"You like girls."