Chapter 05 Elizabeth

Wordlessly, I step back. Elizabeth breezes past me and tours around the room. I close the door.

Her demeanor is so relaxed and casual. It's hard to see her as a dominant persona that commands all these people I've met. It's more that her easy manner makes me want to please her. To give her whatever she asks to make her happy. It seems her real talent is in how easily she can hypnotize and enthrall me. With her melodic voice. Orgasmic laugh. Her beguiling charm. Her angelic looks.

"This morning went about how I figured it would," she says, turning to me. "I didn't think you'd just jump into this without any resistance. It wouldn't be so easy. But I have faith in you. And in what we can do." She sits on the edge of the bed. She falls silent and looks at me.

I take a breath. I try to fight the feeling in the back of my mind that I'm simply elated to have her full attention. "I still don't understand why," I say to her.

"Why?"

"Why me? You said I wasn't scouted. Why did you pick me for this?" I can feel my heart rate go up. I know that I need to be sure of the answer in order to go forward.

"Is it because I'm not a very masculine man?" I ask, gesturing down at myself. I feel myself getting worked up. "I'm not big or macho. So I'd make a good woman? I don't necessarily feel flattered."

She tilts her head to the side. "You think we couldn't find another guy with a slim physique before you?"

I pause.

"That's easy, you know. Easier than you probably think. It's more than that." She shakes her head. "Much more.

"You're right-- you weren't scouted. Our meeting was merely happenstance. But I realized quickly that it was a blessing." She takes a big breath, nodding her head. "You just fell right into my lap."

"So then why didn't you just ask me, straight up?" I inquire. "Why the charade of going on dates? The drugs?"

"Would you have said yes if I just put it all out there?"

I open my mouth and close it again. She flashes an eyebrow upward. "I didn't want you to reject the idea outright. Also ..." She strokes her cheek with her index finger as she looks off in thought. "I suppose I had a moment of impatience. I can't tell you how long we've been searching for a candidate for this transition. I knew we struck gold with you. And I didn't want to hold off any longer.

"Do you know why I agreed to dinner with you?"

I shake my head.

"That first night, you didn't try to make a move. Didn't try to sidle up on me. Or grab my hand. Or vie for sex. You asked me out on a date. You opened yourself up. You were vulnerable and honest." She shakes her head, and pauses. I try to let her words sink in.

"I wouldn't normally have said yes. But your manner intrigued me. I haven't had an encounter-- a

truly

genuine encounter with a man like that in a long time.

"And then on the date, you were so considerate and kind. You didn't even go in for a kiss! I was waiting and couldn't believe it. Then ... I was compelled to make the move.

That

was genuine too."

She pauses to run her hand through her hair. I watch the elegant locks falling in perfect waves. Her hand lingers on her neck. What a graceful, slender neck she has. "Yes, your frame is an ideal foundation for us to build off of. But it's you on the inside that makes you perfect for this.

"You have empathy. You ask questions. And you actually listen to the answers!" she continues. "You play up your awkwardness, but you deploy it in a way that's disarming. You can put people at ease. And then you're able to display humor and thoughtfulness and charm.

"You don't give yourself enough credit," she adds as she glides the back of her fingers across the bottom of her chin.

"Yes, we'll make some changes on the outside. But you'll still be you at the core," she says. "That's what's most valuable to me. Your sensitivity. Your emotional maturity. You don't embody any macho aggressiveness. But you aren't a total pushover. There's a delicate balance we're seeking. And you have that."

"And what about all that with Lily?" I ask.

"What? Last night?" She tilts her head quizzically. Jesus, was that just last night?

"Well," she says, "we needed to establish some sort of baseline. If your performance was bad, well then we would've had to rethink things."

"Was I bad?"

"Did

you

think that was bad?" she asks.

"It felt unreal," I admit, "I just wasn't sure if she ..."

"If Lily had a good time?" She laughs. "This is what I'm talking about. Even with everything you've been put through, you're still considering

her

feelings. You're going to be

so good

at this."

She stands up from the bed and walks towards me. "You don't need to fight this. Or fight me. It's okay to want this," she says.

We're standing very close now. Her smell is so alluring! I have a good angle to view down her cleavage. I look back at her eyes, and she knows where I was peering. She seems to know everything.

"I think the thing holding you back is your masculine pride." She quiets her voice slightly. "This ego. This assumed need to be a

real man

. Whatever the hell that means.

"I think you need to let that go. Don't let something so pointless, so

fragile

stop you. You could be so much more than that. You could be extremely happy with this." She puts her hand on my chest.

Okay, it's true. My mind went to the negatives. The insanity, the impossibility. Could I consider another way of being? Outside of what has been expected of me? Am I clinging to something that is holding me back? What if she could pull it off?

"You're obviously attracted to women. You find the female form beautiful, yes? You never wondered if it'd be better to be a woman? What it would be like?

"I can help you find out. And ... you could have it all, so to speak." She reaches up and pushes the robe off my shoulders, causing it to drop onto the rug. "A beautiful body. With nice, soft tits. A great ass."

I find my thoughts fading away. I focus only on her closeness. She runs her index finger down my chest. "And a big, hard cock!"

She swirls her finger where my pubic hair used to be. My cock tingles and awakens. She continues down along my shaft, and lightly strokes the head of my dick. I take a sharp inhale of air. I go fully erect.

She leans into my ear. "I want you for this. I want you to want this ...

I want you with me.

"

Her voice is like a siren's call. It's irresistible. Her words. Like a perfect incantation to put me under her control.

She wants me.

I let out a long sigh. She curls her fingers gently around the head of my cock. She runs her thumb along the ridge of the head. The feeling rockets euphoria through me. My cock pulses from her touch. Craving and desire fill my body.

"Don't you want that too?" she asks breathily. I nod.

"I want you in 100%. I told you I'd take care of you," she coos. "You believe me, don't you?"

"Y-- yes," I croak.

I want to touch her! I start to lift my hands, but she shakes her head. "Mm mmm".

I balk and lower my hands to my sides. She moves her hand to cup my balls. The newly smooth skin seems extra sensitive. A loud gasp escapes my lips. Her embrace is heavenly. She kneads them soothingly. "You'll trust me absolutely?" she murmurs.

"Yes."

"Yes,

what?

" she whispers more fiercely. As she does, she squeezes my balls.

The sudden pressure forces me to cry out. "Yes, Mistress!"

Forget what I said about not seeing her authoritative side. The abrupt forcefulness immediately cows me. She chuckles. Her hand glides back to my shaft and tugs. I move forward a bit in response. She walks backwards towards the bathroom, guiding me by my cock. She grins. Her heels clack on the tiled floor.

She positions me in front of the leaning mirror and shifts behind me. Over my shoulder, she rests her chin. "Look."

I gaze at my naked reflection. Her gorgeous face next to mine. One arm wraps around my chest. Her other hand continues to grip my erection.

"Look how beautiful." She smiles.

She begins stroking. I let out a soft moan. She knows exactly how to touch me. How much pressure to apply. How fast to stroke. And when to change it up. I'm putty in her hands.

I try to squirm, but she has me locked in her embrace. She expertly has me in her control. And she knows it. "Mmmmmm," she purrs.

She drives her tongue into my ear. Her fingers claw at my chest. My knees start to buckle. I reach out to grab the wall and sink for stability. I feel drunk from her sexuality.

"Yeah," she breathes into my ear, "that's it. You can let go. Let it all go."

I want to satisfy her so badly. Her attentiveness towards me is like a drug. It fills me with purpose. Just the idea of her clutching my cock is the stuff of my fantasies. I can't believe this is really happening!

Her stroking intensifies. My breathing accelerates. She squeezes hard. I throw my head back. She uses her free hand to force my head back down.

I catch sight of us again in the mirror. Her hand pumps my cock. My body tenses. Her other hand tugs at my hair. My face is twisted with strain and desire. Her face angles towards my ear, showing glee and excitement. Her mouth curves up in an open grin. Her eyes ...

Her eyes are locked onto mine. Gleaming with passion.

She's jerking my cock rapidly, forcefully. She snickers. "Ahhhh ... that's it, darling," she hisses in my ear. "I want you to cum for me. Cum for me, baby! Show me how much you want me. How badly you

need

me!"

I groan loudly, which only causes her to stroke harder and faster. "Yes yes yes!" she calls. "Do it! Fucking cum! That's it, that's it!

Good girl!

"

My body jerks. My cock explodes with bliss.

"Open your eyes," she breathes, "look what a

good girl

you are."

I wrench my eyes open. Elizabeth's hand is clutching my cock and directing the streams of cum. The white strands splatter onto the mirror and the floor. My body is twitching, muscles straining. Her other hand is stroking my face. A lock of hair has fallen over her face. Her beautiful face. Her expression is one of delight. Another spasm ripples through my cock, and a jet of cum hits the mirror.

My body starts to slump as the orgasm subsides. Elizabeth holds up my frame. "Easy! Okay," she says gently. "C'mon, let's get you to lie down."

She guides me out to the bed, and deposits me on the mattress. I'm gasping for air. She glides a finger along my bottom lip, and stands up over me. She smiles, face looking triumphant.

Then she walks over to the front door and opens it. Chloe steps in!

I ineffectually try to cover my crotch with my hand. Then I realize she's seen me naked multiple times already and give up.

Chloe silently nods to Elizabeth. I observe that she's carrying a caddy with cleaning supplies. She hands Elizabeth a white hand towel, who uses it to wipe my cum off her hand.

"In there." Elizabeth tilts her head towards the bathroom. Chloe silently complies. Oh god, she's going to clean up my cum! I feel so embarrassed.

Elizabeth sits down on the bed, beside me. She leans down and strokes my hair. "That was fun, wasn't it?" Her tone is light and playful again.

"Rest up, darling," she says in a hushed tone. "Tomorrow will be a big day. The first of many."

Elizabeth rises up, winks at me, and strides out of the door. My eyes follow her movements, dismayed that she's leaving. As the door shuts, I let out a long groan. Chloe steps out of the bathroom, comes and kneels next to the bed.

"Oh uh--" I stammer as I try to get up. She gently stops me with her hand, and nudges me back down. She then proceeds to wipe down my cock with a warm, wet towel. Her movements are gentle, almost tender.

"I'm sorry, Chloe," I profess to her.

"Oh, don't apologize, Mistress," she says softly. "I am pleased for you to receive ... satisfaction."

Despite her kind words, her lack of judgment only causes me to be more embarrassed. I close my eyes and turn away from her. That's twice in as many days that a woman has cleaned cum off my dick.

She finishes with me and stands up. "Is there anything else you need, Mistress?"

"No, thank you, Chloe." I answer. It's still weird to me that she calls me by that title. She nods, and turns to leave.

"Oh, I also brought you your meal." She points at another insulated tumbler on the desk. Quickly she bows, goes through the door, and shuts it behind her.

***

I lay in bed unmoving for a while. My brain is overwhelmed with all the info I've received in twenty four hours, as well as the physical stimulation. This all feels unreal. I mean, it's all completely batshit crazy, right?

A slight tinge of disappointment sits like a rock in my chest. I figured I would've resisted Elizabeth a little more than I did. I feel as if I caved immediately to her. Do I really have such little willpower? Or is hers just so deceivingly dominant that I am compelled to follow? I'd hate to think I'm doing all this just for a pretty face. Though hers is

such

a pretty face.

What she's proposing is insane. Is she really going to try to alter me? I'm skeptical, except I also feel a growing curiosity. I have no idea what's in store for me.

Maybe I should be thinking about this in a more positive light. Like some sort of unexpected adventure! Just like stories of everyday people in their humdrum life being whisked away into some fantastical life-changing journey. Except this doesn't feel like it's going to go the way of

The Hobbit.

I try to think back to what risks and leaps of faith I've taken in my past. Nothing really comes to mind. Maybe when I moved away from my hometown. But if I'm being honest with myself, I really only achieved that because I was tagging along with my girlfriend at the time. She wanted to experience a big city life. I hadn't even really considered it until she asked me to go with her. Inevitably, things didn't work out between us. But I stayed, even after she got tired of the craziness and moved back home.

Well, I'm in the craziness now! Here I am, following another woman down a path.

Elizabeth. She is certainly convincing. Which is easy to be when she has my dick in her hand. She says she wants me to join of my own free will. But I know she's manipulating me. Tipping the scales in her favor. I'm rapidly losing the urge to care about being swayed.

I can feel my nerves writhing within me about tomorrow. I turn on the lamp and look around. I just now realize there are no clocks in the room. I have absolutely no sense of the time.

I can check the time on my phone-- my phone! Where's my phone? I haven't even thought about it since before everything happened. Hmm, it might be at Elizabeth's-- no wait, Lily's place.

Curious, I go and pull back the curtains for the window. It's a pretty great view. We're situated above a lot of the buildings, but I can still get a glimpse of the street. It's nighttime. The streets are illuminated by the cars, streetlights, and storefronts. A fair amount of people are still walking the sidewalks. It can't be that late then.

My eyes land on the tumbler on the desk. I roll out of the bed and grab it. Peering inside, I see it's another shake. This time it's pink. I take a swig. Ugh. An attempt at a strawberry flavor I'm guessing. But I am hungry now that I'm thinking about it. I choke down a couple of more gulps.

I shake out the pent up energy in my arms and shoulders as I decide to try out the couch. The soft leather feels cool to my bare ass and back.

I mentally replay the recent encounter with Elizabeth. I visualize her face. I try to remember every little detail. Her smile. I'd submit wholly to just that smile. I flash to her look in the mirror as she got me off.

Oh god. She made me cum! A stunning beauty held my erection in her hand.

I haven't had this much action-- ever! I've had a fair number of sex partners, in my humble opinion. But to have back to back trysts with women the likes of Elizabeth and Lily? Never.

I feel like I can trust Elizabeth. I mean, if she wanted to kill me or steal my organs, they would've done it by now. She's been telling the truth. Except that she made me think she was interested in dating me. That bit stings. Am I not good enough for her as I am? The thought unsettles me.

I look over at the front door. I go crack it open and peek out. Nothing. No one. I swing my head to each end of the hallway. Still and silent.

I quickly toss on the leggings and shirt, and step out into the hall. I turn the corner towards where the stairs are, and balk when I spot someone lying lengthwise on the couch.

"Oh!" I cry out before realizing.

The woman hears, and instantly shifts into an upright seated position. Her feet leave the armrest quickly, but I manage to notice her socks were adorned with dog pawprints.

"Oh, hello," she says softly. She closes the book that's in her hands. She's wearing all black, just like me.

The woman is short and curvy. She has medium brown skin, I'm guessing Indian or Middle Eastern. Her black hair is pulled back into a ponytail. "It's okay. You're fine."

She sounds like she's talking to a frightened cat. Although, I admit that's the vibe I'm giving off right now. I was frozen in mid-step as I noticed her. She gestures at the chair across from her. Slowly, I make my way over, and perch on the edge of the seat.

"I'm Sreeni," she says. She smiles warmly. "Things must seem pretty nuts right now, yeah?"

"You could say that." I nod.

Sreeni laughs, sits back and crosses her legs. I get a view of her socks again. "Is there anything I can do for you? Or that you need?"

My eyes scan around the space as I try to think of something to say. I suddenly feel silly. Her calmness is comforting, I'll admit. "Are you Talent as well?"

She chuckles. "A silly term, right? But yes, just like you."

Like me? "They transitioned you?"

Sreeni shakes her head. "No, not

like

you in that sense. You'll be their first foray into that."

I take a big gulp as I fiddle with my hands.

"You seem pretty on edge. Most newcomers are excited."

I scoff. "I'm a little terrified of what I got myself into."

Sreeni's eyes narrow for a split second. "Why did you agree to come?"

"I don't know."

"You don't know?" she echos, eyebrows lifting. I hold out my hands, feeling exasperated. She leans forward. "Well, maybe this is an opportunity for you to know yourself a little better."

"A silver lining, huh?"

She laughs. "You're so doom and gloom about this. Maybe trust your instincts."

"What about these women? Can they be trusted?"

Sreeni smiles. "Well, if it means anything to you from someone you just met-- yes, I assure you that you're safe. And in good hands with Mistress Elizabeth."

I sit back in the chair, lost in thought.

"What's your name?" she asks.

I blink a few times. All my life that had been an easy answer. But now-- "I'm ..." In for a penny, in for a pound. "... Lisa."

Sreeni's smile widens. "Hi, Lisa." She gives a small shrug. "Welcome to Eden!"