Chapter #6At Home with Your Girlfriend by: Unknown You hear the front door open and close, and a female voice calls, “Hi, honey, I’m home!”
It’s obviously your girlfriend Marie, home from her job as a law office secretary. You’re afraid to get up and see if Jenny did indeed make “a few other changes” to her besides turning her into a lesbian.
You don’t have to get up, though, as she soon walks into the bedroom and says, “Oh, here you are,” as she puts her shoulder bag down next to the desk.
The good news is that Jenny hasn’t made her completely unrecognizable, as she did with you. Her face is still her own, albeit with darker makeup than she would normally have, and her body is almost the same, although it appears her breasts have gone up a cup size or two -- nothing compared to yours, though.
However, instead of wavy brown hair halfway down her back, it’s now straight, only chin-length, and bleached blonde, with dark roots at the crown of her head that are obviously meant to be there.
She’s also not quite wearing her normal work attire. She’s in a navy blue jacket and matching skirt, but the skirt is a mini with a partially laced-up slit on one side, and the jacket is obviously not designed to close in front -- it shows off a white tank-top that’s cut low to reveal her cleavage and has an abbreviated hem to reveal her flat stomach and the piercing that’s in her navel. You also can’t help but notice that, instead of modestly heeled businesslike shoes, she’s wearing fetishy pumps with what must be 6-inch heels.
“What’s the matter, Viv?” she asks. That strikes a chord -- somehow you know Jenny changed your name to “Vivienne.”
You look at Marie, with her slightly punk form and her slightly erotic version of business wear. “Uh, you work at Fenton, Fenton, Riley, right?” you ask.
“Uh, yeah, you were at the Christmas party, remember?” You were, but you remember being there as your old male self -- you wonder what, in this reality, the reaction at the party was to your current form.
“And you’re doing okay there?”
“We went out to dinner last week to celebrate my promotion!” Marie exclaims. She leans forward to touch your forehead, to feel if you’re sick. You get a very good view of her cleavage, and arousal starts to build over your body.
“No, I feel fine,” you say. “I, uh...” Marie has stood back upright, and with a look of concern on her face, she’s playing with her hair. Moving it away from one ear, you can see the gauge stretching out the lobe, a wide-diameter loop of metal running through it. You finally come to the realization that perhaps Jenny has redefined a “businesslike appearance” to a certain extent, whether she meant to or not.
“Well, I know what you need when you’re like this,” says Marie, now with a big smile on her face. She kneels to the floor in front of you, pulls your skirt up, and holds your thong to one side. You’re finally getting a look at the multiple small rings that Jenny put in your pussy.
Okay, you think, this might not be all bad. When you were a guy, Marie didn’t particularly care for blowjobs, although you did enjoy cunnilingus because she would make some very nice noises, and --
You feel Marie’s tongue against your labia, and it’s like nothing you’ve ever felt before. The sensation is part warm flesh and part cold metal, and --
You look down to see that Marie isn’t leaning as far forward as you would think.
Then you notice that her tongue is sticking out about a foot.
You start to say, “Holy --“, but on the “L,” your own tongue extends outward. In your throat is the somewhat sickening sensation of the tongue coming from somewhere -- it makes you think of a vacuum cleaner’s power cord.
Marie looks up, the tip of her tongue still teasing your nether regions. It’s obvious it’s prehensile, and you’re supposed to have full control over it -- you get yours to wave a bit, and then it quickly retracts, into the same mysterious spot deep in your throat it came out of. Your tongue now its regular length, you mutter, “Jeez, Jenny --“
The motion of Marie’s tongue stops, and you look down to see it retracting into her mouth. Once it disappears and she’s able to speak normally, she says, a bit icily, “I thought we agreed to not mention any of your clients.”
“I meant Jenny next door,” you say.
Marie’s eyes widen, but you quickly say, “No, she’s not a client! I said her name because -- uh, this might be hard to explain --“
Marie gets out of her kneeling position and stands in front of you with arms crossed. “Try me.”  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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