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THE FINAL ROUND

By Hardcover

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"Where are you taking me?" I asked softly.

"To do your make-up and hair." Came the response.

I could do my own hair and make-up just fine, thank you very much, I thought. I was a pretty girl. But I supposed they needed special make up and attention for HD, so I obediently followed them out of the room with an enthusiastic swish of my hips. After all, I did want to look my best and win the prize. I was a pretty girl.

I was led into a rectangular room along the right side of which was a line of make-up tables with large vanity mirrors rimmed with glowing soft white light bulbs. The chairs in front of them were barber style chairs, bolted into floor and set on a swiveling pivot to give it a full three sixty degree rotation. All sorts of make-up and styling device lined the tables, all professional quality. Along the left side of the room were racks of clothes, mostly a dizzying assortment of lingerie. I looked at them and realized I knew the names of all the stuff that hung there. Of course I did, I should. I was a sexy girl.

They guided me to a chair and they started work on me. They removed the studs from the lower holes in my ears and replaced them with gold (real, I think) large hoop earrings. The stud in my belly button was replaced with a small diamond tassel that hung down from a ring the passed through my belly piercing. I diamond topped stud also replaced the plain metal stud in my nose.

They went to work on my make-up, doing it in an exaggerated, whorish look that I realized was for the cameras. They painted my nails red and gave me a matching red lipstick. For my eyes they used mascara and eyeliner to darken around them making my eyes seem bigger and giving me a slight belly dancer look to my eyes. A soft blush brought out my cheek bones. They combed out, brushed and generally fussed around with my hair until it was smooth and fluffy.

Then they gave me clothes. Sort of.

I didn't really want clothes, I preferred to be naked. I was an exhibitionist. But, I obediently did what I was told, and anyways, they didn't really give clothes, just some sexy underwear. A black and pink bra with slightly see through cups that just faintly revealed my nipples, along with a matching thong panties that were slightly see through at the crotch. Added to those were black thigh high stockings and pink and black six inch stiletto fuck me heels to complete the effect.

When they were done, they took me to the far wall and let me look at myself.

I was stunned. I was pretty girl. I was a sexy girl.

My body had changed a little more since the last time I saw it. My hair was much longer, flowing down my back like a waterfall reaching almost to my slightly rounder and cuter bubble butt, but no so much that it hid my tramp stamp. It came down my head strait until it reached my shoulders and then it got wavy, like waves in the ocean. My breasts were bigger now, an easy D cup at least, and my nipples were wider and more pronounced. Best of all, my tits seemed to defy gravity with no sag at all. The curve of my hips was somewhat more distinct, giving me a definitively feminine hour glass figure.

"Oh my god, I'm hot!" I said, turning this way and that in the mirror.

The girls all giggled, assuring me that I was. And then they led me out another door and I found myself in the same waiting room from before the show. There were two other girls there, both sitting on the couch leafing through fashion magazines. These must be contestants one and two, though they certainly didn't resemble the boring old guys I had me before. One was blonde, the other one was a brunette, and both were clad only in sexy underwear. They were also both astonishingly beautiful. They looked up as I approached, smiling sweetly.

"Hi." The blonde greeted me, which the brunette echoed.

I skipped over to them, happily, "Hi."

"I'm Jennifer." The blonde told me, and then indicated the brunette, "And this is Jazmin."

"I'm Pepper." I announced gleefully, suddenly proud of my new girl name.

"Hi, Pepper." Jazmin squeaked, "You're pretty."

"Thank you." I blushed, "You're both so pretty, too."

And then, we just all giggled for like two minutes strait for no reason before I sat down and we began to talk. We complimented each other a lot on how hot we were, and we talked amiably enough, but I was sizing up my competition the whole time. I thought I was prettier then Jennifer, but Jazmin seemed to have me beat in looks. There were three top slots in the competition, and I was suddenly determined to take at least one of them. I should get one, I thought, I'm a pretty girl.

After a long while, contestant number four came back, now another curvy blonde named Honey. Her hair was platinum blonde and was shorter then Jennifer's, curving at her shoulders. Her wife seemed to have really done a number on her, because there was hardly any bulge in her panties. When we mentioned that, she happily pulled her panties aside and showed us what was left of her manhood: A tiny little baby cock, barely two inches if it was that. Even smaller then Megumi's She was really hot, but I thought I probably was sexier then she was, and I could probably beat her as well. I was a sexy girl. We introduced ourselves and chatted all sorts of girl talk with each other. I found myself talking a lot about clothes and make up, and enjoying it. Not to mention the fact that being around these lovely t-girls was getting me horny all over again. I had the brief thought that I had never liked shemales before and had certainly never wanted to be one, but I dismissed it. This was who I was now, and I loved it. I was an exhibitionist, after all, I liked being pretty.

Eventually, the last contestant came back to the waiting room, and she was a stunner: A hot large breasted Asian girl named Cookie with red tinted hair and an astonishing figure. She was so beautiful, I felt instant jealousy and resentment. She was dressed in a see through teddy and thong outfit that showed off her voluptuous figure. It seemed from the bulge in her panties that her wife had let her keep a fairly large cock.

I groaned inwardly, there was no way I could beat her.

She was peppy and friendly, and as we continued to talk and laugh, I continued to gauge my chances. Looking at all of them, I didn't think I could beat Jasmin or Cookie, but I thought I had a pretty good chance of taking third place. I would rather have taken first place, but third would do just fine. After all, it meant twenty five million dollars, with that I could pay off all my debts, get stuff fixed up around the house, get a better car, make some investments, hire a lawyer and divorce Carrie . . .

What the hell? Where the hell had that come from?

I had never once in my life, ever thought of divorcing Carrie. I loved her, she was the love of my life. No matter how hard things had gotten lately, I had never ever entertained the idea. Why would that thought suddenly pop into my head now. Maybe I was just angry at her because she'd tricked me into this, but that seemed somehow absurd. I loved being a shemale, I loved my breasts, and I loved my cute bubble butt. I should have been mad, I should have been furious, but I wasn't. That didn't explain the sudden distaste I had to Carrie being my wife. I shook the odd thought away, putting it down to nerves.

One by one, in numerical order, the girls came and got us and took us back to the stage for the rest of the competition. After they took Jennifer, she didn't come back so I assumed she was still on the stage. Ditto for Jazmin, and soon, it was my turn. I was ushered through the same door I had been when I'd first stepped out on the stage, which felt like a lifetime ago, back when I was still a man, and after fussing with my appearance some more, the girl told me that it would be like a fashion show, all I had to do was walk on stage sexily, strike a few poses, do a few twirls letting everybody see me and that was it.

I got goose bumps thinking of all those people looking at me again, especially in this sexy lingerie. I realized some of my co-workers were out there in the audience, including my bosses, and I shivered with excitement. I wanted them all to see how pretty and feminine I was, I wanted them to stare at every inch of my body. Stare, and want me.

I heard Megumi announce, "Contestant number three: Pepper!"

I heard Carrie squeal, "Oh, I can't wait to see what he looks like!"

That, I assumed, was my cue, and I strutted out on stage. I knew exactly how to move in those six inch heels, swinging my hips sensually as I walked, making my butt sway and my breasts jiggle as I came out in front of the audience and cameras. I suppose it shouldn't have come as a surprise, but Megumi and all the other girls were now completely naked except for shoes, stocking, and those nurse hats. They all seemed to be hard as well, even if they were undersized like Megumi. The Arches all had the front doors closed and I could see that all three of the lights on top of them were now pink. Pink for us girls. In front of The Arches stood Jennifer and Jazmin, applauding wildly. Akira stood center stage and all the wives were back standing in what I now thought of as the jury box. Carrie was bouncing up and down like a little kid, which I found irritating all of a sudden.

"Oh, she's so pretty!" Carrie cried.

For some reason, I didn't care what she thought. I cared about what the audience thought, and I strode forward like a runway model, moving my hips. I stopped in the front and struck some poses, twirling around to give them a good look at my butt, clad only in the thong which left most of it exposed. I could feel eyes roaming over my altered body and I loved it. I loved my body, and so, it seemed, did everyone else. I was cool, I was sexy, I was an object of desire, and that was just how I liked it.

I could see Taylor, Mike, and my other coworkers applauding me, looking me up and down with lust in their eyes, and I felt a shiver of excitement. I wanted them to see how cute and sexy I was now, I threw a lot of the poses their way. I even slipped one strap of my bra down and briefly pulled the cup so that my nipple popped out. I grinned seductively at Taylor as I did that, enjoying his rapt attention. I moved about the floor, striking poses like a supermodel, enjoying all the eyes on me, feeling beautiful and confident as I did.

I turned back and almost gasped, looking at Akira. Wow, had he always looked so good? Looking at him now, I saw that he cut quite a dashing figure in his suit, with his hair brushed back and gelled to give it a slight wave. His dark eyes seemed to invite me in, and I found myself wondering what he looked like naked. I'd never thought of guys in that way before, but now I couldn't remember exactly why. Akira was . . . hot. Yeah, that was the way to describe him. For that matter, so were Taylor and Mike, and a lot of the guys in the audience.

Akira spoke, "As you can see, her body has filled out quite a bit since the last time we saw her, and now Pepper fits into that lingerie very well. You wouldn't know she wasn't a natural woman unless you checked between her legs."

"It's amazing what a few hormones can do." Carrie observed.

"Combine with our patented Arch technology." Akira replied, speaking more to the audience then her, "We can sculpt a man into any sort of t-girl you'd want. We're even working on new techniques for complete gender transformation, although that's not what we do here on this show."

Megumi said, "She is a girl now."

"Yes, she's definitely a girl, mind and body." Akira agreed, and the audience cheered.

Well, duh, I was a girl, of course. It felt like the most obvious, natural thing to think of myself that way. I may have a penis, but as anyone could plainly see, I was a hot sexy chick. I was a pretty girl. I recalled that I had been afraid when the transformation had first started, but now I couldn't imagine why. I did I few more turns and then Megumi guided me back to the rear of the stage, to take my place next to Jennifer and Jazmin. I walked up there, I made sure to swing my hips and give my thong covered butt a little wiggle and a sexy sway.

As I took my place next to the two other girls, we giggled and they complimented me on how hot I looked, which I returned. Then, we waited as Honey was introduced and did her poses. She looked pretty good, but I still thought I was sexier. I was really excited about taking a prize in the contest; to really show everyone what a pretty, sexy, desirable t-girl I had become. I couldn't remember why I'd found the idea so repellant before. I loved to be pretty and hot. Who wouldn't?

Honey finished her strut and joined us in front of the Arches. We traded compliments again, but looking her over I was sure I could beat her. But then Cookie came out: Dazzling, oozing beauty and sexuality, stunning the whole room as she emerged. She practically was sex and desire as she strutted out on stage, exquisitely feminine except for the large bulge in her panties. She dominated the room with her fluid, seductive movements. Once again, I knew there was no way I could beat her.

I also didn't think I could beat Jazmin, either, but I was sure I had a good chance at third place. Cookie skipped up to the rest of us and again it was giggly compliments on how hot we all looked. Honestly, I don't think I can hear that enough.

Akira spoke again, "Well, that's all the ladies for the show, all in their final forms. Feminized both physically and mentally thanks to our new technology. What do you think of you husbands now, wives?"

There was a lot of cheering and giggling from the jury box.

One of them said, "They're so sexy, I'm almost jealous!"

Another one said, "I can't believe that's him."

After they settled down a bit, Akira went on, "Yes, yes, we all love watching them transform, don't we viewers? They sure do struggle but in the end they always love, isn't that right, Megumi?"

"Best thing that ever happened to me." The naked Megumi purred.

"Yes, but it does seem that you ladies were quite dishonest with your husbands, doesn't it?" Akira mused, "I mean, tricking them into coming here, getting them to sign papers, lying to them knowing full well what we intended to do to them? Wasn't that all very deceitful of you? Especially to the men you'd given your hearts to?"

"So what?" One of the wives groaned.

"Yeah, as long as we get paid, it's all for the best." Carrie added.

"They deserve it!" Insisted another (Honey's wife, I think, from the way Honey flinched)

"Well, then, I guess that makes it all right." Akira grinned with that sparklingly white smile, "But I'm afraid that it seems we haven't been totally honest with you ladies either."

There was a chuckle from the audience, and the wives suddenly went very quiet. It was very obvious that the audience knew what was going to happen next, and suddenly it was our wives here the subject of whatever they hadn't been told about.

Akira continued, "As I told you, your husbands were subjected to cutting edge brainwashing and personality rewriting techniques inside The Arch. Well, we didn't just make them docile and feminine. We changed them to crave only men and other shemales. Oh, I'm afraid that while they may appreciate your looks and what you have up top, they now have now interest at all in what you have between your legs."

What? I stopped and thought about it. Had they really done that to me, without me realizing it? I thought of all the images I'd seen inside The Arch and realized that there had been no pussy anywhere in them. I tried to picture Carrie naked, but I found myself imagining her with a cock. I almost started giggling at the thought. I tried to imagine her with her pussy, the way I'd always known her, but I found myself disinterested in it. Not disgusted, simply not stimulated by the image. Then I pictured Akira naked and shivers of pleasure pulsed through me.

My god, they had really done it. They had made me gay. Well, since I was a girl, maybe that was strait, but whatever the case, they had changed my preferences from pussy to dick. This should have horrified and angered me, but in my new state of mind, all it did was arouse me. I was a slutty girl. I'd spread my legs for anything with a cock. I grinned, blushing as I realized the truth of this.

There was a long pause from the wives as they digested what they had just been told. One by one, looks of shock, horror or anger appeared on their faces as they all collectively realized what had been done. What they had just done.

"No!" One of the wives gasped.

"You can't do this!" Carrie cried, her eyes wide with shock.

"Oh, I'm afraid that according to the papers you guys all signed, we can." Akira told her, "In fact, you gave up all rights to your husbands when you signed to do this show. You did give us the rights to do whatever we wanted to them. If we were going to lie to your husbands, you really shouldn't be too surprised that we would deceive you as well. Oh, but don't worry too much. Some of those papers you signed were annulments of your marriages, so there won't be a need for a messy divorce later."

While that didn't make any of them feel better, it did make me feel a little better. Now I wouldn't have to use my prize money for a long divorce proceeding. Akira was right, I simply didn't find Carrie that interesting without a dick between her legs. If felt so strange to be accepting of that, but I guess that's what The Arch did. Certainly before I would been horrified at the prospect of divorcing Carrie. Now, it just felt like the natural thing to do. I looked Carrie right in the eyes as she stared at me and shrugged, giving her a wicked little smile in the process. All the wives looked stricken and one of them looked like all the color had drained out of her face. Hell, she looked like her legs had almost turned to rubber.

"You son of a bitch!" One of the wives screamed at him angrily (Jennifer's, I think).

"Well, I'm very sorry that you had to meet my mother, but that changes nothing." Akira calmly replied to general hilarity.

As it all sunk in, the wives at stood there looking ashen and stricken, as if finally realizing what they were losing. As if finally realizing what they had done.

Of course, the thought that the producers and staff of this show were just as guilty of deception and lies as our wives were floated into my head, but it seemed to vanish just as quickly, dissipating like smoke as soon as it had appeared.

Akira continued, rather callously as the wives wailed and moaned, "All right, we'll be taking the ladies back stage and coming up, the main part of the competition begins."

The audience roared with enthusiasm, and we t-girls were ushered back into the same room as before. As I left the stage, I glanced back at the stricken form of my ex-wife Carrie. I smiled; it would seem she had gotten a taste of her own medicine.

As I walked into the room, my mind was swimming. It was unbelievable what had been done to me; my whole body and mind, hell, my very sexuality, altered completely. I should have been angry, horrified beyond belief at what was forcefully done to me, what had been taken from me (my entire masculinity), but I just felt happy and contented. I knew, in my mind, that this was the result of the conditioning that had been given to me, that somewhere in there the old me was screaming in objection, but I couldn't bring myself to care that much. Instead, I just loved my new body, my new breasts and my cute bubble butt. Megumi had been right, I was much happier like this. I certainly didn't feel as depressed and stressed out as I used to be.

As with the last time I was in here, I didn't see the wives anywhere, and I assumed that they must have their own backstage waiting room. As I sat down I noticed that amongst the usual fashion and women oriented magazines that had been on the table before were now several issues of Playgirl along with more explicit gay oriented skin mags and several shemale periodicals, loaded with explicit photographs. It was all very sexy, and I practically drooled looking over them and seeing all the nice cocks in there. I discovered I definitely wasn't a size queen as the smaller ones turned me on just as much as the big monster dicks.

We sat around talking about hair, make up, and clothes, but mostly the conversation was about guys: What kind we liked, what kind of cocks we liked, and what kind of fantasies we had of them. It was a topic the girls who worked on the show were all too happy to get in on.

My mind did backflips: I had never had sex with a man before, and I had never played with a penis other than my own in my life. That omission to me now seemed absurd, and I wondered about what my first time would be like? I was sure there would be a first time, 'because unless Carrie got a dick implanted on her, I wasn't going back to that. It seemed ridiculous to me now that anyone would want to fuck someone who couldn't fuck them in return. Don't get me wrong, I still appreciated a pretty girl, and I could probably still have sex with one and enjoy it. I just didn't think I'd like it as much as with someone with a dick. I knew that was the result of the brainwashing, but I didn't care. In fact, I actually felt grateful to them that this exciting new world was now open to me. I loved being a shemale. I was a sexy girl.

As with the last time that we were back there, the girls came and got us one at a time. While we waited, we leafed through the magazines and giggled with each other, pointing out the pictures we liked. Needless to say, we were all getting pretty aroused pretty fast, and my erection was pressing against my panties. Each one seemed to take a long time, but finally they came back and got me. Leading me back the same stage door, I wondered what the next part of the competition was. I asked the girl who was leading me.

She giggled merrily, "You'll love it, don't worry."

And that was all she told me. I waited behind the door until I heard Megumi introduce me again, and then I strutted out on stage with the sexiest walk I could muster. It was strange that I knew how to walk in these heels so well. Goosebumps rose on my skin as I felt all the eyes on me. Everyone was watching me, I was the center of attention once again, and I was loving it. The cameras thrilled me as well, recording every inch of my nubile new body to be broadcast to the world (well, a small part of the world). I moved out to the middle of the stage where I saw Akira and Megumi waiting on me. In front of the Arches I could see Jennifer and Jazmin standing there. Both were naked, and both had a flushed but thrilled look on their faces. I trolled up to where Akira and the still naked (and hard) Megumi stood.

Carrie and two other women were in the box area. One of them, the one who had called Akira a son of a bitch, stood there with her arms folded on her chest, looking angry, bitter, and pissed off, with a hint of moisture in her eyes. The second one, simply stood there crying, clasping and unclasping her hands, her eyes cast to the floor. Carrie, for her part, looked around nervously like she didn't know what to expect. They must have brought the wives out one by one, like us, I figured.

"Welcome back, Pepper." Akira said jovially, "How are you feeling?"

"I'm horny." I answered honestly, to some laughter and many cat calls.

Akira laughed, "Well, in that case, I think you'll be happy with the next part of our challenge."

Carrie suddenly spoke, "Peter! You don't have to do what they tell you! Please listen to me, I was wrong. You don't have to do this."

Oh, I get it: She was totally all for me being here before, but now that she wasn't getting all she wanted she suddenly wanted me to forfeit the competition. Well, that wasn't going to happen, bitch, I had burning desire to win, and I wasn't backing out now. I ignored her, and kept my eyes on Akira.

"What do you want me to do?" I cooed as seductively as I could manage, raising my eyebrows a little as I said it.

"We want you to perform, of course." Megumi grinned.

"We want you to show us just how much of a horny t-girl slut you've turned into." Akira told me.

I gasped, "You mean you want me to have . . . ? With guys? Right here, on stage? In front of the audience? In front of the cameras?"

"Yes." Akira answered simply.

I think I almost came right there. My cock strained in my panties and my nipples hardened at the prospect of everyone seeing what a sexy little tramp I'd become. My breathing deepened and I felt my face flush a little. The whole idea of everyone's eyes on me as I got down and dirty with someone seemed like a dream cum true for a born exhibitionist like me. I giggled a little, biting my lip as shivers ran up and down over my skin. I couldn't wait to begin, I wanted this in the worst way.

"Don't do it, Peter." Carrie called frantically, "Don't do it."

My name was Pepper now, Damnit. She gave it to me, the least she could do was call me by it. I ignored her again.

Instead, I asked Akira, "With who?"

Megumi led me over to one of the rectangular curtained areas on the side of the stage, putting her arm around my waist to guide me. I did the same, slipping my arms around her. At first I thought it was going to be her I was supposed have sex with, which was very exciting, but then we approached the area on stage right and the curtains began to rise. They gathered in folds at the bottom like an old movie theater, rising up even as the frame overhead that held began to rise itself.

As they pulled up, they revealed a small set behind them. At first, it was shrouded in shadows and all I could see was the silhouette of two figures standing in the darkness, but then the lights began to come up on it slowly and I began to make out what was inside. It was made up to look like some kind of Caribbean hotel, with wicker furniture around, a large double bed in the middle and a behind it all, a series of picture window door that looked out on a painted backdrop of a beach at sunset.

But what really caught my attention was who was standing in the room: It was Taylor and Mike, my co-workers from the publishing house. They were still dressed the same way they had been out in the audience, jeans and t-shirts, but they seemed to have removed their shoes. I couldn't believe that I had never noticed how good they both looked. They were both very handsome, with lean but well-toned bodies. Taylor had blonde hair that he brushed back over his head with a slight wave, his face long with a pronounced but not ugly chin, while Mike had jet black hair parted down the middle which was slightly thick over a round face. Both looked so appetizing and attractive standing there, waiting for me. I felt hot, and I blushed a little bit, looking them over. My cock twitched a little in my panties as I gaxed at them.

"Alright, Pepper," Megumi urged me playfully, "Go show them what you can do."

Need and desire were flowing through me. I licked my lips sensually and began to move towards them, getting closer and closer with each clop of my high heeled shoes. I let a hand run over my body, gently touching my own breast and across my flat bare stomach as I moved. I wanted them both, badly. So much I could taste it from here.

But I stopped. I hesitated.

Although I felt like a girl, through and through, there was that tiny remainder of a male voice screaming at me that this wasn't right, that this wasn't how I was. Was I really going to do this? Have sex with a man? I wanted to, in the worst way, my desire was eating up my insides, but there was a shiver of fear rising at the thought of the upcoming act. A small part of me knew that once I did this, there would be no going back. I would be abandoning my former life entirely to embrace this new one that I really didn't know anything about. Could I do this? Should I do this?

Carrie, emboldened by my hesitation, took advantage of it to cry, "Peter, please, you don't have to do this. I was wrong, I was wrong to trick you into this, I'm so sorry. Come back to me. We'll . . . we'll get the apartment, you can keep writing the way you want to. Just don't . . . just don't leave me. Don't let them win."

For a second, I considered her words. I thought about it, I thought about turning around and going back to Carrie.

And then Taylor smiled.

To hell with Carrie.

It was a radiant, white toothed smile that made my heart melt right there. My needs reared up inside of me, and quivers ran up and down my body as I looked him over. He was so gorgeous, everything I could ever want in a man. And I did want a man. Deep in my very being I wanted a man. I wanted a cock. Part of me resented that it was all a product of my conditioning, but most of me didn't care. Tingles flowed on my shecock, and I ran my hands over my breasts, my breasts that now felt like a part of me, licking my lips as I eyed my two co-worker.

Yes, I could do this. Yes I would do this.

I started forward, clicking my high heels on the stage, my heart beating harder with every step I took towards them. My hips shifted back and forth, giving my movements a sexy little wiggle to them. The head of my dick was peeking out of the top of my panties and my nipples pressed through the material of my bra. I gave my long red hair a little toss as I approached them, my eyes filled with carnal intent. I heard Carrie cry something at me but I paid it no attention, my focus was purely on the two men in front of me. I couldn't reach them fast enough, and I could see the bulges in their pants. Bulges that inflamed my lust and caused a deep inborn need inside me to get at what they had concealed there.

I stepped up to them, my hands running over my hips. Just being this close to them I could feel the heat from their bodies. Mine was warming up considerably as well, and I licked my lips again before I spoke.

"Hi, guys." I purred.

"Hi." Mike replied, quiet as always.

"Hello, Pepper." Taylor said, turning on the charm and causing my heart to melt under his gaze.

Without wasting any time, I reached up and put my arms around his neck, pulling him down to me. I shivered as I felt his hands grip my hips and pull my feminized body close to his. Our eyes locked and I felt like I was drowning in his spectacular gaze. My heart fluttered in my chest and I wanted nothing less than to do anything he wanted me to. And then he leaned down, his eyes closed, and we kissed. I closed my eyes and felt myself dissolve into his arms. The audience cheered and hollered in glee. His lips moved against mine and we kissed deeply, sucking face like two teenagers on prom night. His tongue slipped into my mouth, twisting around mine and exploring.

I had never kissed a man before, but I knew the rightness of it the minute his lips met mine. He wrapped his arms around me, pulling my body against his. I could feel his hard cock pressing against mine, the two organs separated only by the material of our clothes. I felt my breasts rub against his chest. They were so sensitive, I don't know how I ever was without them. I loved my breasts.

The kiss went on for a long time, but finally Taylor broke it. I moved back a little from him and felt Mike's arms slide over my shoulders. I let my arm slip around his waist and I tilted my head up as he kissed me. His kiss was good, but not as good as Taylor's. As I kissed and tongued him, I felt Taylor's hands on my breasts. I shivered as he pulled the cup of my bra down, exposing one stiff nipple. He pulled it and tweaked it, and then lowered his head and flicked his tongue teasingly over it. I moved my hips, still kissing Mike as he took my nipple in his mouth and sucked it.

It felt good, really good, and he soon moved over to the next one, pulling it out and baring both my breasts. His hand ran over the front of my panties, feeling my hard cock. I had slipped a hand down and gave Mike's firm butt a squeeze.

Almost without me knowing it, my bra was undone and Taylor was slipping it off of me. I dropped my arms from around Mike and let him take it all the way off, stripping me topless. I could feel eyes on my bared breasts and I quivered in joy. Taylor moved his hands up to my breasts and squeezed them gently. He really knew what he was doing as I wiggled under his touch, my mouth moving on Mike's lips. My hand slipped down and cupped Mike's crotch, feeling his stiff dick under my hand. It twitched and hardened with my touch, and the very thought that I was making guys hard turned me on even more.

"Peter! Stop it!" Carrie cried, "Don't do that!"

I barely registered what the irritating shrew said. Taylor knelt down and gripped my panties on either side of my hips. He smoothly slid them down my thighs, my stiff she-cock bouncing out in front of me as he did so. He pulled my underwear down my legs and to my ankles, and I gingerly stepped out of them trying not to get them caught on my heels. He tossed them aside, rendering me naked once more, just the way I liked it. I giggled a little, giddy and being exposed in front of so many people, my exhibitionist glee warming my body. Through all of this I hadn't broke the kiss with Mike.

When I finally did, Taylor kissed me again, rising to his feet, and nibbled at my neck.

"Maybe we're a little over dressed." He suggested.

I laughed, "Yeah, I think you are."

Taylor pulled his shirt off, revealing his smooth, chiseled chest. As he started to undo his pants, I found myself sinking to my knees in front of him. I reached up and helped him, pulling his pants down and letting his big dick pop free. I squealed in glee at the sight of it, tingles rushing up and down my body. I loved that penis, I wanted it so badly. He was large, fully erect now with thick veins pulsing throughout. Desire welled up in me and I knew this was all that I wanted. I pulled his pants and underwear all the way down and he stepped out of them, rendering himself completely naked. I turned to do the same thing for Mike but found him already nude, his cock at attention right in front of me. He wasn't quite as big as Taylor, but it looked every bit as delicious.

I knew exactly what to do. The Arch had taught me well.

"Peter!" Carrie shrieked, "Don't you dare suck that man's dick! I'm warning you!"

I tuned out the shrieking harpy and took his cock in my hand. I ran my fingers up and down its length, feeling the warm girth and the soft spongy tip.

"You know you want to suck that." Megumi giggled from somewhere behind me.

And I did. Oh god, I did.

I let my tongue flick out and I licked the tip of Mike's cock, running my tongue all over the tip. I moved down and ran my lips along the shaft. I slipped down all the way to his balls, sucking them lightly before moving back up to the spongy tip. I let it slip past my lips and into my mouth. It felt right at home there in my mouth, and I knew I belonged there on my knees with a cock in my mouth. I began to suck him, taking him deep in my throat. The Arch seemed to have eliminated my gag reflex and I swallowed him all the way down. I bobbed my head up and down, drawing my lips over the skin as I sucked his cock like a pro.

"Oh my god!" Mike moaned, "I think she likes it."

I loved sucking cock, just loved it. I bounced my head on his cock, listening to his groans of pleasure and shivering with the knowledge that it was me who was giving it to him. After a while of doing that, Taylor's cock was waving in my face, and I switched over, keeping on hand on Mike's penis and jerking him off while I swallowed Taylor's massive meat. My own dick twitched in pleasure as the head of Taylor's cock practically tickled my tonsils. I was slurping on him sloppily, licking the head and sucking him good, pausing to rub his penis lovingly on my cheeks.

At some point, they picked me up and lay me on the bead flat on my back. Mike got up over my head and slipped his cock into my mouth, which I enthusiastically took, my nostrils filled with his sexy man sent. To my utter surprise, Taylor got down and began to lick and suck my small she-cock, taking it between his lips and slurping on it good. I rolled my hips as he sucked me, doing a much better job than Carrie ever did. Real men knew how to suck cock, I decided. I gripped Mike's rod with my hand as I swallowed him deep, his hips moving as he fucked my face, my other hand caressing my large breasts, teasing the hard nipples.

Taylor's mouth moved up and down on my cock.

"Mmmm, I love your little shemale dick." He said when he came up for air.

I had never had any idea that Taylor was into shemales. It seemed now that he really loved them. Good for me, but I guess you never know people. I wiggled my hips, slipping my cock in and out of his mouth, my own mouth working greedily on Mike's dick. His cock felt like it belonged in my mouth, the feel of his girth against my lips was the most natural and wonderful thing ever.

"Oh!" I cried as I felt Taylor's finger touch my asshole.

I opened my legs wider, turning my hips up to him as he pushed his finger, lubed up with his own saliva, into my ass. I let out a small moan as he slid easily in and then added another finger, moving them in and out of my rectum and finger fucking me. I cooed with delight, slurping on Mike's member as a third finger penetrated me. He began to twist them as he moved them in and out, causing my body to shake and twist in pleasure.

"Lookit that." Mike observed, "I bet she'd gonna love it up the ass."

I thought back to the stretching my ass had gotten from the dildo in The Arch and how good it had felt and thought I already did love up the ass. But this would be my first time with a real honest to goodness dick inside of me. No rubber substitute, I was about to get the real thing, and I shivered in anticipation.

After a little while more of the finger banging, Taylor pulled them out and then rolled over on his back on the bed. Gripping his dick at the base, he looked over at me impishly.

"Come on, Pepper." He urged, "Climb aboard and go for a ride."

Obediently, I got over him, with my legs on either side of him, my left leg on the knee and my right one up on my foot. My dick pulsed with arousal as I reached down and took Taylor's cock in my hand, lowering myself down and guiding his manhood towards my hole. I shivered with nervousness. This was it, once I took it up the ass, once I had a real penis up my butt, there'd be no turning back. No way could I call myself strait anymore. The thought was dismissed, however, by the certainty that I was a girl now, and nothing could be more natural then to take this dick inside of me. I looked in Taylor's eyes as I felt the spongy head of his prick push past the rim of my ass, slipping easily into my hole.

"Ah! Oh!" I cried.

His girth spread my ass, filling me up as I lowered down further, driving him deeper into me. As soon as I felt his penis sliding into my ass, I knew I was no longer a man. I began to move up and down, riding him cowgirl style as he thrust his hips up at me, burying himself deep in my boypussy. I could feel him pressing against my prostate, against my boyclit, spreading my opening and filling me deliciously. Why didn't all men want to get fucked in the ass? It was so wonderful, so perfect. I cried out in joy as he fucked me deeply. I started to move faster, loving the feeling of him inside me. I felt his hand slip up from my hips and kneed my breasts between his fingers. My dick flopped up and down as I moved. It was everything I could have hoped for sex to be.

I felt my mind exploding, thoughts and images flooding me. Something had happened the minute I took and actual penis in my ass, some kind of residual programming left from The Arch. It flooded every corner of being, rushing out and taking over, electrifying every synapse in my brain as it rewrote me in a delirious all expansive flood of euphoria and stimulation. Suddenly, those strange buried images from inside The Arch began to flood my mind. All those strange memory like scenes that had been buried deep beneath the rest of it were suddenly coming forward and filling my brain, soaking into every single corner of my mind filling each and every cell. It was everywhere, saturating me with itself, forcing its way into my very being. There was no Peter anymore. I was sex, I was a girl, I was Pepper and I was . . . I was . . .

. . .

His cock was like, oh my god, so magical. I rode him, driving him deep into my ass as I lost myself in his wonderful eyes. I was completely unhinged, my libido relentlessly out of its cage and in charge. My brain was over stimulated and I could not for the moment remember where I was or how I'd gotten there, only that I was getting a totally awesome fucking from the hot stud underneath me. Another cock was in my face and I took it in my mouth without question, sucking whoever it was with my customary relish. I was a slutty girl. I felt his warm length slipping past my lips and into my mouth, enjoying the taste of him and the feeling of his cock head tickling the back of my throat. I reached down with one hand and gripped my own cute little dick and began to jerk myself, tingles running through my crotch as the dick inside me pushed against my boy clit.

As my senses came back to me, I began to remember: I was on a game show and I was fucking my coworkers Taylor and Mike for a prize. Everything felt hazy, but was coming back into focus. But like, who cared, I had two hot guys with two hot cocks to play with. What more could a horny shemale slut ask for?

I could feel everyone's eyes on me from the audience, and I shivered with glee. I loved being exposed like this in front of them, to have all these people watching me, seeing me as I did nasty naughty things. It energized me and sent shivers all over my naked body. I rode Taylor's cock, my tits and dick bouncing up and down as I did. My cries were smothered by Mike's penis jammed down my throat, but I sucked him wildly, enjoying the taste of cock. That was what I needed, and what I wanted: I lived for cock. To have a man's penis inside me was what made me happier than anything else.

We changed positions. I felt a brief feeling of loss as I moved off of Taylor, the slight squishing sound of his prick sliding out of me making part of me want to jam it back in. But hey, I wasn't going to be empty for long, and I knew it. I crawled over the bed on my hands and knees, moving my hips slowly and sensually in anticipation. My butt was high in the air, my knees spread giving them full easy access to my waiting boipussy. My breasts and my cock hung down from my body, swaying slightly with my wiggling movements.

This time it was Mike who got behind me and pressed his dick against my opening. He slid in easily, Taylor's bigger cock having loosened me up nicely.

"Ahhh! Uh! Fuck, yeah!" I cried out as he sodomized me.

I had positioned myself at a slight angle, so that the audience out there and the cameras could get the best possible view of my naked body as I got fucked. Mike began ramming it into me, moving in and out with passionate thrusts of his hips, his hand gripping my thighs and pressing delightfully into my soft, supple flesh. I rocked back and forth as he filled me, my breasts and cock swinging like pendulums underneath me. I knew one of the cameras was right behind us, capturing his cock sliding in and out of my hot t-girl ass, and I felt a racing excitement as I knew soon people would be masturbating to video of me getting fucked. I loved the idea and made me even hornier then before. Eyes, eyes on me, watching me. That was what I wanted, I wanted everyone to share in my sexuality, to make love to with their eyes.

I opened my own eyes and was greeted by the wonderful sight of Taylor's hard penis in my face. I knew exactly what to do and took his dick in my hand, jerking him slowly. I rubbed his manhood lovingly against my cheeks before taking him into my mouth once more and letting him slip deep into my throat. I felt Taylor's fingers slip into my hair and grip it as he thrust his hips at me, fucking my face as Mike fucked my ass. I sucked him deep, rocking between the two of them, delirious in happiness. This was how I loved to be, naked and getting screwed from both ends. My stiff little cocky twitched and leaked a little precum as Mike's dick pushed inside of me.

How long we stayed like that is kind of a blur, but I didn't mind. I twisted and trashed and my body shook with ecstasy while the audience hooted and clapped and cheered us on. I tried to give the best performance I could, I really wanted to win this thing. I thought for sure Cookie and Jazmin would take first and second place, respectively, but I knew, just knew that I could totally snag third place in this show. Sure, I'd rather have been number one, but let's be realistic, the other two girls were way hotter than me. Don't get me wrong, I'm still one hot little tamale, but I didn't think I'd beat those two.

Goose bumps were rising on my skin and my whole body felt alive, the kind of alive that only comes from a real good fucking. Totally lost in the two studly pricks I had to play with, the world around me seemed to fade away, though I was still aware enough of all those lust filled gazed running over my exposed flesh to let it energize and arouse me more.

It was so totally awesome being a shemale. All the guys wanted to fuck me, I had this great sexy body, huge luscious breasts, and I'm prettier than most regular girls (not, you know, to sound too stuck up or anything). But I really felt that hot t-girls like me totally had it made. I guess there were some reasons for natural born girls to fear us: T-girls love sex, we love to suck cock, we love it up the ass, and you can't get us pregnant. A totally delightful package if you ask me. I'm not saying every guy should run out and feminize themselves. That would totally suck. But I'm just saying that if you are a shemale, well you're just totally lucky, just like me.

We changed positions again, Mike pulled out of me and I was laid on my back. Taylor got around in front of my and pushed my legs all the way back. I spread them wide, gleefully exposing myself to him pornographically. My little shecock twitched in anticipation as Taylor ran his cock head over my waiting hole, teasing me. Mike's hands were on my breasts, teasing the nipples and getting them hard.

"You want this, baby?" Taylor leered at me.

"God yeah! Stick it deep inside me." I gasped in delirious bliss.

I let out a satisfied grunt as I felt his cock head push past the ring of my boipussy and enter me again. As he started to fuck me, I slid a hand over my breasts and down my stomach, feeling my own smooth, hairless flesh before finally taking my own dick in my hand and masturbating myself as Taylor fucked me. I bucked my hips at him, letting him drive deeper into me with each thrust.

Masturbating feels totally awesome with a nice big cock in my ass. I undulated my body and moaned. Mike strattled my head and slipped his penis right back in my mouth where it belonged. I eagerly bobbed my head as best I could in the position I was in, letting his man meat fill my throat while Taylor's cock worked his magic in my ass. I was going completely wild, feeling animalistic and almost like I was losing my humanity in the process. I bucked my hips and shuddered as his large penis reached deep inside of me. I wrapped my legs around him and gleefully pulled him into me.

The longer they fucked me, the more I could feel my passion build. I thought of all those people in the audience watching me. I thought of all those people at home that were going to be watching me (though I like, totally didn't know how large the subscribers were to the service this thing was on were.). I thought of Megumi and Akira and all those hot t-girls on the crew getting boners watching me get screwed, and the pleasure in my cock started to build. It built up gradually, but was definitely on the rise. I shook and twisted my body as my orgasm approached, slipping Mike's cock out of my mouth (wouldn't want to cause any unfortunate damage). I filled the air with moans and grunts, as I got closer and closer.

"Oh! Ah! Oh, yes, I'm cumming! I'm cumming!" I cried out.

I let out a loud moan and arched my back, rapidly pumping my cute little cock as Taylor sodomized me, moving his manhood into my body. A massive orgasm exploded from my cock, washing over my body in wave of delight. I writhed in ecstasy as I came. I only dribbled a little bit of milky fluid out of my tiny cock, but the pleasure was astonishing, and I pumped every last bit of satisfaction out of my girl member. With Taylor's cock pressing against my prostate, and my hand working faster and faster, I drew my cum out as long as I could, my face flushing hot and my body squirming in delight.

As soon as I finished, I was suddenly down on my knees on the floor, sucking both men off as they stood on either side of me. I moved from one to the other, taking each man's cock in my mouth in turn. I worked all my cocksucking magic of both of them. I suck real good dick, so they weren't disappointed as I shamelessly swallowed their pricks, desperately longing form them to cum.

Taylor came first, coating the inside of my mouth with his seed. I lapped up and swallowed every last drop of it, pumping each last drop out with my hands and mouth. Mike came last, pulling out of my mouth and coating my bit tits with all his yummy cum. I gleefully rubbed it all over my skin, swirling a finger in it and sucking it off with my lips while giving the camera my best naughty girl look.

The audience roared with approval, and I waved to them happily, giddy at having gotten so nasty right in front of them. The lights dimmed and the curtain lowered and soon we were blocked off from view.

The girls came over and escorted the men out, and then went about cleaning me up and fixing my hair and my make-up. After they were done, I was escorted out of the curtained area and to the area in front of The Arches where the other two contestants were. Jazmin and Jennifer right away started gushing about how hot that was and how sexy I looked out there, and I kept giggling and telling them how hot they were too.

Honey came out next, and the curtain on the second rectangle rose on a fairy princess style girl's bedroom. She got to work gleefully on a guy who was apparently her roommate. And then, the last contestant, Cookie came out. The curtains rose on the rectangle I had been in, but a new set was there, made up to look like a smoky pool hall. There were two guys in there who lived in Cookie's building and they fucked on the pool table in the middle of the set. Naturally, Cookie's was the best one, and she stopped the show by taking two cocks up her ass at once. Damn, why didn't I think of that?

Once her segment was complete, all the women in that jury box like area were led off the stage and Akira addressed the audience.

"All right, ladies and gentlemen," He announced, "We now come to the part where you guys make the final decision. You were all given you're key pad devices. Go ahead and vote for your favorites, and we'll be back after this word from our sponsors."

Akira and Megumi walked off stage and began to talk about something I couldn't hear. I sat there, clasping and unclasping my hands. I felt really nervous. Yeah, I totally wanted to tell myself that it was great just to be on the show and I didn't care if I won, but that was all bunk: I really wanted to win. I still held out hope that I could take third place, the audience seemed to really like me. I'd tried to do the best, be the sexiest t-girl I could, but I worried that wouldn't be enough. I know it was like, totally silly; just for being on the show I was nabbing fifteen million dollars, which should be more than enough, it wasn't like I was that greedy. But as shallow as it sounds, I craved everyone's approval. Maybe I was more vain then greedy.

The cameras began rolling again after they all entered their votes and it was all tallied up. After giving a standard welcome back viewers spiel, Megumi entered, still as naked as we were, pushing a cart that had three tiaras on it. One seemed to be bronze, the second silver, and the third gold. So, basically, like in the Olympics.

"Ladies and gentlemen, we are now at the moment you've all been waiting for." Akira sweepingly declared, "You're votes have been counted and now, you get to decide which of our lovely constants wins the competition."

I found I was wringing my hands together so tightly they had started to hurt. My heart thumped in my chest and felt fear gnawing in my belly. This was it. Would I be good enough for them? I bit my lip in anticipation.

Akira announced, "And the third place winner, taking home the bronze tiara and twenty five million dollars in cash . . . "

I realized I was holding my breath, but I couldn't let it go.

". . . contestant number . . . one: Jennifer!" Akira announced.

I felt my heart sink down the bottom of my shoes, but I hugged her and congratulated her just the same as she squealed and bounced about in glee. I gave her my best smile, but I felt miserable. I knew Jazmin would have to take second and Cookie first. I had failed, and even though the consolation prize amount would make me very happy, but right now it was bitter pill to swallow. I felt . . . ugly, almost. As if this sexy body just didn't make the cut. I know that was silly, but the feeling was very depressing.

I noticed that there was another woman brought into the jury box area. She didn't seem all that excited by the events. While Jennifer bounced over to Akira with wild glee, the woman in jury box stared in what looked like horror. There was some general hilarity when Akira got Jennifer's name wrong, which absurdly made the woman cry out in horror and back up several feet, clapping her hands to her mouth.

Jennifer was given her tiara and there was a general Q & A, but I didn't pay much attention to it. I just wanted to finish off this gig, get my consolation prize and forget the whole humiliating experience. God, was I really this shallow, that not winning was so detrimental to me. I guess seeing how I looked, Jazmin put a hand on my shoulder.

"Don't worry, you were really sexy and really hot." She assured me, "People will be jerking off to you for weeks."

"You're sweet, thanks." I told her with a half-smile.

Still my eyes were cast down a little. But I could deal with this. Hell, I got to be naked and get fucked in front of all these people, that was like a dream cum true for me. I was a slutty girl, after all. I started to feel better as I thought of that. All the while, Jennifer was moved to standing off to the side, and the next winner was about to be announced, but I hardly paid attention to any of that. I was just wondering if they'd let me come back and compete again sometime.

Akira went, "And now, for our second place winner. Taking home the silver tiara as well as fifty million dollars cash. And the winner is: Contestant number . . . three! Pepper!"

It almost didn't register with me right away that he was talking about me. When it finally penetrated (giggle) and I realized everyone was looking at me and clapping, I let out a squeal of pure delight! I'd done it! I didn't know how, but I'd taken second place. I almost fell off the platform as I ran down the small stairs towards the front of the stage, practically hyperventilating with excitement. I swear I thought I was gonna cum right there on the stage. I ran towards Akira and Megumi, my boobs and cock bouncing as my naked body covered the distance. I must have been grinning like a total idiot, but I didn't care, I had just won.

As I crossed over, I noticed that there was a second woman in that jury box like area, who started at me with a blank expression of shock. Weirder still, the first woman was curled up on the floor, crying miserably, rocking back and forth as her body was wracked with uncontrollable sobs.

"I lost him. I lost him." She muttered, "Oh god, what have I done?"

I ignored the surreal scene, too jazzed and giddy to be brought down now. I bounded up to Akira and Megumi. Giving Megumi a great big hug, our naked bodies pressing against one another and our cocks rubbing together. It was very pleasant, and Megumi even ground her hips against me a little, which was very erotic. But the show must go on, so we broke apart and Megumi put the silver Tiara on my head. I was laughing and giggling, totally giddy like a school girl. The fact that I was naked in front of all those people helped a lot too.

"Congratulations." Megumi said, "You look beautiful."

"Of course I do, I'm a princess." I giggled happily.

Okay, so, I ripped off that line from The Big Bang Theory. Sue me, it was the first thing that came into my head. The audience, was cheering and applauding, and I felt like I was over the moon with happiness. I ran over to Akira and threw my arms around him, hugging him tightly. I thought I was gonna start crying up there I was so happy.

I ran my hand over his chest and down towards his crotch, trying to feel it through his pants. My dick was getting hard again, all the excitement of winning had turned me on considerably. Not unreasonably, he was hard under his pleated suit pants.

"Wanna fuck me?" I asked him mischievously, "We can go right over to one of those sets. Come on, you, me, in front of everybody."

"I'd love to, but I have a show to host." He chuckled, running his hand along the side of his face.

He then leaned in and whispered in my ear, "Beside, I'll see you at the wrap party, and I bet I'll give you what you want there."

I grinned at him and let him go.

"So, you're pretty excited." Akira laughed, "Taking home the silver Tiara and 50 million dollars."

"Not to mention I get to be naked in front of all these people." I replied, striking a few poses.

"Yes, that is another perk." Megumi smiled.

Akira went on, "So, Peter, how does it feel to be our second place winner?"

That stopped me. I looked at him, furrowing my brow in confusion.

"Who's Peter?" I asked incredulously.

Seriously, how could he have gotten my name that wrong? Calling me by a boy's name? Ridiculous! I may have a dick, but as anyone could tell, I was clearly a woman in all other respects.

I heard a loud gasp from the jury box like area. The second woman, an older looking red headed woman had clasped both hands over her mouth and was staring at me in surprise and horrified shock. I couldn't image what for. Who the hell was she, anyways? And what did she have to do with the show? I had no idea who she was.

"I'm sorry," Laughed Akira, "I haven't got a head for names. Why don't you introduce yourself to us again?"

I was handed a microphone by one of the naked t-girls. I started to talk but for a brief moment, I couldn't seem to remember anything about myself; who I was, what I did. It must have been all the nervous jitters cause after a second or two it all came flooding back to me.

"Okay," I said, holding the mic in front of my mouth, "My name is Pepper Popovich. I'm twenty three years old. And I'm single."

As I said that last part, I winked at the audience over my shoulder and added a little seductive tone to it. Letting them know they just might have a chance with a horny t-girl like me. When I said that, however, the red headed old lady in the box area moaned despondently and started sniffling. I cast a strange look in her direction.

Akira interrupted that, "And Pepper, how long have you been a girl?"

Again, there was a pause as I seemed to have trouble accessing my memories. But it was only brief. I must have been really nervous.

"I dressed in girl's clothes ever since I was little." I replied, "I always loved it. All through high school I only dated boys and only wore girl's clothes. I was convincing enough that a lot of guys never knew they'd gone out with a trap. When I turned I turned eighteen I started getting myself feminized, and I've been happy ever since."

"And what do you do for a living, Pepper?" Was Akira's next question.

Again, my memories felt foggy, like waking up from a dream but I finally managed to focus and bring everything back. Scary, that I was having so much trouble remembering things, but at least it was all coming back to me.

"I'm a journalist." I explained cheerily, "I just started working for Moore and Brackett Publishing. I'm going to be writing celebrity gossip, Hollywood stories, and humanistic stories and profiles. Puff pieces, stuff like that. The fun stuff. Also, I'm going to be writing a weekly column in The Gazette chronicling the local nightlife. I work for Taylor and Mike, who you all just saw giving me a good fucking before."

The audience cheered at that one and I gave them and enthusiastic thumbs up, "Yeah! Hooray for good fucking."

I went on, "It works out pretty good because Taylor's my kinda sorta boyfriend, and I live with him. It's a really nice house, got a swimming pool, a gym, a walk in closet and everything, and I really just love Taylor so much."

My heart did a pitter patter, thinking of the love of my life. That was so totally true, I really did love Taylor, so much.

"I thought you said you were single?" Akira asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Well," I grinned sheepishly, "We see other people. Taylor likes to share me."

Megumi grinned, "Swinging. That's the only way to fly."

I heard the old redhead starting to cry miserably. I was confused as to why she was crying and really, what the hell she was doing on the show to begin with? She didn't look at all familiar to me and all she seemed to be doing, all any of those old ladies in the jury box like area had been doing, was watching us. The whole thing was kinda surreal.

"Well, I for one can't wait to read your work." Akira nodded at me, "So, tell us a little bit more about yourself."

This time I had no trouble remembering anything. I gave a brief run-down of my interests: Fashion, social networking sites, bar hopping, and ran down my measurements for them.

I wrapped it all up by turning around with my back to the spectators and looking seductively over my shoulder at the audience, "And I'm a totally horny little slut."

As I said that, I pulled one butt cheek aside with my hand, revealing my boypussy to the audience and pulling it open to expose the pink inside. The audience went wild, cheering and hooting with crazy enthusiasm. I loved that I was getting them all excited and horny. Nothing felt better than to turn people on and make them feel alive. Sure, I was a slut, but I loved being a slut.

"Oh my, no argument here." Akira laughed, actually turning a little red, "Well, everyone give a nice round of applause for Pepper, she really earned it today."

I took a few bows, struck a few more poses as they clapped, and then Megumi led me over to the side of the stage to stand by Jennifer. We complimented each other and hugged each other enthusiastically, Predictably, Cookie won first place. When she came running down she almost fell over. A third woman was brought into that box area who simply looked pissed and miserable, her anger growing with everything Cookie said. Again, Akira got her name bizarrely wrong, to much laughter, but was quickly corrected. Cookie, it seemed, had just been hired as a porn star for a startup company that was to focus on unusual girls. The two guys from her apartment building who she'd fucked on stage were the ones running it. With her in their roster, I was sure they'd make a ton of money.

With that all finished, we were all brought to the front of the stage to take bows as Akira wrapped up the show. After that, audience members were invited up to the stage to take pictures with us, apparently a regular thing, so we posed naked with everyone and really let them touch us however they liked. Lots of hands on my boobs and cock and one guy even slipped some fingers up my ass, but I loved it all and had a blast posing for the cameras. Honestly, it was a lot of fun.

And then, it was time to go. I went back stage and took off the heavy TV make up and put on my own, just like I had ever since I'd been a teenager. I got dressed in a silk black thong and matching black bra and then slipped into a tight low cut, backless micro dress with long sleeves that was practically painted on me, showing my curves and a lot of my ample cleavage. I then put on a pair of black six inch stiletto heels to wrap the whole thing up. My purse had been left for me and I slid it over my shoulder, a black leather one that totally went with my outfit. I left the tiara on my head. Hey, I was proud of my win. After that, I headed out the door of the make-up room and into a hallway that led to the parking.

The love of my life, Taylor, was waiting for me in the hall.

I skipped over to him, grinning from ear to ear, my heart thumping in my chest.

"Hey, babe." I cooed seductively as I slipped my arms around him.

"Hey, Princess." He replied, running finger over my Tiara before slipping his manly arms around me and pulling me close to him.

I melted into his arms, tilting my head back and letting his lips crush onto mine. We kissed deeply, our tongues exploring each other's mouths as brought one leg up along his thigh. It was the kind of deep lovers' kiss that we often shared, my heart thumping with affection as our hands moved all over each other. Oddly, it felt strangely like the first time, although I knew we had made out like this on many occasions. I was just excited because of my win, I decided. Still we kissed, my body pressing against him, feeling the warmth and closeness of his body that made me feel safe, secure, and loved.

We broke the kiss and he put his arm around my shoulder, walking my down the hall. I slipped my arm around his waist as we walked, letting him guide me. The hallway was long, and branched off into several directions, but the parking area was straight ahead.

"Come on, sweetie," Taylor said, "The limo is waiting in the parking lot to take us to the wrap party."

"A limo? Oh! Fancy." I giggled.

"Yeah, they're having it at The Jorgensen." He said, naming the ritziest, most expensive hotel in the area.

"Oh! That's fancy too!" I laughed, "Glad they're paying for it."

"Well, it's not like you have to worry about that anymore." Taylor pointed out, "You're fifty million dollars richer."

"Hey, yeah! That's true. Still, I wouldn't wanna blow all that cash on an overpriced place like The Jorgensen. A cup of coffee there costs two or three thousand. I'd be happy staying at The Marriott."

He kissed me, "I'd stay at Motel 6 as long as I'm with you."

"We'll leave the light on for ya'." I kissed him back.

As we walked further down the hallway, I heard some commotion up ahead. As we passed one of the branches, I could see a couple of security guards trying to hold back a woman who was scream at them and trying to force her way past them. To my surprise, it was that redheaded older lady from the show, the one that had stared at me so peculiarly. She went low and slipped around the two rent a cops, running down the hallway. My eyes grew wide as I realized she was heading right for me.

She ran up to me and like, before I could say anything grabbed me away from Taylor. She gripped both of my shoulders staring at my face with this total wild desperation. Oh crap, this bitch is totally fuck'n crazy.

"Peter!" She cried, "Peter please! I know you're still in there. It's me, Carrie. Carrie, your wife."

I shoved her back, "Get off me! My name's not Peter and I don't even know you. I sure as fuck was never married to you, you psycho bitch."

"Peter, please, come back to me." She demanded, "It can be like it was before. We can get the smaller apartment. I don't care about the money any more. I just want you back. I just want my husband back."

"Okay, I've got like, no idea what you're babbling about." I told her, "My name's not Peter, its Pepper and I've never seen you before in my life. So just like, leave me alone and go have your senior moment somewhere else."

The Carrie woman turned towards Taylor, her face a contorted mask of anger, rage and despair. Fuck me sideways did she look scary.

"You! You did this!" She screamed at him, "You sent me that email! Made me think this would be answer to all our problems! You son of bitch, this is your doing!"

"No idea what you mean." Taylor said flatly, with strange hint of a smile.

"You took my husband from me, you lying bastard!" She shrieked like harpy getting a colonoscopy.

She lurched at him, but I was quicker. I darted in between her and Taylor (not that Taylor couldn't have taken her down on his own, I just felt like being Wonder Woman all of a sudden), and shoved her backwards with all my strength. So hard that she staggered back and lost her footing, falling completely over banging against the wall behind her in a sitting position.

"Get off my man, bitch!" I screamed at her.

She just stared at me with wide, uncomprehending eyes. Tears had begun to run down her cheeks and her lower lip trembled ever so slightly.

"Peter . . . Peter, please . . ." She mumbled.

I hitched my purse back up on my shoulder and returned to Taylor, slipping my arm back around him. I was agitated and a little scared by the incident, but as always Taylor's reassuring presence helped me calm down. I just don't know what I would ever do without him, I just love him so much.

"Nice work, super chick." Taylor said.

"What the hell was wrong with here?" I wondered.

Taylor lowered his voice and leaned in a little closer, "She just recently lost her husband."

Oh crap, now I felt bad for her.

I quickly untangled myself from Taylor's arms and ran back to where that Carrie woman was still sitting, sobbing slightly and staring at the opposite wall, tears gushing out her eyes in great rivers.

I leaned down to her, "Carrie?"

She looked up at, her face miserable.

"I know it hurts now, and you don't think the pain will ever go away," I assured her, "But in time, it'll get better. You'll find someone else, and everything will be alright again, you'll see. So buck up, okay?"

That was supposed to make her feel better, but it had the opposite effect and she dropped her face in her hands and began wailing loudly and despondently. I thought about trying to say something else, but I couldn't come up with anything and her misery was making me feel pretty awkward. I tried to talk to her a few more times, but she wouldn't respond to me, just moaned despondently and cried into her hands. If felt so bad for her, but I couldn't really do anything. The two hot security guys had come over and were getting ready to take her out. I didn't know what else to do. So I just left her there and went back to Taylor. I totally felt like an insensitive bitch later for doing that, but at the time I didn't know what else to do.

I went back to Taylor, and again slipped my arm around him, letting him put his reassuring hand on my shoulder. The minute he was close, I relaxed, he always has that effect on me. We continued on our way down the hall.

The limo was waiting just like he said. Actually, it was several limos for all the contestants. We got in and found a fully stocked mini bar as the car took us to the hotel. Once there we were ushered up to a huge penthouse room that more resembled a suburban home then a hotel room, where the party got started.

There was lots of music and drinking, and we all began dancing. I danced with just about everyone there, finding that Akira cut a pretty good rug. Megumi and all the other girls from the show were there along with all the other contestants and their friends, and all the producers. With that many horny t-girls in the room, the dancing soon turned to stripping as we peeled off our clothes and got entirely naked. After a lot of fun naked dancing, the party turned into one giant orgy. I finally got to fuck Akira and Megumi, hell, at one point I was fucking Megumi's ass while Akira fucked mine. Needless to say I was in seventh heaven. Naked t-girls were everywhere, fucking and sucking in shameless abandon. Every one of the producers took a turn with me. They must have been passing out Viagra or something because everyone seemed particularly virile, the orgy went on into the night, and into the wee hours of the morning until we all just fell asleep on the floor.

We woke up the next morning, and off we went again in another long bout of fucking. Finally we finished and took turns cleaning up in the three bathrooms the place came with, most of us sharing the shower three at a time.

And then we bid everyone farewell and went home, back to where I lived with Taylor in his fantastic large house. We were both beat and hung over, but we made love tenderly in our bed before we went to sleep, my naked body pressed against his, my head resting comfortably on the chest of the man I loved. I felt so safe, so secure, and so perfect. It was wonderful. I was his, and I always would be.

And so, I started my new job at Moore and Brackett, settling into my job fairly well. My fun articles seemed to get people's attention and the nightlife ones were definitely a hit. Of course, Taylor and Mike often had me up in their office for a little "private conference", which definitely was the highlight of my work day. Most of my co-workers pretty much knew what was going on in there, since I had only been there a week before everyone realized I was the new office slut. I got a lot of attention from guys, and a lot of bitter shit from the women, though I was able to win most of the girls over with my upbeat and outgoing personality, with a few exceptions. Being a slut meant that the little secret between my legs quickly wasn't a secret anymore, but most of the guys and gals came around. I'm pretty sure I even took this one copy boy's virginity.

Taylor also had another job for me: Often he would entertain business contacts and I would be the entertainment. I didn't mind, I was a slutty girl. Plus if it kept the business running above water, and hence, kept me employed, then I was happy to do it. I think a few of these guys didn't like trans women until I got through with them.

That isn't to say that I was working on my back (not entirely, at any rate). I worked hard on the stories I was assigned, striving to do the very best I could. It got me noticed, and soon my workload had doubled. I seemed to have a real talent for juicy gossip and saucy tales of notable people and places, and I had a lot of fun writing about that stuff.

I kept in touch with the other contestants from the show, and soon they became my regular posse on my excursions to chronical the local nightlife. It worked out fairly well, and we were even talking to a late night cable company about a potential TV show based on it. Something like a shemale version of that show Get Out that used to be on the old HD Net, but with more nudity.

I got lots of phone calls from that Carrie woman. At first, I just hung up on her. But after a while, I began to worry that maybe I was the only person she had been talking to, so I agreed to speak with her as long as she didn't persist in the delusion that I was her late husband. She agreed and after a while we were having weekly lunches together. She turned out to be okay, friendly and talkative, but constantly haunted by a deep, dark sadness. I mean, she was fun and all that and I got to looking forward to our meals together, but behind her eyes you could see she was really depressed and just in a dark, dark place.

The only time she ever really lit up is when I put lots of pepper on my food. For some reason, she got a wistful look in her eyes when I did that.

I did some research and found that the records indicated that Peter had died in a car wreck two days before the show had been taped. Why Carrie had gone on the show in such a state of loss I couldn't even begin to tell you. But I did begin to understand, in a way, why Carrie had latched on to me. Not only did Peter have the same last name as me, he had also worked for the same publisher.

I looked up and read some of his old articles, and found them to be rather stale and depressing. They were very dark, very cynical, and really, really paranoid. Peter, it seemed, had been the kind of journalist who thought his job was to scare the piss out of everyone so that they were afraid to leave their homes. Seriously, it seemed like he saw just about everything as something vile and corrupt. Not the kind of writer I would ever want to be, and certainly not the kind of writer I would ever enjoy reading.

As the months went by, my articles got me more attention and soon I was out doing interviews with A list celebrities, and covering fun and exciting events around the country. Taylor was even talking about sending me to the Oscars that year to cover it. As time went by, Carrie seemed to be getting more and more relaxed, although she still seemed to have a deep hurt in her eyes. But she did seem to be getting better, and was very supportive of my journalistic success.

And then, the bottom fell out.

During one of our lunches, Carrie announced that she was suing the producers of Fem Them. She didn't mention why, but I could guess that she still clung to her fantasy that I was her dead husband. I frequently have to work with the legal department in pursuit of my stories, so I knew how all this stuff worked, and had a really good understanding of legal contracts. I told her that, given the contracts that we all signed to be on that show, they could easily sue her for breach of contract and breach of a non-disclosure agreement and several other things that I listed and laid out for her. I was very adamant that suing them was a really bad idea and it would only bring Carrie more misery, and could even send her to jail.

Unfortunately, Carried didn't listen to me. She filed the lawsuit.

It never got to court.

As I had predicted, the Fem Them producers counter sued, and a vicious round of litigation ensued as their team of lawyers crushed Carrie with all they had. She lost everything. She had to sell the house she loved so much, along with most of her furnishings and property, and move into a tiny one bedroom apartment. Eventually, she even had to sell her car and start taking public transportation. Whatever money she'd made on the show was quickly dried up and she had to take a job as a waitress in a rinky dink greasy spoon restaurant to pay her bills. Still the lawyers kept coming after her.

Finally, in desperation and to stop the suits and fines, she agreed to go on another show from the same producers. A game show called The Bimbo Factor. As she explained the show to me, contestants competed in a quiz show of the usual sort. Right answers got them money, wrong answers cost them points off their I.Q. and they had to submit to body modification. When I heard about what she was doing, I not unreasonably expressed worry about what might happen to her if she appeared. But Carrie said she had no choice (which was pretty much true) and that she was easily smart enough to compete on that show without any harm coming to her person.

Boy, was she ever wrong about that!

The very next time I saw her, she was dressed sluttier then me, looked about two years younger than me, had boobs bigger than my head, a butt you could bounce a quarter off of, a permanent wide eyed vacuous expression on her face and, I learned as soon as I started talking to her, the I.Q. of roll of scotch tape. She was giggling and goofy, her voice now a high pitched squeal. All she seemed capable of talking about was clothes, make-up, parties, and sex. Not that I didn't talk about that stuff too, but every time the conversation got too complicated her eyes would get all glassy and she would zone out like she couldn't comprehend what I was saying. I was almost like she'd been lobotomized.

At one point she excused herself to go the ladies room. After waiting for her to return for twenty minutes, I got worried and started looking for her. I finally found her in a utility closest with her legs wrapped around a hot bus boy. Well, he was really hot so soon I squeezed in there with them and taught this guy the joys of a chick with a dick. He was a nice guy, I hope we didn't get him fired.

As we left the restaurant, one of the waiters standing near the door playfully asked us what the password was.

Carrie responded with "Boobies!" and flashed her tits at him. The guy almost fell over.

Yes, Carrie had turned into the consummate slutty air headed bimbo. She seemed to have no real memories of Peter nor of Fem Them, didn't even remember filing the lawsuit, and the stories from her past she told me were totally different then ones she told me before her bimbofication, as if her memories had somehow been rewritten. As time went by, she got a night job as a stripper. She started off in one of the classier topless bars in the area, but wound up in the seediest fully nude bar in town, due mainly to her inability to tell the difference between a lap dance and actually having sex with the customer. She seemed to love her job none the less.

Eventually, she was hired back by The Bimbo Factor to be one of the regular host girls. Basically naked eye candy, and apparently she did her strip act as part of the show. She loved it, like me, she had a serious exhibitionist streak now. She quickly hooked up with one of the producers, and pretty soon had moved into his huge house with a couple other bimbos from the show. He bought her everything she wanted, took care of her, and in return she was a perfect little slut for him. So, basically, the same as my relationship with Taylor.

I should have been more horrified by the changes in her then I was. I won't say it didn't creep me out. The way she'd been turned from an intelligent middle aged woman to a late teens blithering idiot was shocking. I couldn't imagine what it would be like to have my past erased like that, my body completely changed and my whole identity transformed like that. Thank god that never happened to me. But there was one thing that curbed the outrage in me: For the first time since I'd met her on Fem Them, Carrie seemed really happy. I mean, sure, part of it was the fact that she didn't have the brain power to get depressed, but she was living the life she had always wanted: Being rich, living in a big house with lots of everything and being taken care of by a man with lots of money and a long future ahead of him. I don't know if this makes me a bad person, but maybe Carrie was better off being stupid.

And, truth be told, when we went out shopping together, she did make me look smarter. Does that make me a bitch?

In any event, it was nice to see Carrie really happy for once.

But that was my job, as a journalist. I considered myself a fun, enjoyable reporter, one who kept tabs on all the exciting and interesting events of the world around me. That was my job, to make people realize that no matter how scary the world got, there were still things in it worth getting out and experiencing. If it made my readers get out of their houses and out into the world to enjoy themselves as much as possible, all the better. At least they were living.

I mean, look at me: I was a shemale. I was a pretty girl, I was a slutty girl, and I was an exhibitionist. But I got out and experienced everything this world had to offer.

And really, isn't that what life's all about?

TUNE IN NEXT WEEK FOR FEM THEM'S SPECIAL POLITICIAN AND RELIGIOUS LEADER SHOW.

FEM THEM WAS VIDEO TAPED IN FRONT OF A LIVE STUDIO AUDIENCE.

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