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COPYRIGHT © 1997, MC Woodsmoke All rights reserved. Sisterhood of the X CHAPTER 4 Golden Sponge Cake, Cream Filling. “Kim get your ass over here and clean up this mess” Bronk yelled at the young boy. Addressing the drunken businessman who had spilled his drink on himself and the floor he said, “I’ll have the boy clean that right up sir. Don’t you worry. Everything will be fine before Claudia begins her set.” Bronk was always the courteous host to the rich suits that frequented his strip club. He bowed and scraped to their faces, while selling them over priced drinks. He tried his best to weasel every dollar he could out of them while they were here. In his mind he cursed them for thinking they were better than him. When Kim ran up with his mop and pail he nearly tripped over two young women. They were walking through the darkened room looking for a table. They looked seriously out of place here. Too young. Too pretty. Too classy to be caught dead in smoky bad side of town strip joint like ‘Teasers’. Bronk clipped him on the side of the head, non too gently. “Watch were your going ass-hole. Clean this mess up quick and then get out back. Get Claudia on for her next set, and there better not be any trouble this time.” he growled in Kim’s ear, cruelly twisting the smaller boys arm. The two girls had stopped to watch this scene. The one with the black hair and serious demeanor looked like she wanted to say something about Bronk’s nasty behavior to the obviously smaller and weaker boy. Bronk leered at them, unsure if they were young thrill seekers, or high class hookers. Either way he wanted to make another buck. If they were lookee-loo’s he’d make sure they got lots of expensive drinks made of cheap booze. If they were new street talent he’d make sure he got his cut. No whore worked out of his place without giving him twenty percent. “Can I help you ladies?” he asked with smarmy concern, shoving Kim to his work. His eyes glinted dangerously and his large muscular body seemed to swell up to even more threatening proportions. The pale girl with the black hair just snorted and strode to a deserted corner table. The strange salt and pepper haired girl looked Bronk right in the eye and didn’t blink an eyelash. “If your the owner, we might want to talk later. My friend and I are looking for someone who may have worked here once. We’re going to watch the show for awhile. Why don’t you drop by our table later and we can talk.” Glaring at Bronk she let him know that she didn’t want to deal with him. For some reason he couldn’t fathom, she wasn’t afraid of him either. “Whatever you can tell us, I’m sure we can make it worth your while.” she said. Turning she walked over to sit with her friend. Bronk tipped his head in agreement to the girls words, and dismissed them. Inside he had already decided he knew this bitch’s story. Lesbian Cunt! Marches in here with her new honey and expects him to give her the low down on some bitch she was probably sweet on and lost track of. Well he would tell her whatever he wanted to, lie, if it looked like he needed to, and screw her out of a couple hundred. If she didn’t like it, fuck her. If it looked like she was here by herself with no one the wiser he might just have Lou slip them both a Mickey. Soulsister Sue was always looking for fresh talent in her cunt houses. If she kept some of her girls pumped full of heroin and handcuffed to the beds, it wasn’t any of his concern. Looking towards where Kim was finally putting the bucket and mop away and heading towards the back he smiled evilly. * Yeah I got my own little business to run, and that little shit better not get any ideas or I’ll start using the cattle prod on him again. * Walking over to the DJ’s station he took a position where he could watch the main stage and the three spot light polls. The crowd was okay. Sarah was shaking her stuff in front of some Japanese businessmen on the big stage. Collecting her one’s and five’s and letting the morons cop a feel now and then to keep the money coming. Sarah was one of his best dancers and had a nice set of tits but she wasn’t his major draw. Ria, Marcita and Joanne were working spot light poles between sets. Mostly for atmosphere but it also pulled in a few bucks, most of which went in his pocket. Shelley was giving some fat fuck a lap dance and doing a reasonable if disinterested job in getting his rocks off. Alice and Christy were serving drinks. Lou was working the bar all smiles, and fingers so light that Bronk usually checked the till twice during a shift. Bronk shifted his butt uncomfortably on his stool. Reviewing his troops always made him feel important and powerful. They only ones he couldn’t see were Courtney, who had just finished her set and better be getting her black ass out to one of the poles, that stupid little fucker, Kim, and his newest star Claudia. He kept all his employees firmly under his cruel thumb and wasn’t afraid of beating sense into any one that didn’t like his management style. The blaring dance-mix rendition of ‘Old time Rock and Roll’ finally ground to a halt. Sarah collected a few more bills, waved to her fans and got her naked butt off the stage to a smattering of applause and wolf whistles. Bronk caught sight of Claudia behind the curtains standing nervously in her expensive costume. * That stupid cunt better not fuck this up again * he thought angrily. Just looking at her aroused him and drove him nearly insane with rage. She just had that affect on him. She got butterflies about dancing nude. Claimed she hated it and had even bolted off stage once or twice. He was reasonably sure that his last session with her had insured that she feared displeasing him more than shaking her naked ass and strutting around on high heels. Flicking on the microphone he queued up Claudia’s music and over the opening bars he introduced her. After all, she was his star. “Welcome once again everyone to Teasers, where we bring you the very best in adult entertainment. I want you to put your hands together and give a big Teasers welcome to our latest and greatest stripping celebrity impersonator, Miss CLAUDIA S.!!!!”. The stereo system kicked in with “You Can Leave Your Hat On” and Claudia stepped out into the spotlights. The crowd applauded and cheered in both amazement and pleasure. Here was his money maker! Claudia began her set. She was a fantasy, a wet dream come true. She looked just like the real super model. People were actually sitting forward in their seats trying to sea some difference in her lips or eyes. That was the real kicker there wasn’t one. Claudia strode forward trying to carry the act. She was wearing a white Stetson, white thigh high leather boots, three inch heels, and a long white mink coat wrapped around her. She strode down the stage like a Paris runway. Stopping occasionally she smiled at some smuck in the audience and did a model spin. Joe Cocker’s gravely voice and the heavy bass line seeming to give extra bounce to her steps. When she had made a complete circuit of the stage she made as if to leave. When she got back to the curtain though she stopped. Looking at Bronk angry visage out of the corner of her eye, Claudia shuddered in weariness and disgust and went on with her act. She hated being forced to do it. At the same time she took a secret thrill in the control she took over the men in the audience with her sexy body. Standing with her back to the audience she began to bump and grind a bit. Slowly she reached forward and unbuttoned the coat. On the beat to the chorus she let it fall and quickly turned and strutted back out to the front of the stage. The room went wild. Dancing erotically in her thigh boots, G-String and cowboy hat; she shook her slim perfect body in the stunned faces of the drunken customers. Her bare breasts were perfect, firm and bounced delightfully. Her nipples and aereoles were both erect and looked deliciously suckable. Her hair, makeup, eyebrows and lips made her look like she had just stepped off a Cosmo cover. Her body was slim, muscular and tight, without a single stretch mark or blemish. Her ass was so firm and taut, you could see the dimples as she moved. Her G-string was pressed obscenely up into her pussy and it was obvious that she was shaved. For five minutes Claudia worked the crowd into a lather. Bouncing up and down, blowing kisses, dancing the pole and finally stripping off the G-String and throwing it to Bronk. He would sell it in a mini auction to whatever degenerate wanted to take it home to jerk off on or force his wife to wear. As the music finally finished she was left in a white overhead spotlight with her feet wide, her head and hat tipped forward hiding her face and her right hand cupping her bare crotch. Bronk said it looked like she was the worlds sexiest gunfighter getting ready to draw an invisible gun right out of her pussy. For just a second after the music stopped there was silence. Just as Bronk and the girls had taught her she tipped her head enough to let one eye make contact with the leering faces. She flashed the million dollar smile; and even as the customers began to hoot, cheer and holler she beat a dignified retreat back behind the curtain. She saw Bronk hanging up the white silk offering bag that he only used for her performances. He claimed she was an artist and didn’t need to be groped for the five’s and ten’s that immediately were being stuffed into it. She worried that he was actually jealous of anyone else getting close to her. Their relationship was becoming more and more one sided with him dominating her every move. She sighed from behind the curtain as she made her way back to her dressing room. She would have four more ten minute sets tonight and easily bring in a thousand dollars or more. She wouldn’t see a cent of that money and if she brought it up to Bronk again he might beat her like he had last time. Staring at her makeup mirror with the collection of pictures of the real Claudia Schiffert, she hoped that something would change soon. “What I don’t understand is why anyone would come back twice” Sabrina said to Olivia as she sipped her water. “What can the guys get out of it, except horny and frustrated? By the way can I have drink? I need something to dull the music.” “Let’s stick to water for the present. I don’t trust the bartender not to slip us something. The Manager has been eyeing us like sides of beef since we walked in and he looks like the kind of S.O.B. who wouldn’t mind putting us in a world of hurt. Besides it might dull your power and I want us both sharp” Liv replied while casually keeping an eye on the still riled up men. All four of the other dancers on the floor were doing lap dances. ‘Claudia’ had really stirred the fantasies of these men. From the shadowed activity in one corner she could guess that one of the dancers had been talked into giving a blow job. * I hope she has some good mouthwash * was all Olivia could think. “So Love, where’s our little mutant in this mess?” Bree asked while scanning the crowd. She didn’t want to admit it but the stripper that had just been up had been a sexy little thing. The resemblance was remarkable. You could do amazing things with cosmetics now a days. Since she had gotten her powers she had fantasized about making Lesbian love slaves out of quite a few celebrities but she understood that with celebrity came exposure and exposure of her and her true nature could be bad for her health. “Did ‘Miss Claudia S.’ give you a set of hot pants dear?” Olivia asked without answering Sabrina’s question. She moved closer to Bree and began talking in a more conspiratorial tone. It wasn’t fair but she had kept most of the details of this first mutant they were pursuing to herself. She thought that Bree might enjoy the surprise. “You know me to well. Let’s just say I wouldn’t kick her out of my bed until she’d shown me all her best poses and moves.” Sabrina laughed. “How about the boy the manager was rough housing when we can in, did he get you going too?” Olivia asked with a peculiar lilt to her voice. “What the baby faced grunge reject with the scarecrow body and stringy hair? I felt bad for him. Why? Is he going to lead us to our mutant?” she asked. “In a way., both Claudia and the boy are who we are here to see. If my investigators were right about the evidence they’ve found and the strange stories they passed on to me than we should have our proof very shortly.” Catching sight of the manager working his way towards them she whispered to Sabrina to watch herself, “Here comes the ass-hole in charge”. “Enjoying the show ladies” Bronk said and smiled his best ‘I’m your buddy smile’. He immediately noticed that they were drinking water and his smile wavered a bit. * These bitches better not be Vice or something * he thought. He had already paid the right people to keep the police from taking an interest in his business. “Here.” Olivia said handing Bronk a hundred dollar bill. “That’s for that last girl that performed.... Claudia... would you make sure she gets that?” Bronk smiled and tucked the money away with assurances that Claudia would be very happy to accept their gift. “I think I mentioned that we were looking for someone. My name is Olivia and this is my friend Sabrina.” Bronk grunted a greeting. “Names Bronk Dollson, I run the place.”. He was doing his best to guess if he should be asking for hundreds or thousands before reluctantly telling them whatever cockeyed story he cooked up for them. The black haired girl was talking again and he felt strangely interested in what she had to say. “I was just telling Bree how your establishment has been picking up a lot more business in the last four months. Your line of celebrity strippers have been really popular. I heard you have had look alikes for Pamela Anderson, Stephanie Seymour, Shania Twain. I even heard that you had one very talented look alike who made herself up to be Courtney Cox, Lisa Kudrow and Jennifer Aniston all in one evening. “Yeah so.........I got a lot of contacts. These girls are just passing through and once they do their bit for awhile they move on. Nature of the business. What’s it to you?” Bronk asked. It was getting hard to concentrate. He didn’t like this slit asking questions and knowing so much about his place. It didn’t sit right. At the same time she had such a nice relaxing voice. It was like smooth whiskey dulling his senses and wrapping around his mind. He would listen a bit more, but she better watch her step. He wasn’t going to let some cunt and her honey hole fuck with his sweet setup. If it looked like she knew too much he might just have to arrange for them both to have an accident. Shit happens! Sabrina watched Olivia bring the brain dead manager under her control. It would have been easier for her to Template him. In their whispered conversation though Olivia had insisted that she bring him down. She wasn’t sure but she might need to punish Mr. Dollson later if some of what she suspected was true. Punishing a templated Bronk would be too much like hurting Sabrina, so Liv had decided to try to ‘convince’ him to help them instead. It was obvious to Sabrina from the sweat on Liv’s brow that she was straining to convince this pea brained behemoth. She was talking to the man much quicker now, in that sing song voice that could change even the most brilliant mind to follow her lead. If he had half a brain, things would have been easier. The stupid were always tougher for Liv to work with. Her voice worked to relax and hypnotize them but logic and sense didn’t seem to have any impact on the unintelligent and unimaginative’s stubbornly held beliefs. “...And you will help us with our search. and you will be totally honest with us, and you understand now why it is to your advantage to do whatever we say. It will mean untold riches for you. I can show you ways to make millions and never get caught and all you have to do is let us talk to Kim and not interfere with us in any way.” Olivia was nearly speaking directly into Bronk’s ear. The man was a dinosaur. She had never had to work so hard to Convince anyone before. Even now as he was slowly nodding his head in agreement to her commands and orders she could feel the ugly animalistic and instinctive part of him still fighting her. Bronk was an instinctual man. He didn’t reason and think out why he did things. He just did them. Right now he didn’t want to let Liv anywhere near his meal ticket. Slowly her breathy words and calming voice had brought him around to thinking that it would be okay. He didn’t trust her promises, but if she could deliver on showing him how to make millions he was willing to cooperate. Sabrina turned to Liv, she kept one eye on the muscular foul smelling Bronk, “Do you think we can trust this one Love?” “I think Mr. Dollson will help us now.” Liv said for Bronk’s benefit. Inside she wasn’t as positive that everything she had tried to convince him of had taken. She whispered in Bree’s ear, “Flash scan him, but no template unless he looks like he’s going to do something dangerous”. Bree gathered a small nugget of her identity and tossed it at the hulking man still waiting at the table across from her. The small bead hit Bronk and she immediately reeled it back in. Sorting through the man’s ugly thoughts she almost gasped in disgust and surprise! * I will help these two. I will get lots of money. I want to rape them both, but I won’t because I want the money and all I have to do is let them talk to Kim and not interfere with them * With these thoughts came a mish-mash of images of how Bronk saw the world and what was in his recent memory. Images of him twisting and nearly breaking Sarah’s arm for being late; images of every dirty mean thing he thought about doing to others. An image that was the strongest in his mind was of him finding Kim in a back alley, where he had been beaten and discarded by a Biker gang that had kidnapped and been abusing him for weeks. The kicker was the mental image of Kim when Bronk had found him. Kim had been a pretty straw haired girl with cuts and bruises all over her body, including her bare breasts and crotch. Bronk had brought her to Teasers and seen her morph into a him. “I know who our mutant is now and I know at least part of his/her power is.” Bree gave Olivia a look that said she should have told her to begin with. * Damn a body morpher that can change their appearance and body to be male or female *. Leaning in she whispered the rest to Liv “he’s under Babe, but don’t turn your back, he could turn on you and he is one sick mean S.O.B.” Bronk wasn’t happy. He had been convinced by Sabrina’s arguments to help, not interfere and do what he was told, but he didn’t like the fact that without him even telling them anything they already knew about Kim being a mutant. He still wanted to help them so he could get rich, but he was going to look for opportunities to take back control of the situation. “Mr. Dollson, Bronk? Could you get Kim to come over here? By the way what is his real name, or is he a she? Do you know any of his background?” Olivia asked. “It’s Kim... Kim Norse. As far as I know he was born a boy. He left home in Oklahoma when his step-dad beat the shit out of him and his Mom once too often. By the time he decided to go home, his Step- Daddy had beaten the mother to death and went to prison for it. He went to see him at the Pen, but some weird shit happened he won’t talk about. He hit the road then at fifteen. He bummed around a couple years doing his thing, changing his looks to whatever seemed to be safest at the moment. I found him after he had been drugged and kidnapped into a Biker gang while he was working as a waitress somewhere. They used him as a gang piece for a while and then threw him away. I found her in an alley where they’d dumped her. I brought her here and caught her transforming into a boy and saw the possibilities. With a little strong arm, I’ve made him stay here and do my celebrity slut bit.” The compulsion to be totally honest kept Bronk from hiding the skummier parts of his actions in the poor boys story. “There he is now.” Bronk finally said seeing the youth quickly slip back onto the club floor from the dressing room area. “KIM” he roared “get your prissy little ass over here!”. “Listen you bastard” Sabrina began angrily “you either shut your yap or I’m going to have you up on the stage jerking off for the crowds enjoyment” her eyes were flashing and she was on the edge of Templating this bastard just to hurt him as he had hurt this youth. She knew she was a user just like Bronk, but at least she didn’t go out of her way to hurt others. This sadistic shit felt no remorse for what he had done. Bronk stared with shock and fury at the fiery young girl. He almost smacked her, but held himself back at the last moment. For some reason he knew she wasn’t lying. If she wanted him to go beat his meat on the stage, she could do it. This just made him madder about what he had agreed he should do. Maybe he didn’t have to do everything Olivia had convinced him was right. He hated being told things anyway. He knew what he should do! No smart dyke needed to tell him things. He sat and fumed with his lips pressed together and his hands flexing like he wanted to strangle something. * Fuck this doesn’t look good for me. * Kim thought as he strolled toward Bronk and the two young girls from earlier. * Jeez. I thought I did Claudia really well tonight. I hope Bronk hasn’t decided to start hooking me like he does the other girls.... and with two women no less! Fuck fuck fuck *. Pushing his hair out of his eyes he hesitantly got within reach of Bronk’s powerful hands. Kim never knew when those hands would become fists. He could make the bruises disappear by changing his body but the pain down in his bruised bones didn’t fade without a full body change. Kim glanced hesitantly around the table unsure what he was supposed to do. For some reason Bronk was sitting angrily with his mouth closed and wouldn’t even look at him. “Good evening Kim. My name is Olivia Yuan and this is my friend Sabrina Killabrough. Won’t you sit with us for a second? We’d like to talk to you.” Olivia smiled at the young man. * I keep thinking of him as a girl at the same time I know he is a boy. This is confusing! * she thought as Kim reluctantly took the seat beside Sabrina and across from her. Plopping down in the seat and rocking backwards Kim tried to gauge the emotions and intents of these three. Bronk was easy. He was pissed about something, as usual. At the same time he seemed to be going along with whatever the program was. Like a coiled spring though, he seemed ready to explode. The dark haired girl, Olivia? was looking at him intently and with what looked like a friendly smile. The other girl , was smiling, but seemed to be waiting for him to sprout wings or something. She kept looking at him and then away and then back again almost as if she expected him to have changed or disappeared or something. A few things clicked into place and Kim began to worry that maybe Bronk, for whatever reason, had broken his promise and told these two women what he could do. His worst fears were quickly confirmed. Olivia caught his eye and began to talk in a gentle and soothing voice. “Listen Kim, we need to talk. Sabrina and I know a little about you. We know what Mr. Dollson has been having you do with your special talent.” “Oh shit”. Kim mouthed. He had been hiding his mutancy for so long. It was bad enough what Bronk forced him to do with it. He knew this day would come though. It was time to split. Bracing his feet against the floor he prepared himself mentally to use the other aspect of his power. It would mean being on the run again. It would mean Bronk would have him hunted down and killed eventually, but he didn’t see any other way out. Both Sabrina and Olivia were aware of the change in Kim’s body language. Olivia could see he was getting ready to attack or run. She feared what form his attack might take so she began talking very fast and focusing her power on Kim. Working as quickly as she could she tried to let her voice hypnotize the young man and her words convince him that he could trust Sabrina and Olivia. She didn’t want his obedience for now she would settle for a modicum of trust and an opportunity to plead their case. She could see that Kim was allowing himself to accept her arguments. He lost the look of a cornered animal. For just a moment he got the dreamy drugged look common to people she convinced. This quickly disappeared and he was soon nodding his head in agreement with her arguments not from blind acceptance but from reasoned understanding. “I have to ask you something Kim. Do you want to stay here with Bronk?” Olivia finally asked. Bronk seemed to shudder with conflicting desire. They were talking about taking Kim away and not even asking what he wanted. He owned that Freak! His anger and uncertainty mounted. Sabrina saw this and was poised to Template him if he got out of control. Keeping a careful eye on Bronk, Olivia leaned towards him again and talked to him quietly for a number of minutes. This calmed the angry man down and he was soon smiling and thinking of the money he was going to make when Olivia told him how. Addressing the confused young man again she said “Don’t worry about Bronk. I promise you that he is going to get what he deserves and that he won’t interfere if you decide to leave. Now what do you want?” “I just want to be left alone and be safe” Kim said sadly. He hoped Bronk wasn’t going to break his nose again over this. “One more question. A moment ago you looked like you were going to do something and then make a run for it. Were you going to change our sexes and then escape while were knocked out?” Olivia wanted desperately to know if she had correctly guessed the full extant of Kim’s powers. “How did you??????????” Kim started to exclaim. “I’ve read some classified reports about your step-dad. It seems that after a visit from his step-son three years ago that he was suddenly the favorite boy at his prison. It was another six months before he could commit suicide and it was found that he had all the sexual organs of a women despite the fact that he still had male features. No one could explain what kind of drug treatment he could have taken to give himself a fully functioning vagina and breasts without having surgery.” Olivia told him. “I hope that bastard suffered he....!!! Shit you know everything.” Kim began to cry. His whole lousy world was collapsing around him. “Let’s go out to the car, we need more privacy” Sabrina suggested. “Go! No Kim can’t go! Claudia’s got another show in thirty minutes! I don’t want to do what you say! I don’t care what you say you can give me! You are all fucking freaks.”. Bronk’s voice rose quickly from angry shout to a full bellow of rage. The revelation that Kim could have changed him to a women at any time scared him shitless. “The fucking mutant either does what I say or he dies, and if he ever....”. Olivia caught Sabrina’s eyes. “Take him” she mouthed. Sabrina had been waiting for this. She concentrated and formed a blindingly glowing image of herself and mentally tossed it at Bronk before he could get any more out of hand. Too many heads were already turned in the direction of their table. In mid-sentence he deflated into his chair. Reaching out for Kim’s hand Olivia lead the way out of the club. Sabrina took the now docile and smiling Bronk’s hand and followed behind. Bronk was very happy to hold Sabrina’s hand. He wanted to do anything in his power to make the young woman happy. He had the strange idea that he needed to punish himself for how bad he had been. That was perfectly alright with him. If Sabrina thought he had been bad then he would accept any punishment she gave him. Olivia was giving Kim a quick update on her mutant Analysis powers and Bree’s power to Template others. “The reason we came here was to ask you to join us. We’re forming a team. When we are all together we will be strong enough to protect ourselves from outside dangers. I can’t promise you that you’ll be alone, but I will promise that I will do my best to insure that you are happy and safe. When they reached their rental car she stopped. Olivia’s analytic powers kicked in as she tried to decide what to do with Bronk. After speeding through millions of possibilities and their possible ramifications she reached a possible solution. Turning to Kim she said “Are you willing to join us?” The silence stretched out as Kim tried to make a decision that would affect the remainder of his life. He wanted to be anywhere but here. He had been avoiding his powers as much as possible for his entire life. This young woman was offering him hope though. Hope that he could do what he wanted. Hope that he could make a difference. Hope, however slim, for safety, security and even a chance to belong. Not as a freak but as a respected contributor to a group of people, that were mutants like him. Snapping his head down, caused his hair to swirl around his face and hide his eyes. Slowly as if he was still Claudia he looked up and caught the concerned look in Olivia’s eyes. “Yeah..... Yeah I’m with you” he said. By 2 A.M. that next morning Olivia was exhausted. Unlocking the door to their hotel room she quickly entered, locked the door, and collapsed in a chair. She had never convinced so many people of so much in such a short period before. She hoped Kim appreciated the effort. Speaking of Kim, she wondered where Kim and Bree had gotten too. When she had left the room two hours before with the new and improved Bronk; Bree and the boy had been quickly becoming best friends. Like teenagers at a sleep over they had been gabbing and catching up on all the news. >From the bathroom came Bree’s throaty laugh and the sound of splashing water. Opening the bathroom door, Liv found Kim and Bree in the tub up to their necks in sudsy bubbles. Bree was sitting behind Kim and letting the younger man lean back and rest against her naked body. Whoops not man... woman! Even through the bubbles Olivia could see that Kim had gone back to being female. Bree was idly stroking Kim’s breast and nipples and from the flushed and dreamy look in the young boy/girls eyes they had been doing more than just talking. Olivia admired Kim’s current form. It wasn’t Claudia Schiffert in fact it was quite normal. Shoulder length, dirty blond hair, a narrow face that looked almost exactly like Kim’s male face but softer and feminized somehow. A thin body with very little hips, average breasts, and rather long shapely legs. Kim had mentioned that he had a base female form that was just what he would have been if he had been born a girl and this seemed to be that form. “Ladies! I see that while I was working you were playing!”. Sabrina wiggled around in the water and hugged Kim tightly. “We have been getting to know one another Love. I can’t wait till you see the amazing things that our little Kim here can do. He... I mean She... gives bisexual a whole new meaning”. Kim just smiled. She was still worried about Bronk, and whether Olivia’s plan would work. The last two hours of sexual experimentation with the horny and incredibly sexy Sabrina though, had opened her eyes to the possibility of a new and happier life. She worried though that Olivia would be mad. Not only for the fact that she had been making love to and cuddling with her girlfriend but also for what she had let Bree talk her into doing. “I know what Kim can do Bree. I was there when she morphed Bronk into Brittany. Even with your template on him it took me a long time to fully convince him of his new identity. Then I had to drive him back to Teasers; and convince Lou to go along with the change in ownership from Bronk to his sister. We had to sign a lot of papers transferring ownership. Later I’ll get a forger I’ve used before to provide Brittany with all the Identification papers she needs. Lastly I got all the girls together and helped them understand that there would be a change in management style. Brittany will run Teasers a little differently than Bronk. The girls will get a fair return on their tips. No more beatings. No more being forced into prostituting themselves. From now on it will be their choice, with Lou and the bouncers backing them up.” Olivia said pleased with all that she had accomplished. “Brittany was already reacting to her new personality, before I left. She and Lou are going to be very close. She insisted on blowing him to seal the transfer of ownership to her. It really got her juices flowing. He fucked her as a woman for the first time and then at her insistence he took her up the ass. She still had cum on her face when she went to meet her new employees. She stripped for them to show she didn’t feel like she was better than them. She’s a not a beautiful woman but she seemed to love every second she could parade her big naked body around the club.” Looking into Kim’s eyes she saw that the young girl was obviously pleased with the revenge that they had worked out together. Speaking directly to Kim she tried to reassure her “Don’t you worry Hon, he will stay a woman. He will remain convinced of his new identity. He will never hit or hurt anyone ever again. He is going to be a happy cock sucking, ass reamed, fuck bunny for the rest of his life. I’ve never convinced anyone as hard as I convinced this Jerk! He will never come out of this.” Kim’s eyes filled with tears. Blinking them away she looked up at Liv and whispered a thank-you. She could put Bronk and his cruelty behind her now. She owed both of these young women her life. “Liv ” her quite little girls voice quavered with a touch of fear. “I don’t know how to tell you this but .....”. “Kim! Don’t you tell her!” Sabrina cried out guessing what the young girl was worried about. “It’s my surprise”. Olivia sat down on the toilet seat and regarded the two. Kim seemed scared she’d done something wrong and Bree looked like the cat that had swallowed the canary. “I’m really tired girls” she yawned to emphasize he weariness “what’s the surprise”. Sabrina levered her arms on to the sides of the tub and then slowly stood up. Disbelief made Olivia doubt her eyes for just a second. Bree had a COCK. A big fat hard cock. Water and soap were dripping off it. Sabrina was walking towards her and Liv’s eyes bounced in time with the fat plum shaped tip. Bree stroked her prick with one hand and her tits with the other. She smiled with joy at the bemused and aroused look on her lovers face. Liv was mesmerized by her big dick. “Oh my fucking Christ Bree what did you????.......” Liv started to say. “Shhh don’t worry Love it’s not permanent and it doesn’t hurt. In fact it feels really good.” Bree spoke in her own mildly hypnotic tone. “Why don’t you kiss it and see if you can make it feel even better?” she suggested. With her mouth already open in an ‘O’ of surprise Olivia didn’t even have to change her expression as Bree pressed the wet cock tip between her lips and into her mouth. Her hands seemed to come up of their own accord and begin to lovingly stroke and rub the veiny stalk. Her tongue and lips began to suck and stroke the clean meaty pole. Olivia felt her own pussy begin to moisten and shudder as she closed her eyes and gave head to her girl friend. Sabrina’s moans of pleasure were music to her ears. Later she got on her knees and lowered her cunt onto Kim’s mouth while continuing to lick and suck, the kneeling Bree’s new prick. She had just come for the second time on the tongue driving so deliciously into her quim when Bree filled her mouth with salty cum. Her surprise over this was bathed and intensified by the sounds of the girl she loved screaming out her first male orgasm. Olivia pulled Kim up to her face and they shared the erotic taste of the sexy girls sperm back and forth between their mouth’s. Kim, without any qualms about combination or sex of sexual partners, managed to wind her body around and lick and suck Bree back to erection very quickly. The night deteriorated into a joyous orgy with Bree fucking Liv and sucking Kim. Then Kim became male again, changed Sabrina back to normal and fucked both girls to orgasm multiple times. Olivia tried being totally male for a few hours and although Bree and Kim both claimed she was a wonderful male lover, she didn’t think it was for her. When Kim took on the form of big titted female with an enormous fat banana dick, and wet cunt, both girls cried out “TWINKIE” and decided that would be Kim’s code name from now on. Kim claimed the honor of naming the other two young woman. Kneeling before the naked Sabrina, Kim delicately pressed his puffy feminine lips against her pussy and licked her clit. Sitting back till Sabrina could see his erect nipples and cock, he proclaimed in a solemn voice. “I name thee ‘Empress’ the queen of all she surveys, whom none may disobey”. Shifting over to Olivia he repeated the kiss and said “I name thee ‘Analyst’ planner and advisor extraordinaire, whose wisdom will guide and protect us all. Slowly Kim let his body return to its normal male form. Gesturing to the bed on either side of him he hesitantly indicated that the two women lay down. “Come to bed guys there will be plenty of time to discover more about each other tomorrow.” With a smile Sabrina collapsed to Kim’s left and gave him a small kiss on his cheek before snuggling into the blankets, closing her eyes, and drifting off. Olivia climbed into the bed. Taking the young boys head into her hands she let her power flow into her voice and said “I will do my best for us, and we will be very happy together”. Then she too kissed their new friend good night and but her head down to sleep. * Liv will do her best for us...... We will be so happy * were the last things that Kim thought before he too fell asleep. He was so glad he had joined them! 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