Erotic Fiction

For about a week after my drive out to Philly, Loni kept me updated on every move he made regarding the rebellion, which was called Velvet. I watched the news religiously, finding out every move Mad Mother (our little nickname for the Ministry of Music) was doing. I listened to every rumor abou the members and their familes.
“The women are far too hard targets.” I explained to Loni. “One is a lesbian in the closet, and the other has had a wonderful twenty-five year marriage with her husband.”
“It’s too bad we don’t have a woman in our chapter,” grumbled Loni. “I love your style, your technique, but it just doesn’t work with men.”
“I wouldn’t be so sure.” Loni raised his eyebrow to my statement. He was confused.
“What, is some guy gay or something?”
“Wrong track, Loni, you always head down the wrong track.” I scratched my forehead and composed my thoughts, as he had derailed them.
“I never have done anything like I’m about to propose, and I’m not even sure I can do it.”
“Do what? Oh wait. You’re not seriously considering what I think you’re considering, are you spaceman?”
“I believe so, yes. Let’s see, It may take more energy than I have ever put into anything, but for this mission, there has to be some give and take.”
“And hey, it’s not like you’re ill prepared on the subject matter, you’ve been with me for 8 months now.”
“Shut the hell up, Loni.” I chuckled.
The next couple of days were filled with sleep, food, and loni’s incessant dipshittery. I lost six inches off of my height, and gained an hourglass figure instead of a figure befitting an athlete. My face became beautifully rounded, much like a vixen starlet of the 1950s. My eyes became almond in shape, maintaining their iced aqua hue, and my lashes became long and glamourous. My lips were the perfect bow shape, thick and firm, luscious in their lustful pout.
On the fourth day, I looked in the mirror. What my eyes beheld within was a woman which would make all heads turn.
“That is hot, you are hot. Wanna fuck?” Joked Loni. I threw a high heeled shoe at him. He ducked.
“Now all I need to change is my voice.” I said. Yes, the same maliflouous masculine voice came from that beautiful body standing where I stood. I tried a few different voices, finally settling upon a dark, smokey dark voice which resembled that of a seductress.
“Ah, now that is much better.”
“Hot damn, Alexia! Come here, gimmie some of that hot alien lovin’!”
“You are as fucked up as you are short.” I said. I was still slightly taller than Loni.
“Fiesty too, Rawr!” he growled, waggling his eyebrows.

“I’ve told the Firm that I have been commisioned to do a full house in Philidelphia, and would be gone for a month. I gave them the phone number to a cell phone which is on the bedside table. If anyone calls, you’re Dick Starkey.”
“Ringo?”
“I was out of ideas for names, after choosing mine.” I shrugged. “And as far as,” I waved my hand down my body, signifying self, “She is concerned, She’s my sister, house-sitting for the two of you while we’re both out on business. This gives you a chance to go to the HQ and tell them our plans. Let them know that I have now taken over your task of aquiring the target.” Loni nodded and walked up to me, wrapping his arms around my waist, kissing my neck.
“So miss, What’s your name?”
“Scarlett.”
“Keeping the last name, I take it?”
“Yes.”
“Fitting.” Loni said and smiled. I slid away from him, putting my hair into a high ponytail and walking to the closet to look for more than just panties to wear on my new body. I finally found a business suit and some casual clothes, and hopped into a pair of shorts and a teeshirt before walking to the living room and watching TV.


I followed the son of one of the Mad Mother’s council. I kept a safe distance from him. He walked into an upscale tailor’s shop, and I walked in behind him. He shook hands with the manager and walked into the back. An associate came to me. “May I help you, miss?”
“Yes, My brother is out of town on business, and he asked that you make a suit for him for the Annual Ministry of Music Charity Ball.” I wrote down my usual measurements. “He likes his suits with a little slack, just in case he gains weight, he’s a bit of a head case like that.”
“Well, We don’t make things without the actual man to be fitted here in the store.”
“Poo.” I said, looking dejected. “Well, I guess this place is as good as any to start shopping for my own gown. I heard from a friend that you make excellent ball gowns.”
“Why, yes we do. Do you have a style in mind?”
“Not as of yet, I’m not sure how to dress for an event like this, I’ve never been to a formal ball.”
“I shall show you the catalogue of what we offer. We will make it suited to you perfectly. It will be unique, down to the fabric.” He led me to a seat next to a large catalogue which held designs of ballgowns and fabric swatches.”
“I would also like to say that you have made a good choice in us for the Annual Charity Ball. All the Ministry members have decided to ask us to make their tuxedos, suits and gowns for the occasion. As a matter of fact, the son of one of the Ministry is back there now, Mister Jerome Lehrer.”
“Ah, isn’t he the one that is planning to run for his father’s position on the Ministry next year?”
“Yes, he is.”
“He’s also quite handsome.”
“I would say so, lady.” And the attendant walked away, leaving me to flip through the designs and swatches idly. After a while, I chose the gown, and fabrics with which I wished to have it made.
I was asked by the attendant if I would like to go in back and get my measurements done now, or if I would like to set an appointment. I said “Now will be fine, thank you.” He led me to the fitting rooms, past Jerome Lehrer. He whispered to one of his attendants “Ask that woman’s name.” And the lady set down her measuring tape and pins, to walk up to me.
“Mister Lehrer would like to know your name.”
“It’s Scarlett Winters. Now if you’ll excuse me.” And I went into a part of the room which was sectioned off by blue velvet drapes. I disrobed to my undergarments, and let the Attendant, who was fighting back the urge to hit on me, take my measurements.
A few minutes later, a knock on the wall near the edge of the drapes made me blink. I looked towards the noise, seeing the reflection of Lehrer standing outside of my fitting space.
“Miss Winters, I have been informed that you are attending the Annual Ball this weekend. I was wanting to know if you were going alone.” He asked.
“My brother said he’d be taking me, however, He’ll likely find a date, or be called away on business, before then.”
“If that’s the case, would you find it in your interest to go along with me?”
“But I hardly know you!” I said. “But who would pass up the chance of a date with the handsome, wonderful, next minister of music?” I smiled because I noticed he peeked in on me. “Not to mention, bold.”
“If you want, I could arrange to get to know you more beforehand, say, right now, over lunch at Capitol Grill?”
“Sounds wonderful. Let me finish standing here, and I’ll be right out. We are nearly finished, aren’t we?” I asked the attendant. He nodded and held up three fingers, designating the number of measurements he had left to take. After he was finished, Mister Lehrer and I went out for a lovely lunch, which we discussed many matters involving music. He seemed rather charming, and open minded, but mostly because he was staring down my partially unbuttoned blouse. We parted ways after exchanging phone numbers and goodbyes. He kissed my cheek before departing.
I called Loni from my cell phone once I was in a cab on the way to my own car which was halfway across town. Loni answered with a disgusting noise.
“The bait has been hooked. We’re going to lure the fish in on the night of the annual ball.”
“Awesome! What was the tightwad like?”
“I wouldn’t kill him if I had a choice. I just need a few more days with him and I’ll be able to mimic his every nuance.”
“Just remember that there’s a man waiting for you every night right here.”
“Who, Satan?” I squeeked cutely. I gagged at the sound of my own cuteness.
“Asshole.” Loni chuckled. He hung up and so did I.