Erotic Fiction

Loni was gleeful when I got home. He picked me up and spun me around. I lightly punched him in the stomach.
“Do that again,” I said, “And I’ll shiv you.” He set me down and ruffled my hair.
“Yup, it’s still you in that body after all.” He laughed.
“No shit. Now, we need to run through this plan in detail. It’s only 3 days until the ball, so here’s how I decided to do this.” I told him the plan in great detail, down to every move.
“And you think you can pull this off?” He scoffed. “You’ve got balls, for a chick.”
“One more word about it, Loni, and you won’t have any of your own.”
“Fine, grumpyass.” He sighed. “Okay, so where do you plan on disposing of Lehrer the younger?”
“The ocean seems nice.” I smirked. He was all smile and teeth.

The day of the ball came around and I went to the Tailor’s shop to pick up my gown. I had Loni come with and help me choose accessories, because I was as inept as a woman as he was at being masculine around me. I hated being female, I felt like a caged animal in my own skin. He chose a necklace and earrings which were perfect accents. I chose a handbag and pair of shoes which complimented the dress, and paid for everything. We went home, I got dressed, and I sneered into the mirror.
“Only seven more hours, Appolonious. I will not allow myself to be like this any longer than that.”
“But as soon as you change from a girl, you’ll be changing into…”
“I’m well aware. 48 hours of changing into him, and 12 more to change from him to myself again. After that, I’ll go back to my own skin. I’m feeling claustrophobic with this body, it’s so small..”
“We could fix that.” He grinned widely and started walking up to me. I pushed him away when he got close enough. He pleaded with his eyes and playfully smacked my shoulder. “Come on, you’re not going to let that stiff deflower this beautiful body, are you?”
“I don’t intend to go that far.” I stretched, arching my back foreward, trying to get a knot out of it that had grown there since my transformation.
“You’re really scared about being fucked, aren’t you, Al? You don’t think you would like it.”
“No, it’s not that.”
“Then what?”
“I don’t know.” I turned to him and he kissed me, deeply, holding me tightly. The taffeta petticoat under my ballgown scritched and crinkled as he pressed his body to mine. I pushed him away and he pulled me closer, tighter. I scowled and whispered “you should let me go, Loni, I’m still me, after all, and I won’t be so weak in a few days.” He grinned and kissed me again, muffling me, slipping the sleeves of my gown off of my shoulders. I shivered and tried pushing him away once more, but he kept on. I pulled away from his kiss long enough to say “I’ll allow it, on the condition that I get to pay you back for this at a later date.” He nodded and took off my dress and petticoat, and pushed me onto the bed, where I fell and laid down while undressed.
To be in the position that so many I have conquered had been in, I felt strange, but didn’t feel restless or angry, nor did I feel scared, or pained in any way. This was Appolonious coming to me, laying his hands upon me, kissing my lips, and I trusted him. I felt a feeling which I had never experienced, as he slipped inside me, a pleasurable pressure which made me whimper in joy. He looked into my eyes as he thrust into me. I wrapped my legs around his, and my arms around his torso, gasping a bit. He smiled warmly down at me.
“For once in your lifetime, you’re letting someone else take the lead.” He whispered into my ear. I whispered back. “That’s what you think, tough guy.” And with that, I flipped him onto his back, and rode him, as he took hold of my breasts. I grinned and tried to enjoy these new sensations.
“Alexia…” he grunted. “This is.. way too weird. Get up, please.” And I did, blinking a bit.
“You thought so as well, then?” I laughed.
“You know it. I just could do it without picturing you. I mean, YOU.”
“It was the tits that made it weird for me.” I admitted.
“Let me help you with your gown again, buddy.” He sighed defeatedly. And he did. He mentioned blueballs again and I told him I’d make it up for him in a few days.
“Thanks for that.”
I styled my own hair and put it into a beautiful up-do, did my makeup, put on my jewelry. Off I went to the Ball.

I tried to not smile wickedly when I got there and saw Jerome. I walked gracefully and elegantly towards him, and slipped my hand into his. He blinked and then smiled sweetly at me. He asked me to dance, and I accepted, and tried to remember “follow, not lead” as he glided me across the ballroom. I said to him “I’m not into these high society things after all.” And he laughed. “Neither am I. Want to ditch and go do something else?”
“You think we can? Isn’t your father expecting you to stay here?”
“No, he’s decided to be more wrapped up in his work, as he usually is.” He danced with me until the end of the song, and then led me out to the valet outside, where we had them bring my car back out.
“You drove yourself?”
“I know, untraditional, but I hate being chaperoned. Let’s get out of these monkey suits and find something interesting to do.”
“I know something that will kill two birds with one stone.” He suggested.
“I was hoping you’d bring that up, it’s not proper for me to.” I smiled, trying not to overdo the smile and alarm him. He and I raced off in my car to the motel which I had already decided upon. He paid and rented a room. Loni sat on a bench in the lobby of the hotel, and while checking in, I signed out the numbers with my hands behind my back to Loni. He got up and walked to the bar of the hotel. Jerome and I went up to the room and checked in, promptly getting rid of our clothes. I smiled devilishly, my dark side rising. “I’ve got a surprise for you, Jerome.”
“Yes? I’d love to know what it is.”
And I showed him.

A knock came upon the door. It was Loni’s voice that called out “Room service!”
I opened the door and he tossed me a set of clothes. He looked at the body of Jerome Lehrer on the floor. “Jeez, you don’t waste any time, do you, Skippy? Alright, get ready, we’ve only got a few hours before that rental van has to be in the ocean, and it’s a long drive. Did you get all the information you needed about him?”
“Yes.” I dressed in a rock tee shirt and a pair of far-too-baggy pants. I walked out to my car, and Loni put the body on a buffet cart, carting it out to a van in back of the hotel.

An hour and a half later, we were at the coast, on a freight boat. Loni drove the van onto the boat, and I started my transformation process. I added a few details of my own, including the scorpion tattoo on my right shoulder, and a few more tattoos on my arms. I found it easier to morph the second time around, as I knew what to do and how to do it. I walked onto the boat, and we were off in less than 15 minutes. I put on a trenchcoat, and a ski mask. The captain of the boat nodded to Loni. “We’ll be in international waters in an hour. Who’s your friend?
“That’s our man.”
“Short for a dude.” Said the Captain. I said in my usual, normal voice. “Trust me, I’m far more a man than pansyass over here.” Loni grinned. “I missed that voice.” He whispered to me. I chuckled.

An hour later, we put a brick on the accelerator of the van, started it up, and let it, and the body of Jerome Lehrer meet their aquatic resting place. It was a while before we got back to shore, but by then, my body was half complete in it’s transformation.
“I’ll need you to do me a favor.” I said to Loni.
“Anything, if it’s for the plan.” He grinned.
“I need you to cut my hair for this. And help me dye it black.”
“No! Not your hair.”
“I can grow it back as soon as we’re done filming. I’ll just need to dye it back to it’s color. It’s nothing. I did this a lot as a kid. They kept cutting it when I was asleep, so I grew it back.”
“They?”
“I’ll tell you sometime later. Just take the scissors and start cutting, Loni.” I handed him a pair of scissors, and he mournfully cut my hair, which blew away into the ocean.
I dyed my hair black before we got to shore. 70 percent complete transformation, all I needed was some more height, and I’d be done. When we got to Velvet HQ, I was Jerome Lehrer.
“Whoa Loni, look what the cat dragged in. I thought you were getting rid of this stiff.”
“This is the impersonator I told you about.” Explained Loni. “Let’s do this now.”
“I’m ready.” I said in Jerome’s voice.
We started filming. In the background blasted some of the loudest thrash metal in all of creation. I chugged beers, sang out of tune along to the music, and loni pretended to give me another tattoo. I looked straight at the camera.
“Hey dad, I know you’re too busy to give a shit, but I’ve decided to decline the job of the new Minister of Music. I’ve joined Velvet, and We’re having a great time here. If you want to see me again, meet me.” I gave him a precise location which we had staked out. “Alone, of course. None of that game of cops and robbers, Dad, if any of my buddies see your little friends hanging around there, You’ll be dead, I’ll be dead, and all of the people you’ve involved will die too. You wouldn’t want your only son to be hurt, would you? Come alone. And oh dad? If you don’t think I’m really me, Just remember that night we snuck out of the house to go out fishing on the lake, and how you caught a bass, and taught me how to filet it. Delish.”

The video was sent directly to the Mad Mother’s headquarters three days after it was taped, addressed specifically to Lehrer Senior.

We waited anxiously for a reply. By then, I was back to myself.