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Two Weeks Later

“Joyce what’s wrong with you?” Sue, pulled my hand back from the curler I had just started to remove. “You have to use neutralizing solution before you remove those!”

“Oh, gawd, I’m sorry, Sue.” I said, reaching for the neutralizing solution on the counter. “I’m just so tired, I could cry.”

“Go home, get some sleep, girl,” Sue snatched the solution from my hand and started spreading it on the rollers I’d been working on. “You’re getting sloppy and you’re one of my best stylists!”

I closed my eyes and I could feel tears leaking out of the corners. “Okay, okay. I’ll be better tomorrow, you just wait and see!”

“I know you will, honey,” she said. “I don’t know what’s gotten into you lately, but you need to bounce back from this.”

Walking to the back room, I picked up my purse and put on my sunglasses. Pulling a cigarette out, I put it between my lips, but waited until I was out of the salon to light it. Sue didn’t like us smoking around the clients.

I walked down Franklin Avenue past Franklin Square and went down to the subway and waited for the next train. I could feel tears streaming down my face. What was wrong with me? Inhaling my cigarette, I tapped ashes to the side and stood staring into the middle distance, waiting for it to arrive. A busker played a guitar as a few kids danced.

Shaking my head from side to side, I felt myself wanting to fall asleep standing up. It had been a long two weeks learning the ropes at both workplaces and trying to fit into the life of Joyce Reagan while starting the new position at LMI. 

Between settling Karyn into the executive apartment, learning the ropes at LMI, settling into the life of Joyce Reagan the hairstylist, food, utilities, getting to and from my two workplaces without tipping anyone off to my ‘secret,’ maintaining the illusion of Joyce’s apartment in Queens…I was like the frayed ends of Karyn’s over processed hair.

Numbly, I took the elevator to the apartment in Manhattan. Karyn should be home, she was always home.

I opened the door, and tossed my keys on the counter near the door. I could hear Karyn in the study squealing for the camera in one of her constant videos. I didn’t want to disturb her, so I continued on down the hall to the bedroom where I kicked off my heels. Mr. Patty jumped off his bed and came to me, wagging his tiny tail. He was a chihuahua and perpetually shivered.

“Oh, Mr. Patty, have you been taken for your walk today?” I lifted him up and snuggled him under my chins. He licked me happily.

“Momma needs sleep, though.” I said, sitting down on the bed and kicking off my heels. I took off my earrings and put them on the nightstand, then slid between the sheets. The dog slid under the covers with me, wanting to be close, warm and loved.

Sometime later, Karyn slipped between the covers and I noticed it was dark outside. It’s never quiet in New York, I could hear the sounds of the city muffled beyond the walls. Rolling over, I noticed I was still wearing the same clothes, so I got up and began the arduous daily task of getting ready for bed.

“You came home early,” Karyn said.

“Yeah, I was starting to make stupid mistakes at the salon, so Sue sent me home.”

“I still don’t understand why you have to hold down both jobs. I mean, you’re making ten times the salary at your insurance job.”

I washed my face, removing my makeup then pulled my eyelashes off one by one. After that, I took off my clothes and made sure they were piled neatly in the hamper before putting on a clean nightgown.

Being a woman was arduous and frustrating. From hair and makeup to nail and skin care, everything had a routine, everything had a product, and I was judged on my ability to create perfect image of a busy working older woman. One slip, one hair out of place, one tooth not polished, one wrinkled garment and I was judged and convicted before I had a chance to explain.

“We’ve been over this,” I said, sliding back under the covers and taking her into my arms. “I have to fulfill your end of the contract also. It was the only way I could get you back here.”

I kissed her softly, one eye at a time. 

Things were definitely different now. I suppose I would have had the same reaction if Karyn were a man while I was a man. She had a hard time with the physicality, but slowly her barriers were coming down. We hadn’t made love yet, but at least she let me hold her and kiss her.

"How close are you to the target amount to get your body back?” Karyn said, softly.

I sighed. “I’m more than halfway. What do you think about selling off my…I mean, Joyce’s apartment? That will easily put me over the top, but, I don’t know, it feels wrong somehow, like I’d be stealing it.”

“Sue keeps telling you there’s rooms above the salon too.”

“That’s what I mean. It’s not like whoever inhabits Joyce after me won’t have a place to be, she just won’t have the apartment in Queens.”

“I don’t know, I say go for it.” Karyn said, holding me tighter. It was a strange sensation being in a woman’s body. The arousal didn’t come from just one location but from all over. She kissed my neck, and I felt her warm breath.

“Ohhh babbbyyyy…” I said softly. “Don’t let your mouth make promises your body can’t keep.”

The swelling in her lips had gone down, thankfully, so she didn’t have such a ‘trout’ pout. She had scheduled the breast reduction surgery, and I had given her a new hairstyle — it was now a honey blond shag quite close to her original color. She toned down in the makeup and clothes styles also and was gradually back on track for a more ‘natural’ beauty.

Regardless, we were together, we were happy, we were in love. I held her in my arms, and she kissed my neck some more, gradually going down until she got to my breasts. She took one in her mouth, chewing softly, then blew on it and I felt it grow turgid and rigid. Then she bit down on it, a bit hard and I gasped.

“Careful, doll!” I said, moaning. A warmth grew in my middle and I got very wet. She continued downward, tongue flickering lightly over my clitoris, before plunging in deep. I couldn’t help but rock my body in time to her exquisite tongue, panting and moaning as she made me so hot.

She reached up and gripped one of my nipples when I got to the panting phase, then she twisted it hard and I screamed, gushing into her mouth, shivering and quaking as my first female orgasm flooded through me.

She surfaced, wearing a wide grin, and I kissed her mouth.

“How did that feel?” she said.

“Oh my God, so amazing!” I was still shivering as my toes curled.

I ran my hands through her hair, kissing her, and going down on her body also. Her lovely pussy still tasted as delectable as it always had and I brought her to orgasm. She screamed, riding my face, shivering in ecstasy.

Then she moved her legs between mine. “There’s something I’ve always wanted to try,” she said as she moved down the bed, but keeping her legs between mine. “Open your legs darling…”

I did, and she pressed her wet box to mine, and began to grind. I moaned, grinding back against her, scissoring my legs and pivoting my hips. We were able to get a delicious suction going as we ground against each other.  I came several times and I know she did as well.

Later we smoked on top of the covers. She lay in my arms, her head on my breast.

“I don’t remember if we ever were able to cum that much when we were man and wife,” she said.

“Hell, no.” I said. “The most I think for me was three times.”

She smiled. “Well, at least we know we can make each other happy.”

“Sexy girl,” I said, kissing her mouth.

“Mmm, sexy mama!”

I rolled my eyes. “Mama’s gonna spank you, if you keep calling me that.”

“Have I been a bad girl, Mama?” she said, in a cute high-pitched voice.

“Very bad, I’m afraid.” I ran my hand over her backside and gave her a sharp slap.

“Ohhh!” she cried.

I slapped her again, harder this time.

“Ohhhh!” she said again.

Karyn liked a little bondage. I slid her over my knee and gave her a few spankings, then worked on her breasts, massaging and twisting the nipples until she was shaking and screaming in pain and ecstasy.

She got very sleepy after that and I cuddled with her.

“Next time, can I try a hood?”

“Whatever you think might heighten your enjoyment.”

She nodded, and fell asleep.

I looked at the time. Nearly 4 AM. Sighing, I realized I only had a hour before I needed to get up. It took me a long time to get ready in the mornings. 

I drifted to sleep feeling her warm naked body, next to mine.

***

The next morning I arrived at Lord Mallory Inc early. I liked to get a jump on the day, when I wasn’t completely exhausted, and answer emails, check phone messages, and make a schedule for what I wanted to get accomplished.

I also found a need to make a pot of coffee, bring pastries, and I’d even brought fresh cut flowers once a week to liven the place up a bit. Some of Joyce’s personality was definitely starting to ‘bleed through’ and I found myself surfing the web during down times looking at interior decorating tips, latest hair fashion, and Picterest color palettes.

The work was tedious, but boring. How could I have enjoyed this insurance stuff when I’d been Robert? LMI was embarking on a new project called ‘Ambition’ and I was assigned the task of finding out the ins and outs of the competing insurance policies. I was up to my eyeballs in terms and conditions, spreadsheets with amortization tables, questionnaires regarding the project and potential impact, and a hundred more details. I didn’t even know what the project was about, much less able to guesstimate what umbrella policy the company might adopt.

My executive assistant was a gal named Monica who was down with all the latest gossip in the company. She was cute with blond hair, blue eyes, and a full figured form that kept her running in the tighter circles, unlike me who had come in as the old battle-ax.

“SLT meeting in 10,” Stephen Fisher said, popping into my office. He was a good-looking guy, in his late fifties, and was the head of HR.

I glanced at my calendar. “Guess they don’t use email to schedule meetings?”

“You know the boss,” Stephen said. “Hey, want to grab some coffee later?”

“Sure,” I said. 

“Meet me downstairs after the meeting. I need a pick-me-up.” He gave a dashing grin.

“It’s a date.”

Stephen smiled, knocking my door-frame then darted away.

I finished the email I’d been typing, and sent it off. After clearing my virtual and physical desktop of current items, I grabbed my purse and threw my tablet in it. After visiting the ladies’ room, I went into the conference room.

The teleconference screen had been setup and we could see the interior of the London office. I did some rough calculus in my head and figured it was around 3:00 pm in the UK.

Senior leadership from both countries found a seat and chatted softly. Stephen Fisher sat next to me, which I liked and didn’t like at the same time.

Exmuritious moved into camera range and sat at the ‘head’ of the table in the UK.

“Welcome everyone, and thank you for coming at such short notice. I wanted to announce, officially that project Ambition is officially launched and building has commenced at the new facility in Abu Dhabi.”

Eyebrows raised as several people started side conversations at once.

“I know, we are escalating our time schedule, but I think it’s important to understand our deadline is quickly approaching. I want our first event to happen at midnight on the December 21st which gives us a little over 7 months to have it built, tested, and QA’d.”

Again, the table erupted in conversation, most of it angry over the timeline. I stayed quiet, mainly because I had no idea what Project Ambition actually was.

“How can we be expected to have our first event on December 22?” Gabriel Iku said. He was our Team Captain for the US office. “We have six monthly events between then and now, and that has been taking almost all of our resources as it is.”

Exmuritious nodded. “The gala-events are suspended until further notice.”

“Wait, what?” I said. This was disastrous news, I was very much on track to get my body back! 

Apparently, I wasn’t the only one who was upset by this. The entire meeting erupted into exclamations and angry voices. Stephen was furious, his face flushed a deep red as he shouted into the conferencing monitor.

Exmuritious waited for the fury to die down, making placating motions with his hands. “I know, I know, believe me, I know what this means for many of you. But we can’t split our focus, we simply must devote all of our time to Ambition in order for it to be a success. Once that is in the bag, we can get back to the monthly events, I promise.

Several people muttered under their breath, but fell silent after a short time.

“Ms. Reagan, what progress have you made with the selection committee, are we prepared to choose a product?”

Startled, I cleared my throat. “I have the proposals prepared and completed my analysis, yes.”

“Perfect. That’s the first domino that must fall in order for all of this to happen. Get with the selection committee today and let’s get that out of the way so we can get on with our important work, shall we?”

“Of course,” I said, sitting down.

He went around the room, querying the various members of the Senior Leadership Team for their contribution to the overall project. He had hired competent staff, so the project appeared to be on time and under budget, which is what everyone wants in these types of endeavors.

“Everyone know next steps?” He said, standing up.

We all mumbled our agreement.

“Perfect.” He took a few steps toward the doorway in London. “I expect all of you to fulfill your objectives as stated in your employment contracts. I’d hate to have to ‘demote’ any of you, but the success of the project depends on everyone’s one-hundred-percent dedication. I hope I’m being very clear”

“Perfectly, Ex,” Gabriel Iku, said looking back at us. “Right team?”

“Yah, boss.” Most of us chorused as we too, stood up and started to leave.

Stephen Fisher glanced at me on the way out of the room. “Forget coffee, let’s go have a drink!”

I nodded, still stunned at the news. 

I would be stuck as Joyce for the next seven months.