A desperate Nicole Hollings opened the window. She didn't have much time. She had to get away. She carefully removed the lamp from the night table to the right of her bed. Nicole ascended the table with care. She didn't want to fall and hurt herself. She had to climb out the window and land on the dirt and flowers that lay beneath her bedroom.

Nicole had a dancer's body; she didn't have any trouble getting on top of the table to gain access to the window. “How should I do this?” she thought. I guess feet first. She climbed out of the window with her right foot and then her left. She smoothed her sexy skater dress so that it hung mostly outside. She was sitting on the windowsill looking down at the flowers. The beautiful violet and scarlet flowers she had planted long ago. She would have to trample them. She didn't have another choice. But, despite her desperation, she would try and minimize the damage to her pretty flowers. She didn't have another choice and they were just flowers, her pretty flowers. She must leave this place. A speedy departure was imperative.

Nicole steadied herself with her beautifully manicured hands.

“Should I jump or lower myself? Lowering myself seems to be a better choice. I might get hurt if I jump.” Besides she was wearing heels. They were only two-inch heels, the smallest heels she had. All of her shoes that belonged to Nicole had some sort of heel, this included her bedtime slippers.

She allowed her butt to slip off the sill as her legs crept closer to the ground. She wasn't able to descend an additional inch requiring the need to jump the last four or five inches to the ground trying to avoid damaging her beautiful flowers any more than she had to. She was now standing on the dirt; a trio of flowers was smashed under her feet. Nicole mourned the flowers for a moment before continuing.

Nicole couldn't run, not properly in these heels. Especially not in the soil and grass. She made her way to the sidewalk as rapidly as she could. On the pavement, she could walk briskly. Her paces were quick and fluid. Almost like she was leaping. Her dress bounced with every step.

She walked past one house, then the next to a third house. Nicole knocked incessantly at the door.

Kaleb had been sitting on his favorite chair when he heard the loud knocking. It took Kaleb a few moments to get out of the chair. He may have been only twenty-six, but he was extremely heavy. He forced his weight forward and then had to use both arms to propel his 300-pound frame to a standing position.

“I'm coming,” he announced.

Kaleb didn't bother asking who was at the door when he opened it. He didn't have any fear of letting a stranger in. He didn't care. Besides who would want to hurt him.

Kaleb opened the door and looked out. He saw Nicole. He had seen her countless times before, she lived a few houses down. She was wearing a wine-colored skater dress. He didn't know what any of these terms meant, but it was a stretch knit that hugged Nicole's torso which flared out into a flirty skater skirt that only covered the top half of her thighs. It had a plunging neckline and princess seams. The strappy open back exposed her from the tops of her shoulders to her upper waist. Her breasts were raised proudly by a hidden push-up bra. Her legs were covered with footless, opaque nude tights. On her manicured feet were sandals that had a two-inch heel. There wasn't any way to know that she had on a thong underneath. Kaleb subconsciously appreciated everything he saw.

Kaleb thought that Nicole wore too much makeup for her pretty face, but who was he to complain. (The thick makeup hid some facial bruises. They were a reminder for Nicole of what could happen.) Nicole seemed to be a knockout to Kaleb. Kaleb doubted that she had reached her twentieth birthday yet.

“You have to help me!” Nicole told him.

“Help you? Yeah sure. Come on in.”

“That won't help. I need something more permanent than that.”

“What then?”

“First, I want to say if there was any other way. I mean I'm sorry, but I have to do this!” Nicole rambled.

“Do what? You aren't making any sense!”

“It's just there isn't anything I can do. I'm stuck. Nothing else will work! It just won't.”

“What won't work?” Kaleb questioned.

“Look at me. Look at my eyes.”

Kaleb saw her pretty green eyes. They were framed by eye-shadow and eyeliner, not to mention thin arching eyebrows. Kaleb could see both desperation and determination in Nicole's gaze.

When Kaleb blinked, his eyes seemed to stay closed longer than they should. He couldn't see anything. The world dropped away. He couldn't hear another sound. He didn't even seem to feel the weight of his own body. He didn't know how long it took for the ambient sounds of the world to return. His eyes opened and he saw himself. Kaleb saw his own body standing in front of him. Kaleb wasn't inside his own house; he was outside now. Kaleb's body was standing inside his home at the door.

“What's going on?” Kaleb asked in a higher pitched voice than his own. The voice wasn't entirely unfamiliar, but it didn't sound exactly like Nicole's. He was hearing it from within Nicole's body.

“I told you, I'm sorry. There isn't another way.”

Kaleb looked down and saw the cleavage of Nicole's breasts from a perspective that should have been impossible. Beneath his breasts, he could see his small hands. He turned his hands, so they pointed palm up and then brought them to the bottom of what were now his breasts. His soft and warm breasts filled his tiny hands.

Kaleb subconsciously licked his lips. He could taste the sweetness of the cherry-flavored lip-gloss that covered his lips (as well as the lipstick underneath that.)

“I don't believe it! Why?”

“I had to. I just had to.”

“THERE YOU ARE!” Kaleb hears a deep voice say in an accusatory tone.

Kaleb didn't turn to look. His mind was busy with other concerns.

A moment later, Kaleb felt a strong hand grab him on his bare left shoulder. He was pulled around to see Dominick, Nicole's boyfriend. At least that is what Kaleb thought their relationship had been.

“What?” Kaleb couldn't form a coherent thought. His world had been turned upside-down.

“The boys are going to be at the house in a few minutes. I told you, you're going to dance for them!”

“I'm not her! I mean, I'm not...” Kaleb said defensively in Nicole's high-pitched voice. He didn't know what to say. Nothing made any sense.

Dominick ignored Kaleb. “Come with me. They will be here soon.”

“No, I won't go!”

“You'll go!” Dominick slapped Kaleb's thigh in an area that was covered by the dress. The pain was immediate. Nicole had been slapped there several times before. The area had been bruised long before Nicole arrived at Kaleb's door.

Then to Nicole who was standing at the door inside Kaleb's apartment (in Kaleb's body), Dominick commanded, “This doesn't concern you. Go inside and close your door!”

“I'm sorry,” Nicole told Kaleb, not that Dominick knew or cared who Nicole was referring to. She closed the door.

Kaleb couldn't believe what had happened. He didn't know what to do. Screaming wasn't part of his masculine nature.

Dominick forced Kaleb away from his home and down the street.

“You are going to dance,” Dominick told Kaleb in a menacing tone, and then after that, you will take care of my friends. One after another, all five of them! Hear me?”

It dawned on Kaleb what Dominick meant when he told him to, 'Take care of them'.

The final thought that Kaleb had as he was forced to enter Dominick's house was, what was going to happen to him when 'the boys' discovered that he didn't know how to dance.

Dominick escorted Kaleb into Nicole's home.

“Wait right here until the music starts! Hear me?”

Kaleb nodded.

It didn't take long before Kaleb heard the expected music. Kaleb had danced at a club but didn't know how to dance like a sexy woman. He strutted into the other room and tried to 'dance' around.

He saw five middle-aged men sitting on the couch and love seat. They seemed quite ordinary in Kaleb's opinion.

Not knowing what to do, Kaleb turned to the guys and shook his butt some, then he turned back, and thought should I start with my hands at my crotch and bring them up to my chest or start at my chest and bring them down to my crotch. Kaleb didn't know what he was doing.

One of the men got up and talked to Dominick who was standing by the wall.

“I'm sorry,” Dominick told the men. Then he walked right toward Kaleb. Fear filled Kaleb. He wanted to run but didn't dare.

“I guess I removed too much,” Dominick whispered. Then he touched Kaleb's head. Knowledge entered Kaleb's mind. He suddenly remembered years of dance classes as well as some more exotic dance training. Kaleb found that he had the skill and the training of a professional dancer.

“We are going to start again,” Dominick announced.

The music started again; Kaleb danced to the beat. His moves had become graceful and well-coordinated the second time around. He knew what to do and to do it for the best effect. At first, he didn't remove his clothing, only pushed it aside to reveal some skin. But as the dance progressed, his apparel was slowly and sensuously discarded. The seated men enjoyed the show tremendously.

The performance ended with Kaleb laying on the ground naked in front of the men. His legs were tucked under his thighs and his knees were spread wide apart, giving the men a bird's eye view of Kaleb's fruitcakes.

Kaleb was taken by the first man into the adjoining bedroom. Kaleb didn't know how to please a man and he certainly didn't want to. That didn't matter though as the man did whatever he wanted with Kaleb. Kaleb didn't have any choice. Between the five men, every orifice that Kaleb had was used in some way.

Kaleb felt degraded and hopeless. He understood why Nicole was desperate. Whether it was the five men or Nicole who raped Kaleb to a greater degree, was a philosophical question that Kaleb didn't want to consider. Instead, he fell asleep as soon as he was sure it was all over.

When Kaleb woke up, Dominick touched his head. The memory of exactly what happened the night before was removed from Kaleb's mind. Despite knowing he had been raped, he couldn't recall exactly what happened. He couldn't remember the taste of cum anymore. He couldn't remember how it felt to have a man inside him or up his ass. In his head, Kaleb was pure again. His hymen had been restored, and a virginal tightness was returned to his butt and cooch. He knew it had happened, but there wasn't any indication of it, nor could he recall what took place. The bruises he had on his face and thighs were also magically healed.

With the memory of what happened excised from his head, Kaleb wondered for a moment if it really happened. The doubt that it hadn't was short-lived when Kaleb realized that he was still female. Now that the memory of the former day's events were gone, Kaleb found it easier to sleep. He slept until noon.

“Nicole, our next guest has a MILF fetish. So, you are going to be aged twenty years and spend the afternoon baking.”

“Baking?”

“Yeah, you'll make cookies, pies, and a cake. When the client takes you, you'll still be baking. He likes that.”

Dominick put his hand on Kaleb's head, and the required baking knowledge and skills entered his mind. His body aged somewhat but was still very attractive. He found that he wasn't in any way as flexible as he had been. Kaleb knew what to do. He got dressed in pretty clothing appropriate for a woman approaching forty, including an apron and sensible shoes. He knew which apparel to select. Then he walked to the kitchen to make himself a sandwich and start preparing the pastries he would need.

End