The Suit

[BLACK BART]

This card entitles the bearer to one fitting and trial usage of the Royal Duchess Suit. With the use of this fine and unique piece of clothing three things are guarnteed. ONE: Your life will be changed in ways you've never dreamed of. TWO: You will have the perfect body and health you've always dreamed of. THREE: No one will know or believe you're wearing our suit. Fittings end June 9th and are by appointment only.8431 Perchance Lane, Suite 403. Don't miss this once in a lifetime opportunity!






The satin finished cards were obscurely set on a round silver serving dish in a fanned pattern, a tiny card in the center encouraging the invitation only guests to take only one. The list of guests had several obvious things in common. They were all women. Fantastic beauties that carried their age well but could stand a few minor improvements. Each was extremely wealthy and competitive.

“I’m told there are only so many of these suits to be offered and as usual Margaret Hemingway Dupree’s has the first in her slimy clutches”

The voice came from behind the well shaped brunette who was reading the card as a slim arm reached around her and snatched up two in her hand

“You’re supposed to take only one?” The darker haired woman gently chided the bleach blond behind her as she turned and faced her.

“I know…but I have a sister who would “die” for one of these and I thought I’d give her one for Christmas? You know…for the woman who has everything?”

Smiling back knowingly the brunette agreed and filched a second for herself, then a third…spending a small amount of time mingling before excusing herself and leaving the posh party.

“ I picked up one for each of my best girls, it never hurts to look your best even if we are near perfect. In sales we women need every edge we can get, right? Now I’d try one myself but will be out of town and I was told the fittings will begin and end with next week. You don’t have to buy one but at least try them out, I’m told the possibilities are near endless!”

The cards were now in play. The head of the sales department unwittingly playing the dupe and handing out the irresistible bait, the only question that remained was who would be the first to nibble?

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Looking for one co writer to play along as the female victim, please apply via PM with ideas and questions before we begin, Thanks

BB

 

[Sweetp4u]

Enter the heiress..

"Mrs. Stroud-Haven?" She turned to the sound of a voice behind her. Everyone knew who she was, but did not approach her, not unless they wanted something or had false compliments to pay her. So this new voice behind her set her teeth on edge, but she managed that old fashioned smile which had graced the cover of Time magazine. "Yes?"

"Welcome, we have refreshments in the lounge waiting." She eyed the little attendant and followed. This was her first outing since her husband's death, two months ago. Nothing changed however, everything seemed the same. Party after party, charity events, invitations to everything and anything.. Anything to get money that is.. So this newest invitation had caught her interest. She came for the sheer fact that she could not hide forever, she had to present herself soon enough back into society.. Might as well be this function.

The guest list was small, for that she was thankful. However she had no knowledge of her host or hostess. Had yet to even meet them? It was rude yes, but this was modern times and LA. She had already filed away a note not to accept another when she arrived and was greeted by some frumpy college student who needed braces..

"Please, be seated." She said nothing, sat down and accepted a drink. Within a few minutes of her arrival three squabbling women came into the room. Eyeing the silver tray with engraved cards upon it, they circled like the vultures they were and scooped them up. Having already obtained one upon walking by, she let it sit unread in her lap. Whatever the reason for being here was, she felt certain she could at least leave early.

She listened to them talk, knowing one was a pro-football star's wife, another was the mayor's daughter and the last was Westland Bank Owner's wife. All young, all had surgery to fix something. She did not snide at this, knowing she too had work done. But then the Heiress to Strouds had to be presentable. Her eyes noted they wore some of her perfume line. Another had a pair of earrings of hers and the other one wore make up that more than likely also was Strouds.

As if feeling her eyes on them, the trio turned in unison.

"Good evening Amanda." The dyed blonde spoke with a slight lisp or accent.. Country girl perhaps? Southern Belle? She knew the blonde was a 90's beauty queen winner however.
"We were sorry to hear about Micheal.." The brunette was too nice to be in this environment.. And newly wed.

"Thank you." Her voice came out crisp and held a touch of class the other three had yet to learn. A fourth generation Stroud's Girl... She hated that title, but carried it with dignity.

"Are you going to try on the offered dress?"

"Gown. And I have yet to decide." She sat upright, Amanda never slouched, adjusted her skirt a little and held her poise. "And who is our gracious host?"

"We haven't.. met him.. Or her yet." The lovely Brunette blushed. She could see why the woman won the Bank Owner's heart.

"Ah. Well good evening ladies." Amanda rose from her chair, carrying the card with her as she strolled from the mansion to her waiting limo. She really should have picked a better function to attend her first night out. As a widowed Stroud, she made sure she even wore the customary black.. But her feelings for her husband of four years were anything but remorseful.

"Henry." She smiled for the first time that night at her driver, waiting while he opened the door for her.

ooc:
Amanda Marie Stroud-Haven
33 y/o Black hair, blue eyes. Creamy complextion.
Widowed recently. Only child. Parent's deceased. Runs a multi-billion dollar company which specializes in a variety of things, mostly to make women beautiful, or think they need it to be beautiful

 

[BLACK BART]

The Image

Carefully tended and always reinforced when possible the image of the woman who ran the Royal Duchess haberdashery was that of a wise, gifted oriental woman of indiscriminate age. Indeed there even existed a woman who was seen and thought to rule the company with a shrewd mind and a knowing smile....
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Pale blue eyes looked up from the stack of files and thin lips moved for the first time since the folders had arrived.

"Has the widow made any attempt to make an appointment?"

"She sent a messenger over with the invitation a few hours ago"

"Send these eight to Madame Ling as they arrive and give them the usual accommodations will you please? Ask the Madame to make a creation for each that will take away a mans breath and yet make the woman feel she is indeed a Lady in all men's eyes. Spare no expense for them and see each leaves with a smile on her lips and in her eyes."


"Understood"

"And send a confirmation of the time and the address of my offices with a bouquet of blood red roses from my nursery to the widow immediately."



"Understood"

The woman quietly removed eight slim folders and left a single well filled one behind without asking,her eyes glancing at the name carefully pencilled in a corner as the man returned his attention to it.


*Marie Stroud-Haven*



"And this one sir?"

The eyes remained on the contents of the file as the lips parted slightly to smirk before replying.

"I'll attend to this one personally."

"As you wish, sir."

 

[Sweetp4u]

Amanda

"Miss?" She glanced from her morning paper, spying Henry waiting with an envelope.
"Thank you Henry." She took the letter from his hand and dismissed him. As she pulled her opener from the tabletop, a maid came in carrying a dozen red roses.
"Which charity sent those?" She found herself asking with little interest.
"None miss. They arrived with the letter."
"OH. Oh.. I see. Well place them here." Her eyes strayed to the roses, wondering briefly who had sent them? Upon reading the letter, she knew now where they came from.. Whom ever was gifting her with the dress had sent confirmation, set date and location and twelve beautiful roses...

But why?

She felt giddy with excitement, but did not show the emotion lest someone think she had taken a lover.. The last thing she needed was nosey smut-writers at her door with cameras. Last night she had sent word back that she would accept and to please schedule her in.. It was remarkable how quickly they had responded. Now all she needed to know was who was 'they'?

She had six days until she was to be at the Marietta Suite.. "Friday?"
"Pardon Miss?" The maid glanced at her just as she finished the arrangement.
"Nothing. Thank you Sara." She waved the girl off and sat staring at the confirmation. No name, no signature.. Nothing to give away who was gifting her with the dress... It interested her.. More than she would let on.

"Their money." She mumbled, sipping her morning coffee. What did she care if they gave her the creation? She had never been able to aquire anything like it on her own.. Money and power meant nothing to whomever made these dresses.. Now for the first time, she was going to see what all the hushed boasting was about.



Friday came quickly enough for Amanda. Between a board meeting and a new line to over see, she had kept herself busy, barely seen, and still in black. Tonight however, she would shed her mourning gown, put up her hair and see the opera.. After she got her fingers and bottom into that dress.

She eyed her figure at the Salon, knowing she needed to exercise and soon.. Or see her plastic surgeon. No, at her age, it would be too noticeable. She resigned herself to looking away from her growing love handles and sink into the hot tub.

Her eyes closed, her mind a million miles away, she began to relax and remember she was still a young woman. Still capable of finding a lover.. Perhaps a new husband. With her bank account alone she should never want for male company.. Only she hadn't been naked in front of one for over a year and a half. When she learned he could not have children, her husband seen no point in their continued sleeping arrangements. And it suit her just fine. Moving into her father's old suit, she found it quite lovely compared to sleeping next to a snoring ogre.

Sure she could shed a good fifteen pounds, She could have her breasts done so the sag vanished..DO something about the bags under her eyes. She grunted in contempt at her own thoughts and tossed away the cucumber slices over her eyes. Hell with it, those thoughts would only make her more reclusive than she was.

She was right, the opera would do her some good. Although she did not know the language or understand anything sung, she could be seen in the new creation, admired and perhaps go home not alone.

By seven p.m. she was inside the suite, waiting for this slim oriental woman to finish unpacking the gown. Amanda grew nervous by the minute, unsure of herself and fitting into this gown. No one had taken her measurements, but the woman assured her the dress was ready. She did not tell Amanda anything about the dress, nor the color..

Unused to this kind of thing, she sat silently and waited for instruction. It had been a long while since someone had made her like she was a kid again. She fidgeted on the seat a little, picking imaginary lint from her skirt. Her hair was done up, her jewelry silver and diamond, guaranteed to go with any color.. As for shoes, she wore the fabled 'glass slippers'. Commissioned to be made by a Swiss man..

Ok so she spoiled herself a little.. Glass shoes, clothing lines of all the best designers.. Chocolates from various places.. Fresh sea food flown in monthly.. But life was short, she had to appease herself some how.. She almost chuckled aloud then remembered what the over indulgence was doing to her figure and fell back into silence.

"You may change in the room there, Miss Stroud-Haven." Amanda glanced up to the little woman and smiled nervously. With a nod she rose from the lounge chair and walked into the darker bedroom. Done is oak and hunter green, it wasn't tacky but masculine. Beautiful in its own way. She noticed the gold blended into small things around the room and made note of it. These colors would go well in her guest bedrooms. Seemed fitting for any possible men that.. She trailed off as the woman brought in a shimmering blue gown.

Amanda's gasp of pleasure was heard and the woman acknowledged it with a satisfied smile. "You approve?"
Amanda could only nod her head as the gown was placed on a hook. It hung there, taunting her a moment as it swayed back and forth slightly. The light caught the gown in various places and, if possible, the gown shimmered even more.

"My god.. It's breath taking.." She said in reverence.

"You must try it on before time runs out... The opera Miss Stroud-Haven?"

Amanda nodded her head, remembering she could wear it, not just stare. Some how the oriental woman vanished without a sound, leaving her alone in the bedroom. Shedding her clothes quickly, she stood in her undergarments. She pulled the gown from the cloth hanger and stepped into it. Pulling it on was sure pleasure alone, she moaned softly as the silky material caressed her skin.

She turned into the mirror, studying herself in complete awe. The gown clung to her breasts, making them appear firmer, higher. The long sleeves looked so feminine, delicate, her hands even appeared younger. It clung down her ribcage a little and then slowly flared away from her body. The skirt reached the floor, but as she turned, she noticed the slits up both sides. They stopped just before her stockings and garters. She turned to eye the oval opening in the back of the gown, it showed enough back to tantalize but managed to hide her widening hips. She wiggled her shoulders a little, watching as the gown seemed to stay in place, never revealing any more. She would have to remove her bra in order to wear it and quickly did so. What surprised her even more was that it fit. And it fit better than anything she ever had made customly before. Who knew her size? And should she feel embarassed over the fact?

She stood for quite some time just staring at her reflection until the other woman came back into the room to fasten her up.

"You like?" The girl asked but already knew the answer, Amanda's face glowed with something much akin to orgasmic after-glow.

"Oh heavens yes!.." She turned this way and that, studying herself from all angles before once more facing the mirror. Her hands ran down her stomach a little, caressing the material quietly thinking.

"Who paid for this? Can I ask that?"
"That I can not answer Miss."
"Oh. Ok. Do I owe you anything?"
"No Miss."
"Well can I at least give you gratuity?"
"No miss. No worries, you are to enjoy the gift." The oriental woman looked at her watch and made a little sound before meeting Amanda's eyes in the mirror.

"You must go now. And you'll be contacted again if necessary." With those cryptic words the tiny woman vanished from the suite completely.

She would have taken it as an insult if she wasn't so thrilled with the gown. No one she knew just walked out of the room and suite without at least a good-bye.

Biting back the urge to squeal in pleasure like some eighteen year old girl, she grabbed her hang bag and headed out the door. She could care less about her clothes left behind, she could always buy more.. But she had to go out, she just had to be seen in this gown.

She smiled brightly, the entire ride down to the bottom floor, the entire time she road in her limo towards the opera house. Her smile never faltered as she stepped out of her limo and heard a few gasps from her 'acquaintances'.

 

[BLACK BART]

Long, lean fingers removed the wire framed glasses and laid them on the table next to the monitor then rubbed the pale blue eyes. His attention had been riveted on the two figures and the events that had occurred in the suite, every detail and motion a statement in itself that now began to form into a conclusive hypothesis.

"She seemed impressed and pleased?" The thin lips spoke knowing there was another presence in the room though no motion or noise was made by her entrance.

"Very pleased and quite eager to display herself and her new dress."

Eager...A quality that the man smiled at and made a mental note of, he had eyed the shape of her body and though it was not perfect the woman seemed quite aware of it as the fitting had progressed, and eagerness to display it now indicated receptiveness.

"The effects of the dress will wear off in exactly 22 hours, Mrs. Stroud-Haven will be sure to notice the changes in her body...how the extra pounds have seemingly disappeared, how her breasts and buttocks have lifted and become firmer even though she doesn't have the dress on...."

The thin lipped man turned on the chair and moved to another monitor to type in a series of queries on the keyboard in front of it, then for the first time turned his attention to the woman in front of him.

"All the sensors and recording implants are functioning Madame Ling, just as I specified...I'm quite pleased and impressed with your diligence even though time was quite short."

The bland face revealed no emotions as Madame Ling accepted the compliment and bowed in return, her eyes betraying a look of hope and something else as she spoke in return.

"Then our bargain is concluded and my daughter....?"

"Our bargain is NOT concluded. YOU still have much work to attend to before I am satisfied. But rest assured your daughter is in good hands and will remain so. That is IF you continue to please and impress me."

Pale blue eyes moved to the monitor in a rude dismissal noting the columns that now blinked in a cheery green affirmation that all was well.

"It will be quite a rude awakening for Mrs. Stroud-Haven when she finds her body returned to it's original shape in less than a day. Quite a shock I imagine....Though tonight I can imagine she will have a grand time with the dress, her new found confidence and our aid in her abilities to attract the men..."

Madame Ling turned slowly as she stood at the door and eyed the seated man, her own eyes and face under careful control again as she nodded in understanding.

"I have made sure the pheromone enhancers were in perfect condition and will be ready for Mrs Stroud-Haven if she returns."

"When Madame Ling....Not IF, but WHEN....and you will direct her immediately to me personally, to my lab where I will be waiting."

 

[Sweetp4u]

Amanda

Indeed she had noticed the changes as she stood before her full length mirror. She turned slowly, left to right and back again. Her eyes wide and staring, half in shock and half in pleasure.

"Remarkable!" She uttered softly, astounded really. Her slim hand ran over her flattened stomach and over her hip as she gazed at her profile. Her eyes traveled up her body, from ankle to thigh, over hip and ribs. The slope of her breasts, higher.. firmer.
"Amazing! Simply amazing..... " What had she eaten that could have done this?

Her upset over coming home alone was forgotten, in her mind now she worked out everything she had done... When she woke this same morning, she was herself.. And now.. Midnight none the less! She was transformed! She even turned on every light in her bedroom to assure herself it was not a trick of light.

Her body forgotten suddenly, she moved to her vanity and pulled out her personal stationary. Scribbling quickly, she wrote down all she had to eat and drink this full day, down to the slim finger sandwich she ate at the salon. Nothing was skipped, her list thuroughly gone over with a 'fine tooth comb' three times.

Something had done this to her. Something.. A miracle breakthrough! She chuckled aloud and dropped her pen, floating across the floor she stood before the mirror again. Her hands cupped her breasts, lifting and letting them drop, resting as naturally as any twenty year old's might.

"Simply amazing.." She turned to eye the dress, smiling softly as she climbed nude into her satin sheets. For the first time in a year she was sleeping totally nude. She felt sinful.. sexy.. Alluring.

"The beach!" She grinned with knowing eyes. Tomorrow the beach and that old thong! She had plenty of time to go shopping in the evening, but first she wanted to decorate the beach with her slim lucious, newly transformed body.

She said a silent prayer of thanks and slipped into erotic dream lands filled with life guards and sex.

 

[BLACK BART]

"Her levels indicate she is sleeping peacefully, her rem line is low and stable"

"Her pheremone count?"

"Off the scale as you planned, the dress acted as the perfect agent to transfer the drugs into her skin along with the microbes."

Nodding I smiled and realized how long of a vigil I had kept, the adrenalin was seeping out of me and leaving a very tired shell...

"Induce the dream into her subconcious, repeat it until it triggers a physical reaction and then stop until she falls asleep again, then repeat the cycle over and over until 11 a.m. or until she wakes and can't sleep again.

I looked at the timer over the monitor....12:26 it read...

"Mrs. Stroud-Haven has 18 hours left before her body returns to it's old self...that means at about 10 O'clock this coming evening the "magic" wears off and her fun ends. I want the control room at full staff by nine and everyone ready for a full demonstration if and when I ask for it. Tell everyone to get some rest before then because they won't when she arrives at our doorstep."

 

[Sweetp4u]

Amanda

She had never slept so restlessly in so long, she felt utterly drained. She woke at noon, noting the hour and groaned as she managed to roll out of bed. Half the day was gone and she didn't remember hearing anyone wake her.
"Wonderful.." She mumbled as she yawned and stretched. She had so many plans today...But they would have to wait. She really needed some sleep.

She lay back down and did not wake again until five o'clock that evening.

"Mrs. Stroud-Haven?" The maid peeked her head into the dark bedroom, noticing the pale figure on the bed. Amanda lay under the cool sheets, sleeping comfortably, peacefully.

"Y-Yeah?" She rolled to her back, ignoring the clock, trying to remember what it was she had been dreaming? Something aggitated her senses, something made her feel a little... strange?

"Dinner Ma'am. It is waiting in the dining room for you." The door closed as quietly as it had opened, the maid shaking her head as she walked away.
"The poor woman must be missing her husband." The maid was new, and did not really know what the rest of the staff knew..

Amanda slipped on her robe and called down to the kitchen. Her meal would be served here while she readied herself to go out. She wanted to find a new dress, something that did not hang off her body but fit.. She never forgot the new-found wonder of her slimmer figure..

By seven she was in a comfortable leather seat, watching sale's girls parade by with dress and dress.

"No, too.. glittery. Something else." She sipped her tea, eyed a red monstrosity and shook her head. "Darker. No sleeves."

"But your coloring.." Another gal pinched the protesting sale's girl and gave her a warning look. NEVER argue with the customer!

Amanda paid them no mind until she seen the strapless black gown. "Size six?" The blonde sales clerk was checking the size to make sure she had it right.

"Yes, I will take that one." Amanda stood, handed them her credit card, instructed on what undergarments she wanted to go with it and sent the blonde running to get them for her.

"Mrs. Stroud-Haven! A pleasure Madam." A gentleman about forty bent over her hand and kissed gently upon her skin.
"Mister...?" The name was there.. "Bradly Wentworth! I thought I recognized you." She smiled so sweetly, one wouldn't know she detested this pompus windbag with her whole being.

"Do tell me you are attending this year's St. Anne's Ball?" He smiled a dashing way, his looks very good, but his mannerisms were slimey to say the least!

"I have it on my calendar, Sir. I know that St. Anne's is a very worthy charity." She tugged her hand until she pride it from between his and stepped back a step. Her eyes scanned the vacinity, looking for his wife but not spying her?

She opened her mouth to speak when the sale's girl brought her her packages and receipt. "Thank you Mrs. Stroud-Haven, I do hope you enjoy your purchases." Amanda nodded in response, excused herself with a reassurance she would attend and quickly escaped the store.

Henry as usual was waiting for her and quickly secured her into the car. One of these days, she should really drive herself somewhere, perhaps if people did not spy Henry, they would pass by as if she wasn't there..

"The Salon, Henry." She had a dinner date tonight with a very attractive.. and very single man. The thought made her smile but it was a forced smile. Why she felt the need to remarry, why she felt she couldn't be alone, nothing made sense to her. She used to be more independant.. Ok, back in highschool.. She fondly remembered rebelling against her mother's wishes and getting into trouble.. But since she took over the company at nineteen years old, she lost that wild streak.. then her husband, the job, the stress.. her weight.. Somewhere in there, she had lost all interest in her life.

She sat staring at the window, lost in thought... What if?

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La Rouge's

"...I've been working on expanding the business to the west coast but have yet to decide..." Eric trailed on and on, droning was more like it. Amanda had lost interest in the conversation and sat glancing at his mouth now and then. Watching him talk.

He had broccoli stuck between his front teeth.. Did he not feel it?

"The profit alone...." He stopped only long enough to sip his drink, scotch perhaps, and continue rambling.

"Amanda?" Eric studied her face, noting the bland look there and gave a nervous chuckle.
"What?"
"You didn't hear a thing I said did you?"
"What? Oh.. no, sorry. I didn't rest too well last night. I'm sorry Eric, continue." She was being gracious but longed to do something more than sit and discuss profits.
"No, that's alright. I tend to get in that 'business' frame of mind.." He even did the little quotations in the air? She almost smirked at that.. "I tend to forget it's boring to outsiders.."
Since when was she an outsider?

"Forgive me Eric, I am not usually distracted, just alot on my mind." Amanda made excuses for her behavior, as usual.

He leaned towards her, his fingers seeming to reach to brush across hers. "A woman such as yourself should never be distracted if it means marring such perfection with worry.."
Her eyes widened a little, how did he know?
"M'dear, its written all over your face." He answered without being asked, insightful man.. Or used this before?

"Excuse me please, I need to refresh." She gave a stiff smile and stood from the table.

In the bathroom, she could hear the faint chime of the clock, alerting the hours arrival. Her lip stick was perfect, not a bit out of place or smeared.. She loved her line, it really did help, but left little excuses.

She felt giddy with excitement, Eric was giving off the right signals.. Now if she could get his mind off of work and office and on to her and her very daring neck line.. She'd be doing so much better..

"Why?" She asked her reflection in the mirror. "Why do you need a man?" She touched up her nose with her powder, still lost in thought when the toilet flushed behind her. Jumping out of her skin, she tensed as a dark haired lady approched the sinks.
"Honey.. I ask myself that every day as well.." She smiled in a friendly manner, washing her hands as she eyed Amanda.
"This is modern times hon.. You should look into the uh.. electrical era and fore-go men.. Just my advice." The dark haired lady left Amanda to her private musings.

"Crass but to the point." She turned and bent a little, searching her bag when the very distinct sound of ripping material sounded ominously in the bathroom. Her eyes widening, she up-righted herself quickly and turned to the mirror. Eyes wide, she stared at the gaping hole in the seam of her new gown. "Oh no!" She paled a little, it fit not an hour ago!
"No, no no no! Damn it!" She swore loudly, turning to her bag to find something to sew it with when the other side tore from rib to thigh. She paled, ready to scream in horror but managed to bite it back.

What was happening?! Why was this happening to her?! She fumbled to get her compact into her bag, hurrying towards the exit and her coat. Throwing on her fur, she stammered out an excuse to the host for Eric and ran out. In the car, she jumped inside, horrified with the thought that someone might have seen her split dress. She paled, near tears when she spied the envelope on her car seat. Opening it, she knew without question what it was about.

"Henry take me to Ash Drive." She rambled off the address and sat back, firmly holding her coat around herself, hiding her split seams and fighting back embarassing tears. Why had this happened? Was it some sort of wish thing that wore off? How had she lost all that weight and suddenly have it back? All these thoughts and more tore through her mind at a blinding speed, all these thoughts seemed only to enhance her urges to cry..

She managed to gain some control over herself when the car stopped before a brick building. Henry said nothing, merely opened the door and waited as Amanda walked up the stairs and pushed the call button.

"Yes?"

"This is Mrs. Stroud-Haven.. I was wondering if..." She didn't get her question out before the door was buzzed and she was allowed inside.

 

[BLACK BART]

Introductions and Explanations

"Mrs. Stroud-Haven has arrived"

I glanced at the monitor and smiled as I wiped my eyes, then replied.

"Excellent. See to it she changes into one of the robes before you show her to my lab. OH.... make sure her driver understands she'll be staying the next few days with us and he won't need to wait as well."

Moving to a sink I washed quickly and then dried, changing into a clean shirt and brushing my hair out of my face as the door opened and a very irritated woman barged in.

"My name is Mrs. Stroud-Haven and I demand..." She began as she covered half the distance of the floor to me and I cut her off.

"Yes, yes. I know who you ARE and know who you WERE. I also know your humble beginnings and ambitious rise into society. Now I'm ASSUMING you're here about the temporary effects of the dress I chose to give to you and the fact you'd like them to be more...permanent? Or else we're just wasting each others time, hmmm?"

Full lips used to giving orders and receiving immediate subserviance paused.... eyes used to assessing a mans wealth in a few seconds within a few million dollars looked at me with confusion and a face used to showing calm beauty clouded...

She wore the rich robe I had mentioned to my own people and the belt was hastily tied, leaving a great deal to not having to be imagined as I ushered her towards not a seat but the beginning of all my ideas and plans...

"Tuck yourself in my dear, the lab is too cool for bare skin because of the amount of equipment I have running in here, there will be plenty of time for you to flaunt your body when we're done chatting."

We had moved to a tiny table. On it sat a modest looking bowl and in it a nearly clear, gelatin like substance that glittered from tiny specks of silver that floated in it. Beside it sat a tiny, gold plated statue of a ferret that stood on it's hind legs and peered intently at us. Pointing it out I turned to face the rapidlt calmy woman and proudly announced...

"My name is Erin Hoeven, I am a Doctor of Artificial Micro Biological Intelligence as well as an accredited M.D., and this is my creation and the means to all you desire."

 

[Sweetp4u]

Amanda

He obviously didn't know as much as he claimed to know, since she never could compare her background to 'humble'. So what was his game?

She had stumbled a little, taken back by his comments. No one had treated her like this before! No one! He had some nerve, but she was a lady and as such would restrain herself from taking him down a notch or two... Truth be told, she was embarassed that he felt she was flaunting her body around in such a whorish manner!

"Sir.. Doctor? Whomever you are, I do not appreciate the joke!" She glared at him in a haunty manner, seating herself and pulling the robe tighter around herself. She felt naked.. A simple robe was not the body armour she was used to! How could she be the lady she is without her clothing?

"Although the gown was lovely.. And the effects of whatever you put on it was astounding, that in no way gave you the right to do what you did! And with no warning as well, embarassing! And you knew it would happen, didn't you?" She didn't have to spell out what that "What" was. The effects wore off and no one bothered to inform her of such things! She did not ask for this altering of her person.. Although she enjoyed it, felt better than she had in years.. that was no excuse for his unethical decisions.

She glared, poised as a lady of her status would, but she was still a little terrified. Those brutish .. assistants? Made her change into this robe before she could even speak with him and now this?

"I merely came here to tell you how I felt about your unhanded mannerisms Sir. Now If you'll be so kind as to tell those.. people out there to give me back my gown, I shall leave imediately!" Her tone never changed, only held that high disgusted tone.

She eyed the jelly like substance, curious to what it was.. Her biotechs would have a field day studying such 'goo' as she termed it.. Scientifical nonsense she never paid much attention to.. But she would not touch it, she would not let some flamoybant Doctor-whatever- Erin con her either.

Affirmed in her mind she was above him and justified, she waited for him to do her bidding. She had pull in this city by damned and she was not going to let him or anyone else humiliate her like she felt tonight.

She really hadn't paid much attention to what he said, she was too distraught over her seams ripping in public. Certainly even a civillian such as himself.. A doctor non the less, would understand that people in her 'class' did not tollerate such things?! Didn't he?!

 

[BLACK BART]

Doctor Erin apologizes

Long minutes the two stood beside the tiny table, long minutes in which the silence grew in reverse proportion and the chill of the room began to seep through even the heavy robe that was supplied.

"You know I was wrong about you Mrs. Stroud-Haven. I know of your standing in this community and was impressed by it. I also know of where you were born and how you rose to this standing and was even more impressed."

"Now this is a woman who knows how to get what she wants. One who can be a shrewd business woman one minute and the Lady of the City, the next.

That's what I've been telling myself. Never mind the details of why my formula works, she'll know it does and see it's potential. First for herself and then for the rest of the fair city."

Moving away from the table I knew now it wouldn't be the starting point in our relationship I had hoped it would be, but then again are most beginnings what we hope for?

"I was wrong Mrs. Stroud-Haven and I apologize. The effects of the formula imbedded in your dress can only be temporary at best. The real and permanent solution comes in a different application. But none of that is to your interests now and I can see that. I'll call the front door and have your man stopped so he can take you home, immediately."

At the desk now I lifted the phone and made a show of pressing the intercom button, a crisp voice coming across immediately.



"Yes, Sir? How can I help you?"

 

[Sweetp4u]

Amanda

"Wait!" She rose from the chair, her robe clutched tightly to her chest as she litterally strided over to where he stood and pushed down the reciever.

"Wait... I should be the one to apologize to you for my rude behavior." She stood staring at him, her business mind working full force as he slowly pulled his hand away from the phone.

"I.. Well." She cleared her throat anxiously. " I know it works.. I've seen it first hand. And I can understand the value of such things." She wanted to ring her fingers together and pace as she normally did when thinking about business.. but she couldn't, most certainly not in this robe.

"There is a permanent alteration? Like plastic surgery?" She cringed with the thought, knowing the risks of surgery and why she stayed away from it.

"But what if this formula was marketed in say.. A facial cream? A body ointment?" She paused a moment, her eyes widening.

"Is that why you brought me the dress? To lure me here? I am sure in all your research of me, you know I am Stroud's. Sole heiress and owner. Was it an angle to sell this product?" She wasn't sure how to react to this thought, but her shock showed on her face. It could be the truth... That was one reason married men were nothing more than hyphenated add-ons to the Stroud's name.. No ties, no pull, nothing according to the prenup.. And those interested in marketing their 'discoveries' had even less of a chance gaining a foot hold into Stroud's..

"I am sorry, I am being rude again." She backed away a step, her brows drawn together as she thought over what little she had heard. "Why not.. Would you kindly tell me why? Why you gifted me with the dress, the effective.. stuff you created and the purpose?" She had to know, more than she required an apology.

 

[BLACK BART]

Point made and the conversation directed the way I wanted I listened to Mrs Stroud-Haven's questions without reply. The answers she wanted would come in short time as I demonstrated and explained my product and proposal to her.

"No more need to apologive Mrs Stroud-Haven, even in the best of partnerships a few points must be wrinkles must be ironed out, and the fault was not entirely yours. I wanted to make a lasting impression on the one person I knew could benefit from this as much as I could and by using the dress as a method to give a demonstration left a lot to be explained, perhaps too much?"

We stood facing each other now and I watched the woman before me regain her calm and with it her poise...and knew it was time to get to the business I had worked and plotted at for so many years.

"I was chosen by the military a few years back because of my background in miniature electronics and biological manipulation. An odd mixture you might say but one at the time very interesting to the secret departments in the government, one that promised enough in the early stages of development that they opened thier bottomless purses to me and with that financing allowed me to leap years ahead in the two previously unmixed sciences. They were looking for ways to control mammals that wouldn't be suspect, and with that control be able to use those creatures against thier enemies as tools to gather information and in certain instances weapons of destruction. The creatures would remain natural in appearance and make the perfect unsuspected spy tool they reasoned. Fortunately the project lived up to all thier expectations, the small statue was the first shining example of our success, unfortunately the "bottomless purse" quickly hit bottom with the latest wave of budget cuts and was shelved."

Waving to a corner of the lab that had several peices of furntiture in it I moved with her towards them and continued as we sat.

"Fortunately for me the military never audited thier expenditures accurately and I was able to continue with my own research and development. What I discovered and created was astounding, it's abilities still not fully understood or the end of them quite reached yet, the potential of it all at this point...limitless."

Long and well shaped legs appeared as the robe dropped off and I smiled, playing the male to the hilt as I gave them my full attention and let lust come into my eyes before they were covered.

"So just what are you selling my good doctor?" The amused words came to me and I smiled in return, pushing the glasses back up my nose to see her better.

"Not selling Mrs Stroud-Haven. Giving. I'm going to give you the first bio-nano-tech suit in existence, once donned no one will ever know you're wearing it, including yourself. But the changes will become apparent to yourself quickly in your body, your health and even your physical abilities. Your experiences will demonstrate to all of us how best to use this discovery, your business and street wise mind will enable us to judge it and market it shrewdly, and once we do neither of us will ever be dependant on another human being for anything we desire."

Smiling again I leaned forward and placed my elbows on my knees, then steepled my fingers together before placing my chin on them to peer at the woman before me.

"Does that interest you Mrs. Stroud-Haven? I'll answer your questions if it does and then we can begin fitting you for your new suit...immediately."

 

[Sweetp4u]

Amanda

She eyed him skepticly at first, wondering what he really truely wanted from her? But the more she listened and the more she thought about it all, the possibilities of this suit.. She had a weakening in her she couldn't squash. She wanted to try this, she wanted to see how this suit would work and if it did, forever?

She covered her legs, shifting in her seat as she became a little uncomfortable at his look. Men did not look at a Stroud's girl with lust of anything but money.. This other look he gave her made her a tad nervous.

"I am already independantly wealthy, Dr. Hoeven." She gave a tight smile of indulgence. She rarely mentioned her life to anyone, but this was important to her.. And it seemed, to him as well. "I answer to no one being a widow and owner of.. Well you know what companies I own. That aside, this would be .. well How should I put it? Experimental?"

Pushing doubts, risk factors, numbers and modesty aside, she nodded her head finally. "I will accept once I know more, am assured there is no physical harm in wearing such a thing, or any other chemical or hormonal changes in a person wearing this bio suit." She met his stare with a bold one of her own and shifted and bent slightly towards him, "In other words, a demonstration. If you please?"

 

[BLACK BART]

"No risk?" The doctor chuckled and leaned back and relaxed. "Can you guarantee yourself tomorrow you won't catch a cold or sprain an ankle and suffer days from either until you recover. Can you guarantee that in ten years your beauty hasn't faded and your body is no longer attractive to your eyes or anyone else’s?"

He had scored a point as the businesswoman before him winced then retaliated with angry eyes.

"I can." He continued and watched carefully as he continued to press the point. "Yes, it's experimental. Yes there will be tremendous changes chemically and hormonally in your body. Once the "suit" is fitted it becomes part of you and merges at the molecular level giving you the ability to not only control your muscles but the shape they are in."

He let her digest the short speech as he moved to the table where the tiny statue and bowl sat and lifted the bowl to return with it to where she waited with alert eyes.

"This is the suit Mrs. Stroud-Haven, You asked if it were in cream formula. The answer is yes and no. It is applied directly to your bare skin. There is no discomfort or pain in the process. The only side effect is in the first few days it will seem greatly fatiguing for you to even move about the complex to do simple chores. After that you'll find your energy level and the possibilities are both endless. The entire floor is staffed with personnel so well trained they make N.A.S.A. look like the monkeys they used to send into outer space. Their entire purpose, each and every one is to monitor and regulate what the suit will do for you, to insure you are safe and sound until you can control it's abilities by yourself."

He handed her the bowl and smiled as she accepted it and studied its contents critically and finished.

"You asked for a demonstration. You will be that demonstration. But only if you for once in your life trust someone else other than yourself. As a businesswoman you know there are risks in any deal, but unlike the normal arrangement my entire staff is here to guarantee you come out of this partnership intact, wealthy beyond your dreams and helping us all discover the true potentials of what I've created."

She had placed the bowl carefully on the end table next to her, perhaps not understanding what it’s contents were but beginning to understand it’s possibilities as the doctor moved in front of her.

“Now do we have a deal or do I need to waste valuable time finding a replacement and you miss out on the greatest opportunity and adventure of your life?”

 

[Sweetp4u]

Amanda

His words stung so deeply, she visibly winced as he spoke them. She had lost her looks, she knew it but did not wish to see. Age was an evil thing that unfairly robbed some and favored others.. she wasn't one of the favored.

She eyed the bowl, knowing she would do it regardless of what it did or didn't do to her. The chance was too great, too clear in her mind in that size six dress she had wore just this evening..

"I will accept your offer, there is nothing to lose." She glanced from the bowl up to his eyes and gave a timid, unsure smile. She was a weak creature after all...

"Is there a private chamber where I might.... " She flushed knowing she couldn't possibly reach everywhere and apply this concoction to her skin. She paled a little and quickly covered the fear with hard-edged business sense. "Well who is to assist in applying this and where do I stay until I am able to function normally?" She took a deep breath, releasing slowly to calm her nerves. Hoping a female assistant would come in and aid her, the thought of stripping as she was now infront of any male.. hell it would wound her damaged pride more than it was already.

 

[BLACK BART]

"There was never any intent to embaress or upset you Mrs. Stroud"

Erin assured carefully and took the bowl in his own hands again.

"The robe was insisted on because of the time factor that has been against us since we met. Once created the gel has a short life span before it becomes useless and it takes an enormous amount of time and resource to create more. There is a matronly woman waiting through that door, inside the room she will help you into an enormous bath, filled with the gel that matches your body temperature. Immerse yourself in it then let yourself relax. There are no intrusive eyes to watch or violate your privacy, no reason for you to not gently drift off into a restfull and deep slumber...when you wake I'll be waiting next to you to help you move into your new life."

The door opened and as assured a woman who could have been Mrs. Stroud-Havens grandmother stepped aside and smiled.

"I'll be waiting Amanda when you wake."

The doctor promised and watched her walk through the door then pause as stood before to turn and look back.



"Nothing ventured , nothing gained...right Doctor?" She spoke bravely her eyes looking for some small assurance to hold onto.

"Correct Amanda" He returned gently. "And in this case you have everything to gain and only your old self to lose."

The grand lady put on a brave smile and nodded to the shorter and much wider woman who waited patiently.

"Then lets get this over with, shall we?"

****************************************************

The door had barely closed behind the two and the Doctor was already moving to and climbing the steps two by two that led to the floor above and the mass of waiting people.

"All systems online and EVERYONE at thier stations. Mrs Stroud Haven will soon be in the biogel and I want her body to absord the maximum amount of it possible."

The room went into a practiced panic, each chair filling and the sound of keyboards rattling as the screens awakened from thier respective slumbers.

"How long before critical failure?" Erin Hoeven worried out loud...

Long enough that Mrs. Stroud-Haven will be able to be fully exposed before the gel dies Came a male voice from behind him. Twenty two minutes...

"Then lets hope she's eager for her bath" Erin replied and forced himself to take a slow, deep breath.

 

[Sweetp4u]

Amanda

She was escorted into a private bathroom by the elderly matron, not a single word passed between them either. The silence would have bothered her normally, but she took comfort in it tonight. She had little need to exchange pleasantries with this person, she was here to do a job, nothing more.

"Sit here."

She sat stiffly as the matron tied her hair back from her face. "These are patches to protect your eyes." She held up some plastic domes. "This will be inserted into your nostrils so that you may dunk under for the ten seconds required. You must keep your mouth shut tightly as well. This can not be taken internally, understood?"

She nodded her head and let the woman finish up. Her hand was taken and she was instructed to stand. "Let me lead you, I will be careful." Amanda stood there quietly, wishing this were over already.

She was nervous a little, but kept her silence. "Spread your legs please." Amanda balked at this and gasped, "Why ever for?!"

"Protection." The matron huffed out, irritated for Amanda's behavior. A woman of Amanda's age should not be acting as timid as a virgin for pete's sake!

Flushing hotly, she stood there biting her tongue as this elder woman spread her lower lips and inserted some form of plug into her body. No one but her husband and doctor had seen these parts! She was flushed with embarassment, but said nothing more. The plug inserted, her nails were stripped bare of their polish as were her toes.

"Stepping into the tub now.. Lift your leg.. little higher please.. Ok now put it forward and step inside.." The matron instructed her until she was seated in the tub.

"Now rub the fluid into your skin, all over while I cover your back. Then we will lay you down and finish it up.." The matron calmly talked her through all of it, making sure her skin was bathed everywhere in the liquid then bid her to sink into it and hold her breath for ten full seconds.

"I will tap your shoulder when it is time to rise, and be ready for me to wipe your lips, then you may breathe.. This is important, so do not breathe before I wipe it off. Understood?" plugs were pushed into her ears and nose.

She nodded mutely and went under. It was colder than she thought, this thick liquid she was submerged in. It felt like she had sank into a huge vat of aloe. She felt the tap on her shoulder and quickly sat up right, not liking the feel of this stuff on her face. Her lips were wiped instantly and she was allowed to breathe. The plugs were removed and her eye covers, once the Matron wiped her face clear.

"Let me help you out..." Amanda went to stand and felt weak suddenly. "what th-...!" She stammered a moment.

"It's the treatment, no worries. You will be able to make it to the room adjacent and nap once dressed."

Amanda was dried slowly as the Matron patted her skin all over. The last plug removed, again she flushed thinking of some stranger putting something into her vagina. She was put into a new robe and shown into the next room. The lights were low and the bed turned down.

"Rest now, the Doctor will be in to see you in awhile. Do not move around, let it do it's job." The matron left with those parting instructions. The quiet in the room was soothing enough, her mortification was gone now, just resting was the only thought in her mind. Her eyes closed as she drifted off into dream land...

 

[BLACK BART]

Erin

"REPORT" Erin uttered the single word as he walked into the room and stood in front of the single console not being used in the center of the consoles.

No other words were needed as he studied the woman who had drifted off to sleep as the attendant in the room with her looked up at the video camera and nodded.

"Circulatory systems functioning at 80 percent with no remarkable issues"

"Digestive system at 60 percent with traces of ulcerative lesions"

"Nervous system at 53 percent. We judge that too low even factoring in the effects of the bio-treatment."

"Anatomical scan shows multiple surgical procedures evident, general condition of muscle and bone structure normal for age and occupation"

"Respiration slowed at moment with limited abilities to function at full performance."

"Sexual systems operating at 100 percent"

"Endocrine systems all functioning but some at dangerously low levels."

"Immune system at dangerously low levels."

"Reproductive systems have failed due to this subject having multiple abortions which have triggered early menopause."

"Lymphatic systems functioning with three exceptions."

"Cartilage systems show no growth or repair activity in over ten years."

"Urinary systems functioning with damage evident from two STD's...one still existing."

"BIO SYSTEM's?" Erin asked as he considered what had just been reported.

"Currently 8 percent charged, 50 percent level to be reached in 16 hours with peak level of 96 percent expected in 33 hours. 100 percent absorption has occurred with 98.7 percent functioning at present."

Erin was pleased, very pleased. The process was completed before it reached critical, the woman's body had absorbed the tens of thousands of micro-biological sentinels as planned, and she was in fair enough condition to be the perfect host...

“As soon as the charge level of the sentinels has reached 50 percent I want the Endocrine system to be stimulated to full capacity. Also begin repair procedures in all systems that are not at 100 percent and try to reverse the effects of her early menopausal traumas. I want her body bombarded with all vitamins and a low level radiation that will destroy her STD. Keep our guests neural levels in N-REM until she has reached 50 percent mark and then trigger REM sleep commands, allow her to return to full consciousness only after the100 percent mark has been reached.”

Typing into his console he repeated on screen what he had just ordered before closing and locking his system, then moved back to the door, which he had entered from.

“Good job ladies and gentleman, in 48 hours your jobs will be done and a huge bonus as well as your salaries will be waiting for you.”

Erin moved to his quarters with instructions to be left alone unless needed by the control group and smiled as he triggered the console in it. In less than four days Mrs. Stroud-Haven would be a changed woman. She would once again have the body of a 20 year old in prime physical condition. It would be disease and damage free and with the increase in hormones a sexual dynamo that she wouldn’t be able to fight off her “urges” for too long.

Add to that the hypnotic dream states that would be induced and she would respond to commands without realizing or remembering afterwards…

He couldn’t wait he knew…. But he would have to. And then the fun would begin.

 

[Sweetp4u]

Amanda

She had regained consciousness after sleeping for tweleve hours straight. Weak and unable to move around much, she let them serve her lunch in the bed with little protest.

She didn't feel differently, and with no mirros, she couldn't very well see the changes either. She let them poke and prode her, ignored the offer to get aid in showering, she rolled back over into the comfort of the bed and slept yet again another tweleve hours solid.

Dreams were what woke her late the next night. Her pulse was pounding so hard, she could feel it in her throat. Damp with persperation, she sat upright as she brushed her hair back from her face.

As hard as she tried, she couldn't remember the dreams? She trembled a little, her mind instantly regonizing the urge for what it was.. Sex. Why would she be dreaming or thinking about sex at a time like this?

Confused and weary, she took a sip of water in the provided cup and laid down to try and sleep again. She thought she would toss and turn, being this horny, but she fell instantly asleep again and remained so until someone shook her shoulder a full day later.

"Mrs. Stroud-Haven?" the matron was back, shaking her gently. "You need to shower and eat something.." The matron had a concerned look on her face, which only confused Amanda more. She was dazed alittle, unsure how long she slept, taking a moment to even remember who the woman was..

It all came back to her within seconds and her nod of consent. "Yes, I feel.. sluggish." She yawned and stretched, pulling the robe around herself as she stood with assistance. Slowly they made their way across the bedroom and into the bathroom.

"How do you feel?" The matron spoke, eyeing her a little up and down. Amanda had yet to see herself, but she was younger looking, not on in body but face. Slimmer, her hair healthier as well.

"Tired.. Mostly hungry." She admitted, not caring that she spoke to a servant, someone beneath her status in life. The water was adjusted for her, the towels laid out and a fresh robe provided.
"The doctor would like to see you once you have freshened up.. See how everything went." The matron spoke as she gathered up the dirty robe.

In other words.. he wanted to inspect his handiwork...

"Thank you. I will hurry."

"I will be right here until you are finished, make sure you do not fall."

Amanda said nothing, turned her back and stepped into the shower. She was drained, she knew not that day or time, nor if the process was completed? She would have to ask Erin later.

 

[BLACK BART]

"Mrs. Stroud-Haven how do you feel?"

The good doctor leaned forward and studied the youthful face of his patient.

"Beyond the exhaustion can you think of what and how you feel?"

She was a gorgeous creature and every pore of her youthful body oozed sex, a side effect the doctor intended to make the most of.

But first business.

"Step over here and I'm going to satisfy your curiosity. I've deliberately kept you away from your reflection so when you see it for the first time it gives you the full impact. Why don't you take your time enjoying the reflection and tell me what you're thinking and feeling in the meanwhile?

Erin leaned back in his chair and watched, this was going to be interesting watching her reaction, almost as interesting as telling her the changes and improvements she couldn't see.

"Don't be afraid to be as exact and honest as possible Amanda for after all I am your doctor and the only other person that is aware of the dramatic changes you have been and will be going thru."

Amanda stood in front of the full-length mirror her back to Erin and all that he could see was her hands moving to touch her neck and face above the robe...

Until suddenly that too fell to the floor and everything was visible

 

[Sweetp4u]

Amanda

She stood before the mirror in complete shock. There was little she could say at first, her eyes taking it all in.. All of it was a miracle!

The 'crows feet' were gone from her eyes. Not a wrinkle in sight, not a single flaw, blemish... Her lips looked fuller as they had when she was younger, but some how more so? Her eyes were clear, bright as she followed her line of sight down her throat. Noticing how the skin was tight everywhere, no double chin, no scar just under her jawline.. Her skin glowed with youth..

She ran her hands down her throat, feeling her skin, feeling the softness of it and then her eyes caught the reflection of her hands. They too were younger, no age marks, no tanning blemishes from the sun.. No dryness..

"Wow..." She muttered breathlessly. She had to see it all! She smiled faintly, unaware she was doing so as she let the robe fall off her shoulders to the floor. She forgot Erin was in the room, did not really care, her gaze instead forcused on her breasts. High on her chest now where they belonged.. No marks again. Her nipples were once more light in hue, inviting. Fuller breasts, her hands cupped each in turn as she let her eyes roam lower. Her stomach was tight, tighter than the centerfold models she seen in a nudie magazine once. Her hips flared, but they were tight, toned. She gasped in delight and turned sideways in the mirror.

"Oh my god! Look at my ass!" She was shocked, beyond shocked. She turned back and noticed for the first time that her thighs no longer pushed together but there was a gap once more between them. Her knees did not look dirty and dry, but smooth and creamy as the rest of her. No more cellulite, no more stretch marks from weight gain..

She stretched a little and marvels, no aches and pains.. Anywhere! Even her hair appeared healthier, thicker. Radiant!

"My god, this is remarkable..." She spoke softly, awed by the changes in her body. She turned again, this time putting her ass towards the mirror, lifting her hair to look at her back.

"Flawless..." She breathed out. Every muscle was defined under her skin, not a single ounce of excess anywhere. No blue veins, no more love handles.. No more wrinkles! Even her toes had a sexy look to them. This was beyond her expectations.. She looked to be in her early twenties, no longer pushing mid-thirties..

"Feel? I don't know what I feel.. I am just so shocked.." she turned again and again, "simply amazing!"

"How long did you say this would last?" She blinked as if coming out of a stupor and stared across the small room at Erin.

 

[BLACK BART]

a new beginning

As Amanda admired her recreated body Erin admired her as well. With each excited twist and turn he too became excited but in a much different way.

"My ass!" She exclaimed as the robe dropped to the floor, the words drawing Erin's eyes to the trim, almost pear shaped derriere and the taut muscles that moved under the flawless skin.

"Oh, yesss...your ass" Erin hummed to himself with lustful admiration, a vision of that ass bent over and him using it from behind coming into his mind.

"Flawless" She exclaimed and turned towards and moving to me.

"Oh my lord it is indeed" Erin thrilled quietly and absorbed the frontal vision of her body swaying towards him to stop at the single chair.

"Exquisite, is it not?" Erin questioned/commented as Amanda gracefully lowered herself to the chair and much to my chagrin crossed her legs.

"Much more than exquisite" She cooed back with joy filling her youthful eyes before a tiny cloud filtered into them and twisted her perfect face. “But how long will it last?”

“The micro-technology has a half life of 375 years, the performance of the host determines the rest” Dr. Hoeven began and watched the tiny little cloud fill Amanda’s eyes again and her pert nose wrinkle as she tried to decipher his words.

“The batteries will fail in a little over one thousand years if you take care of yourself.” Erin grinned and repeated, grinned not in amusement at her grasping the second explanation easier but in the way Amanda leaned forward and her breasts moved with her.

“But what you are aware of on the outside is just the beginning. The real miracles are inside you and still working. The fatigue you felt was the “sentinels” charging themselves and restoring your body back to a pre-chosen time, eliminating all defects, disease and flaws as they did.”

Understanding flashed between the two, the past knowledge of Amanda’s past indiscretions and surgical failures that would remain just that…in the past, and Erin smiled.

“You don’t mind if I call you Amanda now, do you? “Mrs.” Seems so…antiquated and since we know each other on a much more intimate level?”

“I imagine that would be…permissible? Amanda replied and gracefully uncrossed her legs before leaning back in the chair. Seeing as how much you’ve done for me.

Her finger trailed downward, starting at her throat, through the valley of her full breasts and past her flat stomach to hover above the glowing blond pubis…Erin’s eyes drawn to it’s travel like a magnet and as Amanda knew they would be.

*Dangerous* Erin reminded himself and with an effort pulled his eyes away from the finger and to Amanda’s eyes. *She already knows from past experience what a body like hers has on a man and how to use that to her best advantage so be careful.*

“Now the question in my mind is what do you expect in return? Amanda coyly tossed out as she deliberately stretched her new body to it’s fullest.

“Exactly” Doctor Hoeven responded and returned her look with clinical interest. “While you enjoy your new and improved body I’ll be carefully monitoring those activities and finding ways to improve it.”

“Meaning what, Doctor? Amanda pouted as she realized her teasing had failed... if only on this attempt and drew herself to a more civilized (and still nude) seating position.

“You can hardly reintroduce yourself into society as "THE" Mrs. Stroud-Haven, no one will believe or accept you due to the tremendous improvements, so I think it would be better if the explanation were you are a relative... perhaps a niece? Once reintroduced and with the “Stroud” name you’ll be free to do what you enjoy and still monitor your “aunts” empire. There will be some legal paperwork that needs attending to, my legal department will help you in that and all the other matters that will let you smoothly take over your fortune again and enjoy your new life, agreed?”

"I think that is all logical yes, but why your legal department and not my own? Amanda grudgingly agreed.

"Remember my dear at this point in time YOU don't have a legal department, it is your aunts still and for the time being you are dependant on MY resourses."

Doctor Erin perched his elbows on his desk and leaned forward to watch the understanding of her situation wash over Amanda's face, neck and body...the flush in color making her body even more attractive he thought as she mulled over what she had gotten herself into.

"But remember too I promised to help you in anyway possible as long as you help me in return"

The door to the office opened and a new assitant entered, a less matronly and more eye pleasing woman of dark hair, complexion and eyes, that the doctor introduced.

"This will be your new permanent assistant. She'll see to your every need, the first of which will be a new wardrobe I imagine, and then be by your side in almost every step of you new life. I've provided a few dresses and the essentials and an open charge card for you to choose your own tastes at the shops and boutiques. You're free to leave at anytime and do whatever you want now, the only thing I insist on is you return when i ask you to. Are there any questions or concerns you'd like to ask of me before you go?"

 

[Sweetp4u]

Amanda

What could she possibly say to all of this? And now, an assistant? A permanent one? Did he think she would not fire someone if she deemed it necessary? She was, for now, helpless to do anything within her own company. She had to set up a lie just to go home, this was much more than she bargained for..

"Dr. Hoeven.. Erin. I think all is in order and I thank you for thinking of my needs after the fact. I would like to meet with these lawyers first off and get things squared away." She had alot to take care of, including a letter of introduction to get into her estate. One thing would not change however, her hand writing. She could manage some how to alter her will and then say good bye to the late Widow Stroud-Haven. It was a little strange to think of herself as someone new, it would take time to get used to the idea.

She would look this way forever? She shivered slightly, wondering if these cells or whatever he injected into her would prolong her life? That any normal person would be thrilled with knowing, her however, it seemed to be a little harder to swallow.. But the knowledge he fixed everything inside and out sent a new wave of happiness through her..

She could have a baby! Someone to carry on the Stroud name.. She smiled with her private thoughts and then remembered the assistant in the room.

"Could you introduce us please?" She spoke to Erin but looked over the young beauty herself. She could not judge the woman and her abilities to assist until the time came, but this woman did not look to be a simpering idiot by any means.

".. and doctor? Is everything done under Amanda Stroud?" She had to know before she left here that things were in order and she would not have to lie much. Too much to do and too little time to see it done. She could go crazy if her life did not return to normal soon.

 

[Lady_Kit]

the Personal Assistant

She had read only the barest of briefs before entering the room. The Doctor would tell her whatever she needed to know before she left with the woman, her new charge. She was stunning, and already exuding a heady aura of sexuality.

"Could you introduce us please?"

The woman, Amanda, asked the Doctor. What name would he give her? Her own or one of his own devising? He’d done that before; she suspected it was to impress upon her the circumstances of her life and his position in it. She’d say nothing until he spoke, do nothing without his direction, be who ever he wanted her to be. She was his to command. For now.