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The next morning while sitting in front of my vanity, I looked terrible. Gosh, it is my first working day at Doctor Weiss's studio and cannot show up like this. Although having made sex with John was something fulfilling me, after John left yesterday afternoon, I have been thinking about Martha. It was a hard afternoon and it was difficult to sleep. I have been crying a lot. I don't know whether to believe John or not. But why should I not believe him? After all he knows me as Lisa, and he thinks I have met Martha only a couple of times.He would have no reason to fool me around.
And what about me? I have been through hell during the past four years, and the only reason I am still alive is because of my strong will to come back and see my little baby, my wife. Now I am here to discover that I do not have a child, my wife is not my wife any longer and, actually, she used me for her silly purposes.
Why everybody is using me?!? My wife had used me for her purposes!Our Government had used me for their purposes!Pinntoxx had used me as revenge against our country! Doctor Jiiz had used me for his experiments!I had to fight to create my first life, studying hard to become a scientist. I had to fight for not losing my mind while being destroyed as a man and reconstructed as a woman. I had to fight for my personal freedom, causing poor Farag to die during our escape. Now I have to fight to build up a new life as a woman. And the though of Martha, already engaged with me but still sucking and fucking with everybody while I was working at the lab is devastating! I was imaging how my friends were laughing while I was kissing my Bride, kissing those lips that had been sucking all my friends' cock, eating billions and billions of sperm cells from hundreds of guys. One of the Cock's Sisters! But evidently fate cannot be changed. She got pregnant of Mr. Smith, and whatever she tried to do, she ended marrying him. I got into the picture but then was taken away from her, so that she could marry him. I have been able to return home but fate made me change in a way that I could never claim her back as my wife. I am now a girl. I am no longer a man, or possible husband!
Then I tried to concentrate on myself.After all it was my first day on a new job, and could not start with a disaster.
As I arrived at the studio, Doctor Weiss greeted me and, noticing that I was not in the greatest shape, asked me how I was. I just said that I was nervous about the new job and could not sleep well last night. He showed me my desk, in a small room next to his studio, by the waiting room.He showed me my uniform that he would like me to wear from the following day.It was a dark business suit, with a skirt coming down two thirds of the thigh, which I was supposed to wear with some patent leather heels. My job consisted in taking all the phone calls for the appointments, scheduling them in the agenda, collect all the bills and file them in the accounting. Of course all phone calls that day were endless, since everybody was asking about the new girl taking the phone calls.... However, it went on quite smoothly and, when the morning was over, I left to meet with John, who had called me to see if we could have a quick lunch together. He asked me how I was, and I told him about being nervous for my first day at work.Later, as soon as I reached home, I took a bath and then relaxed a little bit.At around three, while I was all absorbed in my thoughts, the phone rang. It was Martha asking me if I wanted to join her for some shopping in half an hour, since she manage to get her little daughter by Alan's parents for a few hours. I accepted, started dressing up for the occasion and retouched my make up.
Martha picked me up and, as agreed, she drove to a shopping mall in-between our town and another large city, which I never had a chance to visit due to the fact I had not a car yet. It was fun. We visited a few stores and tried things on. We were giving suggestions to each other and ended buying several things. Then we decided to go to the food court and relax a little bit with a drink. It was then that I decided to dig a little bit for the truth.
"Martha, I am sorry to make such questions, but unfortunately people talks a lot about other people and I am now confused. I thought you told me that Christine was named after your first husband's name, but I heard that she is not his daughter. Is she actually from your first husband or is she Alan's daughter?
She looked at me a little bit puzzled and then answered me with some embarassment in her voice:
"Yes, people talk more than they should! It is an intricated story. However, she is Alan's daughter."
Having a truck passing on my body would have been less painful in that moment.I think she noticed that I was feeling in discomfort, by the way she was looking at me.
"I see you are confused" she continued, but also turned her face away from me."People are evil sometimes. However, since you are my girlfriend and you may hear several versions of it from other people, it is better that I tell you my version, which is the true one."
"Okay...." I said with embarrassment. "That would be nice.Since we met we have started our friendship in a way that we would probably become good girlfriends, and it would be a pity not to have a sincere relationship...."
"Thanks Lisa. Well, you see, we all make mistakes, particularly when we are young. During college I was part of a group of girls, who were so close with each other, and were thinking differently than the average girls at that time. We though that if some boys have the right to fuck girls, be proud of it and be called 'playboys', why this should not be possible for girls? So, little by little we started going to parties and have fun with boys. We became pretty famous and they nicknamed us the 'Cock's Sisters'. Although we discovered it after a while, but most of these parties were just made with an excuse, like somebody's faked birthday, in order to invite us and have fun. I think we have been fucking or sucking every single boy in college. However, what we thought was some kind of revenge against males, our way to make girls similar to boys, became our damnation later. Because, even modern girls, are considering certain things to be bad. They hate the fact that boys would go with many girls and be playboys, but still think that girls should not go with many boys.At that time I also met Chris. He was different than the average boy: very kind, very sweet, romantic, and was always studying and working in the lab. I though he would have been the right man for me, and since he was very good with his studies, I thought he would be successful in his professional life. Later we got engaged. At that time I tried to get out of the Cock's Sisters, but it was very hard. By now we were sort of prisoners of our own creation. All those sex-starving boys would not give up, and actually blackmailed us to make the photos taken at the parties become public if we would stop being the Sisters!For that reason I decided to change and go to another college the following year. Chris thought that it was due to the fact that one of the professors hated me, which was also true. The new college would have saved my life. But three more months were missing at the end of the school year in the old college, and there were a few more parties still scheduled. It was at one of those last parties that the worst happened. There were a few more boys than the average party and, at a certain point, we run out of condoms. The Sisters used condoms mostly for protection from diseases, since most of them use to take birth control pills. Me, the stupid one, was not. I still wonder how could I avoid taking birth control pills while I was being a whore with so many men? However, one of the things they were doing at the parties was competition games among boys and, of course, the winner were entitled to a prize. That particular evening I happened to be the prize and Alan won the game. So, he was entitled to fuck me. Right there, we realized that there were no more condoms left. But he wanted his prize by all means. It was agreed that he would fuck me only until close to coming and then I would have made him come with my mouth. When it was a prize and not a regular fucking or blowing, the whole thing would take place on a table in the center of the room and everybody would watch. So, he started fucking me while everybody else was yelling and screaming. He went on for a few minutes, then he hold me tightly with his strong arms, pushed himself all the way in and screamed in my right ear 'take this huge load SLUT!!' I tried to get out of there and screamed not to do it, while everybody else was laughing, but it was too late. I was already full of his sperm. Of course, a few weeks later I was positive at the pregnancy test.I went to see Alan and he told me that it was my problem not to have taken a birth control pill, and he would never marry a whore just because she was pregnant from him. He also quit with his studies a couple of weeks later, since he was not so good. Then I made the second greatest stupid mistake of my life. I went out one evening with Chris and made love with him. Poor little boy, he was so embarrassed. Although we had been dating for a long time and had been engaged for over three months, we never went through serious sex. And here, suddenly, he was fucking me. Actually, I was fucking him, since I was taking control on him and he was so unconfident in himself. I made sure he would come inside me. Of course, a couple of weeks later I broke him the news that soon he would be a father!"
Before these last few sentences I was looking around, checking the people who were passing by, avoiding eye contact with Martha, but at that point I could not avoid looking at her directly. She was actually looking up at the ceiling, somewhere, and crying.I handed her a paper napkin. She used it and then continued her story.
"Chris was so happy about the news. He said that he would get his master in a few weeks and then would start looking for a job immediately. We married a few months later. Then, right a few weeks before I was due, his company sent him on a mission to some experimental plantations in Jose's Valley for one week. I never saw him again. He had a car accident on the way back. A big truck smashed his car completely. Poor Chris. The accident was so bad, that the coffin was sent back sealed!We recognized him by the only thing that was not destroyed in the accident: his watch.The news was on the paper and, a few weeks later, Alan visited me. He got the news and was very apologetic for what happened to Chris and, mostly, he was very sorry for what he had done to me. He said that if I would forgive him and I would accept it, he would marry me later.I did not know this man, but in my desperate situation I accepted that he would start living with me, to see if marriage would have been possible. He started being daddy for Christine, and, one year later, I married him."
She took a pause because her crying and sighing had increased. I was just sitting there, with one million things going on in my head.
"Then, a few weeks ago you arrived.And something inside me blew up. I asked if you had relatives in this area, or there are some Johnson in your roots. You are a girl and your face is different, but your eyes and the way you laugh are reminding me a lot about Chris.The night after meeting you in the back yard I could not sleep. I thought that Chris' soul just took over a girl's body and came back for revenge.I was really frightened, and I almost did not want to come to the party. But then it was good that I came, since I had a way to know you better, and to notice that you are so nice and sweet that you would never harm me and, actually, I like you since you also remind me about Chris. And I feel that being nice with you it is also like being nice with poor Chris."
Gosh!I felt like killing her and also killing myself right there. First she did all these things to me, ehm, Chris, and now she wanted to be nice with me in order to be nice to Chris.But then I thought that maybe the best thing would be avoiding any comment about Chris, for my own sake.
"You know a funny thing?" I said. "When we were in the kitchen the other day and we were looking in each other eyes, John arrived. Then he told me that, because of the way we were looking to each other, he though we were lesbians!"
"Forgive me, please." She said still crying. "I already caused other people enough damage. I don't want that people start thinking you are a lesbian just because of me!"
"I am sorry Martha, but I don't like women!"
Then we left and drove back home.