Heather Jenkins

"Wow is right, mom," Hayley said from beside me. "For beginners, that first fold is usually a doozy, but you totally forgot about that when you started scribbling on your boards."

"I can fold?" I asked. "I forgot my shoes!"

"You always could fold, but it's not something that can be taught, it has to be felt. You got the transport down, how did you pick your endpoint?"

"When I was thinking of the solution, I kept picturing writing it on my whiteboards. Then, I was writing! How did I do that?"

"The first step is picturing your endpoint. If you don't know your endpoint by sight, you may have a little trouble folding to it. That first time you came with me, to the hotel room?"

"Yeah, that was freaky," I admitted.

"I cheated. I already had a picture of the suite in my head from the e-brochure that was on Starr's tablet. It was just a matter of being able to get there with five people."

"And what about Atlanta?" I asked.

"I was picturing Declan's face, but offset myself by thirty feet or so. The same with San Antonio and Seattle. The Seattle offset was a little different because we were cloaked and that house was multi-level, but you get the picture."

"Picture," I chuckled. "So I could go see Declan in Paris?"

"I can't help you with that. You could technically go there because of that ring on your finger, but it's still breaking the lawful order Janne gave you. There may be consequences, there may not be, but I am saving my punishments for something really juicy."

"Like what?"

"To be honest, I don't know yet," Hayley replied. "You need some help getting home?"

"Just picture myself there?"

"Doing something, like taking a step forward. That's the most basic action."

Hayley was right, it was simple. I should have been picturing something other than Loren's face, because I appeared in her bedroom while she was doing Shania with the strap-on she had been sporting earlier. They were only startled, and quickly invited me to join them.

"I wish you would have taken a shower before showing up," Loren teased the next morning over breakfast. "I'm not fond of cologne."

"Give me a bottle of Red Lioness any day," Shania agreed. "I see you've picked up on how to fold, Heather. I knew you had it in you, being a Child of the Sphere and all."

"Maybe somebody can tell me what that means now?"

"Just off the coast of Okinawa, there is a magic place. On certain occasions, lightning strikes the water in that area hundreds of times releasing a huge amount of energy. At some point you must have been very close to one of those storms, or a recent relative passed the power onto you," Shania explained.

"What kind of power?" I asked.

"You can break certain spells, or draw power from them. Some of the scientists think that there are bigger powers gifted to Children of the Sphere, but linear folding seems to be the best of them for now."

"Well, there was a woman could alter her DNA, and with that her appearance," Loren said. "Her blood had healing powers, too."

"What happened to her?" I asked.

"Nobody knows," Shania shrugged.

I let that hang in the air for a moment. "Do either of you know when Declan is coming back from Paris?"

"Just a minute." Loren left the kitchen, her ass jiggling around the thong she had on.

"Don't burn holes in her ass with that heat vision you may or may not have," Shania teased. "I like her butt too. I like yours a lot!"

"You aren't slack when it comes to the ass department either, Shania," I said.

"Is that the art you are talking about?" Shania asked.

"Stand up, please." She did, and I went over to her, placing my hand on her left cheek first. "This is part of the form, the curve that goes down to the thigh, and up to the waist." I stepped in front of her and put my hands on her hips. "This shape is exotic, the curves that come up to your breasts."

"Tiny breasts," Shania muttered.

"Perfect breasts," I corrected her, cupping both of them before moving my hands farther up. "To this beautiful face and lips, and this pixie haircut you have going on. That is what is so erotic, and every woman has her own features. So many." I sighed.

"You could at least give me a kiss, you know," Shania pouted.

I gave Shania her kiss and turned to see Loren watching us. "You're hot, Heather. That little seduction got me wet!"

"Loren, baby, I aim to please," I joked.

"You aim everywhere," Shania teased.

"Declan is flying into Pitt at seven, then flying out at nine. Destination is Las Vegas," Loren said. "Um, Charles is supposed to pick you up in that window, car here at seven-thirty."

"Charles is on my shit list," I said. "If it wasn't for the three of you, I might suggest Declan take his rings back."

"Please don't," Loren shook her head.

I thought about what Kimberly had said. They were comfortable here, no matter how Declan treated them as women, he still treated them well as employees. "I will think about it, but if I sense something wrong, I'm gonna say fuck it."

Loren's face fell. "Fair enough."

"What was that look?" I asked.

"Heather, if you don't stick around, Declan will probably fire us," Loren said.

"Don't put that burden on her," Shania warned. "We knew what we were getting into, Loren, at will and free will."

"All right," Loren conceded.

"I'm going to go shower," I sighed. "See you girls, whenever."

Shania followed me to Declan's apartment and helped me shower and get ready. I still had several hours before I had to meet Declan, but nothing to do until then. I decided to go to Columbus and take Declan's card for a drive shopping at The Prodigy Mall. Maybe I would be able to find something to take my mind off the Declan drama for a while.

Dana would have caught me unaware if there weren't so many mirrors in the athleisure clothing store. "Heather, ohmygod, whathefuck?"

"Hello to you too, Dana," I smiled. "How are you?"

"I'm dumbfounded. You've got tits...and ass! Wow!"

"My fiance gave me an engagement gift," I shrugged. "You want something in here? He's buying."

"Umm, sure." We picked out a couple outfits and went into the dressing room. Dana took the opportunity to help me off with my bra and to give a very intimate examination of my tits. "These are amazing, they must have cost a fortune."

"Not as much as you might think. Hand me that top over there, will you?"

We tried on outfits just like normal girlfriends would, Dana randomly fondling my body every chance she got. "How did you do this in less than two weeks? There isn't any swelling or anything!"

"Dana, I really wish I could tell you. Give me some time to get adjusted and I'll give you a call. Remember, I'm still under investigation."

"Call me," Dana handed me a card. I paid for her outfits and we went our separate ways.

Declan called me as I was packing my bags into the trunk of my car. "Hello."

"Hey, babe. I thought you gave yourself Fridays off."

"I wanted to do some shopping, and I don't know Pittsburgh's malls all that well."

"Listen, I'm an hour forty minutes out from US airspace, so I can still change my destination. Can you make it back to Pittsburgh by seven?"

What the fuck? Didn't he know how I traveled or did he just forget? Maybe he didn't know. "If I have to ride with Charles to the airport in Pittsburgh, I'd rather meet you in Columbus."

"I've talked to Charles about his impertinence, that won't happen again," Declan said.

"I was under the impression he was, um, immune from being nice to me outside the bedroom," I said, fishing for an answer regarding the pecking order.

"All of the boys know who wears the pants, regardless of who's on top in the bedroom. You're on top outside the bedroom because I said so. If you say 'jump' the boys better say nothing and just jump until you say stop."

Clear enough. "I will have Charles hopping."

"All of the boys have an agreement with me. I don't pay any of them, but I make sure that they are provided for. If at any time they want to leave, they get a severance and monthly stipend. But they can never come back."

"Sounds fair," I agreed. "How do the sex scenes work?"

"I'll explain the details later. But from now on, they are to ask you what scene you want and stick to that script unless you make a change. When we get married, you're the director of all the plays if you drop your bisexuality."

That sounded like fun, except for no pussy. I'd miss rounded bodies, soft kisses, and boobies. Wait! "What about other women like me?" I asked.

"Still male on male when you get down to it. Most of the the crossdressers that work for me are taken but i'll have HR compile a list for you."

"Declan, you are begging for lawsuits," I sighed.

"Not if you do it right. Pittsburgh, seven?"

"That's fine, hubby. Love you."

"Love you too, wife." A click and he was gone. I drove my car home, packing all my purchases in my closet. I went into the guest room and pulled open the door to the walk in closet. Laura's clothes, the clothes that I had bought for her, lined both sides all the way to the back. On a whim, I stripped down to my bra and panties and tried one of her suits on. It fit perfectly. I left the suit on and went down the line. All of the clothing, blouses and slacks and suits were the same size, my new size.

Examination of the lingerie drawer revealed that the bras and panties were also my new size. Despite the taboo about wearing another woman's lingerie, I didn't care. I bought this shit, and it wasn't cheap, and I was keeping it and wearing it. Another drawer contained a bustier. It was snow white and inviting me to try it on.

When I finally got it into place, I went to study myself in the full-length mirror I had put up for Laura. The bustier was freaking awesome. I slipped the suit jacket back on, and I felt ready to give Charles attitude with my boobs.

Loren and Shania were waiting for me in my bedroom when I folded into it. I got some whistles and gropes while they fussed over me, taking my measurements. There was just enough time for a dinner before Charles knocked on the entry door to let me know that he was ready to drive me to the airport.

To my surprise, Loren and Shania piled into the limo with me and we chattered all the way to the airport. The security guard waved us through and we stopped on the tarmac beside a small jetliner.

Charles opened the passenger doors of the limo and busied himself at the trunk pulling the luggage out.

Declan was waiting at the door, giving me a kiss that was slimy with cum. Of course he had cum on his breath, he had just made a transatlantic flight with who knows how many men. The possible sources of the cum were sitting in the secondary cabin, Declan introducing them as Pierre, Paul and Jonathan. I figured all of them had fucked Declan at least three times apiece, it being such a long flight and all.

I could tell that none of them were happy to see me, especially after Declan introduced me as his wife. I got three polite, wet-rag handshakes before I followed Declan out of the cabin.

Loren and Shania were in full party girl swing and probably didn't give a shit about the daggers that Charles stared at them when he came through. He exchanged some words with Declan and went through the curtain into the rear cabin.

Declan and I sat down on the couch and talked about his trip, without the obvious fucking he did. He complimented me on my suit, and became a little upset that I was wearing something that was left behind by Lauren. He didn't press the point, only saying that he was going to order me a dozen new ones when we landed. By the end of the flight I was laying my head in his lap, dreaming that I was giving him a blow job.

There were three limos to the hotel, Declan escorted me to one, the girls went to another, and Declan's male guests in the third. "So, how was your flight from Paris?" I asked.

"It was good, it's always better flying west," Declan replied.

"How was the service?" I asked in a darker tone. "The cuisine?"

"Oh," Declan said, obviously just getting my point. "It was very good, exciting."

"Would you really give that up for me? Seven hours in a jet cabin, those three sitting there with their cocks just waiting to be sucked, and you held back by your promise?"

"Heather, I honestly don't know. When we made love for the first time, my first time, that really opened my eyes to what I had been missing. If I would have known that pleasure before now, I know I wouldn't have married a female. Now that pleasure is all I think about!"

"What about the business?" I asked. "The business before pleasure?"

"You know what I mean. I can understand why you don't want to give up pussy, and I can't pass up cocks in your absence. So what do we do?"

"You can make me a promise," I began.

"Go on."

"That unless we are part of a threesome or orgy, you will not kiss me with another man's cock on your mouth." I put my finger on his lips. "Please."

"Deal. Now you have to make me a promise."

"What?" I sighed. "I won't come home with cootchie on my breath?"

"You will not wear hand-me-down clothing."

"Declan, that has absolutely nothing to do with sex, so you can stuff it!"

"You can stuff me with your cock," Declan smiled.

As much as I would have liked to take him up on that offer, the second I got out of the limousine I was ambushed by Kelsey. She grabbed my hand and started tugging on it. I looked back at Declan, and he gave me a shrug.

Kelsey stopped pulling once we got into the lobby. "We have a ton of things to do before the wedding so try and keep up."

"Wedding?" Huh? What the hell?

"You accepted Declan's proposal, Heather. Unless you want to tell him 'no' now?"

"All right," I sighed. "I was expecting the courting period to last at least a week."

The three of them took turns getting me fitted for my wedding gown while they got fitted for their bridesmaids dresses. I was glad that the wedding was in the morning, because I needed to talk to Declan.

I had a keycard to his suite, but I decided to sneak up on Declan to see if I could catch him in his tux. Catching him out of his tux is what I did, on his knees and giving Jonathan a blowjob in the middle of the suite. Jonathan had his hands wrapped in Declan's hair and was pulling his head back and forth like jacking off.

Pierre and Paul were watching from the bed, slowly jacking each other off, keeping hard because they were probably next. Jonathan pulled Declan's head off his cock, and Declan stood up and went over to where Pierre and Paul were sitting and bent over to take Pierre's cock in his mouth.

Jonathan was playing around with Declan's ass, pulling out a butt-plug and dropping it onto the floor. He then lined up and slipped his cock onto Declan's hole, keeping hold on his hips so that he didn't push him into Pierre.

Watching the three of them, I questioned whether or not I should get married to Declan. We did have a lot in common, but I didn't know that he was a sex fiend. He probably wasn't so active until he had met me, I did free him from his feminine features and popped his anal cherry after all.

I folded back to the suite where the girls were having an impromptu bachelorette party waiting for me. I wasn't really in the mood to tell them why I might call the whole thing off.

The continued their party, and I sat there and watched with amusement. As I was popping another bottle of champagne, my phone rang. It was Declan.

"So, I hear I had a visitor tonight," he said. "Charles was particularly interested in how you were there one second and gone the next. I told him magic, but he didn't believe me."

"I'm sure he wouldn't," I said. "Most people don't believe in magic, so they see the application of it differently. What's on your mind, Declan?"

"I'm wondering why you didn't join in. I'm sure that Paul would have loved to stretch you out."

"I'm not really feeling that sort of thing, Declan. I may never again."

"So, it's Declan now, not hubby?" He asked.

"I'm debating the wisdom of marrying you tomorrow," I said. "It seems we have little in common after all." I heard a gasp and turned to find all three women were watching me.

"Because you saw me with those men?"

"Precisely."

"Then you have two options when you see me like that: Join in or don't look."

"I can not look just fine from Columbus," I retorted.

"Why don't you stay, Heather? You can have my name and still crawl into bed with whomever you want. You'll have a comfortable life, and not want for anything."

"I can go back to having my comfortable life, I have a good life."

"Life with me will be better," Declan promised.

"But I won't have a life with you!"

"You'll still get parts of me, every once in a while. That's the same amount of me you would have if we agreed to be monogamous. But look around you, look at your girlfriends, do you want to give that up because you are uncomfortable with the idea of me being a cum dumpster?"

"Why are you changing the scenario, Declan?" I demanded.

"Because you changed me, gave me back my manhood and that made me better! I always thought that the sky was the limit, but now I'm gonna take the sky and put it in my pocket! I'm going to rule the world soon and I would like you by my side."

"You can have anybody you want!"

"No, I can't. What I have with you cannot be duplicated."

"We have less than a week together!" I protested.

"Would it help if I said I wanted a sexy-looking wife to make me look good and heterosexual to the public eye?"

"I don't believe that for a second."

"My attorney pointed it out as a potential benefit. Straight people tend to look down on our kind because they don't understand us. You can be my arm-candy and I'll be your cock-sucker. When I'm done with sucking you off, you go back and screw your girlfriends or even a boyfriend or two," Declan said. "I want you, no, I need you to be my wife."

"All right, Declan. Remember our earlier agreement, though. I don't want to taste another man on your mouth."

"Unless we are involved in a threesome," Declan finished. "That can be arranged, right now."

"I'll pass. Goodnight hubby."

"Goodnight, wifey." He smooched his phone before he ended the conversation.

"What?" I asked the three women staring at me. "A girl has a right to change her mind on a whim!"

Shania came over to the couch and straddled me. "If you want to call it off, I will go with you, Heather. Okay?"

"Okay," I nodded. Nadia had said that too, so I wasn't getting my hopes up.

"We have somebody we'd like you to meet. Come out, Kasey!"

A woman came into the room. She was maybe five-four, dressed in a shirt and very tight jeans. Her hair was blonde, and very short. My mind flashed to the NLA convention still in town and all the butch women I had seen there. Who was this woman?

Kasey came over to us and Shania dismounted me. I got a better look at her, the t-shirt was tight and her boobs were small. The jeans almost hid her cock, almost. "Hello, Kasey," I held out my hand.

"Hello, ma'am."

"Shania?"

"We'll leave you two alone," Shania smiled. They filed out of the room, giggling as they went.

"Tell me about yourself, Kasey," I said.

"What do you want to know?" she asked.

"The most important question is, are you willing to top me?" I asked.

"More than willing," she smiled. "I am, um, top only."

"Good," I stood and held out my hand. "Let's go find out if you can scratch my itch."

She cocked her head and gave me a smile. "You asked for it, ma'am."

When I pulled Kasey's jeans and panties down, I found out what she meant. She was bigger than me, and I didn't mind that at all. I took that luscious cock into my mouth and swallowed her straight away. After six minutes, my mouth started getting sore, so I had to resort to half-and-halfing to get her to cum. She came a good bit, but I was able to get all of it down. Without another word, she pulled up her panties and jeans and left the room.