Heather Jenkins

"You suck good, hubby," I moaned. I was close, just one more push. He thrust deep and I felt him squirting inside me. That set my orgasm off and he moved his hand up to catch it. My orgasm felt like it would go on forever, and I could tell he was having a long one too. I finally stopped and he took his hand off my cock. From the slurping noise I heard, I knew he was licking his hand off.

"I think I love you, Heather," I heard him whisper.

"Declan, I think I love you too," I whispered back. "Once more, with feeling."

"I think I love you."

"I think I love you, too."

***

When I woke, I had what felt like a hangover. So much for not needing to sleep being naturally immortal. I staggered to the bathroom, plopping down on the toilet. You know a man is a keeper when he puts the toilet seat down for you. I did my business and when I stood back up, something didn't feel right on my chest. I looked down and saw them for the first time. Holy! Shit! I had TITS! My first instinct was to cradle them and to pinch my nipples. A shiver went through my body and my cock twitched. They worked! My tits worked!

"Looks like we both got what we wanted last night," Declan observed from the doorway. He was wonderful, all the attributes that were remotely feminine about him were gone. "Mirror is over there," he indicated with a smile.

I went over to the floor-to-ceiling mirror and studied myself. My breasts were definitely real with real woman-sized areolas and nipples. I hefted them, definitely a c-cup on me because I had smaller frame than Declan.

Declan distracted me from my tits by running his hands down my sides. I had a pear-shaped figure with some wonderful hips. I turned around so I could look at my ass. I had an ass! It was a sexy, round ass that I could imagine in a pair of tight jeans or leggings. "Wow."

"They look better on you than they did on me," Declan smiled. "Thank you."

"No! Thank you! Step back, let me look at you!"

He put his hands on my arms. "We'll call it a trade, okay? You got what you wanted, I got rid of what I didn't want. I do hope you like the hair."

Until he had mentioned it, I had not noticed that his hair had went from fine and blonde to wiry and brown. I went over to the mirror and studied my hair. It was a strawberry blonde, fine and wavy and in need of a trim. My thicker locks had always been something I could never tame, but this hair? I could do something with this.

Returning my attention to Declan, I noticed a few things. His shoulders seemed broader now that the misplaced fat had been removed. His muscles were toned, but not bulky like somebody who spent eight days a week in a gym. He didn't have a six-pack, but his abs were nice and solid. "Please don't ruin this by bulking up," I pleaded.

"As long as we stay together, I won't go trying to win Mister Universe, wifey."

"Declan, I said that in the heat of passion."

"But you were thinking it, so you meant it, right?" He asked. "I liked it, Heather. And, like I said last night after the passion, I love you."

"You barely know me," I scoffed.

"Janine may come off as a bitch sometimes, but I know that is her front. I know she wouldn't steer me wrong, and I was rather dubious when she said my better half was going to be at that party. I almost didn't come, and I was actually late."

"It seemed to me that you were right on time, hubby," I smiled. "Now, I have a problem."

"Yes, wifey, I have the same problem. Clothes. Nothing you had on last night is going to fit on that wonderfully sexy body. You might get away with some of my things for as long as it takes to get to a decent clothier."

"Clothier," I teased. "Yes, we do need to get some clothes. I will buy mine, since you scammed me out of the check last night."

"No, you won't," Declan shook his head. "The gentleman always buys."

Hmm, gentleman. Those are few and far between. "All right. You be prepared for a big bill, gentleman."

Declan reached down and grabbed my cock. "This first. I need breakfast."

When I came, Declan pulled me out of his mouth so that I could give him a facial. After he got his share, he let me lick the rest off his face, which got him extremely hard. I turned around and put my hands on the counter so that my ass was sticking out. He got the hint.

Breakfast was a miracle. I managed to come up with a breakfast for two with what little he had in his refrigerator. When I was done donning one of his suits, Declan sat me down on the bed. "The place we are going is a very discreet mall where rich people like us go to shop in peace this early in the morning. They will take care of anything you want, no questions asked. The lingerie place will have no problem fitting you for bras even though you have a penis. If they ask to fit you for the panties, take them up on the offer."

"That's not fair to you," I protested.

"You told me that you wanted an open relationship. I'm not going to deny you women, hell, you can screw Loren and Shania as long as you fuck me daily."

"And what about you?" I asked.

"I told you I'm not into genetic women, but I am really into your feminine body for some reason. You made me happy last night, Heather, even before the magic switch we did. Even if the switch didn't work I was going to ask you to be my girlfriend. You understand me, and you're not out for my money."

"Declan, I am satisfied with you. There are so many things that we can do together..."

"...and we will do them. I want you to have pussy too, Heather. Like you said, that's part of you."

"You also want something else, Declan. You want children."

"Heather, I do want children in my life, so I can pass on my legacy. I don't want my name to end with me."

"But you want someone discreet. Is that why you asked about Loren?"

"Loren is also a surrogate, one of three assistants that agreed to work with me when I started working with Janine and Johan's companies," Declan explained.

Suddenly the work I was doing on the NLA's books hit me, were they there by choice? "Those women are here of their own free will?" I asked.

"They have agreed to be companions and surrogates. They can leave anytime they want if they so choose. If there is a child involved, they are asked to give up custody, but are given a stipend to help raise them if they choose to leave. In every case so far, the surrogate agrees to stay and help raise the children, even though they wanted to stop the sexual part of the relationships."

"And you're sure Loren would be into this?" I asked.

"I have three assistants. Loren, Shania, and Kelsey. They have all agreed to be surrogates, and were rather disappointed that I turned them down. I was considering artificial insemination at one point, but that's about the time my pecker stopped working."

"Wow, not even a chance to jack off. That would be horrifying," I mused.

"In any case, if any of them ask to help you undress, you can take them up on it. They will help you dress without wanting to jump your bones, undressing is their code word."

"All right, Declan. You've got me on a slippery slope to sexual depravity, but I'll take it just for the privilege of your cock in me all the time," I joked.

"I want yours inside me too, Heather. Once you do that, I'll be your sex slave forever."

"Declan, you can be anything, just not my slave. Ok, hubby?"

"Deal."

Pittsburgh's Sandrine Mall was the place to shop at five o'clock on a Sunday morning. Declan ushered me into the lingerie store first, so that I could get nice underthings. Bras, they had so many different types of bras! I had never paid attention to them before, mostly because they had been optional for me.

The very pretty hostess took me in the back room and measured me for my first real bra. Before I had been a 30A, now I was a 34C. I didn't mind that my chest had grown to support the breasts, they looked extremely natural and gave an even ratio with my larger hips. The bras I chose were mostly sheer with underwire. I didn't want a lot of padding with these babies, I wanted them to look natural.

When Elise asked me if I wanted sized for panties, I agreed. She snagged a couple each of different styles and led me to a back room with a lock on the door. When I dropped Declan's slacks and boxers onto the floor, my cock sprang out. She knelt on the floor and measured around my waist and around my thighs. Then she stood back up and made some notes in her notebook.

She went over to the cabinet and pulled a condom out of a box. When I peeked over her shoulder, I could see that there were still four more in the box of five. "You don't do this very often?" I asked.

"Not for lack of trying. Most of the cross-dressers and transsexuals that come in here are getting fitted for other males, so I don't get lucky. I told corporate to send me at least one male associate, and they have promised to look into it. I get the occasional woman who wants a fitting, but they aren't really into strapons. So, I'm really glad you needed a fitting."

"Elise, I have to ask, are you getting paid for this?" I asked when she handed me the condom.

"Heather, I do this because I want to. Put that on, and scratch my itch, please."

I scratched her itch, and I thought I did it very well. I also hoped that the room was soundproofed because Elise had let out some very loud wails. She didn't flinch when I pulled out of her and we saw that the condom had ripped during our fucking. I scribbled my name and number in her notebook so she could call me if she needed help. I got a kiss for being sweet and thoughtful.

Declan was waiting outside the dressing room door when Elise opened it up. He had a big grin on his face like he was the cat that had just ate the canary. "I got something for you, so you don't have to wear my clothes all through the mall."

He held out a bag with the name of my favorite athletic store on the side. I took it with a smile and closed the door. Inside the bag was a wonderful athleisure suit colored in shades of blue. Elise handed me a pair of thong panties specially designed to be worn under athletic leggings. She helped me put the sports bra on, copping a feel as she did the snaps, then I put the top on.

"You look wonderful," she indicated the mirror. "Your husband made good choices as to the coloring."

I studied myself in the mirror. I did look awesome. The clothes fit just right, hugging my figure like a models. "Thank you, Elise. If you ever need anything..."

"I'll be sure to call. Go and do something with that mop now."

My hair was next, then an actual facial and a mani-pedi. I even talked Declan into getting a mani-pedi, saying that he needed to take care of his digits and they would take care of him.

Our next stop was for suits, real business suits that were tailored on the spot. "I could get used to this," I admitted to Declan over lunch. We had been shopping for over six hours, and had spent over eighty thousand of his money. I felt guilty about that, and was trying to come up with a way to sneak some of the money back to him.

"This is the best day I've had in years," Declan reached across the table for my hand. "I could do this alot. Couldn't you?"

"I don't normally spend eighty grand on my own clothes in a year. Granted, I'm getting fitted for an entirely new wardrobe, but still." I gave his hand a squeeze, and ran my foot up the inside of his calf, finding the top of his socks with the tip of my shoe.

"How'd you like to do it once a week?" Declan asked.

"Declan..." I stopped my rubbing on his leg. "...I feel guilty enough spending this much. Sure, I have it to spend, and would probably spend more to outfit myself, but you spending it on me...We've known each other less than a day!"

"So you don't like being spoiled?" Declan gave me a pout. It was darling. "I have never spoiled any woman like this, not even Kat. Damn, I did it again!"

"Did what again?"

"Mentioned the bitch-ex," Declan said. "Besides, you come out of that dressing room and pose. Not in front of the mirror, you pose for me. We like the same clothes on each other, except for that horrid outfit you tried on back in Saffron Frieze."

That had been a test, I wanted to see if Declan was just saying I looked good in everything, or if he actually had that good taste that seemed to escape most men. "It was a test," I admitted.

"I passed, didn't I? We like the same things, Heather. Just admit that we are compatible. Admit that you are having a wonderful day."

"We are compatible. I am having a wonderful day," I nodded. "Yes, I could imagine splurging weekly. I'd probably have to end up buying another house just to hold my clothes."

"And mine too," Declan teased. "Anyway, what do you want to do next?"

Should I try my luck? "There's a home game this evening."

"Good, that leaves us the afternoon to go naked," Declan smiled.

When we got back to Declan's condo, he showed me the room where all of our purchases had been unpacked and hung up. I spied the boxes from the adult implement store and picked them up along with a couple items of lingerie from Elise's store. Elise. That had been fun.

I held out the larger, blandly marked box to Declan. "This is for you, to wash yourself out. Anal sex is fun, but it is best to be clean. This smaller box has butt plugs in it. Grab the lube and stick the smallest one in you while you shower. Flex your muscles around it, let them get used to being stretched."

"That should take me what, about an hour?" Declan asked.

"Give or take, why?"

"Loren would like to meet you," Declan indicated the door to the other bedroom with one of the boxes. "See you in an hour."

I wasn't really ready for another sexual encounter with a woman before bedding Declan. As it turned out, Loren wasn't there for sex. "Good afternoon, Heather."

"You must be Loren," I held out my hand to her. She took it and gave it a gentle squeeze. "What's going on here?"

"Mister Declan has told us that we are to refer to you as Missus Heather or Missus Sagemueller in more formal settings. We don't have any problem with that, you see?"

"I see." No, I didn't see. What the fuck, Declan?

"Thank you for giving yourself to Declan, Heather. As a Wiccan, I suspected there could be powerful magic to help him...shed his female parts, but I'm just an assistant. That kind of magic is powerful and primal. I couldn't give that to him. You see?"

"Are you saying that I've been using magic on him? Is that why he's spending his fortune trying to make me happy?"

"You are not using magic on him, Heather. He used it on himself. Declan asked Gaia to send him someone that he could share his life with. In not so many words, Gaia granted him his wish. Do you like that color, Heather?" Loren indicated my suit.

"I like it, alot," I admitted.

"You were wearing this color last night, weren't you?"

I was. What the hell did that have to do with anything? "What about it?"

"Some men, the ones who are deeply seeking a mate, have attraction to colors we refer to as pure attractors. Your wearing of this color made it very hard for Declan not to notice your presence. It isn't using magic per se, but it's a hell of an icebreaker. Didn't you pick this color to wear last night? Nobody helped you, it's just something that you chose?"

"You're right, it is something that I chose," I nodded. "Janine knew that I was going to be at the party."

"But Declan almost didn't go. He was sitting here poring over some deal he was about to make before finally deciding that he'd make an appearance at a team party. And there you were, the rest is history."

"So what now?" I asked.

"Now, I seal my bond to you with a kiss," Loren put her hands on the sides of my face and kissed me around my lips, then on them. "And I'll give you what you'll need to share Declan's life with him."

Whoa! "You want to what?"

"Sorry, that came out wrong. Declan travels a lot. He wants to be with you whenever you're available, so I have the means for you to do that if you desire."

"Okay," I nodded.

Loren indicated the bed, picking up a black plastic card. I knew what that was, I had one myself "This is for you."

"I have one already," I countered. "He spent eighty thousand dollars on me this morning, I won't let him spend any more if I can avoid it."

Loren looked at me and batted those killer eyelashes. "Only eighty thousand?"

WTF? "He's spent how much on you?"

"I don't know exactly, but I remember the first time I went out with him. My first suit like this cost twenty-four hundred dollars, I almost fainted when he ordered six. That first day he spent a hundred fifty thousand dollars getting me outfitted as his assistant. Can you imagine how much he would spend on the woman he loves?"

I took the card from her hand and went for the door. There might have been protest from Loren, but I didn't hear any. I stormed into Declan's bathroom, intending to give him a piece of my mind about trying to buy my love, but I stopped. Declan was sitting on the bathroom floor, watching a video on his phone. He had the enema kit unpacked and partially assembled in front of him.

"Hey, I was just about to come get you," Declan said.

"About what?" I asked.

He got a sheepish look on his face. "I need a little help, these videos aren't quite clear, or I'm just plain confused as to the procedure. I've had enemas before, but I didn't watch how the nurses did them."

My boyfriend wanted me to help him with an enema. I was game, and I was going to have fun doing it. "All right, stand up and strip," I ordered.

Declan shot to his feet. "Yes, wifey."

You're going to be calling me hubby, I chuckled to myself. I looked at the black card in my hand and set it down on the bathroom counter. That discussion would come later, after...whenever. Declan was a real good student, and I decided not to play around with him during instruction. Fun could come later, I didn't want my first time invading him to be in the bathroom anyway.

I did, however, tease him by taking my leggings down, lubing up a butt plug and put it in my anus. When I turned back to him, he was rock hard and smiling. I left the plug in and went back to see Loren, card in hand. "All right," I sighed.

"You caught him in a vulnerable moment, didn't you?" Loren asked. "Declan will just stare at something, almost as if he is confused by it, until you interrupt him and then all is fine. I don't know if that's the way it has always been with him, or something Claire did to him."

"Why would you say that?" I asked

"Claire was a psychiatrist. Aside from the obvious...things that she did to him, those tits look awesome on you by the way...we all think that she fucked with Declan's mind as well."

"I did more than take his tits, I took his ass too," I pointed out.

"And that hair looks awesome on him, a regular scruffy style. I am even going to have to buy him razors now!"

"Huh?" I asked.

Loren paused, composing her thoughts. "I've worked for Declan for five years. In that time, he hasn't shaved his face at all. This morning, he came to my apartment wanting some razors and shaving cream. I had to trim him first, you see, he looked like all five years had come in at once."

"He didn't tell me," I admitted.

"Declan didn't want to scare you, Missus S." Loren put a hand on my arm. "I thank you for waking him up. I know you think you were greedy, stealing all of his feminine qualities, but he wanted to get rid of them as much as you wanted them. Hell, I would have loved to have those tits."

"Maybe it wasn't just about wanting to get rid of the tits, Loren. Maybe the magic worked because I was willing to take the whole burden, as it were," I explained. I had wanted all of Declan's woman-traits. Maybe in return he got all of my man-stuff. Thank goodness I still had my pecker, I would die without that. Maybe.