The Makeover Ch. 01

This was phase 1 of my plan, and it was going very well: Jennifer the ideal, I called it to myself. We made it out of the house once by Sunday afternoon, and went to the mall to find Jennifer some more suitable clothes. Her credit card took a serious hit that day, we needed new underwear for her, where she was ecstatic to be able to buy cheap bras right off the rack, no more custom jobs for her with her new, slimmer build.

We bought her all-new shoes, every one of which was high-heeled, even two pairs of sexy stillettos. I made sure that the skirts she bought for work were never below the knee, and the tops, though modest, always showed off her newly-hot figure. Her skin practically glowed with health and sex appeal, and I could tell it really turned her on to see other men admiring her as we shopped.

We threw away her silly collection of ugly jewelry, and Jennifer laughed with me when I pointed out how ridiculous they looked. The new, very hot Jennifer had no need of funky accessories to be noticed; she didn't need to proclaim her individuality and quirky taste; she was hot, and as a very fuckable woman, all she had to do was be herself. And the world would gladly accept any self she wanted to be.

I bought her another collar, a substantial leather one with a nice metal leash ring, for her to wear when we were at home together. We made an evening of going through her closets and throwing out all the bargain-basement chunky librarian clothes. Finally, Jennifer was ready for work the next day.

That week flew by, and every night Jennifer came home, glad to put work behind her and have the chance to get naked with me and fuck me silly. She was absolutely dripping by the time she got her car in the garage, and I was more than glad to oblige her desires for my cum. It was an idyllic week, but it was just the beginning.

The next day was Saturday, the day I showed Jennifer her real self.

Jennifer felt the tingle/burn of the changes I made as the glow roamed all over her body, making her wake up from her orgasmic dreams in all-over body pain. She groaned as the glow left her, squeezing her eyes shut.

"Ooooh, Tom, what did you do to me?" she asked, still a bit fuzzy from sleep. Her arms were stretched above her head, and her legs were slightly apart, revealing the slight landing strip I had shaved above her pussy lips the night before. Her body had just undergone major changes, and all of them were good. She now looked like a porn star, her whole body built for sex, and made to drive men wild with lust. I knew it was true, since I had just made it so.

Curiousity got her up and over to the full-length mirror we had bought so that she could look at herself each morning as she dressed for work. The original Jennifer, the one I had dated, would've never wanted to constantly see her own reflection, like the new model did, every time she walked into her room. Over this last week, though, she had begun to really enjoy seeing herself, and I caught her sometimes posing for the mirror. Hardly the behavior you'd expect from a stodgy librarian! But then she really wasn't, anymore.

This morning's new look made her gasp in surprise. Her hair was longer than yesterday, and much darker, a deep brown bordering on pure black, and it fell in sexy waves all the way down to her ass cheeks, giving her a really fuckable-looking mane of hair. No academic type like the original Jennifer would ever bother to have hair that magnificent.

And her skin. . .it was absolutely flawless----no marks or blemishes of any kind, and now tanned to a rich, healthy brown, no traces of stretch marks, scars or even a hint of cellulite marring the perfection of her skin. It was taught and absolutely perfect.

Her breasts were now incredibly full, what we later learned was a 28 DD, but with an unlikely lift to them; even without a bra, they wouldn't sag, but were pert and infinitely suckable. Those tits would draw men's stares no matter how they were confined, and when they were revealed in all their glory, jaws would drop. Even science and genetics couldn't give a woman breasts like these, they were simply unreal. Her nipples were perfectly framed by dark areolae, and stuck out attractively when Jennifer was aroused, which was pretty much always the time, now.

Her waist was very small, her stomach flat and almost on the verge of being muscled, and her ass was heart-shaped, with nice round cheeks. She was a delight to look at, and her face was flat-out beautiful. Her eyes an intense green, and her lips full and luscious, definitely dick-sucking lips, now. The way she looked after this makeover, she could make a mint in porn or in regular modeling. If I let her.

A frown crossed her now-beautiful face as she looked at her reflection in the bathroom mirror, and I wasn't surprised to see that the effect was----even sexier. "Tom, this doesn't even look like me. I mean, my face, my body, god, I'm gorgeous, but. . .my own mother wouldn't recognize me! How could I live this way? They wouldn't let me in the door ar work!" The frown faded, but she was still mulling her new look over. Distractedly, she reached up and tweaked a hardening nipple. In spite of herself, she was getting aroused, just looking at her newly-fuckable body.

"I know, dear," I said to her condescendingly. "That's the beauty of it. Think of it, when we go out, and you look like this, no one will know who you are, no one will recognize you, and no one can trace you, this you, the real you, back to your quiet little librarian life.

Because every morning I'll return you to looking the way you did last night. Every day you can go about your job, being the newly-attractive little Jennifer, and no one will ever connect you with your night-time activities. No one will ever know that you are also this magnificent goddess. Think of the freedom of being incredibly sexy, desired by every man around you and a fair number of the women, too, but able to be completely anonymous! How could you say no to it?"

Jennifer turned this way and that in the mirror, looking at her new body, clearly entranced by it. Even if I hadn't enhanced her body's sensitivity to pleasure, she'd probably still feel totally into this idea of mine.

She had been dumpy and unattractive for so long, now I was offering her a chance at a double life, where she could flaunt her new body, and strut around, acting like a whore for anyone in public, then go back to looking normal for her school and academic life. The boring little unattractive woman would finally get the attention and worship she had never had! I could see her thinking it over, and wondered what scenarios she was picturing.

She could seduce one of the other college students at the night class she was taking, without him ever knowing it was her! She could suck off any man she felt attracted to, just to see what his cock was like, and how his sperm tasted, and never see him again!

What would appeal to Jennifer the most? I thought I knew. She could act like a bitch in public, knowing the men around her would take it, since she was such a hot piece of ass. They'd pursue her and worship her and let her walk all over them if she liked, because she was so sexy and desireable. I was giving her everything she could ever want, a kind of double identity---good girl during the day, wanton slut at night.

The whole world was opening up to her, and she finally saw it.

Jennifer frowned at her image again, but seemed lost in thought. Finally, she shook her head. Suspicion and mistrust of the whole thing seemed to have won out. "No, no, it's just not me. I'm sorry, it's a really nice gesture, but. . ." She trailed off, looking into the mirror at her image even more. "I don't think it's really me."

I held up the digital camera I had brought with me, and showed her a picture of what she looked like before, what she looked like just last week, when I came in.

The old Jennifer was only 5'3" tall, and was obviously overweight. Her breasts were huge, but not very sexy, and her hair was short, grey, and in some sort of artsy/page-boy cut which did nothing to flatter her. With glasses on, she looked the part perfectly: a stodgy librarian. And worse, she knew it. All her life she had been hiding from her body, from her sex, from her femininity.

The look of her old self, its clear lack in desireability for most men, had obviously driven her into a career that she thought she could hide in. Who ever noticed librarians? They were expected to be spinsters, anyway. She had lived in that image for so very long, and now here it was, staring her in the face. Would she be brave enough to reject it?

She looked from the image to me. "Oh, god, really? That's really the way I looked? How could you have loved me, looking like that?" I smiled at her, and put an arm around her waist, turning the camera off.

"I loved you, because sometimes, you let your inner sexy self out. Sometimes. But it was so hard getting it to come out, you were always----reserved, you often wouldn't share of yourself, you were never very giving, in bed or out of it. But I persevered. I knew there was more to you. And now, here it is, you can actually see it. Let your inner self out, Jennifer. Accept this body, and really live in it."

A wicked grin spread across her face as she asked me to make her boobs even bigger. I made her taller, too, a spectacular 5'8", almost an Amazon in stature. When we were done, her hair was black, her lips even more erotically sensuous and full, her waist incredibly tiny, and her ass had hot bubble cheeks; an ass that practically begged to be fucked! Her legs were long and very well-toned, when she walked in high heels she would look like an absolute porn goddess. No man would be able to see her and not immediately think of fucking her.

I applauded her choices, then, and held her close against me.

I told her that her new name was Jenny, something she had always hated being called before, but I told her it went with her new sexy looks and self in a way her old name couldn't. I sent a twinge of naughty pleasure at her every time she heard her new name, and after a bit, she was hooked on it. So, Jenny it was.

We fucked at least six times that day, in the shower, in her bed, on the stairs. . .we really explored her new body, and loved what we found.

Her constant conditioning from me was having an amazing effect. She was genuinely fun to be around, again, even when we weren't fooling around, and she apologized from time to time about her old behavior, and said that it really embarrassed her to have treated me so badly. I reassured her that I accepted her apologies, and that I'd find ways for her to make it up to me. She was taking to her submissive role better than I could've ever expected.

Sunday night had us in the local theater, but not really watching the screen. We only had eyes for each other, and before long, Jenny was happily blowing me in the top row. From the occasional glances back at us, I knew some of the other patrons knew what was going on, so I leaned down over Jenny's bobbing head and whispered to her, letting her know she was putting on a show. Jennifer would've been scandalized, but Jenny kept right at it until she had swallowed a steaming load of my cum.

She sat back up in her seat and wiped her lips off with one long finger, then said "yum" to me as she licked it clean. My beautiful Jenny had just leaned in against my shoulder, when an usher came up to us, looking embarrassed. He said that someone had complained about what we were doing. When he said that, his face flushed vividly. He had to be only about 18 or 19, and was clearly stunned by the knock-out sexy woman he was talking to.

I just looked at the screen, ignoring him entirely, waiting to see what the new and improved Jenny would do. She reached out to the usher without saying a word and caressed his crotch through his pants, her long fingers stroking his ever-increasing bulge. He was stunned, but let it go on and on, until Jenny motioned him down to speak to him.

She whispered in his ear, and he nodded once, quickly. Then he moved past us and sat next to Jenny, who kissed him full on the lips. I was sure he'd be able to taste my cum on her hot lips. Then she undid his fly and fished out his cock, which was already hard.

Within moments, she was slurping away on it, and he leaned back in the seat and stared at this gorgeous woman who was giving him the blowjob of his life! She was certainly a fast learner, and was really taking to her new role!

With one hand, she gripped the base of his cock, and with the other, she stroked his balls and occasionally dipped a finger down to rub at his asshole. He squirmed in his seat every time she did, and she just kept at it, licking and sucking him like there was no tomorrow. He exploded in her mouth in no time, and she swallowed his load, then licked his softening cock clean, before kissing his ball sack.

"Mmmmm, darling, this was nice. Give me your number and we can do this again some time," she purred, and he stuttered out his digits, all the while glancing nervously at me. I just grinned at him and shrugged, as if she were a hot slut I just couldn't control. Little did he know the real truth.

When he was gone, Jenny leaned back in to me and breathed in my ear. "Oh, baby, that was awesome, I really loved blowing a total stranger in public. . .and in front of you! That got me so hot! Will you take me into the men's bathroom and fuck me like the hot slut I am?" I grinned my reply at her, and led her off to the men's. Two of the stalls were occupied, but I gave her an intense fucking anyway. Our first intercourse in public, but it wouldn't be our last.

The next night, Jennifer came home from work, and I watched her nude body as the glow spread all over it, and saw her porn body come back into being. She was Jenny again, at last! It was clear that she didn't like being trapped in her normal body during the day, even though it looked much better than it had the week before. I could see her relief when she became Jenny again, and her smile was wicked and sexy all at once. And, it was all for me.

She wanted to fuck me then and there, but I made her dress in her little black cocktail dress and get ready for an evening out on the town. We were headed to Jenny's first strip club, though she didn't know it yet.

In the car, her hands were all over my cock, giving me a raging hardon. By the time we made it into the parking lot of the strip club, I needed her to suck me off badly. She looked at the sign on the front as we drove in, and her face dropped. She had never been to a strip club, of course, and definitely could never have made herself go into a sex shop, for any reason. Jennifer hadn't owned even a plain-jane dildo, and had never tried a vibrator or anything as daring as that.

A new look was in her eyes as she grinned wickedly at me, and said, "Oh, we're going to have some truly wicked fun here, tonight!" I parked the car toward the back and let her suck my cock.

This was the best, I was happy, and Jenny was happy, enjoying her new body and her new freedom. Part I of the plan was going just fine, it was now time to move on to part II, and see just how far I could make her go as I worked out my revenge.