Bob Gets His, Part 1 · Part 1 (1/2)
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PROLOGUE
This story continues the adventures of Joseph Watson. The wealthy man has been is kidnapped and by various frauds declared dead, but in reality he is alive and working on an island, somewhere within twenty degrees north or south of the Equator, owned by the notorious Dr. Justine van Damme. The Doctor and Joe's ex-wife, Gloria, wanted to punish him and get their hands on his money. Toward this end, they applied state of the art pharmaceutical treatments and surgical procedures on Joe. The end result of all that attention was that Joe has been transformed into an exaggeratedly sexy woman in all respects.
His subconscious has been programmed with depraved sexual urges to match his sensual new body, but otherwise his consciousness is intact. He knows that he is a man, no matter how he may be forced to appear or act, and resolves never to forget that fact, thus making his punishment much more effective. Joe now makes his way through life as a waitress on van Damme's private island.
Due to Joe's lack of legal acumen and foresight, his ex-wife Gloria was appointed executrix of his extensive estate, but only until his illegitimate son, Robert Watson, turns twenty one and inherits it all. Gloria likes being wealthy and powerful and has no intention of relinquishing the fortune to Robert, who has vowed to ruin her financially when he gains control over his inheritance. Justine van Damme has contracted with Gloria to effect a plan which will result in Gloria's getting the money, and Robert being maneuvered out of her way. Permanently.
CHAPTER 1
"Gloria, may I have twenty dollars?" Bob Watson asked his guardian.
"What ever for Robert dear?"
Bob was really angry. He would shortly be inheriting his late fathers millions, but for now he was reduced to begging this bitch for money. "Someday she'll get hers," Bob thought to himself.
"I'm going out with some of the guys tonight for pizza and a movie."
"O. K. dear, I'll get it for you."
Bob really resented Gloria Watson, his father's ex-wife, who was administering his estate. She went out of her way to make life hell for Bob. Bob had grown up with his natural mother and the only contacts they'd ever had with Joe Watson were support checks and the occasional birthday card. Despite this, or maybe out of guilt over it, Joe Watson had left the bulk of his estate to Bob.
Bob had left home at eighteen, but shortly thereafter came under the control of Gloria. Until he turned twenty one, she was in charge of his life. He knew that there was a clause in the will that allowed her to retain control of the estate if she could prove that he was incapable of managing his own affairs, and he suspected that she'd like nothing better than to do so. What really got to him was the fact that she wasn't hardly any older than he was, yet she treated him like a child.
Gloria had moved Bob in with her so that she could exercise ever increasing control over him. As Bob Weinstein had told her: "Don't let him think for himself. Get him used to taking orders from you and being obedient to you."
Gloria returned with the twenty."Here you go Robert. Oh, by the way, I have a new girl coming tomorrow to be my secretary and social assistant. Her name is Monica and she'll be living with us. I'm sure that you'll want to be here to meet her."
"I'm sorry Joe, it's not that you are not a good waitress, it's just that we are over manned, our budget has been reduced, and you've been here the shortest amount of time. You must understand. I'm sure that Denice in personnel can fix you up with another job."
Back on the island Joe was worried; he had just been fired from his job as a waitress. Thoughts of being sent home to the U. S. and having to prostitute himself ran through his pretty head. He practically ran to the personnel office.
"I'm sorry Joe, there's just no positions open that you're qualified for."
"Please. Can't you check again. I'll do anything."
"Well, let me check the files. Hmmm… It seems that Rhonda is leaving us, but no. You wouldn't want to do that."
"What's that?" Joe said, ready to grab at anything.
"It seems that Dr. van Damme's personal housekeeper is retiring, leaving a vacancy."
"I can certainly keep house." Said Joe.
"There's a lot more to this job than just changing sheets."
"I don't care, just try me out at it."
"Let me call Dr. van Damme and see if she's agreeable."
After a conversation on the telephone Denice told Joe, "she sounded skeptical that you could handle it, but she's willing to give you a chance. You need to go see Mrs. Johnson and Donna for the necessary training.
CHAPTER 2
"Wow, what a looker," thought Bob, staring at Monica.
It was obvious to the tall blonde that the young man was smitten with her. She would certainly turn that to her advantage. In her most seductive voice, Monica told Bob, "I'm so pleased to meet you. If there is ever anything I can do for you, just let me know." ************ "That little pig." Thought Monica.
Bob had grabbed her ass as he walked passed. He continually made a nuisance of himself around her, never missing an opportunity to touch or rub up against her. Monica just smiled sweetly at him, thinking to herself "he'll get his."
Monica played the boy like a fish and, before long, had him in bed and believing that he had seduced her. Bob wasn't a very good lover. Monica was just getting into the swing of things when he came, rolled off of her, and went to sleep; thanks to the drug she had slipped him. Looking at Bob's wilted cock, Monica remembered how it had felt when she still had one. She recalled how she had introduced Bob's father, Joe, to being on the receiving end of a stiff cock, after his transformation into a sexy babe. Feeling horny, Monica got dressed, thinking, "I sure as hell won't be getting any satisfaction here tonight. Might as well go out and pick up a real stud."
After donning a provocative outfit, Monica put a tape in a player and turned it on. It would play softly all night into the pillow under Bob's head, filing it with radical notions. Looking at the sleeping boy, she was curious, thinking "I wonder if he'll turn out as pretty as his dad?"
On her way out, Monica ran into Gloria.
"Hi Monica, would you care to join me in a drink?"
"I'm sorry Mrs. Watson, but I was just going out. Can I take a rain check?"
"Gee… I really hoped you'd stay home with me tonight. I have some tapes that make very interesting viewing and you're in some of them."
Monica could see that Gloria was more than a little drunk, and more than a little horny. "O. K. Why not?"
The tapes turned out to include one of Monica screwing Joe. Gloria was very disappointed to discover that Monica's magnificent cock was gone forever. However, the evening wasn't a total loss as they wound up introducing themselves to girl on girl love making. Both of them discovered lesbian sex to be as exciting and as satisfying as anything else they had ever done, if not more so.
When Bob awoke the next morning, Monica was there sleeping beside him. The young man was certain that he had found true love.
Joe was washing the breakfast dishes, when Dr. van Damme called out to him, on her way out the door, "Joe I'll be home at six with two guests. The cook has the menu, we'll eat in the blue room."
"Yes, ma'am." Said Joe.
Donna had trained Joe well in his new duties. It hadn't taken him long to discover that he wasn't going to be a housekeeper, instead, he was being trained as Dr. van Damme's maid. Joe had to be up, washed, and dressed by seven a.m., in uniform of course. The new uniform wasn't that bad; it was a lot more comfortable than his waitress getup since Dr. van Damme didn't make him wear the hated minimizer bra and a girdle.
Every morning Joe would don an underwire bra, which cradled his abundant breasts in comfort, nylon panties, black panty hose, black pumps, and a white satin blouse which was tucked into a black taffeta skirt that fell to his knees. It was neither tight nor revealing and Joe was totally at ease in it. He'd half expected to be dressed in some skimpy little maids dress. Oh he was alright, but only for special occasions.
At seven o'clock, Joe would enter Dr. van Damme's room with her breakfast and awaken her. While she ate, Joe would draw her bath. Then while she bathed, Joe would make her bed, lay out her clothing, and take the dirty breakfast dishes to the kitchen and wash them. It wasn't a particularly arduous job and he had plenty of free time.
Joe lived with the Doctor and stayed at her house most of the time, preferring to avoid other people, especially men. Ever since his changes, Joe had discovered that he couldn't trust himself around men, somehow he'd developed an insatiable appetite for sex with them. Joe had no clue that his newfound promiscuity was a permanent part of his psychological make-up, only that he got extremely aroused sexually around men. So he avoided the intense embarrassment that his ensuing sexual antics caused, by keeping to himself in Dr. van Damme's compound.
Joe had a busy day ahead of him today. In addition to his normal duties, he would have to polish the silver and get dressed up for tonight. ********** "Yvonne."
"Oui Madame." Said Joe.
If there were any strangers in the house, Joe was addressed as Yvonne. Dressed as a French maid, he had to act the part. Mrs. Johnson had taught him to pronounce French words with his artificial voice box and his French vocabulary was at least the equal of his English, which had been purposefully limited.
In preparation for tonight's little soiree, Joe had donned a black satin and lace lingerie set consisting of; panty, garter belt and push-up bra. He attached sheer white stockings to his garters and slipped on a pair of pink satin pumps with five inch heels. Over this he pulled on layers of stiff white petticoats, followed by a low-cut, pink velvet French maid's uniform. Joe's hair was in a ponytail and he tied a pink satin ribbon in a big bow to hold it back. A little white lace apron and a choker and wristlets, of white satin bordered with lace, completed his Yvonne costume.
Joe curtseyed carefully, knowing that his stocking tops would be revealed if he did not, and he didn't want to reveal any more of himself than was absolutely necessary.
"These are my guests, Hector and Miguel Gonzales."
Joe curtseyed gracefully to them, "Bon soir, Messieurs. May I get you drinks?"
The two brothers were tall, dark, and handsome. Joe felt the inevitable reaction of his body and averted his eyes from the men, trying to concentrate on the task at hand.
Other than to take note of Joe's exceptional beauty, the Gonzales brothers paid him no more mind than they would any servant. Joe overheard their conversation as he served the meal and was able to piece together that the Gonzales brothers were frequent visitors to Dr. van Damme's island, came from somewhere in South America, were fantastically wealthy, and performed many services for the Doctor including acting as her bankers. After the table had been cleared, Joe was dismissed. He ran up to his room, where he masturbated urgently, grateful that he escaped performing like a wanton slut with the two brothers.
Over cigars and brandy the Gonzales chatted idly with the doctor. Finally Miguel spoke up. "This little thing Yvonne; she is perfection itself. Is she by any chance available?"
"Certainly. I shall have her report to your cottage, where she'll be waiting for you. I must inform you though that she is, or to be more precise, was a man."
"Madre de Dios! You are kidding me."
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