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Subject: {ASSM} Wyatt's Fate (TG) [5/5]
Date: Wed,  5 Dec 2001 00:10:05 -0500
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Had to get a new email, so I'm reposting my old works under the new 
addy to get it out.

Wyatt's Fate, pt. 5

Now, onto the boring stuff

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DISCLAIMERS

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This story contains scenes of an erotic and/or controversial nature, 
and is not intended for the perusal of minors.  Further if perusal of 
such material is considered illegal in your area or immoral by your 
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This story remains the property of the author.  Permission is granted 
to download, photocopy, copy and repost so long as any such action 
contains these disclaimers, and no attempt is made to profit from 
this story.

All characters in this story are the creation of the author, and any 
resemblance to real persons, alive or dead, are purely coincidental.

This story may contain aspects of fantastic science or magic.  The 
parameters of what this science/magic can accomplish are completely 
at the discretion of me, the author, and, as such, I make no 
apologies for any rules of "real" physics, chemistry, biology, or 
magic that may be broken within the story.

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Now onto the fun stuff

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It was noon and she had time for a quick snack before going for her 
blood work.  She quickly thanked God that technology had progressed 
to the point where she didn't need to starve herself before blood 
tests.  She hadn't had anything to eat since leaving Miami yesterday. 
As she sat in the food court eating some rice (for some reason she 
had no urge for her regular greasy burger) some Salsa music was 
blaring on the speakers, and Wanda felt her body undulating 
unconsciously.  She smiled, thinking of the private performance she 
was giving a few men she noticed were watching.

She quickly ran upstairs after her meal and got the blood work done, 
thinking all along of the job as prostitute she was soon to have.

She then returned to the doctor's office to thank him.  His schedule 
was full and she had to wait till he was finished at 4.  After giving 
him a quick thanks, an idea popped into her head.  She leaned 
forward, exposing her ample cleavage.  "Is there anything I can do 
for you, doc?"

He just smiled and reached out and fondled her breasts.  She moaned 
and leaned into his hands.  He leaned forward and kissed her.  She 
just let him do what he wanted as he undressed her.  She helped him 
to undress and got down on her knees before him.  She took his large 
cock into her mouth and sucked him till he was hard.  He then lifted 
her up and sat her on the edge of his desk.  He got between her legs, 
slipped into her and fucked her till he came.

He then gave her a quick kiss.  "You're great.  But with your new 
skills, I'd expect that."

"Thanks, doc."  She kissed him and left the room.

That evening, Wanda went to her first day as a stripper.  She 
performed multiple times on the stage, nearly cumming each time she 
stripped.  After work was over, she was back in the dressing room in 
nothing but a G-string counting the money from her day's work when 
her boss came in.  "You were great!"

"Thanks."

"Did you get that blood work done?"

"Yeah.  Be processed in two to four days."

"Great!  I've already gotten a few requests for you.  You're one hot babe."

"Thanks!"

Wanda went home ecstatic.  With all the money she had made today, 
she'd be able to pay Lisa back in no time!

The rest of the week went normally until Friday when Lisa called her 
into the office.  She thought it was for her weekly fuck, but Lisa 
seemed a little perturbed.  "I got a disturbing note from the doctor 
today, Wanda.  It says that your blood work has been processed, so 
you can start your job as a prostitute.  Are you planning on going 
into prostitution?"

"Yes.  I was looking for some way to pay you back for all the clothes 
you bought for me.  So I got a job as a stripper-prostitute."

"So you don't actually want to be a stripper-prostitute?  You just 
want to pay me back?"

"Actually I like being a stripper."

"And prostitution?"

Wanda felt her pussy grow wet at the thought of sex for money, but 
just said, "I haven't tried it yet."

"Well, don't do anything unless you feel you have to.  I don't need 
to have my money replaced any time soon."

"Okay."

Wanda left, more determined than ever to pay back Lisa as soon as 
possible.  That night, she spent less time stripping and more time 
fucking, but at the end of the day, when she had all that cash in her 
hands, it was worth it.

The next day, she went with Lisa to see the team in action, and after 
the game, she let the team gang bang her again, loving every minute 
of it.  That Monday, she went back to work at the strip joint and 
made another pocketful of money, which she stuffed in an envelope for 
Lisa.

Tuesday morning, Lisa called her into the office and asked, "So how 
do you like your new job as a prostitute?"

"Actually, I love it."

Lisa was truly shocked.  "You do?  You don't find it degrading or nasty?"

"At first, I did, but it really is fun, and the money definitely is worth it."

Lisa stared at her for a while, before saying, "well, I've thought 
about it and I've decided that I don't want a whore for a sexual 
partner.  I want you to quit.  We can find another way for you to pay 
me back if you're feeling guilty about my gifts."

Wanda stared at her for a few seconds before saying, "No."

This shocked Lisa most of all.  "No?  Did you say no?"

"Yes, I said no.  I like my new job, and although it may not be your 
cup of tea, I'm not going to give it up on your say so."

"Fine, but as long as you're a prostitute, you and I aren't going to 
be having sex of any kind.  Are you prepared for that?"

Wanda thought about it and found the thought of not being with Lisa 
to be far less troubling than she thought it would be.  "I'll be 
sorry to lose you, but I've got to be me."

Lisa just nodded and dismissed her.  After he was gone, she called 
upstairs and made her report.  In Emily Drasberg's office, Trisha 
whined, "He was supposed to suffer!  But he loves it!  That macho 
asshole actually loves being an effeminate, sissy prostitute!"

Emily said, "Who'd've thought?"

"He's not supposed to love it!  I want him to suffer."

"Relax, Trisha.  We've already got a back-up plan that's sure to make 
him uncomfortable, at the very least."

"How can you be so sure?"

"Because your new secretary has been approved and I can't see him 
being comfortable in that role."

"He... has to work for me?"

"He will."

"How do we know he won't just quit?"

"Because tomorrow, he's going to be informed as to some new skills 
that will be very helpful in his chosen career a a prostitute, and, 
in getting them implanted, we'll be able to implant a desire to never 
lose any job for any reason.  He'll take any abuse from you just so 
as not to lose his job."

"Excellent."

************

THE NEXT MORNING...

Wanda, as soon as she came into work, was summoned to Lisa's office. 
As soon as she entered, Lisa said, "You're leaving the secretarial 
pool, Wanda."

"You're not firing me?"

"Of course not.  You're actually being promoted.  The executive 
assistant for Emily Drasberg has put in for a permanent secretary and 
you were selected for the position.  Congratulations.  You start 
tomorrow."

"Thanks."

"No problem.  On another note, the M.I.D. lab has got some new 
prostitution skills in, and they're available on your old 
prescription, so if you want to take your lunch break to go up there 
and do that, it is available."

"Thanks.  I think I will."

During lunch that day, Wanda did indeed go to the M.I.D. lab.  While 
she was there she mused on her reactions to the M.I.D.  Before all 
this started, she had been terrified of them.  Now she saw these 
devices as having been necessary for her current, much more fun, 
life.  Afterwards, the nurses in the lab used her as they had the 
first time she had been implanted with prostitution skills, but this 
time, she relished their actions.  That night at work she made 
another pile of money, all of which went into the envelope to pay 
back Lisa.

The next day, Wanda went into work and went right to the top floor. 
When she went into the office where she was to work, she was shocked. 
Her new boss was Trisha, her ex-wife!  When had Trisha come to work 
at Drasberg's?

But Trisha was even more beautiful than she remembered.  Pregnancy 
really agreed with her.  She positively glowed with life.

After some brief formalities, Trisha put her right to work, working 
her far harder than when she worked in the pool.  But, for some 
reason, Wanda was determined to make this work.

Shortly after Wanda came back from lunch, Trisha called her into the 
office.  "Miss Colton-"

"Please, call me Wanda."

"As you wish.  Wanda, I've just read your file, and it says that in 
your off hours, you're a prostitute."

"Yes, ma'am."

"Do you only do men?"

"No, ma'am, any who are willing to pay the price get my services."

"How much do you charge for licking a woman's cunt?"

"$50"

Trisha got her purse and fished out a fifty.  She gave it to Wanda 
and said, "Let's see what you've got."

Wanda took the fifty and stuffed it into her cleavage.  She then went 
to her knees before Trisha, put her head under her boss's skirt, 
pulled down her panties, and licked Trisha's cunt with all the skill 
she could muster.  And Trisha did seem to appreciate it.  In just a 
little while she was thrashing against Wanda in the throes of 
orgasmic release.

After she came, Wanda came out from under her skirt, saying, "You 
taste great.  Must be the pregnancy."

"Thanks.  I just wish I wasn't doing this alone."

Wanda felt pangs of regret, then, both to find out what Trisha knew 
and so as not to seem too knowledgeable, asked, "Where's the husband?"

"The husband ran out on me.  I don't know or care where that bastard is now."

Wanda surprised both of them, by saying (and meaning), "He was a 
fool.  You're a beautiful, sexy woman."

Trisha stared at her for a few seconds, before she asked, "Then why'd 
he leave me?"

Wanda thought about it.  Why had she left Trisha?  "Maybe... he was 
afraid of being a father.  Afraid of failing a small child who would 
be utterly reliant on him for its very survival."

Trisha just stared at him for a bit before saying, "Maybe.  Is there 
anything else you'd like?"

Wanda fished the fifty out of her cleavage and returned it to Trisha. 
"From now on, if you want sex, just ask.  From now on you get all 
freebies."

"You sure?"

"Call it my single, expectant mother discount."

After Wanda left, Trisha just stared after her, totally confused.

That evening, after Wanda got off her other job, she made a call to her lawyer.

************

TWO DAYS LATER...

Trisha walked into Emily's office.  "Did you implant commands into 
Wyatt to make him more generous or giving?"

"No.  It was felt that any commands along those lines would be too 
different from his normal personality and wouldn't work.  Why?"

"My lawyer contacted me.  Another lawyer, claiming to represent my 
husband, has turned over a trust account for my child equal to the 
entire amount he had before leaving me.  Not just my share, but 
everything."

"Well, we had nothing to do with it.  But I have seen this before. 
After being transformed into someone totally different, the person 
steps out from behind their selfishness and into their full 
responsibility as a human."

"You mean Wyatt might actually be a decent person, now?"

"I mean Wanda might be a decent person.  As for what happens if we 
lift the extras we put on top of Wyatt..."  Emily shrugged.

Trisha was clearly confused.  Emily asked, "Do you want to cancel the 
final stage?"

"No.  We'll see what kind of person he's really become after he's given birth."

************

TWO WEEKS LATER...

Wanda was in the doctor's office getting her prescription for her 
bi-weekly blood work-up, when the doctor asked, "How would you like 
to make some extra cash?"

"Who do I have to fuck?"

The doctor laughed.  "Nothing like that.  You've been fully examined, 
and you not only have a cunt, but a space in your belly that should 
function exactly like a womb, just like the surgical constructs for 
modern day transsexuals.  Drasberg's has invented a device for 
creating an endometrium and planting an egg within the womb.  Then 
the transsexual can be fucked and get pregnant and give birth, just 
like any genetic woman.  And we need to test it.  Since you are still 
producing semen, and spraying into your own womb, you would be the 
perfect test subject, since we wouldn't have to get another man 
involved."

Wanda thought about it.  The doctor started to say, "Think about it-"

But Wanda interrupted, saying, "I'll do it."

"You sure?"

"Yes."  Although she couldn't, for the life of her, say why.  But the 
doctor said nothing more, quickly rushing her up to the lab, where 
she was stripped naked and strapped onto the table.  She lay there, 
feeling a smooth metal cylinder enter her cunt.  There was a low hum 
and her entire abdomen vibrated.  After a little more than an hour, a 
nurse came in, strapped electrodes to her nipples and clit (the only 
visible remains of what was her cock), and turned on a switch, 
sending surges of energy (and pleasure) through her body.  She came 
three times before the energy stopped.  But they didn't let her up.

A nurse came over and stuck a bottle in her mouth, not letting it out 
until she drank all the foul tasting liquid.  Within minutes of 
finishing it, though, she felt her loins surge with energy and 
vitality.  The electrodes surged again and Wanda was overwhelmed with 
pleasure once more.  She came twice before they turned it off and fed 
her more of the revitalizing liquid.  They brought her to two more 
orgasms before a nurse unstrapped her saying, "Congratulations, 
you're pregnant."

Wanda put her hands on her belly and surged with pleasure.  In 9 
months, she'd be a mother.  Then it sunk in.  She'd be a SINGLE 
mother, just like Trisha.  She got dressed and staggered back to her 
job.  When Trisha inquired as to the reason behind her state, Wanda 
explained everything, including how afraid she was.  Then Trisha 
surprised her by saying, "Let's be single mothers together."

"Excuse me?"  Wanda couldn't believe her ears.  In the last two weeks 
she had serviced Trisha multiple times, and had come to cherish and 
worship her ex-wife, but she had thought that Trisha had always 
considered it just sex between them.

"I want you to move in with me.  I've really come to enjoy being with 
you over the time we've been together.  Let's move in together."

It only took seconds for Wanda to say, "YES!"

************

SIX MONTHS LATER...

Wanda stood in front of the stove, humming happily, absentmindedly 
stroking her bulging belly.  After she had moved in, she had quit her 
job at Drasberg's and gone to part time as a stripper/prostitute so 
she could be a stay at home lover/wife to Trisha.  She found it 
ironic.  As her previous male self, she had tried many times to 
convince Trisha to do this, now she was the stay at home woman (well, 
most of the time), having the house clean and dinner ready for her 
mate when Trisha walked in the door.  But ever since the baby (the 
one Trisha had been carrying) had been born, her love had been moody 
and withdrawn.  She figured it was just postpartum depression, so she 
had taken the time to fix all Trisha's favorite foods in an effort to 
cheer her up.

When Trisha came home, Wanda greeted her at the door with nothing on 
but lipstick and gave her a kiss.  That cheered her up, but dinner 
just seemed to depress her all over again.  After dinner, they were 
cuddled up on the couch (it was Wanda's day off) and Wanda was trying 
to cheer Trisha up by nuzzling her sensitive spots.  Suddenly Trisha 
said, "Wanda, there's something I have to say."

"Yes, love?"

Trisha stared Wanda right in the eye and said, "Wyatt, come forth."

Wanda staggered as though struck and Wyatt looked down at his body 
and freaked.  He jumped back off the couch and yelled, "Oh my god, 
what have you done to me?!"

"Settle down, Wyatt."

"Settle down?  I'm a woman!  A PREGNANT woman!"

"Yes, and yelling about it isn't going to change anything."

"No, but I can get an abortion and get rid of this baby!"

He moved towards the phone.  Trisha said, "You'd do that to our child?"

Wyatt stopped.  "What do you mean 'our child'?"

"The egg that you inseminated.  It was my egg.  The child you carry 
is ours.  Yours and mine.  The full genetic sibling to our little 
Pamela."

"No, you were pregnant when that egg was implanted.  It couldn't be yours."

"Back when you were at your most stubborn, I had a batch of eggs 
frozen in case I couldn't convince you before it was too late.  That 
child is ours."

"Why did you do this?  Why did you bring me back?  Why didn't you 
just let me go on in ignorance as Wanda?"

"Because I was feeling guilty.  You were just so nice as Wanda.  I 
wanted to believe that it was because Wyatt had reformed."

"I was nice because you made me.  You programmed me like a computer."

"Nobody made you give up the money you squirreled away to our child. 
Nobody made you give up your job to be a stay at home wife.  Nobody 
made you be such a loving mother to Pamela.  That was you, Wyatt."

Wyatt didn't respond.  After a few seconds, Trisha said, "Look, just 
tell me it was all a fake.  Tell me there's nothing of Wanda in 
Wyatt.  Tell me that the love I feel for you is for nothing but an 
illusion, and after you've carried the baby to term, I'll have you 
changed back into Wyatt and you can go on your way."

Wyatt almost blurted out that there was nothing of Wanda in him, but 
something made him stop and think.  He put his hands on his belly, 
sure he could feel the life force of the baby inside him.  Trisha was 
giving him an out, but did he want to take it?  He looked to his 
wife, tears in his eyes.  "Trisha, I'm scared."

Trisha leapt off the couch and took Wyatt in her arms.  "I 
understand, love.  And we'll face whatever comes together."

************

FIVE MONTHS LATER...

Wanda stared out the window, little Jason suckling at her teat. 
After he finished, she put him into his basket, saying, "Momma's got 
to go to work," and kissed him on the forehead.  She handed the 
basket to an attendant, saying, "Take him out to the woman at table 
1."  Then she grabbed her outfit to get ready for her next number.

As she ran onto stage, she quickly checked the table, seeing Trisha, 
Trisha's boyfriend (Trisha always did prefer men), and her own 
boyfriend, Mister Taylor Powers, the man had who had been pretending 
to be Doctor Carter (the real Dr. Carter's Hippocratic oath prevented 
him from being actively involved).  Trisha and she were still living 
together, and they were both loving mothers to their children, but 
they were now mostly girlfriends, and only occasional lovers (mostly 
when their boyfriends weren't around).

Over the last three months of her pregnancy, Wyatt had been assailed 
by many doubts.  Some days, he wanted nothing more than for it to be 
all over and to return to Wyatt, and other days when he wanted to 
forget Wyatt ever existed.  But when Wanda held her baby in her arms 
after eighteen hours of labor, somehow everything just fell into 
place.  She knew that she wasn't going to go back, and that she was 
going to stay Wanda forever.

After she announced her intentions, she had been introduced to all 
the players in her transformation.  She had surprised everybody by 
striking up a romantic relationship with Taylor, even before Trisha 
had found her current boyfriend.  Wanda was still a 
dancer/prostitute, but no one wanted her to change.  She was happy 
where she was, and no one wanted her unhappy.

As she danced, she looked at the table, smiling conspiratorially.  If 
they had been surprised she was so happy as a female whore, wait 
until she really blew their minds.  That night she planned on asking 
Trisha for another of her eggs and asking Taylor to inseminate her. 
Any woman could be a whore, but modern science had also made her a 
mother, and that was something special.
-- 
"This is reality, not T.V.  Can't you tell the difference?"
"Sure.  I just like T.V. better."

J R D
jrdss@pobox.alaska.net

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