Bound Ch. 03: Bound Fovever

"Yes, they could have. Normally they would have. Apparently the VPO made them open up another slot for me. I could take the next one but that's not for another 6 months. This class starts tomorrow which is why I need to fly out tonight." she explained to me again. "Are you sure you don't mind driving me to the airport?"

"Driving you to the airport?" I questioned "No. You leaving for two weeks just before Christmas. Yes."

"Daniel, I need to do this. It's important and will be good for my career."

"Oh, I understand all that. I'm just going to miss you, that's all." I said truthfully.

Kissing me tenderly she said "It's just for a week or two sweetie. I tell you what, I will make sure to buy some sexy lingerie while I'm there that will make you ... well I'll just leave it at that."

I drove her to the airport after that and helped her get checked in. Kissing her goodbye at the security gate I went home.

It had been two weeks since I had spent more than hour or two as Danielle and I couldn't resist the temptation anymore. Donning the corset I was actually relieved to see Danielle looking back at me. It was strange but I missed her too. I had been spending so much time with Jennifer as Daniel that Danielle had been neglected. My body tingled all over which I immediately recognized as trouble. Refusing to touch myself to extinguish the fire that had awakened as soon as the transformation was complete I dressed in the sluttiest clothes I could find. My makeup was likewise over the top. Settling back into my old routine I started dinner and cleaned the apartment, watched some TV and then went to bed as Danielle. Dressed in one of my sexy baby-doll nighties I masturbated with my little purple friend to a crushing, mind numbing, orgasm. Tired of being cooped up as Daniel and knowing that I was low on groceries I went to sleep smiling, anticipating, a few hours in the "wild" as Danielle tomorrow after work.

Turning into Danielle was like getting a vacation from myself every day after work. Needing some groceries seemed like a simple enough foray that would likely not end with me on my knees anywhere with a cock in my mouth. "Yup" I said looking at myself and my clothing, A black pencil skirt with a modest but form fitting blouse, push-up bra, garter belt, and stockings of course, my feet slipped into my high heeled saddle shoes, convinced myself, this would be perfect! I continued to think that right up to the moment I saw Chris. I tried getting away but accidentally made eye contact. I knew I was trapped. Chris came over, weaving his cart around the produce aisle, his eyes never leaving mine. He was so sweet and understanding, a perfect gentleman, and when he asked me out I was so surprised that I just said yes, without thinking, before exchanging numbers.

It had been a few days since I had run into him at the store. I spent most of that time getting the right outfit and other amenities, when I wasn't questioning my own sanity for agreeing to the date in the first place, that is. Hours before I was to meet Chris I showered and shaved in preparation for my date with him. I even used some of the floral essences shampoos and conditioners I had just bought to give "Danielle's" hair a better scent and body. Donning the corset I took a deep breath and let it out slowly. Was I really going to do this? It had been over a month since the Costume party and over five weeks since I first met him and I could easily stand him up. Running my fingers over the stitching I thought 'What can possibly go wrong?' and I wrapped myself in the corset.

"Ready or not, here we go." I told my reflection in the mirror and began tightening the laces. The transformation was as quick as a blink. I still had not seen the actual transformation and I suspected at this point I never would. Whenever I got the laces tight I would blink and when my eyes opened again I was changed.

Looking at myself in the mirror I wondered if I could make the corset a bit tighter? I untied the laces without undoing the busk and found I was able to tighten the laces enough to whittle away another inch from my waist before I slipped on the leather bra and garter belt I had bought for the occasion. Slowly drawing the Full Fashioned stockings up my legs, I attached them to the garter belt. Grabbing the G-string that matched the bra and garter belt I pulled that up over my moistening pussy and settled the waistband. It was crazy that I turned myself on like this but I was getting used to it. I took extra time putting up my hair and doing my makeup. I even included a nice shade of red on my toenails. I went with soft pastels for my eye shadow, sexy but not vampish like I had been the night we met. I wanted him to know that I could dress for any part.

The sundress I had picked for the evening was a pretty floral print that was low cut enough to display ample cleavage but not low enough that the leather of my bra was on display. Same with the length. It hit me a little lower than mid-thigh, high enough to be enticing but not so high that the welt of my stockings would be on display to the world. It was also nice because being a flowing skirt it would not draw tight across the buttons of the garter belt when I crossed my legs, marking its presence to those that knew what to look for.

Slipping the sundress on I smoothed it over my body turning this way and that making sure that everything was in place. I slipped my lacquered toenails into the high heeled cork wedges I had bought for the occasion. Actually I had bought the shoes first and then the sundress, the leather lingerie came from my favorite adult toy store where I had found my little purple friend.

Grabbing my purse with my wallet and cell phone I grabbed my sunglasses and headed to the door. While I was in the process of locking the door, Mike and Jim turned the corner in the hall. Thankfully, I heard them before I saw them or they would have seen the shock on my face. As it was I couldn't get back in the apartment in time nor could I draw the key out of the lock and move away from the door enough to seem casual.

"Well HOLY SHIT!!" Jim exclaimed "Danny Boy never told me he had a sister!" his eyes undressing me as he looked me up and down. It was clear to me that I was standing there naked in his minds eye and it made me feel uncomfortable. 'This must be what Jen was talking about.' I thought to myself.

"Twin sister, actually." I replied thinking fast. "Daniel's not here right now and I have a date."

"That's fine we were just heading over to McGill's. Haven't seen him in forever and wanted to see if he wanted to come along." Mike said. He was checking me out as well but not in such a creepy way as Jim had done. It was while Mike was talking that my phone rang.

Not recognizing the number I answered "Hello, this is Danielle." my heart sank a bit when I heard Chris's voice on the other end.

"Danielle, I am SO SORRY but I have to cancel tonight. We have a major deadline on this office building project and the boss is pulling a mandatory OT." he apologized. "Maybe we can do something tomorrow afternoon instead?"

"That's fine." I said trying to hold back my tears. What is it with this body that it cries so easily? I thought to myself. "Yeah, maybe tomorrow. That would be nice. OK. Bye."

"Danielle? Our Danny Boy has a TWIN sister named DANIELLE?" Jim laughed "That's fucking hilarious."

"Yeah! Hilarious! Now if you'll excuse me." I said as I started to unlock the door.

"No" Mike said putting his hand gently atop mine, stopping me from unlocking the door. "Why don't you come with us?" he suggested.

"No, I don't think that sounds like a good time." I said flicking my eyes at Jim.

Mike noticing the gesture assured me "We're actually not that bad. Ask your brother about us when you see him. Since he's never told us about you maybe he's never told you about us? Hi, I'm Mike and this is Jim" he said.

"Yeah! Come with us. We're great guys. You'll see." Jim added.

Since I was already dressed up and felt like I needed a drink I went against my better judgment and went with them to the bar.

McGill's was a nice Irish bar that was known for their great draught beer selection, Irish Whiskey and some of the best bar food I've ever had. You could tell that everything was made from scratch. Since 'Danielle' had never been there though I had to act like it was all new.

I let them order me a drink while I went and powdered my nose. Checking my makeup in the mirror I, once again, questioned my judgment in coming here. Preparing myself for all kinds of questions about my 'brother' Daniel I headed back. Mike and Jim had picked a High Top bar table off to the side. Jim was waiting there with three beers. "Where's your buddy?" I asked.

"Who Mike? Already breaking the seal. Unless he's powdering HIS nose." he joked.

I definitely understood Jen now. I was in a public place surrounded by people and I didn't feel safe with Jim. With my legs crossed high on my thigh I turned toward the bathrooms, I did indeed see Mike coming back. He had a confident swagger to his walk and a nice bulge that I had never noticed before.

Sitting down at the table Mike picked up his beer and took a drink. "Games not supposed to start for another 30 minutes or so, Neal said." Neal was the bartender, a balding, 40 something former marine that was known for two things, an eye for gorgeous bartenders, and his love of soccer. Mike was also a big soccer fan so I figured that was why we were here.

I took a drink of the beer that Jim had selected for me. It was a crisp refreshing IPA that had obviously been dry hopped based on the intense aroma. I detected a bit of disappointment in Jim's face when I complimented him on his selection, I was after all a girl, I wasn't supposed to like beers let alone tongue blistering hoppy ones. I was supposed to drink Cosmos and other fruity drinks with umbrellas sticking out of them. It was then that the questions started.

The conversation was what I expected. Questions about 'me' and Daniel growing up etc. etc. etc. Who was born first? Were we close? I answered as little I could while being as vague as possible. Mike's questions weren't bad but Jim's questions were all inappropriate. I was about ½ way done with my beer when I started feeling funny. I had been drunk before but even in this tiny body there was NO WAY that I should be feeling like this after ½ a beer and it was quickly getting worse. Next, I remember hands on me helping me to my feet. Stumbling to the car and being helped in. Of being held up as my apartment door was opened. After that everything was like an out of body experience, I could feel everything happening to me but I was seeing everything from a place above. I lay limp as Jim had me slung over his shoulder. He carried me to the bedroom, sat me down on the bed and started undoing my dress.

"DUDE, I can't believe you slipped her a Roofie!!" Mike exclaimed while trying to keep his voice down.

"Why wouldn't I? Jim answered back in the same tone.

"How 'bout cuz she's our buddies TWIN SISTER!" Mike answered

"A twin sister we never knew anything about. She is also one hot piece of ass in case you didn't notice. Now relax, she won't remember a thing. Besides" Jim said "it's not like this is the first time we've done this." I was shocked as much as I could be in my vaporous state.

"Not like this we haven't. This crosses the line. Look, the game is about to start. I'm going back to the bar. You should come too." Mike said as he left.

I screamed "NO MIKE!!! Don't leave me!" but no sound came out.

Jim followed Mike to the door and locked it behind him before coming back to the bedroom. He started taking off his clothes before turning his attention back to my unconscious form. While removing my dress he discovered the stockings, leather lingerie, and the corset.

"Oh Danny Boy." he said "Your little sister is one HOT little slut." I could feel him peeling my panties down my legs revealing my clean shaven pussy. I tried to kick him but my body just lay there. Burying his nose in my pussy he started licking my clit. It was an incredible sensation that I would have enjoyed had I been a willing partner.

Rolling me over Jim removed my bra before flipping me back his hands mashing my tits as he continued tonguing me. Even in my 'out of body' state I was getting turned on. I could feel my pussy, betraying me, getting wetter and wetter. I tried to make myself believe that MAYBE this was all that was going to happen. Then his hands went to his zipper.

I was terrified! I kicked, screamed and flailed, I tried to claw him in the eyes but my body just lay there. Giving my pussy one last lick and a kiss on my clit Jim positioned himself at my opening. I could feel his hard shaft starting to part my silky wet folds when he hit a barrier.

"Holy FUCKING shit! You're a goddamn virgin! Oh I am gonna have FUN with this." he said as he thrust hard into me tearing through that barrier.

So much happened simultaneously at that point that I am not sure I can get it all down but I'll try.

My out of body experience ended. I was back in my body the moment he pierced my maidenhead. It was as gentle as a soap bubble popping yet the pain of it tore me open to the core. I was mortally wounded and it felt good. I could hear a woman's voice screaming in the distance before I realized that it was my own. Being back in my body I had started to move ever so slightly. Jim must have felt that because he just lay there for a moment with his cock inside of me watching my face.

I was tingling down there, with even the slightest move I tingled even more. Satisfied that I was not waking up, Jim started moving. Slowly at first and then picking up speed. Every thrust set off a wave of pleasure. Waves that emanated from deep inside my pussy raced out to my extremities, gaining in speed and intensity as they traveled. When those waves hit my clenched fingers and curled toes they echoed back. My entire body was on fire. Wherever the waves coming out of my pussy combined with the waves that had been echoed back I could feel myself being washed away as those waves briefly combined. Fire coursed through my veins and waves of electricity crackled over my skin with each and every thrust. I could feel it like waves crashing on a stern and distant shore, I was being swept away.

Returning toward the source those waves were funneled down, focused and crashed into my clit with an unbelievable intensity. With the combination of every thrust and wave I could feel my orgasm approaching but it was unlike anything I had experienced so far. Judging from his increased pace Jim's orgasm was nearing as well. I didn't want to cum, and definitely not like this, but soon I wouldn't be able to hold back against the combined force of his thrusts and the waves. At that moment Jim came and after a flurry of intense thrusting I reluctantly came a moment later. His final thrust he held inside me and I could actually feel his cock pumping his seed deep inside of me.

It was done! You know how when your ears pop when you yawn and suddenly you can hear so much better that you wonder how you could even hear before? Everything was so much more vivid, sight, scent, touch, hearing it was all so much more real for some reason.

Jim got off my limp body slowly before going to wash my virgin blood off his cock. "We gotta do this again sometime Danielle! Tell your brother I said Hi." he said as he got dressed and left. In the distance

I heard the door click shut with a tone of finality.

Full consciousness came slowly. When it did, I rolled over, curled up in the fetal position and cried myself to sleep.

It was hours later before I woke up, still exhausted from crying. I rolled out of bed, dried blood on my thighs. I could still feel the violation and it made me feel dirty inside. My fingers were numb as I worked the laces on my corset, new tears beginning to fall. The knot untied I started loosening the laces until I could be free of it and this body. Part of me wanted to go straight to Jim and knock his lights out for doing this to my 'sister', the other part just wanted to sit in a corner somewhere and weep. Once the laces were finally loose enough I unhooked the busk, closed my eyes and prepared for the change. I opened my eyes and my world, and my breathing, stopped. There looking back at me, corset hanging from one hand, was Danielle not Daniel. The corset slid from my hand as shock set in. I closed my eyes and opened them again but nothing had changed. Stumbling, I ran to the bathroom and emptied my stomach.

Kneeling there, on the cold tile floor in the bathroom, praying to the porcelain goddess, I began to understand what had happened. The waves actually did wash me away. The final steps of the magic started once my maidenhead was pierced, the old was washed away, and the new finalized in the crescendo of orgasm.

I was numb, lost, and so confused. There seemed to be nowhere to turn, no one to help. Who would believe me? How could they? It was too fantastic to be believed. It was then that I remembered the little old woman. "OH MY GOD!!!" I said aloud to myself. "THAT'S why she was so angry! She had the same thing happen to her!"

Peeling myself off the floor I stripped out of my clothes and jumped in the shower. I knew it wouldn't wash off the filth that I was feeling inside but I needed to try. Showering as a woman was a different experience, my breasts were so tender and receptive, my nipples quickly hardening as I rubbed my soapy hands over them. I was in a hurry but seeing my naked body for the first time, I took my time and explored. Even without the corset pushing them up, my breasts were impressive, my tummy was flat and muscular like my arms and legs, my hips were well defined. I had a tiny waist that the corset was only partially responsible for. My pussy quivered as I turned my attention toward it, my fingers slipping into those folds that Jim had just taken advantage.

I didn't allow myself to think of Jim as my fingers, and the pulsating action of the shower head, began to warm me. Taking turns between playing with my clit and sticking my fingers inside I could once again feel my orgasm approaching. My breath was coming in quick raspy spasms in the hot shower. My fingers furiously massaged my clitoris as the hot water sprayed over my body. I stifled a scream into a whimper as I finally came. I leaned on the wall of the shower as I struggled to stand, the massaging shower head still beating down on my pussy.

Trembling, and not from the cold, I exited the shower and wrapped a towel around myself. I used it like I had seen Jen do many times, wrapped around my breasts falling like a short toga dress. I wrapped my hair up in another towel. I decided quickly that if I was going to be a woman than I was going to dress/act the part.

I needed to talk to that woman, she had answers that I needed, I was sure of it. Trying to decide what to wear was the hardest part. While instinct was telling me to just slip into my jeans and a t-shirt my eyes kept drifting back to the sundress, to the stockings, to the garter belt, and finally to the corset. The dress repulsed me all of a sudden, not because I thought it was ugly but because of what Jim had done to me while I was wearing it.

Determined to not be a victim I decided to put the same clothes back on. 'I AM ME' I thought as I picked up the stockings and began running them through my fingers. I am not going to let Jim define who I am. I slipped the garter belt around my waist and slowly drew the stockings up my legs. I drew it out pretended that I had a silent, attentive audience watching every little move. I crossed my legs at the knee, my leg stretched out as I attached the buttons to the welt. Standing, I inspected my seams in the mirror. 'I'm getting pretty good at lining them up' I thought, admiring my work. Slipping my g-string panties on I watched myself as I stepped into my heels. I walked back and forth watching myself in the mirror wearing nothing but the stockings, garter belt, g-string and heels. I made a point of keeping my back straight and putting an extra "bump" in my hips with each step.