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Archive-name: Changes/ericdil5.txt
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Archive-title: Eric's Dilemna (part 5)
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Alexis watched, amused, as Eric stood naked, surrounded by
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kinky fetish gear. What to put on first? Lorna had said this
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would be the ultimate demonstration.
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Eric Katt, who once made decisions that affected millions, was
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now an all tits and ass bimbo who couldn't decide whether to deck
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herself out in sluttish rubber or kinky leather.
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"Why don't you try the pink hot pants?" Alexis suggested.
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Grateful that someone had broken the confusion that enveloped
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him, Eric began the arduous process of squeezing his stout hips
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into the tiny garment.
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"He seems very domesticated, Lorna. I'm impressed."
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"Does he meet to your satisfaction, both as to his original
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feminization and his .. uh, how shall we say, .. custom
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modifications?"
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"Lord yes! he's wilder than anything I ever dreamed of. All
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those times Eric had my tits hanging out, fending off the hands of
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his drunken buddies. Now he can enjoy the experience. Yes, he'll
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do just fine as "Erica."
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"I'm so glad you find him suitable. I have worked so hard.
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It's so difficult, you know, to impose new behaviors, new
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attitudes, without extinguishing the basic talents. Eric, for
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instance."
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Lorna took out a cigarette, lit it, and continued.
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"Eric has a natural talent for making money. Of course, that
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talent needed to be harnessed and put to work for females. While
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it would be nice for you to have Erica at your beck and call, it
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will be so much nicer to have Eric making money for me."
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Alexis tried to stand up. She was woozy, hot, and the room
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was spinning.
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"I've made a few modifications of my own, you see. Eric, as
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Erica, is going to be your assistant. He'll be running things
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while you're on vacation. Quite smoothly, I'd bet. After all, it
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was his company."
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Lorna stepped back to avoid Alexis' clawing fingers.
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Staggering, the drugged female collapsed to her knees.
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"Meanwhile, you have a debt to pay me. A very significant
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debt."
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*********
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The intercom. Her last meeting was cancelled. It was time to
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go home.
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Alli and Eric minced in. Husband and wife were now identical
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twins. There were a few improvements, of course. The accents were
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gone, as well as the remains of Eric's manhood. It got in the way of
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business, but their bustlines were stupendous. 40-FF's.
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Impossible to support unless wearing well engineered foundations.
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Watching the two enter was like seeing two cars from the fifties
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with jutting headlights.
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The intelligence was still there. It had to be to keep Lorna
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in touch with her newly acquired empire. But there were other
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things. Alii looked at her mistress with unbridled lust. The poor
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girl was now an obsessive lesbian. Eric, on the other hand, was
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now an uncontrollable slut. He couldn't keep his hands off any
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cock that came by.
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MALES was throwing a dinner in Lorna's honor. It was going to
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be interesting to see who got a bigger reaction from the crowd when
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they danced - Alii or Eric. Each had a little song to sing and a
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dance to do.
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There would be a live sex show including, even, an animal act.
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It would be fitting somehow to see Eric Katt, the takeover king,
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being taken over by a donkey.
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There was a brothel in the hills north of Acapulco where the
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girls were taught a sort of naked Flamenco. The pale, slim, Anglo
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girls, kidnapped form the tourist beaches, were particularly
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humiliated by the lewd costume and the heel pounding dance they
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were forced to learn. The beat of the heels serving to drive the
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dildos they wore deep into their, soon to be, well worn slits.
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It might be fun to send my pair South for the season to take
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dancing lessons. Lorna sat back and pictured it in her mind. The
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see-through, triple tiered, skirts, their ponderously moving
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breasts, cries of "Ole!" in the background. She picked up the
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phone and began to dial.
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End of story
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Hope you liked it.
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