Lonely in New York

Sophie looked out the window of her penthouse apartment and marvelled at the beautiful sight of New York at night. She could sense the city pulsating with power, bristling with activity. She was now so very close to centres of worldwide financial and cultural authority. As C.F.O of Baroness Inc., she now had to have an apartment here. Sadly, that meant she was far away from all of his friends, family, and colleagues. Now it was just her, all alone in this massive luxurious apartment.

Sophie did not have time to brood on her solitude, she had a guest coming. David Frostburn, a well-connected wall street broker, was coming over for dinner. The man was a boorish lout with the sensibility of a wild pig and the worldview of a minor character from Mad Men, but thanks to connections made during his years as a frat boy at Princeton, he was an invaluable source. Sophie had been trying to get a proper meeting with him at her office for weeks, but he had always blown her off. Apparently being the C.F.O of a fortune 500 company was not interesting enough for David.

There was, however, another way of getting David’s attention. The married man had a reputation as a wannabe lothario and philanderer. When Sophie invited him to her penthouse apartment for drinks and… talk, David eagerly agreed. So tonight, it would just be the two of them, alone.

Right before David was to arrive, Sophie was busy making sure everything was just right. She was nervously making sure her dining table was set up perfectly. Sophie was an expert in many things, but hosting was not one of them. She heard the doorbell rang and quickly got ready, removing a white latex apron and placing it in the kitchen. She then removed a small pair of white latex gloves, replacing them with elbow length black latex ones.

She opened the door and welcomed David inside.

David took one long look at her and gave a low whistle. Sophie had dressed in a strapless latex evening gown, hoping to get this exact reaction from David.

“What exactly do we have planned for tonight?” David asked, his eyes lingering on her cleavage poking out through the peephole.

“Nothing too special.” Sophie answered, taking David’s coat. “A nice meal, a few drinks, and we’ll see what happens.”

“Will we indeed?” David swaggered into the apartment, his mind conjuring up possibilities of what could happen that evening, most of them involving Sophie naked.

“It’s a lovely place you have here.” David remarked, “what’s the square footage? 8000?”

“10000 actually. 3 bedrooms, two bathrooms, and a jacuzzi on the balcony.”

“And it’s only you here?”

“Fraid so. Just you and me.”

“You must get lonely up here.”

“Perhaps you can help me with that.” Sophie suggested, leading David into the dining room.

David could not help but ogle Sophie’s body as she walked. She moved with a sensuous feminine grace, David could see how her curves were fitted in the tight latex dress, the sheen coming from the light reflecting on the latex showing each supple movement, hinting at what lay beneath.

“You know, not many women are able to get a night with me.” David said. “You’re very intriguing.”

“Why thank you.” She replied, trying not to roll her eyes. Sophie was well aware that David had spent many a night with ladies on even flimsier pretences than hers.

In the dining room, Sophie had prepared the table for a candlelight dinner, including a bottle of champagne in ice. Sophie poured David and herself a glass and they sat down.

Over the dinner that Sophie had half an hour ago received from uber eats, they delve into the usual chit chat. Does your wife know you’re here? Did you tell anyone at work where you would be this evening? Do you have any security measures in case you go missing? The usual light-hearted fare.

David drank down the champagne quickly, though luckily Sophie was swiftly able to refill his glass.

“It’s good, us meeting like this.” David said, as he drank more champagne, not noticing that Sophie was not really drinking hers. “In the office, it would be all stuffy and shit. All those stuck up assholes watching your every mood. Fuckers. Everyone is so sensitive these days. One slap on the ass and suddenly people start panicking.”

David had begun to slur his words.

“I mean this is how the business world works. You scratch my back, I let you fuck my secretary. And they all pretend otherwise, but I know, I know. “

David was on a tangent now.

“You can’t just pretend to become woke and have everyone forget the past. I mean like, college days. I was there. I know what happened. What we did.”

David finishes off his second glass, which Sophie as hostess dutifully refilled.

“We were boys *hic* And we’re men now! You… you get it. I mean look at you, all sex… sexy like that. God you look so hot in that latex. I wanna… we are going to fuck tonight.”

David sluggishly tried to stand up off his chair. He had his hands on the table, keeping him up, and he seemed to be about to reach for Sophie. Then his body finally gave up and he collapsed on the table, completely losing consciousness.

Sophie breathed a sigh of relief. For a moment it seemed like the sedative wouldn’t work on David and he might have actually tried to have his way with her. And there was no way in hell that was happening.

Sophie got up and checked that David was completely out. She then grabbed him and dragged his limp body across the floor.

She took him to a room near the back of the apartment, where there was a large chair that looked like a futuristic version of a salon hair dryer. The hood shaped like an alien egg with black coating. Sophie fumbled David onto the chair, then strapped him in with metal locks around his wrists and ankles.

“There you are. Nice and tight.”

Sophie pulled down the large beehive shaped hood over David’s head, then booted up the console attached to the chair. The entire chair began to light up, scanning David’s body, and Sophie was greeted with a read out of David’s physical details on screen.

“Hmm, let me see here. Male, 180 centre metres tall, 85 kilograms, around 38 years old. I’m going to have to change all of that.”

Sophie inputted a series of changes and the console beeped in recognition. It then presented a mental read out.

“Ok I’m changing that… that… and that. Keeping that. Definitely changing that. Hmm…. Keep that. Taste in music? I don’t see why he can’t keep… wait… oh hell no. Delete. Let’s add classical music instead. Now let’s see. Loyalty to me, of course. Expert at cleaning and cooking. Should I make him French? Nah that’s too obvious. I know! Russian! Natalia would love that.”

Once Sophie had finished up, she pressed a big red button. The console showed an image stating that if the operation were to commence, the original DNA would be destroyed permanently.

“Don’t see any problem there.”

She pressed continue.

The chair started to whirl. The beehive hood glowed bright purple and beamed down on David, whose body began to tremble. Sophie looked on to see David’s body slowly changing. He shrank in size, as fat was eliminated, muscle reduced, and bones restructured. He was left with a petite body that fitted oddly in his male suit. It became more and more feminine as his rear become soft and round and, on his chest, leftover fat was moulded into a pair of shapely breasts. To complete his transformation, his penis and testicles receded into his body and reformed into a fully functional vagina.

With the operation completed, the chair released the woman that was David from its grasp. The helmet lifted off her body, showing to Sophie that the girls’ face was dainty and beautiful, with high cheekbones, soft luscious lips and long flowing blonde hair.

The console dinged, and Sophie saw a read out listing the woman’s new physical details.

“Let’s see. Female, 158 centre metres, 44 kilograms, exactly 20 years of age. Perfect.” Sophie declared. “B1anca’s chair worked.”

Sophie went over to the girl and gently poked her nose.

“I think it is time for Ksenia to wake up.” Sophie said to the girl, who opened her eyes, revealing them to be the colour of bright emerald.

“Madam, vas I asleep?” The girl replied, speaking in a sexy Russian accent.

“Of sorts. Do you remember being David?”

“Hmm, in sense. I aware zat I vas once David, and I have memories of him. But now I Ksenia. Your dutiful maid. Have I only recently been transformed?”

“Yes, you have. Literally right before this moment.”

“Ugh, zat explains zis awful clothes. Madam, may I remove zese disgusting male attire?”

“I would not even think of saying no.”

Ksenia then got out of the chair and ripped off the ill-fitting male clothes till every last vestige of David was gone, leaving Ksenia completely naked.

“Now Madam, shall I get in uniform and begin my duties?”

“Not just yet. Before your transformation, you said that we were going to fuck tonight. I think we should follow through on that.”

“Of course, Madam. Cunnilingus or scissoring?”

“We’ll see how we go.” Sophie took Ksenia by the hand and led her to the master bedroom. Ksenia followed her mistress, eager to begin administrating pleasure, as a good maid should.

“Now get on your knees.” Sophie commanded. “Let’s start with cunnilingus.”

“Yes Madam.”

The next morning Sophie awoke in her bed, feeling surprised that she was alone. After a long night of sapphic lovemaking she figured Ksenia would have been exhausted as her. Yet after dressing in her silk robe, she walked into the kitchen to find Ksenia hard at work making her breakfast.

Ksenia was fully dressed in her maid uniform. Latex underwear, with attached dildo and butt-plug firmly in place. Black latex stockings, 5-inch-high heels, a black latex maid’s dress with a white latex apron, and a cute maids cap on her tightly coiffed hair.

“Good morning Madam.” Ksenia greeted, handing Sophie a delicious looking omelette. “You have ten o clock meeting vith Rogers and Villiamson today. Paul Villiams is committing tax fraud, and last year David saw Rogers fuck a stripper at a party vhen his vife was in the hospital for cancer. Also, I suggest you vear the Jitrrrois leather skirtsuit. Paul has zing for vomen in leather.”

“Thank you Ksenia.

Sophie admired her new maid. She had made Ksenia the perfect housekeeper, and with David’s memories, she now had all the information she needs to infiltrate Wall Street. But most importantly, last night had taught her that she would never be lonely in New York. As long as she had Ksenia.