The Birth Of Tanya
It
happened so fast that Jeremy didn't even have time to react. He was
walking down a fairly deserted street on his way to a club he had heard
about. The women are hot and loose, is what they said. Quietly, an
unmarked white van drove up behind him. He barely heard the engine when
they got up next to him.
He looked up at a
figure dressed in black with a black mask and gloves. The person put
something against his face, and he blacked out. When he awoke, he was
sitting in a room that was very dark. There was a glowing big box in
front of him that was humming. Wires where connected from the box to
himself. He realized he was wearing a cap of some kind that was
connected to his head.
Looking to his right, he
saw a beautiful blonde haired woman. She was naked and standing up, but
motionless. Her eyes were shut, and she appeared to be propped up
somehow. He couldn't get a good look at her. "What the hell am I doing
here," he yelled? Get me out of here."
He heard a voice. "My apologies Mr Phillips. May I call you Jeremy?"
"Who
are you?" he looked around to find a face to go with the voice, but he
saw nothing. He noticed a window on his right, but he couldn't make out
any figures behind that window.
"Who I am is
not as important as why you're here. I'm afraid I must apologize to you
for bringing you here under rather unfortunate circumstances, but our
company was in a bind."
"What company?"
"We cater to a very elite clientele. People who would rather not die and have the money to ensure that it doesn't happen."
He laughed. "That's ridiculous. That's like something out of a science-fiction movie. Why am I really here?"
"Laugh
all you want, but I'm afraid it's true. We clone human bodies, but we
need time for the bodies to grow completely. That body next to you is
the result of one year of growth. We have to perfect the process. When
the soul gets transferred into the body, it needs to age regularly, and
this is something we have perfected. It can't be rushed any quicker than
a year."
"Okay, so what if it's true? What does that have to do with me?"
We had a client to come to us for a rebirth. This would be his third time with us. He's one of our oldest clients.
Jeremy's jaw dropped. "How long have you been doing this?"
"It's
been a while," the voice said smugly. "Suffice it to say, our customer
had expectations, and one of our engineers bungled the order and gave us
the body you see next to you. We couldn't get a male body in time, and
his soul only has so much time before we lose it."
He
strained to look at the female body next to him, she was naked. She had
rather impressive features, including Double D size breasts, from the
looks of her, she had a nice ass. She looked like the kind of woman that
would be out of his league. "The body looks fine to me."
"I'm glad you said that, Mr Phillips. Maybe this doesn't have to be such a bad experience after all."
"What does that mean," he asked nervously?
"Well
you see, we are going to take your body and give it to our client. That
much has been decided. Our teams have been roaming the streets for 48
hours trying to find somebody, and you fit the bill perfectly."
"I won't do it," he protested. "You can't get away with this."
The
man laughed. "You're in no position to disagree with anything, Mister
Phillips. We are going to take your body, whether you agree to it or
not. However, we have an opportunity for you."
"What opportunity," he asked skeptically? He didn't like where this conversation was going.
"You
see, the beautiful body next to yours won't last very long without a
soul in it. In fact, there are no clients on our list looking for a body
quite like hers, so we might have to dispose of her, but that's where
you come in."
"What the hell are you talking about?"
"Oh
its simple, Mr Phillips. We're taking your body whether you like it or
not. You can either fade away to wherever your soul is headed, or you
can enter this body and live out her life."
"I won't live life as a woman. That's ridiculous."
"Hear me out. You may like the terms."
"Our
client is a rich man. When you make a deposit for your next body, we
establish a bank account for that individual. We establish legal
documents. It's all on the up-and-up in the eyes of the law. She's got a
bank account, and there is over 1 million dollars in it. She's got a
condominium in the good part of town, she's got an extensive wardrobe
and she's got a job. She's a receptionist, but it pays well. She starts
work on Monday."
Jeremy laughed nervously. "No way. I'm not going to live my life as a woman."
"A
financially solvent woman. From what we gleaned from your wallet, you
don't do so well. You've kind of bungled your life, and it's just
getting started. Our client will live the life of Jeremy Phillips in a
much more successful manner than you ever could."
"But it's my life. I won't give it up," he protested. "I'm not living life as a woman."
"Suit yourself, Jeremy." He hit a switch and a buzzing sound was heard. Jeremy's head started feeling funny.
"No, wait. I'll do it. I'll take her body," he began to sweat and was in a panic.
"A wise decision, Mr Phillips," The voice replied smugly. "Just relax. It will be over soon."
Jeremy
woke up in a dimly lit room. His body was tingling all over as he was
laying in bed. "Hello, he yelled, hearing a feminine voice come out of
his mouth."
"Miss Wilson, glad you are awake,"
came the voice. "We have your ID and all your information in your purse.
We picked out clothing for you to wear. Put it on and wait. Our people
will be in there shortly to transfer you."
"Can't I just walk out of here?"
"I'm
afraid not, Tanya. That would put our whole organization at risk. Don't
worry, we will see you to your condo. Everything you'll need to go
about your life will be there."
Tanya set up on
the bed, looking down at her breasts. She had never seen them from this
perspective before. She began gently squeezing them, and her body felt
tingles. Her groin area was reacting to the touch. "Oh shit," she said
to herself. "Is this real?"
She reached between
her legs, gently fingering her neatly trimmed pussy, and the feelings
were unlike anything she had ever experienced before. She looked around
the room. "There must be something here."
Sitting
on the white stand next to the bed was a vibrator. She grabbed it and
turned it on, gently massaging her clit and feeling pleasure unlike she
had ever experienced before. Something was coming over her, and she
didn't fight it. Soon, she was exploring her pussy with the vibrator and
having an orgasm.
She wanted to keep going,
but the voice came over the PA system. "I'm glad you like your new body,
Miss Wilson, but you to need get dressed."
She
was embarrassed. She sat the vibrator on the stand and grabbed the nude
panty and bra set, jeans and lavender blouse that were provided for
her. The jeans hugged her hips and ass in the right way, and she was
looking at her backside. Her breasts filled out her blouse nicely. On
the floor was a pair of sandals.
No sooner had
she gotten dressed than somebody dressed in black with a mask on came
towards her. "You don't have to," she began to say, but the figure
grabbed her and put something against her face.
Tanya
was laying on a couch in a rather nicely decorated condominium when she
opened her eyes. She stood up. "I must be dreaming," she muttered to
herself. The voice that came out of her mouth told her she wasn't.
She
looked in the bathroom, which was decorated in pastel pink. There were
towels and other essentials. The bathtub also had a shower nozzle. It
looked nice enough.
She walked into a bedroom,
which looked like the guest bedroom. It had a nice bed and a dresser. 'I
wonder how much this place costs," she muttered to herself?
She
went into the master bedroom. There was a big queen size bed. The pinks
were brighter. The bed had nice sheets on it that looked comfortable.
There was a makeup desk with a full-length mirror and lights above it.
"Oh that's right," she said to herself. "I've got to learn how to do
makeup."
She opened the closet door to find
that it was a walk in. They weren't kidding when they said there were
clothes. There were dresses, skirt outfits, pant suits and plenty of
lingerie to relax in. There were also rows of shoes of many types. "Oh
my God," she said, feeling a tingle. The idea of dressing up in these
clothes appealed to her body at least. She was still getting used to the
thought.
There was a bathroom with a very nice
sauna tub that could be used for a shower. Various hygiene products
were there along with lotions and that kind of thing.
She
sat on the bed. Instinctively, she opened the bed stand drawer. Her
mouth opened when she saw the contents. There was lube, a couple of nice
vibrators, bigger dildos, and even a strap-on. They were butt plugs as
well.
Her body tingled, and without much
thought, she removed her clothing. She sat on the bed with a big eight
inch neon pink dildo and vibrator. The closet door opposite the bed had a
mirror, and she lowered herself on her dildo, taking it into her ass
while she begin rubbing the vibrator outside her pussy. This was intense
for Tanya.
The part in her mind that was
still Jeremy didn't understand why he would want to do this, but her
body was speaking another language. She bounced up and down on the
dildo, stretching her ass. Rubbing her clit with her vibrator, leading
to a powerful orgasm. How long she was playing with her toys, she didn't
know. She collapsed on the bed with the vibrator running in her pussy
and the dildo still in her ass.
She composed yourself. "What the hell is wrong with me?" She was a little ashamed of herself.
She
walked back into the living room and noticed some papers on the kitchen
table. There were instructions on where she needed to go to work, what
her job was and other vital information.
There
were headphones, a flash drive and a note, telling her that she could
watch the videos on the flash drive to become more comfortable with her
body.
It said hyper-sexualized body, and she stopped and pondered that for a moment. "What the hell did that mean?"
She
went back to the instructions. Two pages in, it mentioned that her body
was hyper-sexualized, supposedly by mistake. She took immense pleasure
in having sex and might have overwhelming sexual cravings. It was
written as a warning. "What kind of twisted fucks are these people," she
muttered to herself?
She had a laptop on her
makeup desk, and she put the flash drive into it and the headphones
synchronized with the laptop. There were hypnosis videos, but it was
more than that. It was like her body had been programmed to receive this
information. There was female etiquette, protocol and makeup. Images
flashed on the screen, and then there were instruction videos that she
watched intently. The content was hours long, and before she knew it, it
was time for bed.
She had the most intense
dream, being tied down and raped. It also led to her squirting herself
awake. "Oh my God," she sat up in bed. "What the hell is happening to
me?"
She did her best to get sleep, but the
morning came quickly. She took a break for a warm bubble bath and set
down at her makeup table. It was amazing how effortless doing her makeup
was. She reached for a bra and panty set. Her closet had several pant
suits, and she grabbed a blue one. She moved the contents from the purse
she had brought with her and put them into a blue purse. After checking
her makeup in the mirror again and fixing her red lipstick, she headed
out the door.
She was a
receptionist for one of the bigger office buildings in there city. It
was basic work. People came in and asked for directions, and she helped
them. There were times when she escorted people where they needed to go
as a personal touch for the company. The work wasn't too difficult and
it paid well, which she realized when she got her first check.
One
thing Tanya learned was how it was to be an attractive woman in the
city. Guys were staring at her, no matter what she wore. Even if she
wasn't dressing up fancy, they were checking out her ass or her breasts.
When she dressed up a little bit prettier, she got lewd comments. Even
the occasional woman smiled at her in such a way that she knew they were
attracted to her. She liked that idea.
At
home, her vibrators and her dildos got regular use as she couldn't seem
to get enough of that. She had started wearing a butt plug to work
sometimes, just because it helped dim her urges a little bit. It was one
day when she thought she saw a ghost. Walking up to the desk was her.
That is to say, it was Jeremy Phillips. She looked over at her
colleague, "Steve, do you mind if I step away for a moment? I need to
talk to this person."
"Go ahead, Tanya. I'll
cover for you," he smiled. Steve, like most of the guys, was very
attracted to Tanya. He thought there might even be a chance because she
talked to him during their lunch breaks.
"You," she said to Jeremy, who was smiling.
"Now don't get mad," he said as he took her hand. "Come outside with me. I'll explain everything."
The
road was busy, people were walking up and down the streets. It was a
typical weekday in the city. She stared at him, anger in her eyes. "Go
ahead, explain why you had to have me abducted."
He put his hands up and shook his head. "I didn't. The company botched this whole deal."
"Yeah right," she rolled her eyes.
"Really,"
he nodded. "Look, my wife Susan was sick. I wanted her to use the
program so we could still be together. I even made arrangements for the
body that you're in now. I was healthy, and I was willing to end that
life to be with her again if she didn't want to be my granddaughter for a
while."
"That sounds sick," Tanya said, repulsed by the idea.
"She
said the same thing," he frowned. "Playing God and all that stuff. I
told her, if I hadn't played God, we never would have met and had 50
years together. I didn't want it to end, but she said that it was
unnatural. She wanted no part of it."
"So the body that was left there for her?"
"They
were going to be disposed of it." He wiped a tear from his eye, feeling
the loss of his beloved wife. "Anyway, where it gets complicated is the
company was advised that I wasn't ending my life, although I wanted to.
The body being cloned for me was not needed. It was earmarked for
somebody else, and the genetic code they wanted was implanted into it."
*I don't like any of this," her face went red with disgust. "Playing God and manipulating things like this. It's repulsive."
"Anyway,
I had a heart attack, and I died. I was ready to end it. Three
lifetimes is enough for me without the one I love. I was ready to answer
to God for my crimes. That's what she said would happen to me," he
wiped a tear.
"Well, dragging people off the street and stealing their bodies," she snapped.
"Was
not my idea. I swear. However, I had paid for five lifetimes, so they
were prepared to honor the deal. They had nobody for me, and I'm not
interested in living life as a woman. So, they grabbed somebody off the
street, which I knew nothing about."
"Me, they grabbed me," she snapped back, wanting to wrap her hands around his throat.
"Which
I knew nothing about," he insisted. "I never would have done that. I
was ready to die, but they made the decision without my input. I wasn't
here to say anything."
"So me being a woman?"
"Not
my idea, but I have to admit I'm happy to see her again. You're the
spitting image of my wife at 20 years old. He put his hand against her
face, and she tingled at his touch. I want to kiss you."
"Please don't," she tried to resist, but he moved in, putting his lips against hers and putting his tongue in her mouth.
Something
stirred inside of Tanya at that moment, but she tried to fight it. "I'm
a woman now because of you, and my body was perfectly fine the way it
was."
"I know," he smiled. "You were in great
shape. I had a physical. And I might add, you were rather nicely endowed
down there, so thank you for that too."
She slapped him in the face. "You bastard."
"I probably deserved that, but I'd still like to get to know you, if you'd let me."
"I need to go back to work." She turned to walk back into the building.
"Coffee," he said. "Meet me for coffee."
"Why should I," she turned her head?
"Because
you're curious about what makes me tick. You want to know why all this
is happening. You want to know more about the man who has changed your
life this way."
She shook her head. "No I don't." The doorman opened the door.
"Fair enough. I'll leave now, and you'll never see me again. You'll never have the answers. You'll never..."
"Fine," she interrupted. "Coffee at the building on the corner. Noon."
"Great, I'll see you there, Tanya."
The
two sat down for coffee. Jeremy told her that his name was Gerald
Baker. In his original life, he was born in the 1800s, and the program,
as far as he knew, started back in England before the original ship's
sailed for America to colonize it. He found out about it by accident on
his deathbed.
A college friend who was
involved with the program told him about it and that his life could be
extended. His wealth could be transferred and he would start with the
advantages his life had at the moment. "How could I resist that," he
asked asked?
"I don't know," she sipped her
coffee. "No would have been a good answer. I mean, why play God? There
is something better on the other side for us anyway."
"That's
what my wife said, and I understand now. I wouldn't have taken this
life if I could have stopped them, and you'd still be living your normal
life, I promise you." He reached down and grabbed Tanya's hand.
"Yeah,
I bet you're just trying to say that to get closer to me," she shifted
in her chair, feeling her panties getting wet from arousal.
"Not
at all," he lifted her hand up to kiss it. "I didn't want this, but
it's happening. And the least I can do is help give you a better life."
"I've
got a decent life for what it is," she responded flippantly. "The job
pays well. You set me up in a nice condo, money in the bank if I want to
make a big change in my life."
He squeezed
her hand. "Yeah, but are you happy? I mean, truly happy? Do you want to
work the rest of your life? Wouldn't you rather see the world? I can
make that happen."
"So you are coming on to me," she eyed him suspiciously?
"Maybe,
but there's something about you I like. Something about your spirit. I
don't deny that the fact that you look like my wife helps, but I'd like
to get to know you better. I'd like to go on a date with you."
"You just want to fuck me," she said. "That's all there is to it."
"There
is that," he replied. "I would definitely like to have sex with you.
Over," he kiss her hand, "and over again." He kissed her hand again.
"If all you want to do is get your rocks off, we can go into the bathroom stall and do it."
"I'm game if you're game," he said with a smile.
Her mouth flew open. "You're serious?"
"Yeah,"
he grinned. "My wife was an amazing lover, but she didn't want to do
anything like that. I'd love to have the experience. Besides, you're the
one who suggested it."
She shifted uncomfortably in her seat, her moistening pussy betraying her. She wanted it.
"I
know you're thinking about it," he smiled. "My wife would think about
it too, but she'd never do something like this. Will you?"
She stood up and walked towards the bathroom, looking back at him.
She
entered the ladies room, looking to see if anybody was in any of the
stalls. They were empty. He came through the door. "Lock it behind you,"
she said.
"I'm afraid this can only be a
quickie," she said. "If it's locked too long, somebody will complain and
we might get in trouble."
"That's the risk we
take," he said as he removed his pants, revealing his hard seven inch
cock. She removed her blue panties. The two embraced in a kiss.
"You're
so beautiful," he said as he put his hand up her skirt, bringing up his
other hand and unsnapping her bra. He began fondling her breasts as
they kissed.
"You move fast," she said as she reached down between his legs.
He felt her squeezing his cock. "So do you."
She
got down between his legs and begin sucking him as she looked up at
him. It was a bit creepy looking into the eyes of her former body, but
all she could think about was the cock in her mouth.
When
she was satisfied that he was hard enough, she leaned over the sink and
hiked up her pencil skirt. "You're the first woman I've been with since
my wife," he said as he positioned his cock against her pussy from
behind.
"Me too," she said as she look back at
him. He leaned in for a kiss. He began thrusting gently into her at
first, but she wanted it deeper. She began pushing back and moaning. The
feelings of pleasure were intense in her body.
The
way Tanya's body talked spoke to Jeremy's. "Just like my wife," he
thought to himself as he kept trusting in, feeling the warm, wet and
tight sensation of her sweet love box. He lasted as long as he could,
which might have been 10 minutes. It might have been a good thing as
somebody had already tried to open the door and it was locked.
With a grunt and a moan, he exploded inside of her pussy with his bare cock, filling her with his seed.
The two kissed and embraced. "I want to see you again," he said.
"My place tonight," she replied. "I have a feeling you know where that is."
"I do," he kissed her as they both got dressed. "I'll see you there tonight at 8?"
"8 is fine," she replied with a smile. "7 would be better."
"7 it is." He turned and walked out the door as she watched him.
Inside
of her, the part that was Jeremy was seething. "How could you give in
to that. What's wrong with you?" He was mad at himself, but his body
betrayed him. His body felt the desire.
The
two might have talked for an hour after Jeremy got to her place. They
found that they had a few things in common and looked at life in a
similar way. The rest of the time was spent having hot, steamy sex
between the sheets. Nothing was off-limits to Jeremy, who had a
voracious sexual appetite. He made use of all three of her holes, and
they slept together.
This became a common theme
during the rest of the week. Sex in various positions, and Tanya loved
every minute of it as much as Jeremy did. What she wasn't expecting was
the news she would get a few weeks later. She was pregnant.
Being
from the older generation, Jeremy seized on the opportunity to propose
marriage to her. "You don't have to give up your life. You can work, do
whatever you want. But, I would like you to be my wife and have my
babies."
"What makes you think I want to have your babies?"
"I just know that you do. Will you marry me and become Mrs Tanya Phillips?"
"You realize that I'm having my own baby," she eyed him skeptically?"
"Don't
overthink it." He kissed her. "In another manner of speaking, you are
continuing your family line. Your old body will be the daddy, and you'll
be the mommy. He rubbed her belly. I look forward to every minute of
it."
"Did your wife have kids?"
He shook his head. "No, she couldn't. I always wanted to, and I guess I like the idea of being the father of your children."
"You really want to be with me for the rest of my life?"
"I do. I think we can have a lot of fun together and make wonderful memories, and our kids will want for nothing."
She wrapped her arms around him. "Then yes, I'll marry you."
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