About two weeks ago, my best friend Steve took a vacation down to what he said was supposed to be a very 'exotic and erotic' hotel. He told me that he heard things were done down there that couldn't even be imagined anywhere else. That was two weeks ago. He just got back today.
"Hey buddy!" a very relaxed Steve greets me upon seeing me. "Man, that place was awesome! I would highly recommend it! You haven't seen anything like it!"
"Oh yeah? What did you do down there?" I ask him, looking for details.
"Man - you wouldn't believe me if I told you. Let me just tell you this - if I were you, I would definitely try it out, at least once! If you want to try it, let me know, and I'll set you up with them. The ladies down there are very... nice..."
"Ladies, eh? Maybe I should hear you out," I answer, trying to remember when I even talked to a lady, let alone went on a date with one. Thus was the life of a computer programmer, alone with few prospects.
"Trust me, you won't be disappointed." he replies, handing me a card. Looking at him and then at the card, I take it from him quickly. "Just tell them that Steve recommended the place. They'll know who you mean, and then I'll get a discount the next time I go!"
"You mean you are going to go again?" I ask, a little surprised. Steve was the kind of guy who liked to try everything at least once, and only rarely did he do things twice. Bungee jumping, skydiving, white water rafting - if you can name it, he's tried it, but no more than once a piece.
"I sure am, as soon as I can get more work off. I mean, for the money, there is no better way to spend your time! I'd go again next week if I could afford it! But let me tell you, buddy, if you aren't planning on staying at least a week, it isn't worth it! It takes a little time to adjust to the... atmosphere of the place, before you are fully comfortable with the situation."
"What do you mean?" I ask him, a little perplexed.
"Well... maybe you will adjust more rapidly, but it took me three days before I would even leave my room. Everywhere there were beautiful women, and I sort of felt... well... I don't know - I guess a little out of place or something... but once you get comfortable, it is well worth it!"
This left me a little confused. Steve was one of the most confident men I knew when it came to women. If it took him three days to even feel adequate enough to even leave his room, it would take me at least a week. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea.
"Dude, how am I supposed to feel if you took three days? I'll need like a month or so!"
"Don't worry about it dude! I was really flipping out in my room... I don't know why... they are very friendly and will bring you along slowly! At least give it some thought!" he insists.
"Well... I haven't taken a vacation in over three years... and I do pull enough overtime to take a couple days off... maybe I will check this place out." I reply, trying not to sound too excited.
"It'll do you good. And remember, just tell them Steve sent you," he answers, a smile across his face.
Later that afternoon, as I was typing away in my little cubicle, my boss, Andrew Wallace comes to talk to me.
"Larry? Is it true? You've been with this company for four years, and now you want a vacation? Don't you know we are set to release the new version of ..." he starts, trying to convince me not to go.
"Andrew - listen! I have worked my ass off for this company. If it wasn't for me, we wouldn't even have a product. Now I know we are at a critical time in production, but I have closed off all of my responsibilities and I know the rest of the team can pick up the rest. I haven't taken a vacation since I started here, and I've worked enough overtime to more than make up for the two weeks I am taking off... now if you would prefer to pay me for all of the overtime I've accumulated over the past three and a half years, I'll take it... but I am also entitled to more than two weeks off, so either way, I win..."
"Umm... okay, Larry.. I just thought I should give it a try... I know you need a vacation! So where are you going? Hawaii? The Bahamas? Europe?" he asks, averting the topic of my overtime pay.
"Actually, I am going to the Lucky Lady. Steve told me it was a great place to relax and have fun. Ever heard of it?" I ask him, looking for more details on the place I planned on spending my next two weeks.
"The Lucky Lady? I've heard of the casino in Vegas called that... supposedly it is biased in its winnings... apparently, only women have ever won the really big prizes, but investigations have been done, and it's not fixed... it's pretty weird, but I guess sooner or later, a guy has to win... as far as a resort goes, never heard of it..."
"Hmm... that is kind of strange... but I don't think there is any correlation between the casino and the resort... their on opposite ends of the map... just a weird coincidence in names then... I just hope that I can make some of those ladies lucky, if you know what I mean?" I say with a smile.
"What do you mean?" he answers, confused.
"I mean, I hope I get lucky with some of those fine ladies up at the resort," I answer, speaking slowly so that he will understand me.
"What do you mean?" he asks again, this time just to get under my skin.
"Get out of my cubicle!" I demand, not having time for his games. "If you expect this new feature to be implemented, I suggest you give me time to work. I'm flying out Friday afternoon, and if you haven't noticed, today is Thursday."
"Okay, okay... I'll let you work. Please leave a progress report with me before you leave tomorrow," he says as he walks back to his office.
Once Andrew is gone, Steve's head pokes up above the cubicle wall dividing my space from his.
"I heard what you said to Larry! You got balls, man. He usually doesn't take such things from people!" Steve says, pride in his voice.
"Yeah, but I think he knows how important I am to this company. I started here a year before he did, and if it wasn't for me, he'd have been fired long ago. I am holding his team together, and without me, he'd be lost!" I answer, telling it like it is.
"True, true," Steve agrees. "Well dude - you fly out tomorrow, eh? I just know you will have a good time!"
"Thanks man, but I really got to get to work. How about we talk about this after work?"
"Actually, I have a date with someone I met up at the resort. But I will definitely see you tomorrow. I'm taking off now, so I can pick up some flowers, and prepare a nice meal for Charlene, the girl I met. Good luck with your feature, buddy!" he says, packing up and leaving.
Working away late into the evening, I hardly notice as it gets dark outside. Around 9:30, I finish all the programming I had to do, and leave work to head home. Once I get home, I turn on the television for background noise, and immediately log into my computer to check my email. As with the real mail, the only email I get is junk mail.
Fixing a couple of sandwiches to eat, I park my butt on the couch and watch some old reruns on the tube. As time passes, I end up falling asleep on the couch, only to awaken at 2:30 in the morning to see a test pattern on the tv. Moving to the bedroom, I lay down and sleep the rest of the night away.
Awakening to the sound of my alarm, I bolt up and turn it off. 8:30, and I still haven't even packed. Routine is sometimes a good thing and sometimes a bad thing. Last night it was a bad thing, as I fell into it, and forgot that I was leaving today, so I had to scramble and pack any clean laundry I could find into a bag. Well, I at least filled a carry-on bag, which was more than I expected, as I hadn't done laundry in over two weeks.
Arriving late at work, I explained how I had to pack, and again, because of my importance in the company, all was forgiven. I sat in my cubicle and typed away absentmindedly, watching the clock more than my code. As lunchtime rolled around, Steve came in to talk.
"Hey buddy, are you ready for some fun?" he asks excitedly.
"I sure am - this morning has just been crawling along. Only two more hours and I will be at the airport, and thirty minutes after that I'll be on a plane!" I say, sharing in his excitement. "Hey - how was your date last night with Charlene?"
"Not so great... I was expecting one kind of woman, and she wasn't it... I don't think I was what she expected either... so my only advice to you - enjoy it while you're there, for it may not come around again!"
"Really? That sucks. But look on the bright side - at least you had your week with her!" I say, trying to cheer him up.
"Not just her, my friend, not just her," he answers back coyly. "Now why don't you head down to the airport - traffic at this time is brutal, so you should leave soon. You do not want to miss your flight!"
"Okay man. I don't got anything much left to do anyways. Maybe I will kick off early today," I say, grabbing my jacket and my keys. "Make sure things don't fall apart too much while I'm gone!"
"Just be sure to have a good time! And don't worry about the office- I'll have things under control!"
"And what? Is that supposed to make me feel better? or worse?" I snap back.
"Funny - now get out of here!" he says, pushing me towards the elevator.
With that, I leave the office and head for the parking garage. My car is already packed up with my one suitcase containing a couple days worth of clothes, a toothbrush, and a laptop, just in case I need to dial into work. You never know what could happen on a vacation!
The drive to the airport is long and arduous, and finding airport parking is tedious and expensive, but after all is said and done, I still made it on time for my flight. Good thing Steve insisted I leave so early! Boarding the flight, and taking my seat, I sit back with the radio on, ready to enjoy my vacation. Thoughts of code and computers faded, and were replaced by thoughts of beautiful women in bikinis. It should be fun!
Hours later, a stewardess awakens me from my slumber. I must have fallen asleep on the plane, but apparently we have arrived at the location. I have to switch to a smaller charter aircraft to take me the rest of the way to the resort, but that is no trouble as it is waiting on the runway for me, and two other guys headed to the same place.
As I board the small plane, I notice the other two are also businessmen, as they both have cell phones on their hips, and they are both carrying laptops. I guess this resort is targeting the more well-off single males. After talking to them for awhile, I discover that they both are also in the computer field, Ian is a manager at another company, and Mark is actually a CEO of a startup. Upon revealing who I was, and what it was that I did, I was immediately tendered two separate offers, both of which were tempting, but both were turned down.
Two hours after we have taken off, we arrive at what can only be described as a cornfield runway leading up to an old log cabin. I can't say as I was impressed with the look of the place, and I am hoping that Steve wasn't just pulling my chain. I'm going to be spending my next two weeks here, it had better be good!
Grabbing my bags from the plane, I head towards the cabin ahead of the other two men. As I near, a gorgeous blonde comes rushing out to greet us.
"Welcome to the Lucky Lady, where all men are welcome and all ladies are lucky!" she says with a smile. "I hope your flight was enjoyable! Now if you gentlemen will follow me, we'll get down to business."
Unsure as to what she meant, we followed her into an office as three other beautiful women took our bags to our rooms. I'll say one thing - what the place is lacking in appearance, it sure makes up for in atmosphere! Maybe this wouldn't be such a bust after all!
"So you gentlemen were each recommended this place by previous visitors, I see. And what did they tell you about this place that made you all come?" she asks, looking at each of us individually.
"Umm... well Steve, the guy who told me about this place, told me it was a fun place. Said the atmosphere was real nice, and the people were cool! I gotta tell you, so far, I have to agree with him!" I answer.
"That's good. I'm glad you like it here. And you? What did your recommendation say?" the blonde answers, turning to Ian.
"Well, ma'am. Let me tell you. From what I hear, this is the place to come to get away from the job for a while. I've only got one weeks vacation and Jimmy told me that this is probably the best place to spend it. Now Jimmy is a dear friend, and I'd trust him with my life, so I took his advice and here I am!" answers Ian.
"Excellent. And last but not least?"
"Todd told me that if I want to spend my time in a place where people wouldn't recognize me, this is the place to come. So I'm here." Mark says, matter-of-factly.
"Perfect," replies the blonde bombshell. "Now I want the three of you to sign an agreement stating that you will not divulge our secrecy..."
"What secrecy?" Ian interrupts.
"That's a secret... but listen closely for you will find out soon enough. We have spent a lot of money trying to make this place as exclusive and discrete as possible. You can only tell two people after you have left where you were, and you cannot tell them any details of your trip. If you liked it, feel free to tell them you had a good time, but do not get into the details. We like to keep an air of mystery about us, for I think it attracts people more than detracts. Any questions?"
"So you just want us to basically keep our mouths shut about this place? Are you sure? That can't be good for business!" Mark asks, puzzled.
"Business is about what we can handle right now. If we start advertising and spreading word of mouth, we will grow faster than we can bear, and the whole idea of the Lucky Lady will be lost. Now if you gentlemen will agree to it, I'd like you to sign this contract agreeing to what we just discussed."
Suspiciously, Mark and Ian both pore over the three page contract, looking for loopholes and any undiscussed terms. Upon their approval and signature, I give it a quick glance and don't see anything out of the ordinary, so I sign it also.
"Excellent! Now gentlemen, I will show you to your rooms. I'm sure you want to freshen up a bit before dinner." says the blonde as she leads us to our rooms. Ian was in room 106, Mark in room 108, and I was in room 110.
Entering my room, I notice a faint smell of perfume, probably from the last tenant or the maid. The room itself was very small, nothing more than a bed, a bathroom, and a closet. Not exactly what I would call worth the money I had to shell out, but if Steve was telling me the truth, it would all be worth it later. I wonder if Steve had to sign that contract to. If so, what didn't he tell me?
Feeling a little groggy from the traveling, I decide to take a nap. Lying on the soft mattress of the bed, I doze off in seconds. My dreams were a little stranger than usual, this time I was being chased by a mob of women, not at all a bad thing, only before I could let them catch me, someone woke me up.
"Wake up sir, it's almost dinner time!" I hear someone pounding on the door outside.
"Who is it? Why are you waking me? I can go to dinner whenever I choose! I am on vacation!" I snap back, a little annoyed that someone would wake me. Opening the door I see another beauty standing in front of me.
"I'm sorry sir, but dinner is a shared activity. We all eat at the same time in order for us to better get to know one another. Now please take a shower, and I will pick out something proper for you to wear tonight." she says, pushing me back into my room.
"Now hold on just a second here! I can choose my own clothes, thank you very much, and I don't think I am going to shower. I think I look all right just the way I am."
"Yes sir, you look fine right now. But the ladies tonight will not agree with me, for they expect their men to be properly attired. Now please sir, take a shower. The flight has made you a little rank - you may not notice it, but that is because it is mostly masked by my perfume I sprinkled in your room earlier."
"That was you? Okay... fine... I'll take a shower!" I say, a little surprised by the forcefulness of this little blonde knockout, but a little turned on as well. "Maybe you'd like to join me in a shower?" I say bravely, figuring I had nothing to lose and everything to gain with my pointed question.
"Yes sir, if that's what you'd like! You go warm it up, and I'll be there shortly." she answers with a wince, something I pick up on right away.
"NO - I'm only joking! Funny! Ha ha! I don't want to force you into anything you don't want to do," I say, trying to comfort the woman who was willing to take a shower with me, despite what she might want to do.
"Okay sir, it's totally up to you! I will prepare here for when you have finished." she answers. I wonder what she means by that, but not wanting to think too hard about it, I head into the bathroom to take my shower.
The bathroom again smells faintly of perfume, and it seems to be more geared towards a feminine customer, as opposed to the rough and tumble log cabin appearance of the place. I can't complain, however, as I had a beautiful woman waiting outside, to fulfill my every desire.
Turning on the water, I step into the shower, only to find it a little cold. Playing with the shower handles, I get the right temperature, and start to wash up. The soap that is supplied by the hotel smells of that perfume that is ever present in my room. I guess that's why it smells that way. Lathering up, I rubbed the soap all over my body. For whatever reason, my skin feels much softer than I remember, and I seem to have less body hair. It must just be the perfume making me paranoid.
Stepping out of the shower, I look in the mirror and notice that my hair seems longer than it once was. I hadn't had my hair cut in weeks, and I guess it is about time I did. I should have gotten it cut before I came - I hope this doesn't hurt my chances with the ladies!
After toweling off, I realize I have no clothes in the bathroom. Grabbing the hotel robe that is hanging on the door, I wrap it around me and move back into the main area of the room. The blonde girl is there, waiting on the bed with some massage oil.
"Are you ready for you treatment, sir?" she asks, rubbing the oil on her hands in preparation.
"Umm... I thought it was time for dinner?" I ask her, wondering where my clothes had gotten to.
"Not yet. You still seem too tense. Allow me to massage you to relax your weary body. After that, we will move to the dining room where we can eat." she answers.
"I don't know... I'm pretty hungry... how about after dinner we come back and you can massage me then?" I ask, for it we did this now, we'd have to leave pretty quickly to catch dinner. After dinner we'd have all night!
"Please sir, it is my job to ensure you have a good time here. If you allow me to massage you now, I will come back and offer other services after dinner. You still look too tense right now, and my boss will recognize this and I will be the one reprimanded for it." she pleads. Now I don't know about you, but when a beautiful woman pleads with me, I rarely can say no.
As I lay on the bed in anticipation, she turns me over onto my stomach and starts massaging my back. Her hands were pure magic, releasing any and all tension in my muscles. I close my eyes and I think I fell asleep as she worked away.
Awakening to the sounds of a woman moaning, I can't help but wonder who is with me, and what time it is.
"Oh, sir, I see you have awoken. I meant to let you sleep until dinner, but now we have time to dress you." the blonde says.
"Who else is in here?" I ask, clearing my throat as it is quite parched.
"But it is just you and I, sir," she answers, fetching me some water for my hoarse voice.
"Then who was it I heard moaning?" I ask, again clearing my throat, as my voice didn't quite sound right.
"Why, sir, that was you. I thought, perhaps, you were having a very good dream!" she giggles.
"Me? Preposterous! Why it was a woman's moan I heard!" I answer, suddenly realizing that my voice seems to have changed for reasons other than a scratchy throat. I also notice my hair is now long and falling into my face. Looking down I see two large breasts protruding from my once flat chest! My legs are long and slender, hairless all the way down to my tiny feet. My hands are small and feminine, as are my wrists and arms. My stomach is flat, dare I look? I have to - my manhood is gone! I am a woman!