“What’s next on the agenda?  Have we moved in Everyone’s stuff?  Who wants to help Bert get comfy?” I announced, “Bert where’s all your stuff at?  We’ll all pitch in to get you situated.”

“I have a pallet with some stuff out by the guards and some things down on the loading dock,” Bert replied, “I don’t think it will take much help I don’t have much, just some clothes and knick knacks.”

“What?  No refrigerators, TVs, or beds?” I teased her.

“You are a little shit, aren’t you?  Diane already told me not to bother with anything like that.  That I couldn’t afford the kind of stuff that is, already provided anyway.  So do you want to try pulling on the other one?” she turned around and offered me her other leg.

I giggled and hugged her leg and stroked it gently, “I was afraid you would never offer.”

“Oh my,” Bert said, fanning at her face trying to quench her building inner desires, “Let’s continue this conversation in about an hour, Okay?”

“It’s a date, oh, may I bring a friend?” I asked and winked at Sally.

“By all means,” she answered.

As the work party left Sally stopped, hugged me again, and kissed me, “I love you so much.  Thank you, I really missed her.”

“I wish you had mentioned it sooner.  I don’t want any of my angels to feel they have lost the most important thing in their lives, just to be with our family.  If you know of anyone else, who is hurting, you will tell me, won’t you?  Or if you think it best, convince any of the others that I will do everything in my very limited powers to rectify the situation.”  I moved in conspiratorially, “Don’t tell anyone, but I have an ‘in’ with management.”

She giggled and squeezed me, “I think you both have innies now, we’ll talk later.”  With that, she jetted after the ‘work party’.

I dressed quickly and then walked over to one of the computer glasses/wrist band sets, put them on and typed myself a note to improve the communication system so that when I felt the need I would be able to contact Diane whatever she was doing.  I then clicked an image from Friday harbor, in Washington, to the screen and several other views fed us from that local.  On one screen, I accessed the CCD system to see where everyone had gone.  Most of them were at the loading dock.  Excellent, I would have time to hack into the mainframe and pull up some more personnel files, I wish that Sally’s file had been one of the ones I’d already snagged, maybe this time I’d grab it.  I also wanted to get Kellie’s file.  Something about her had been nagging at me since this all started.  I got them both, just as I heard Molly and Sue pushing a pallet down the hallway.  I logged off my account and switched the screen to an aquarium view.

I sauntered into Sophie’s room and checked to see if she had fallen asleep.  She had so I switched off Barney and turned on the bouncy ball view.  At least that was on a higher intellectual level than Barney.

I went over to her and stroked her little head, “I love you pretty Sophie.”

Even though she was sleeping, she smiled brightly.

I took out my little remote Diane had made to stimulate certain neural circuits, to aide in her reprogramming.  I switched one button on, and dialed it onto a moderately low setting.  I knew that right now, in her sleep, Sophie would be experiencing the feeling of a slow delicate tongue fucking I set the timer for 60 minutes, that should be long enough so she would experience 30 or so screamingly intense orgasms.

Her face was beginning to flush, so I knew it was working.  Next I started a closed loop recording of my voice saying, “You are my sweet Sophie, What a beautiful baby girl you are Sophie, I love you so much Sophie, you love everyone don’t you Sophie, we all love Sophie, Etc.”

That accomplished I went out to help Bertha settle in.  When they pushed the pallet into her new abode, we began unloading it but when we were less than halfway finished she stopped us, “The rest goes into Sally’s room.  I thought she might want it.”

I couldn’t help it, these darn hormones.  Tears began running down my face.

Sally shot over to hug me, “Don’t cry sweetheart it’s alright now I didn’t miss those things.”

“But because of me, you two were separated for so long.  I’m so sorry,” I balled.

Bertha came over and hugged me with Sally, “I see why you just couldn’t leave her, Sally.”

“You don’t know the half of it,” Sally told her.  She caught one of my tears on her finger and then stuck her finger in Bertha’s mouth.

“That tastes incredible.  Tears aren’t supposed to be sweet are they?” Bert asked.

“Now you’re catching on.  Do you feel better yet De Anne?” Sally queried.

“I just know how hard it was for me to be without Diane as long as I was, I don’t want to be the reason for anyone going through that kind of pain,” I recalled.

“Well everything is better now, nothing to cry about,” she assured me.

Bert snapped me up and carried me to the bed, “You look like you need some major consoling, come on Sally, it’s a dirty job but we get to do it.”

I only had managed pantyhose, jeans, a tube top, and bra.  So the top disappeared quickly, but when Bert saw my bra her jaw dropped, “That is the nicest brassiere I have ever seen.  What brand is it?”

Sally laughed outright, “It’s a Paulyne.”

“That, I dare say, is a brand I haven’t heard of.  Is it foreign?” she asked.

“Nope, custom made and custom fitted in Las Vegas, Nevada,” she bragged, while I blushed.

“Custom, wow it’s incredible.  Why custom?” she asked.

“Nobody makes a good 30 M bra,” Sally told her.

“I’m going to love stripping it off of this luscious little dear,” she told Sally.  Of course by this time Bert had stroked my breasts and body enough I had completely lost the power of speech.

“Oh look at that sweet face, now that’s ecstasy.  I’m getting so hot just seeing her… shit,” as her left hand probed her own genitalia.

“Let’s get these jeans off her,” she said and then realized that she had an army of help.

“What is that delicious smell?” Bert asked.

Sally didn’t say a word she just pointed to my cunt.

Bertha leaned in closer to verify what she was told, and lost it.  Her head flew into my crotch and tongue fucked me to orgasm after orgasm.  During my third orgasm, I could feel her screaming out her ecstasy into my vagina.

When I came back to myself, we were all cuddling.  Spooned onto me Bertha noticed I was once again among the living, “I am never leaving here,” she proclaimed.  “You are the most delicious girl ever.”

I felt her poke a finger gently into my snatch, and then sticking into her mouth, she moaned.

“C…  C…  Could you leave it in me for a while?  It feels so good to be filled up,” I moaned back.

“Oh, poor baby.  Never been filled for long have you honey?” she half stated half asked.

I could only moan, her having all ready stuffed me full of finger.

“I see you are getting acquainted with our new family member, hey Dean?” Diane broke in.

“Mmmm hmmm,” I moaned back.

“Bertha, are you happy you decided to join the family?” Diane asked her.

I heard her tear up she replied, “There is no way I can thank you enough, just please, please never wake me from this dream.”

“I’ll take that as a yes,” Diane answered, “De Anne, I love you so much, I love our family so much, I’ve been worried this was a dream, too.”

She crawled in next to me and gave me a hug, “Do you think you can give me a hand in the lab tomorrow?”

“Into the inner-sanctum?  Batman and Robin leave you in the lurch?” I teased her.

“More like James Bond actually.  But that’s a story for tomorrow,” she had my curiosity piqued.  “Right now I want you to come with me into my room.”

“What’s up?  You planning to ravish me in private?” I asked.

“Now why didn’t I think of that?  Actually it’s a doctor thing, so come with me missy,” she took my hand and escorted me to her rooms.  Of course, she did snag Millie on the way, “Millie, I’ll be needing a nurse, and your special talents might come in handy.”

They boosted me up onto the exam table that Diane had special ordered for her room only.  Then the dreaded stirrups were, brought out, and positioned.  They placed my legs in those contraptions, I was getting nervous, I’d only had one exam before, but I’ve heard lots of women complaining about these things.

Millie was rubbing my tummy and quietly humming a lullaby.  Damn that lady was better than Valium.

Now something happened that would never happen at a normal doctors office.  Instead of using KY jelly, Diane licked my clit twice.  She took her tool out of a little warming drawer, and slowly worked it into my vagina, partway in I guess she felt she need more lubrication, because I felt her tongue tickle my clit again.  Once in far enough she said, “This is going to feel a bit uncomfortable De Anne, but I’ll do it slowly, though it will make it easier on both of us if you relax all your vaginal muscles, so when I open this up you won’t be fighting me, ready?”

“Okay,” I said in an incredibly weak and tiny frightened voice.  I even scared myself sounding like that.

“Everything is all right sweetheart,” Millie cooed as she rubbed.

Diane broke the tension, “Wow, there’s a ship wreck in here.  Millie come and look.”

I had to giggle.

“That’s better, now you probably won’t feel this much but I’m going to take a swab and catch some of the tissue from the walls of your uterus, here I go,” she explained.

I felt a kind of pulling sensation inside me.

“Uh, oh!  Well actually it’s sort of a relief, I was getting worried that’s why I was doing this exam,” Diane rambled.

“What’s a relief?” I asked frantically.

“Well my dearest, it seems as though you are just starting your first period,” she told me.

I’m certain you could have used my eyes for dinner plates.

Millie hugged me, “Relax De Anne, most of us ladies are frightened the first time, but think of it this way, it’s a sign that you’ve become a mature woman.”

As comforting as I’m sure, she thought that was, I still fainted.

When I came around, I found myself on Diane’s bed with a worried looking Millie hovering over me, and Diane holding me.

“Do you feel better?” Diane asked.

“Yes, I think I almost had a handle on it, but the mature woman thing was too much.  I mean intellectually I have known, for almost a month, I’m a woman, but, this…” I said.

“My poor darling.  I’m so proud of you.  To tell the truth, I expected a whole lot worse reaction from you, than I have gotten.  One faint?  Pshaw,” she comforted me.

“I’m sorry, I’m acting like a sissy,” I apologized.

Diane cracked up, “De Anne.  It’s okay to act like a sissy, I’ll get you a mirror if I have to, but believe me honey you are a sissy now.”

“This is just going to ruin my tough guy image you know,” I told her.

Millie looked relieved, Diane laughed at me, and a chorus of snickering came from just outside of the sliding partition, which was half open, that sectioned Diane’s room off from the rest of house.

“Something feels uncomfortable, did you leave the speculum in me?” I asked her.

“No sweetness, you have a tampon.  No, don’t you faint on me again,” apparently all the blood drained out of my face, “This will be a little less messy for you, and Millie has promised to aide you when you need to change it.  Welcome to womanhood.  The upside my dear, if you want to call it that, is you are a fertile woman.  If you want a baby, we can either arrange an artificial insemination, or some kind of tryst if you prefer.”

Millie jumped in, “Knock it off Diane.  That’s enough.  She’s had a tough morning and this kind of stuff can wait.”

“Sorry, I’m just so thrilled,” Diane, told me.  She hugged me and said, “Time to get up lazy bones, a period is no excuse for staying in bed.  Let’s all go make dinner.  But first we need to throw some clothes on you.”

Next thing I knew I was wearing white cotton panties, bobby socks, a plaid skirt, and a white silk blouse with a funny black silk tie.

“There, you’re perfect,” Kellie pronounced as she finished by snapping my tie together, about a foot out from my chest, where the blouse came together, obviously displaying a stupendous amount of cleavage.

I ran my little hand up and down my soft and alluring cleft of boobs.  It made me shudder it felt so good.

Kellie, admonished me, “Stop that.  You’ll have everybody writhing in a big orgy and we’ll all starve to death.”

“If you saw an acre of tits in front of your face, you’d have to touch it too,” I offered.

“What a great idea.  Hey Diane can you give me an acre of tits too?” Kellie asked.

“No problem, are you sure you want an acre or would you settle for, like a double P cup?” she offered.

“Well De Anne what do you think?” she asked hands underneath her C cup breasts holding them up for my inspection, “How would double P cup hooters look on me?”

“There must still be plenty of male left in my mind, because my panties would be soaked if not for this tampon.  Of course you might want to start out a little less drastic,” I admitted.

“Well, we can discuss it more after we eat,” she proposed.

Everyone commented on my dress and how pretty I was.  Damn it was weird, but I liked it.

We all went into the kitchen and communally fixed a delicious dinner.

I was always very thirsty so I drank down about a half gallon of water, and strange for me, I seemed drawn to the most fatty foods we had prepared.  I asked Diane about that.

“That shouldn’t be strange to you sweetie, the drugs you have been taking to make you lactate should be a clue, milk is being produced in copious quantities by your mammaries.  You need the fat for the milk you are making.  The fluid, between the milk and the extreme amount of vaginal fluids your alluring nymphomaniac little body is producing, you really must remember to drink plenty of water.  If you are going to continue to provide everyone with plenty of your delicious pussy juice,” she giggled and kissed me, “and I for one really, really want you to cum as much as is humanly possible.”

“I’ll do my best,” I promised.

We all got up and cleaned off the dishes placing them in the robotic dishwasher and clean glass and dish-storing machine.  Most everyone broke up and disappeared into their individual rooms.

Diane pulled me aside and told me, “Since this is your first time ‘on the rag’ we will put off indoctrinating you to the new job, until you finish.”

“I feel alright.  I can work,” I protested.

“You can’t, I won’t let you.  Therefore, you finish setting up our happy home.  You should be done in three more days.  I made sure you would have fast and easy periods, but you still have them, little lady,” she sounded so firm I didn’t want to argue.

Therefore, I did as she told me, on the third day, Sally pulled me aside inviting me into her rooms, and she actually closed the slider.

“De Anne, I’m worried about Kellie,” she started.

“I figured you had something on your mind from earlier, what’s up?” I put to her.

“I don’t know if you are aware of it, and I’ve been afraid to tell you because it will probably hurt you terribly but, Kellie is married.  Torn, between how much she loves you, and how much she loves her husband.  I know she hasn’t even called him in a week.  I am really confused about what to do.  I don’t think he could live amongst a bunch of lesbians, especially with the amount of attention Kellie will want to give you, I don’t think his libido could take it,” she informed me.

“Oh dear lord!” I exclaimed, “We have to do something.”  I hugged, Sally tightly, “Thank you so much for telling me.  I was getting worried about Kellie too, but I couldn’t put my finger on exactly what the problem might be.  When we all work together, we can solve any problem, but if someone hides her pain from us, we can’t help.”

“Let’s go snag Diane and Kellie.  We need to sort this out right now,” I pronounced in my princess’s royal way.

She wasn’t quite ready to leave I guess because she picked me up and hugged me, “I love you so much sweetheart,” and she carried me out of her room to fetch the others.

We met in Kellie’s rooms, “Kellie, I’m sorry that I didn’t remember, my head was still pretty fuzzy back then, and luckily Sally here reminded me that you have a husband.  That is right isn’t it?”

“She started crying, “Yes.”

I held her as best as a little girl could, she made it easier for me by kneeling and letting me comfort her.  While I held her I spoke over my shoulder, “Diane, this isn’t right.”

“I…  I…” she slumped into a chair with her hands covering her face, “I’ve been trying to think of a way to fix this for weeks, and… and…  I…”

“Kellie, you love your husband very much don’t you?” I asked.

“Ye…  [Hic]  Ye…  [Hic]  Yes!” she answered.

“He loves you very much too, yes.”

“Yes.”

“What does he do for a living?” I asked.

“He’s a Psychologist,” was her answer.

“Diane, you know, we could use a real psychologist couldn’t we?”

“Yes, but…” she left it hanging.

Sally chimed in, “We already discussed it De Anne, remember the libido thing?”

I ignored them, “Kellie, how liberal thinking is your husband?  I mean as I recall he didn’t mind too much about you having a lesbian liaison, right?”

“He’s more liberal thinking than I am, hell he’s even a cross dresser,” she supplied.

Diane squealed, “Perfect.  Sweetheart you have a diamond-like mind.”

I ignored that too, “Kellie can you get him to come and visit?  We need to put a proposal to him.”

“S…  Sure, I think so, why?” she wasn’t completely sure where we were going, but she suspected.

“We can’t tell him until he gets here of course, ‘TOP SECRET’ stuff you know, but how would you like to have him living here with us?” I proposed.

“With all these women?  He’d go insane,” she was worried for him.

“Not if he were a member of the creased crotch club himself, he wouldn’t,” I reassured her, “Not to mention he’d get to dress in the prettiest clothes, without having that unsightly bulge in the way.”

“Could we?  Can we Diane?” she asked hopefully.

“In a heartbeat!  If he agrees it will take a tremendous weight off of my shoulders, I’ve dreaded this coming for so long,” Diane admitted.

“Feel better you three?” I asked them.

Kellie laid the best kiss on me that she had ever done.  I fainted in orgasm, of course, but I love fainting like that.  I’m also glad I wasn’t awake for the mess I heard I made, apparently, Tampax can only take so much and sploosh.  Enough said?

Luckily, that was at the very end of my period.

I awoke in a giant pile of lovelies all dressed in sexy baby dolls, I had dreams like this when I was a teenager, and of course, I wasn’t wearing a Baby Doll too in those dreams.

My huge boobs hurt, they were so full of milk, and I discovered I still had a string hanging out of my pussy.  After Diane’s educational lecture I figured out for myself why I wasn’t peeing very often either, my fluids were being routed to much needed areas, so I only needed to pee infrequently, to carry certain wastes from my body.

I started kneading my boobs to make them feel better, Kellie saw me and said, “Let me help.”  She attached her magical lips onto my nipple and started suckling my milk.  She was definitely better at it than Sophie, what a feeling as my hot milk let down and sprayed into her wet mouth.

She said, “Mmmm.”

The vibrations created a very stimulating response, I moaned.

She switched to the other nipple and repeated her performance.

“There is that better or are you still too full?” she asked.

“I guess we better leave some for Sophie,” I acquiesced, “How does it taste?”

“Baby you put Darigold to total shame,” she told me, “your milk is thicker and sweeter than any other milk I’ve ever had, including, other mother’s milk.”

“Thanks, you sure you don’t want more, Sophie never seems to be able to drain them anyway,” I offered.

Apparently, she needed no more urging than that to get back to suckling.

I could let her do that all day and never tire of it.

The herd of Baby Dolls began to stir about this time, and I noticed a few jealous looks so I took note of which ones, resolving to make certain to give them their turn.  However, today was Kellie’s turn and she deserved it.

Diane stretched in her smokey black Baby Doll, “We have a busy day ahead ladies hit the showers.”

When we got into the showers, everyone was staring at me.  Therefore, I looked around trying to figure why, and then I saw it.  Sometime yesterday, one of the shower stalls was, modified for my diminutive stature.  I could even reach the showerhead.  I squealed in delight and worked my little high-heeled thongs over to it.  Everyone seemed happy with my reaction and started talking and giggling and washing themselves and each other.  I was pleased with how close knit our family was becoming.

Diane noticed me surveying and asked, “Stimulated or plotting?”

“Admiring,” I replied.

“Yes they are very stunning aren’t they,” she stated.

“Not what I meant, I’m admiring the cohesiveness of our family,” I corrected her.

“That too,” she agreed.

We finished our bathing.  I went and fed Sophie her breakfast and set her up for another hour of sexual stimulation.  Then I joined the others and today, Lisa dressed me in pink French cut panties, a leather skirt, beige pantyhose, one of my black bras, and a white see through silk blouse that buttoned almost all the way up to my neck.  She topped it all off with a white lab coat.

I looked at myself in the mirror, “You dressed me up as a lady nerd?”

Diane snickered, “You’ll be working in the lab with the rest of us nerds, oh and don’t let me forget we have a luncheon date with Kellie and Frank.  If all goes well I’ll want you to assist, along with Kellie, prepping Frank for, and beginning his transformation.”

“Don’t I need a pair of horned rim glasses with this getup?” I asked.

Lisa giggled and placed a pair of clear glass glasses on my nose, “You ask for them, we got them.”

“Terrific, I love the cord around the back of my head, nice touch,” I admired.

“Something’s missing,” Diane, remarked, “Oh yes, here you are.”

She put an identification card around my neck and added a pocket protector.  Laughing hysterically at the total nerd she created.

I slid my glasses down my nose and looked at her over the top of them, “And what’s so funny young lady?” I asked in the most professor-like voice I could muster.

They both lost it and had to wipe tears out of their mascara-smudged eyes.

“Let’s go Doctor,” Diane said.

“I ain’t a Doctor,” I told her.

“You better look at your I.D. Sweetheart,” she snickered.

I looked at my badge and sure enough, it proclaimed me Dr. De Anne Samuels.

“Hey I don’t have a Doctorate,” I complained.

“Do you want to bet?” Diane retorted, “I had to make up a complete new identity for you through the CIA, you have a Doctorate from the University of Washington, in electrical engineering, so there,” she stuck out her tongue at me.

“Why, thank you Doctor.”

“You’re welcome Doctor.  Shall we go Doctor?” Diane asked.

“After you, Doctor.”

“Oh, brother,” Lisa exclaimed.

“No brothers around here, just sisters as far as the eye can see,” I answered.

Lisa booted me in the derriere.

“Hey, careful.  You’re getting me all excited,” I teased her.

“You better get a move on or I’ll have Kellie use her lips on you,” Lisa threatened.

I scooted down the hall with my hands on my cheeks, “Oh no, anything but that.”

She just smiled and waved.

We arrived at the security checkpoint and the guards checked our I.D. badges.  I recognized them as the ones I’d flashed a couple weeks before.  As soon as we continued on to the doors I could hear, “Is she the one?” and, “Shush, she’ll hear, yes.”

I had to laugh they were so sweet.

Diane asked, “What was all that about?”

I reiterated the whole story and how I’d forgotten I was bare assed naked when I waved bye-bye to Sophie.  And even told her what the guards had said about me being her property, including that one guard said he might even risk his testicles for a piece of me.

“That’s a hell of a compliment,” she admitted.

“No more than we’re going to ask of Frank at lunch today,” I reminded her.

I saw a tear begin to roll down her cheek, I stopped her and hugged her as high up as I could reach, “I’m sorry dearest, I didn’t mean to hurt you.  I’m sure it wasn’t you fault.”

She dropped to her knees and really started balling, “But it is my fault.  I knew she was married.  All I could think of was what you needed.  I didn’t even think how it would effect her.”

“You are sorry now though.  Right?” I put to her.  “You are going to do your best to fix it now, aren’t you?”

“Y…  Y…  Yes.”

“We all make mistakes dearest, what counts is how we deal with them, and what we learn from them.  Anyway this could just be a dream come true for him,” I teased.

She snorted, “I hope and pray you’re right.”

“Come on we better get moving before you get into trouble with the building maintenance union for polishing their floor without a union card,” I told her.

That got a laugh out of her, so she stood and grabbed my hand, escorting me down the corridor.

See Pt 9