House Training
By RH Music
Chapter 10:
"** TEST SCENARIO, BEGIN LEVEL 10: LEGAL **"
The man sitting in the chair across from me smiled. "Half of me thinks you are the luckiest person alive, and the other half of me thinks that no amount of money in the world would entice me to go through what you have obviously been through."
"I'm sorry?" I looked over at Mr. Blakely. Following instructions, the cab driver had driven me to the legal offices of 'Howard, Johnston, and Blakely' and now, after a short wait, I was sitting in Mr. Blakely's office.
"You're Jonathan McDonald, correct?"
"Yes! Can you tell me what's going on, Mr. Blakely?"
Finally, someone who knew my real name! I had begun to think that I had entered some alternate-reality universe or something.
"Please, call me William. And yes, I can finally tell you what's going on. Somehow you broke into Mr. Hewitt's house..."
"Oh, no! I'm a paralegal, and I was assigned to search the house for documents relating to Mr. Hewitt's Last Will and Testament. You see, the hospital couldn't find any next of kin or contact information..."
"And that would be because there are no next of kin," Mr. Blakely interjected.
"Oh, okay. And so they turned the case over to the State which contracted with our law firm to dig up more information and dispose of the estate, and so I was sent over to look the place over."
"And did you find a copy of the will?" Mr. Blakely grinned, obviously enjoying a joke at my expense.
"No..."
"And would you like to see a copy of the will?"
"Yes..."
"Well! It so happens that I have a copy right here!" Mr. Blakely handed me a sheaf of papers with evident satisfaction. "You see, we're the official executors of Mr. Hewitt's estate. Why don't you look through the document. The final revision was faxed to me this morning."
"What... What do you mean, this morning?"
"I think you'll understand when you read it."
Of course I wasn't a lawyer, but I could read legal-language well enough. I started flipping through the pages,
pretty standard stuff, until I got to the appendix... when I started shaking violently.
"But!" I sputtered, "This can't be!"
I looked again:
The bulk of my estate, including personal financial assets of roughly $400 million dollars (as of 1/1/2002) and the house and grounds (of roughly 129 acres) at 1 Hewitt place I leave to Jennifer McDonald, formerly Jack McDonald, of 413 Pine Orchard Way. I further name her to be the chairperson and president of the Hewitt foundation, responsible for the charitable disbursement of the foundation's assets in accordance with the mission statement, guidelines, and charter, a position which pays a salary of $1 million per annum.
"Um... how much money is in the foundation?" I asked.
"Roughly 2.5 billion dollars."
"Oh!" I fainted.
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"Miss? Miss?" I shook my head away from the horrible smelling salts. Opening my eyes I saw a young-ish man standing over me. "Are you okay? Do we need to take you to
the hospital?"
"No, thank you. I'm fine."
"She's had quite a shock, Tim," Mr. Blakely chuckled. I sat up slowly and saw him looking at me, amused. "I think she'll be fine. Thanks for the quick first aid!"
"Oh, no problem sir," said Tim as he packed up the first-aid kit and left the office.
"That was Tim, my paralegal," said Mr. Blakely. "Just like you... well, not anymore, obviously. Listen, Jonathan, or, um... Jennifer, there are a few things and a couple more tests that we'll need to do before you can assume your new role. So, let's move over to the table here and I'll guide
you through it..."
"Tests, William?" I asked, as I sat down at the table.
"Right. And the first one is this." Mr. Blakely put a form in front of me.
It was a legal name change document, to 'Jennifer McDonald'.
"I'll give you a few minutes to think it over. Just call for me when you're ready." Mr. Blakely left the room.
I sat and stared. This was the moment of truth. Sign over my name and inherit Mr. Hewitt's fortune (about $300 million after taxes). Become Jennifer and I would become
one of the wealthiest people in the country. Become Jennifer and I would run one of the largest charitable foundations (the 15th largest I would find out later) in the United States.
I pulled out my powder compact and opened it up. I looked at myself in the mirror.
I didn't escape when I was in the mall, and I could have.
And now I would be making it permanent. I would permanently become Jennifer. I suppose that somewhere I realized that I could just sign, take the money, and then run away or change my name back, or something...
But that wouldn't be right. If I was going to do this, I should commit to it fully, without reservation.
I looked at the paper.
I reached for a pen, put it to the paper... paused... and signed my name. It would be the last time that I would ever sign "Jonathan McDonald" in my life.
I smiled and felt a surge of pleasure course through my body.
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After that, it was mostly formalities. An employment agreement for the foundation, receiving the title for the house and grounds, change of ownership forms for all of the financial assets, etc. etc. etc. Dozens and dozens of signatures.
I got a lot of practice signing "Jennifer McDonald" that day!
Finally, we were done and Mr. Blakely sat back in his chair. "Well, congratulations, Jennifer! What do you think you'll be doing first?"
"Gosh, I don't know. I guess I should study up on how to run foundations..."
"Well! Good answer! I can help you there. I have some books here that you can have."
"Thank you!"
There was an awkward pause for a moment. Mr. Blakely obviously had one more thing to say, but was having trouble saying it.
"Yes, William?" I looked at him... and batted my eyes.
"Yes, Jennifer, there is... ahh.. one more test you need to pass before I am allowed to process the paperwork."
"What's that?"
"Well... ah... You see..." he was blushing! "I just have to verify that you have actually gone through the full training at the house... and, ah..."
"You mean, this body and these clothes are not enough?"
"Well, um... quite right. That was certainly one test that you passed... and passed with flying colors I might add! But there is one more thing..."
"What's that?"
"Well," Mr. Blakely said as he looked at me intently. "Have you heard any good jokes lately?"
Chapter 11:
When I got back to the house that night I was exhausted. It was nearly 11PM. I had done everything! First, I quit my old job and cleaned out my desk and did all of those "end of job things". Suddenly the check for my back vacation time (around $3,000) seemed pretty miniscule.
Actually, the exit interview was pretty funny. When the HR person asked "Reason for leaving job?" I responded: "Oh, decided to become a woman full-time and inherited 2.9 billion dollars." Not exactly true, but close enough. The look on her face!
And then I cancelled the lease on my apartment and Marty and I worked for a few hours packing up all my essentials, mostly old papers, letters, my computer, and CD's. I left all the furniture, clothes, and appliances. I wouldn't need them anymore! For the price of the cleaning deposit, the landlord agreed to dispose of all the rest of my belongings.
That is, once the landlord believed it was really me. I had to show him the change of name form and also show him my face without the wig before he would believe it.
"I would have never thought you were a guy..." he kept muttering to himself.
Mr. Blakely had mentioned that that might be a problem. So he provided his cell-phone number which I could use in emergencies.
I had thought about telling my friends and family of my new position, but decided that that could wait until later. They all thought I was on vacation anyway. I thought my friends would probably be cool with it (one of them had recently come out of the closet as a gay man, that probably helped). Since my parents were both dead, my only relatives were a brother and a sister. Since they both lived on the opposite side of the country we weren't really that close anymore.
And then I thought back to poor Mr. Blakely! I think all he was expecting was for me to tell the bawdy joke I had learned from the house computer, the one about sneezing and orgasms, just to verify that I had actually been through the whole training process.
But I gave him the full seductive treatment. First, I sat on his lap, held his head up to my breasts, and did the three sneezes, with increasing moans and wriggles each time. The look on his face was priceless!
And it seemed like he couldn't do anything but sputter as I knelt before him, opened his fly, pulled out his nice hard cock and balls, and expertly sucked him to orgasm, licking my lips and swallowing his musky sperm.
It was wonderful! Of course, I like Jack, but the taste and smells of a real man... I knew then that I had made the right choice when I became Jennifer for ever an ever.
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"** Hello, Jennifer. **"
Said the voice in my earpiece. I had just stepped in the front door of the house. 'My house!' I realized.
"Ummm, hello?"
"** This is Jack, could you come down to see me? Whenever you get the chance. **"
"Ummm... Okay." I wasn't sure if the computer could hear me.
I walked down the stairs to the basement. All the doors were open! I took a minute to wander through the complex which had now become so familiar to me, my 'bedroom' with the first mannequin, the makeup room, the exercise room, the dressing room, etc.
Finally I ended up with Jack.
The mannequin looked up at me and started to talk.
"** Hello Jennifer. I suppose you are wondering why I've taken the trouble to invent all of this? Well, ever since I made my first fortune I've never had need for money, and so I made it my life's mission to fulfill my fantasies. Fantasies of forced feminization!
"** I couldn't find any woman or man who wanted to help me, or none that I could trust anyway, so I invented all these machines to do it instead.
"** And so this is how I spent my life, inventing these machines and playing with them. And of course, along the way I created numerous spin-off technologies which are the source of the charitable foundation which you now run.
"** A few years ago when I realized I was getting older and slower I reprogrammed the machines to create the training programs which you have experienced. The idea was to find someone like me, who shared my fantasies and would therefore preserve the machines for some time. Really I was seeking a kind of immortality, by living my life through you, even though I would never meet you in person.
"** And so you went through all the training and passed all the tests from the first day you entered. You fully deserve the financial reward that you have received. Thank you for fulfilling my dream and sharing in my fantasies.
"** But now you have a choice:
Choice A: I will shut down the computers which run the house and turn off the power to the machines. You will find a solvent for your prosthetics under the kitchen sink, labeled with instructions on how to use it. You can return to being Jonathan McDonald with all of my assets and the salary from the foundation.
Choice B: Leave the machines on. Leave your prosthetics in place, enjoy the computer programs which I have created, and continue to follow the instructions of the computer.
"** What is your choice? **"
I paused for only a few seconds before deciding.
"Choice B!" I said, firmly.
"** Thank you! **"
Said the voice in my earpiece.
*CLICK*
The door automatically closed behind me.
"**TRAINING ENGAGED, BEGIN LEVEL 11: ANAL SLUT **"
Said the computer.
I smiled in anticipation.
--- The End ---
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