Jim told her to come over to his house. When she got there Jim’s mom met her at the door.
Well, that’s a new look for you Sharon.” Kelly said, as she looked Sharon over.
Sharon blushed. “Is Jim here?” She asked.
“He’s down in his hole.” She said, indicating the basement.
Sharon quickly headed downstairs to Jim’s private lab.
“Sharon!” Jim exclaimed. “I think I found it!”
He triumphantly held up a pack of Marlboros. “Try one of these.” He told her as he tossed the pack to her.
Sharon extracted one of the cigarettes from the pack and lit it. As she took a long drag off it she felt the familiar calming effect.
“Yeah,” she said as she exhaled a billowy white cloud of smoke. “These taste just like the other ones.”
“I upped the amount of the chemical in these so you won’t have to smoke as many to get the same effect.” He told her. “I think that I might be able to find a cure for the addition soon but you can smoke these until I do.”
Jim then began to gather up some equipment and head out the door.
“Where are you going?” Sharon asked.
“I have some business to take care of.” He told her. “You just wait here until I get back. There are five packs over there on that bench so you should have plenty of cigarettes till I get back.”
Jim didn’t see the lusty look in Sharon’s eyes as he walked upstairs.
Jim was sitting in front of the door when the man knocked. “Come in!” he called out. “It’s unlocked!”
When the door swung open Jim saw that the salesman had another man with him again.
“ Where’s your girlfriend?” He asked as he stepped confidently inside.
“She’s not here right now. I thought we should have a little private talk.” He told him as he stood and slowly pointed a weird looking gun at him. He then turned to the other man. “I think you had better leave. And I would suggest you forget that you ever even came here.”
Jim walked over and shut the door behind the rapidly retreating man as he keep the gun focused on the salesman.
“Come on kid,” He said. “Let’s not do anything foolish here.”
“Foolish?” Jim spat. “You mean like trying to turn my girlfriend into one of your private whores?”
“No, I mean like killing me.” The salesman said calmly. “First off, if you kill me your girlfriend won’t get any more of the cigarettes an that would be very bad for her. Second, what are you going to do with my body? If you get caught the police won’t believe you are doing it in self defense and you will probably wind up in jail for a very long time.”
Jim laughed maliciously. “Well, first off I have already duplicated your formula.” He said. “And second, who said anything about killing you!”
Jim then pulled the trigger on his gun and the salesman was enveloped in a strange purple light. The salesman felt an odd tingling through out his body as he began to change.
Soon his large manly body had morphed into that of a small dainty blond girl with huge JJ cup tits. As the saleswoman checked out her newfound womanhood in horror, Jim slipped up behind her and injected her with a large syringe.
“What was that?” She yelped in a high-pitched voice.
“That was an extra strength dose of the additive that was in those cigarettes.” Jim said evilly as the girl’s eyes started to glaze over. “I guess it’s your turn to be the whore now!”
Jim then pushed the horny young girl out the door and watched as she made her way down the walk. She stopped half way down the walk and tore open a pack of the Streetwalker 120’s and lit one before heading on off.
‘Well, even if she does have a cure for the cigarettes, that new body I gave her will make sure that she still will wind up a total slut.’ He thought as he looked down at his feminizer gun. The controls on it were all set to max.
He then put the gun away and headed home. When he got there…
Sat Mar 10 10:32:02 2001