A Cure for the Blues

"I'm tired of it, Ben. I'm tired of you watching endless porn, but ignoring my needs. And when you do manage to remember that I have a vagina, it's like you barely get hard. I'm done. Get help. Please."

I don't know how many times I listened to Ana's message, or how many shots I did, but she was right. I wanted to be mad at her, but I was mostly mad at myself. Not being able to please the hottest girl I had dated in a long time was really a blow to the ego. I looked in the mirror and didn't like what i saw. Three days of scraggly blonde beard, bloodshot blue eyes, and a buzz cut that was a month overdue. I was ugly, and who would ever want me?

Sometime around 3 AM I was watching some terrible local talk show. It was a bunch of makeover reveals, and I remember thinking how happy everyone looked after. The person doing gave her website. That's what I needed to get Ana back. I needed to be less of a loser. Bleary eyed, i put my credit card information in, and ordered the most expensive package offered. Transform your life with Sandy. Whatever, I knew it would work.

I arrived into the well lit beauty salon a few days later. I was a little self conscious, being the only guy there. But I had paid good money, wasn't going to chicken out now.

I was floored when Sandy greeted me. She was stunning. Taller than I was, her hair swept up , and bronze eyeshadow set off her green eyes nicely. My eyes went to her ample cleavage until she cleared her throat. I blushed for being caught staring.

"Now, Benjamin, you have paid for my full attention. There will be some discomfort along the way, but you cannot make an omelet without waxing a few chests. I am an artist, so I need you to trust me. That is what you are paying me for, is it not?"

I mutely nodded. Sandy smiled, her white teeth dazzling as she started taking some measurements. Over the next few hours I was waxed, shaven, my hair cut again. I surrendered to Sandy and her staff, almost in a trance from the stinging sensations of the wax and the tweezers. I barely noticed what Sandy was doing when I felt a large weight on my chest. Sandy had glued two big breasts to me. They had to be D cups. Instinctively, I covered them with my hands. They felt heavy, and real to the touch.

"Alright, Bunny, sit up so I can put you in this bra and panties. This gaffe will hide your clitty until you are ready to share your secret." She held a light pink bra and matching panties up for me.

I started to protest. This isn't what I had signed for. Sandy shushed me with a gesture. "Bunny, maybe you didn't know. But I think you did. Blame the scotch if you want, but I think you knew. You knew Sandy could make you beautiful, and I shall. We will go out for a drink, and people will want you. You like this idea. You don't have to let them touch you if you don't want, but Sandy knows you want them to. Secret slut, wishing you were giving head like those women in the videos you watched. Your secret is safe with Sandy, don't worry."

I was defeated. She did speak the truth, and i sobbed silently as she dressed me in a black leather skirt, thigh high stockings, black high heels and a pink, frilly blouse. She dried my eyes as she clipped a red wig in to place. "Just trust Sandy, she will set you free, Bunny."

I listened as beat I could as she explained the make up to me. She knew this would not be my only time in this skirt. She added a choker a black leather, last of all, and she gave me a mirror. I was in awe. Those were my eyes, behind those thick lashes. But all the skin blotches were gone, I was now even toned. My nose looked narrowed, and my lips were frosted pink, full and pouty. Pink eyeshadow with just a line of glitter made me smile.

"Oh Sandy, you've made me the prettiest Bunny." I hugged her tight, and felt a stirring in my panties. "We go now, save that for later."

I should have been nervous. Or embarrassed. Scared witless that one of the boys from the office would recognize me. Something, anything. But those were Ben's fears. Bunny knew she looked hot. I was excited and horny.

Sandy kissed her hellos to the bouncer, and we were let in, cutting the line to the club. There were a few complaints, but a few catcalls, too. We sat at the bar, and Sandy ordered us drinks. I looked around the room, and felt eyes on us. I felt lust from some of the guys, and it made me blush. There were plenty of other hot women in the club, and I definitely noticed a few I wouldn't mind getting to know better. But it was my lust back at the men that surprised me.

"Talk little. Sandy will talk most." That seemed wise to me, all of Sandy's artistry hadn't changed my vocal cords. As we finished our first drinks, a second round appeared, courtesy of the table in the back. Sandy smiled and waved at them. "They are good friends. Bunny is ready to be friendly?" I downed my drink, then nodded.

Sandy led me over, taking my time walking in heels and now slightly buzzed. She sat next to the slightly older man, Donovan, and I sat next to his friend, Mark. We chatted, and Mark took my hand as my third drink arrived. I blushed, but let him hold it as he kissed it. I let him do most of the talking, mostly nodding and smiling, and trying to sound feminine when I had to talk. After I finished my third drink, Mark leaned in and kissed me. I hesitated about half a second, before relaxing and letting his tongue invade my mouth. He was an excellent kisser, and I followed his lead. He pulled back and smiled, as Sandy grabbed my hand.

"Bunny, we need to freshen up. Come." Hoping my erection wasn't noticeable in the club, I stood and followed Sandy. She took me into the women's bathroom, and it didn't even occur to me where I was going at first. I saw the other women touching up their make up, and went in to a stall. The drinks had gone right through me. I carefully untucked and lowered my panties, sitting to not draw attention.

My phone buzzed with a text notification. It was Ana. "We should talk."

My heart raced, and I texted back, "Out at Club right now. Tomorrow?"

Then it came back, "Me too. Not much else to do around here." In a panic, I got up and stepped out. Sandy motioned me to her side, and began to touch up my make up. "She's here, Sandy. Ana is here."

"Don't worry, Bunny. She is not looking for you, she is looking for Ben."

"Yes, I am. How did you know." No, it can't be. It was Ana's voice, from the next sink over. I forced a smile and waved. She looked at me quizzically. Then recognition spread on her face.

Sandy stepped in. "Ben can talk tomorrow. Tonight, Bunny does not want to be rude to Sandy's friends."

Ana nodded, then shook her head. "You look amazing, Bunny. And happy. We can talk tomorrow." She smiled, and I saw her bedroom eyes flash at me.

I didn't even have time to process before Sandy whisked me out of there, back to Mark. Donovan and Mark shared an apartment, and Sandy suggested we take things there.

Donovan drove, and Sandy sat next to him. Mark put his arm around me, and I held his hand as we drove in silence. I could see his bulge, and my mouth hungered for it. I could see Sandy watching in the rear view, so I resisted the urge to take him in my mouth then and there.

When we got into their apartment, Donovan turned the TV on, and poured us all another round. I sat on the sofa next to Mark, and he again pulled me close. I was in heaven. Then we heard the door click, and Sandy and Donovan were gone. I was not long before Mark and I heard them moaning through the walls.

"Sorry, the walls here are really thin. Should I turn the volume?" He didn't even get the word up out of his mouth before I kissed him. Oh, I wanted him. I couldn't control myself. "Oh, Bunny," he moaned into my mouth as I felt his hand roaming my body. He lifted my blouse, and kissed me deeply. He put my hand to his bulge, and I began to tug and play with it. His cock was so hard, the fabric of his pants strained. I undid it, and pulled his briefs down. Sandy's moans from the next room echoed in my ears as I began kissing Mark's cock, It wasn't huge, but it was definitely big. And leaking for me. I sucked the tip, then started bobbing up and down on it. A thousand times I had watched this, and fantasized about it. Now I was really doing it. "Oh, fuck, yes, Bunny. That feels so good." My own member was growing hard, straining in it's cloth cage. I made love to that cock, sliding my tongue up and down, swallowing as much as I could. Craving it inside me. Mark tensed as I stroked his shaft, making eye contact as I swallowed the tip. That sent him over the edge, and he came in my mouth. I worked the shaft with my hand, sucking every last drop out. I swallowed his entire salty load, and he kissed me again.

Donovan came out, completely naked. I immediately started looking at his cock when he cleared his throat. "Bunny? Sandy wants a word."

My mind raced as I joined Sandy in the bedroom. Did she want to switch partners? Did I want a second cock tonight? I was almost dizzy as I saw Sandy getting dressed. "You like Mark? Want to see him again?" I nodded. I really did like him, and wanted to feel him inside me. "Then we go now. Next time, you will feel him in you. Do not rush, you have whole life as Bunny if you wish." She was right. If I stayed, we'd probably fuck until we were both sore. But then he'd lose my number, or some other lame ass excuse I'd used before. Men are pigs, I thought to myself. "You come by my shop tomorrow. We will do lessons until you can be Bunny without Sandy."

I took a cab home alone. The cabbie flirted with me, and my heart sang a little every time he called me Miss. I didn't really want the night to be over. I didn't care about not orgasming, the lingering taste of Mark on my lips was enough. But I was a woman, I wanted the world to hear me roar. I was thinking about what to do next when I saw a light on in my house.

I crept inside cautiously, wondering if I was being robbed. Instead, Ana was sitting on my couch, still dressed from the club and looking amazing. "Bunny, is it? I was in love with the man who lived here. I think I still am. It was wrong to break up over a text, just because I wanted better sex."

I held up my hand. "I don't know if I'm Bunny or Ben or both. But I know you mean more to me, Ana, than just about anything. I had sex tonight, I sucked the cock of a wonderful man. It made me feel good in ways I don't understand. And yet, I want to be inside you so badly right now. I don't know if I could ever put this genie back in the bottle, even if i wanted to. I didn't appreciate you before, you were right to leave me. But if you'll have me back..." My thought was interrupted by Ana kissing me deeply.

"We will talk in the morning. Right now, Ben, Bunny, I need laid."