FFCEpsilon: Holy Holly by D.S. Knight

Filed Under Fiction, FFCEpsilon

Christine and Michelle held hands as they waited, barely able to contain their excitement.  They had waited for this moment for a long time, and now, with the company finally going public, their dreams had come true.  They were currently sitting in a deliciously decorated waiting room packed with people who could not wait to try the new product "Gender Lender." 

 

Same sex couplings had been outlawed on Earth, and most of the people in the waiting room seemed to be of the homosexual persuasion, wanting to be able to hold hands with their sweethearts in public without paying fines or being hauled to jail.  This was the reason Christine and Michelle were there, they were hoping that Michelle would leave the office as Michael and they could be legally married.  

 

Their names were called, and they followed the gorgeous female attendant through swinging, art-deco doors into the lab.  They were introduced to the doctors who would supervise the injection, and given the e-documents to read and sign before any physical action was taken.  They read through the stuff impatiently, wanting their troubles to be over as quickly as possible, when something in one of the clauses caught their attention. 

 

In section 487b.c.t-1 it stated that "Gender Lender is still under strict testing despite its being made public, therefore, its use should be limited strictly to human subjects from the Milky Way Galaxy.  All other applicants will be prohibited, pending further studies on the product…" 

 

Christine and Michelle found this intriguing and asked the doctor why Gender Lender was limited to humans from the Milky Way.  The doctor smiled sheepishly, and looked around.  All the attendants and other doctors looked suddenly interested in some of the most mundane things, and the women’s interest was caught even further.

 

"Well," she started, blushing a little at the roots of her flaxen hair.

 

"One of our test subjects…"

 

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Holly stood on the street corner, pulling up her antique stockings and re-affixing the garters that held them up.  The strip of cloth, otherwise known as a skirt, that girded her lower half, rode up suggestively and made many heads, both male and female, turn in her direction.  Smiling, she stood back up and made a big fuss about pulling the tight, leather binding back down over her garter belt, finishing off by running her crimson-taloned fingers up her thighs. 

 

A slight gust of air blew back Holly’s curly red locks, and she looked up to see a very expensive new hover car descending in front of her.  Her smile broadened as she saw the door open letting out a man with shiny black shoes and slicked back hair.  It was always a wonderful day when she got to service the rich customers, as she was so good they paid her extra to do it again. 

 

She shifted her weight ever so slightly to the other hip, bringing her torso back over her pretty buttocks and thrusting out the EE size breasts that she had been blessed with.  The look in the man’s eyes became a little glazed as she did this, and she knew she had him in the bag.

 

"You…uh…you Holy Holly?"

 

"The very same, baby.  What can I do for you?" she said in a low, sultry voice.

 

The man looked down at her barely covered crotch, his mouth a little slack, then asked,

 

"Is it true what they say about Martians?"

 

Holly’s smile broadened.

 

"I dunno.  Let’s go find out."

 

The man nodded dumbly, and signaled for his driver to wait there on the curb.  Holly plucked the front of his expensive looking shirt and pulled him slowly into her den where a gigantic bed took up most of the space.  Pushing the man down, Holly began her infamous attentions, removing each piece of clothing with her prehensile tongue, including her own.  It was not until she removed the garter belt and the lacy thong that she heard the man gasp.

 

"Holy…"

 

"Holly.  Call me Holly."

 

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Eckhart watched in awe as Holly’s vagina reached out to meet his throbbing phallus.  It was most definitely true then, Martians were very well hung-he just had not known that the females were hung like the males.  His body started to writhe as the whore took his phallus into herself, and he was barely able to watch as the bulk of his penis started to fill the long, tubular space that was her external vagina.  He tried to remind himself to look up Martian physiology before he felt himself gushing into Holly’s gorgeous body, but he did not remember to do so afterward, since he had paid her easily triple her selling fee to do it to him again, and again, and again… 

 

                                                                        #

 

"So…" began a shocked Michelle-about-to-be-Michael.

 

"His penis just turned into a long, tube-like vagina?"

 

The doctor smiled again, relishing the shock on the woman’s face.

 

"Yes.  We did not know what would happen to a non-human subject, so we put out a call for people of other races.  Harold was one of the many failures of our product on extra-terrestrial beings."

 

"What does he do now?" asked Christine curiously, she thought she would like to see an external vagina.

 

"So far as I know people call him, or should I say her, Holy Holly.  She works on the corner of Sunset Ave."

 

Christine and Michelle looked at each other and smiled.

 

                                                                        #

 

Holly was cleaning out her kitchen one day when she found an advert for something she had almost forgotten about. It said:

 

Ever wondered what it must be like to be of the opposite gender?  Ever think you were born of the wrong sex?  Well wonder no more!  Gender Lender is here to save the day!  Some restrictions may apply. See Gender Lender Ltd. for details…

 

Holly reached down and fisted herself to ecstasy, thinking all the while that she really owed Gender Lender a lot, especially since Michael and Chris had come to live with her.

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