Sunset ^beta

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Cyndi was standing in front of the abandoned warehouse on the dock.
The man with her followed right behind.

"This is the place, right Cyndi?"
"Ummm..."
"Big warehouse, in view of the building with the big "Opening soon" banner?"
"I mean, that DOES sound familiar..."

Mason sighed.
This wasn't going to be easy.
But if he wanted to prove that he could be FBI material, he had to play it cool.

This is what would show them what an asset he could be.
Oh sure, he didn't have the "credentials", the "training", but that's not what you needed.
You needed guts and gumption! And he had those in spades!

And he knew a good case when he saw it, too.

He'd seen the rumors on the internet, about men being snatched off the streets and turned female by some kind of new super-drug.
Most wrote this off right away.
After all, if someone could develop an instant gender change serum, they'd be making money off it, right?
And why the secrecy, anyway?

Mason would have written it off entirely too, if Cyndi hadn't fallen in his lap.
He had gone to the local police station to offer his services as an aspiring FBI agent, taking some cases off their hands.
The desk sergeant was three seconds away from grabbing him by the scruff of his neck and throwing him out the door when Cyndi burst in.

She was crying, talking about how she used to be a guy but was kidnapped and turned into a bimbo, with little to no memory of the whole thing.
Everyone at the station laughed at the ridiculous notion.
As if this blonde bombshell used to be a guy! It had to be a prank, right?
Or she was drunk and wanting to cause trouble.

But Mason took a chance, and whisked her away before anyone else could get to her.
Cyndi was less upset now that someone was going to come with her, but she warned Mason that her memory was fuzzy, and they'd have to go to the last place she remembered, which is where she believed she had been taken.
Mason was eager to prove himself, and a potential trafficking case would surely get him noticed.

"Cyndi, why don't we go inside, see if that brings back any more memories?"
"But it's so scary looking! I feel like Jason Krueger's gonna jump out at any minute!"
"That's Freddy Krueger, sweetheart. Besides, I'm here."
"That's right! A big, strong, handsome man in a suit and tie, ready to save me!"

That comment, and her voice getting even squeakier with time, suggested whatever was in that drug that made her act all bimbo-like was getting a quicker hold over her.
That means they had to move fast, before she lost whoever she used to be forever, and wouldn't be able to give him any more information about the previous night.

This wasn't overly concerning to Mason though.
He'd have what he needed soon enough, and hey, by the time her mind had gone poof, she'd be more amenable to rewarding Mason for his heroics.

It didn't bother him that she used to be a guy, she had big enough tits, and that's what mattered most, right?
And her lips could probably suck his cock dry, and that's what he wanted most.
Soon enough, her glittery silver dress would be on the floor of his car.

"Ready to go in?"
Cyndi looked nervous.
"Will you link your arm with mine in case the bad guys are still here?"
Mason held his arm out, Cyndi putting hers through, cuddling up to him.

Mason opened the door and the two walked on through.
He was thankful he remembered to bring the flashlight from a makeshift kit had made for when a case fell into his lap.
Looking around, the place did not seem like it had been disturbed in some time.

"Anything look familiar?"
"Uhhhh..."
"Try to remember, Cyndi. Did they bring you here, the men who abducted you?"
"They might have taken me further down..."
"Alright, we'll keep walking then."
"OK, Masey!"
Mason would normally get annoyed at such a thing, but hey, she was cute.

They walked on, passing tables with sheets draping over machinery and tools.
"Anything yet?"
"Hey, can we go get cocktails? I need to get druuuuuuunk!"
"Cyndi, focus!"
"Why, what did I say?"

Shit!
The bimbo serum was ramping up.
"Cyndi, I really need to you recall how you went from being a guy to a sl- girl."
Cyndi stared at Mason wide-eyed.
"I was a guy?! Is that why I have a pee-pee?!"
"You really don't remember being a dude?"
"All I remember is... is..."

Cyndi looked up.
High above them, the moonlight was shining through a window.
"Wait! I remember knocking one of those assholes to the ground! Something fell out of his pocket!"
Mason shone his flashlight around the places Cyndi said she thought her assailant had fallen.
He was getting frustrated with how many times she had gotten it wrong, and was about to sternly remind her to stay on track when he saw it and picked it up.

It was a business card, with a phone number and site names, for a place simply called "Whimsy".
He got the impression it was a strip club, or burlesque house, something along those lines.
He looked at the address.
It was right across the way! The building with the banner he saw earlier!

It was all coming together.
Whoever Cyndi used to be must have been drugged, brought here and would have been driven to that building to begin a new life as an exotic dancer or stripper.
The warehouse on the docks was a perfect place to conduct their business.
No one was using it, and being such a short distance away meant they didn't have to worry about raising suspicion.

"Good work, Cyndi!"
Cyndi let out a squee and a little jump, Mason watching her large breasts bounce.
Oh, this was sure to score him points.
"So does this mean we can go find the bad guys?"
"Not just yet. Does this bring back any other memory? Think back to when you fought that guy off."
"When I sucked that guy off?! I didn't do that! But now I'm getting all horny..."

Mason hesitated for a moment, before shaking his head.
"No, Cyndi. When you punched him. Try to remember, OK?"
"I AM trying, Masey! But, like, using my head is sooooo hard!"
"Cyndi, if this keeps up, you may never be a guy again!"
"I was a guy?!"
"Damn it Cyndi, we've been over this!"

Cyndi fell to the ground, on her knees and clutching her head.
"Don't yell at me, you're being mean right now!"
"Cyndi, I'm trying to help you!"
"You can do it without being a jerk!"

Then Cyndi gasped.
"I remember something else!"
She was still on her knees, so Mason put his hand on her shoulders.
"That's it, Cyndi. Tell me "
"They drugged me right here!"
"Good, keep going."
"It went like... like..."
Mason gripped her shoulders harder to help her recollect.
"That's it, Cyndi. What was it like?"

He was too busy thinking about how he was well on his way to a great career that he failed to notice Cyndi had reached into her purse and jabbed a needle into his right hand.

"Like this."

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Mason recoiled and yowled.
"You crazy bitch, what the fuck was that for?!"
"You'll see."
"You'll s- what the fuck does that mean?!"

Mason was angry, too angry to notice that Cyndi's voice had lost her squeak.
"Did you have to jab me with an empty needle to recreate the experience?"
"Who said it was empty?"

Mason looked down at his hand.
It was becoming less hairy, and his fingers thinner.
"Cyndi... what was in that needle?"

Cyndi stood up and started brushing herself off.
"A little concoction my partner whipped up."
"Conco-conco-"
"Oh it's hitting you faster than I expected. But then, you strike me as little more than a monosyllabic meathead, so I shouldn't be too surprised."
Mason squinted, as Cyndi as trying to explain things in a silky and smooth voice, like she worked in radio.
"I'm not following..."

Mason started feeling funny.
He fell to his knees, his body attacking him with an unknown substance.
Cyndi walked behind a stack of crates, returning moments later with a full body mirror and other items Mason couldn't make out.
"Here honey, come see the new you."
Mason crawled over to the mirror, letting out a gasp.

His hair was going from a short, almost military like cut to long, flowing brown hair.
His face and skin getting smoother, lips becoming a little more full.
He felt reactions in his chest, prompting him to rip off his suit and tie, to feel like he could breathe easier.
What little muscle he had built up over the past year had shifted through his body, becoming a big pair of breasts, bigger than Cyndi's even.
"Wh-what the fuck is happening to me?!"
Mason held his hands up to his mouth.
Now his voice was starting to squeak!
Was he becoming a brown-haired Cyndi?

Oh no...
He WAS turning into a bimbo!
No, no, this couldn't be happening!
He was supposed to, like, save the day and junk!

...
His thought processes were already changing.
"Cyndi, like, why? And why do you know big words?"
"Because I'm not a bimbo, silly! But I know how to act the part around stupid men, and honey, the world will NEVER run out of those. An over-whelming supply for a world that did not demand it. Well, except MY world."
"Your world? Are you like an alien or somethin'?"
"No sweetie, I mean for the purposes I have in mind, stupid men are the very best resource. Thanks to the bimbo serum I can have produced, I am able to lure the worst of the worst into secluded areas like this and change them into something more... pleasing, and malleable."
"Male able? But I'm a lady!"

Cyndi chucked.
"Indeed you are. And on that subject, don't be surprised by what you see below."
She pointed to Mason's crotch area.
Mason ripped the pants off quickly to see a large cock.

He STILL had that, at least.
Or did he grow that.
He was- no, SHE was confused.
Why was she thinking about being a guy?
Just because she had a large dick didn't make her a guy.

God, she needed large dick inside her...

"Cyndi, is everything OK?"
"Wait, aren't you Cyndi? We were here to uhhhh... find a guy? He did something to you?"
"No Cyndi, you were here to ask for a job at my burlesque house, Whimsy. And you definitely have it."
"Oh, yay! I passed the interview! But..."
"But?"

Cyndi wanted to cry a little.
"I don't remember your name, boss!"
Her new boss smiled.
"It's Trinette, my dear."
Cyndi grinned.
"Ahhh, I love your name! Is it French? It sounds French!"

Trinette kept smiling.
"It is! You're a smart one, aren't you?"
"I 'unno, I'm just happy to have a job!"

Cyndi paused.
"Wait... what do I do for you?"
"Oh you'll be pleasuring people in all sorts of ways. Pole dancing, lap dancing-"
"Can I fuck them?"

Trinette chuckled.
"Of course! They'll pay good money for you too!"
"Yessss, I need that money to get my nails done, and get some new clothes and-"
"Tell you what, Cyndi. For coming out all this way, the first shopping spree's on me."

Cyndi screamed in delight.
"BEST BOSS EVERRRRRR!"

Trinette stroked her new employee's chin.
"But there is one last thing I need you to do, to seal the deal."
"Oh, like give you my Social Security? 'Cos, like, I..."

Cyndi looked down, forgetting she wasn't wearing anything.
"Oh shit, I'm naked! Fuck, I need my license and shit!"

Trinette soothed her.
"No, no, honey. I have all of that. No, I need you to do a... let's say, taste test."
"I don't get it."

Trinette took off her dress, letting Cyndi see her erect cock.
Cyndi gasped at the sight of it.
It was big! And she wanted it.

Didn't she?
There was a lingering voice inside her, that said something wasn't right.
Like she wasn't supposed to be on her knees.

But then, how could she suck her boss' dick if she wasn't?
She deep-throated the cock, rubbing her new employer's balls all the while.
"Ohhh, that's it, Cyndi. You're so fucking good at this."
Cyndi kept sucking, her eyes looking right up at her boss for approval.
Trinette smiled the whole time, encouraging her.
Cyndi sucked harder, wanting nothing more than for her boss to reward her with cum.

And she was rewarded as a good slut is.

She happily swallowed her boss' entire load, licking the cock a little while longer in appreciation.
"Oh Cyndi, you most definitely have the job. You're a top quality slut."
Cyndi looked up and beamed.
A little bit of cum dribbled out of her mouth.

A former wannabe FBI prospect, now someone who would be fooled into thinking Federal Boob Inspector was a real government job.
It could not have gone any better for Trinette.

She reached down and presented Cyndi with the items she had grabbed earlier.
It was a pile of clothes, chief among them a sparkly green dress and a pair of red kitten heels.
"Are these for me?!"
"Yes darling, you left your clothes at home."
"Oh my God, and the cops didn't arrest me!"

Trinette put her clothes back on, chuckling at how stupid Cyndi was becoming.
Easily suggestible.
The bimbo serum worked so well, and she was pleased that she had been able to take a variant that quickly changed her gender while retaining her intelligence.
Now she and her partner could build an empire together, saving that variant only for the worthy.

Cyndi quickly got dressed, ready to face the world as a happily employed slut.
Trinette took her hand.
"Come Cyndi, let's get you familiar with your new workplace, and we'll have some martinis to celebrate."
"Fuck yeah, time to get my drunk on!"

As they were walking out of the warehouse, one last shred of Mason tried to claw back out.

"Wait... no, no, this isn't right. My name is Mason..."
"Yes, Cyndi Mason."
"What?"
"Mason is your last name, dear. Try to remember."
"Are you sure?"

Trinette turned around, pulling some things out of her purse.
"No, see, here's proof!"
Trinette handed Cyndi a card.
It said "You are Cyndi Mason."

"Oh my god, I am so stupid! Are you sure you want a dum-dum like me working for you, boss?"
"You are the ideal woman for our establishment, Cyndi. I have a few other girls, but none quite like you. And I hope I come across more like you."
Cyndi wanted to cry.
Her boss was so sweet, so kind, so hot.
She hit the jackpot.

"Ready for drinks, dear?"
"Let's go, boss!"

The two walked out hand in hand.
And that was the end of Mason
He had lost the fight to maintain control, and now he would be under Trinette's control.

But now that she was Cyndi, she didn't care.
She was going to make money hand over fist, and be fucked in all the ways she craved.
And no one would care what happened to Mason, anyway.

After all, Mason was someone you had to really try to remember.

THE END.