Date: Wed, 13 Aug 2003 06:50:38 -0700 (PDT)
From: Nicki Cummin <nickislavin@yahoo.com>
Subject: Nichole Makes Big Changes - Part 2

Thanks for all the wonderful e-mails concerning part 1, I hope you enjoy
part 2 as well.

Feel free to e-mail with your comments and questions, so far I have been
able to reply to every e-mail I have received.  Enjoy the reading. Oh
yes....I am living this story for real.


Straight Nichole Makes BIG Changes - Part 2

This is just a continuation of my story of shock and surprise for me.  I
hope you enjoyed Part 1.

As we drove toward my house I was pretty much a zombie due to all of the
alcohol I had consumed.  As I later found out, Kris had been adding a
little Vodka to my beer, while she had been drinking plain soft drinks.  In
hindsight, I don't mind and am glad she did.  We made some small talk
during the trip, I guess, although I don't recall it.

When we got to my house, Kris had to help me into the place.  As we
entered, I said I was tired and needed to go to bed.  Kris offered to help
me into bed.  I immediately came to my senses and replied that it was OK, I
could make it.  There were some items in my room I preferred she not see.

Kris insisted that she at least help me get my boots off.  I agreed, and
she sat me down on the sofa.  She sat on the floor at my feet and unzipped
the boots and gently pulled them off.  As the last boot came off, I let out
a big sigh.  She asked, "What is wrong, are you OK."  I responded, "Oh yes,
it just feels so good to be out of those monster heels, my feet are killing
me."

Kris responded, "I am sorry your feet hurt, but you looked really good in
those heels, you should wear them more often."  She then added, "Since you
wore them for me, let me give you a foot massage."

She then began to massage my feet causing me to relax more and more.  This
on top of my drunkenness caused me to nearly fall asleep.  After a few
moments, I exclaimed, "I have to get to bed if I am going to get to work in
the morning."

Kris then said, "OK, but since Jon isn't here to pick me up yet, I am
helping you to bed."

I was so exhausted; I could no longer resist, and really kind of forgot
about the things she would see in my bedroom.  Kris helped me up, I leaned
on her, and we walked toward my room.  As we entered the room I fell on the
bed.  Kris then began to help me undress.  She first removed my pantyhose,
and went to lay them on my nightstand.  We she did, she saw something I had
forgotten about.  There, lying on its side was a nice large vibrator.  She
looked at it, then me, and said, "Well that is something I didn't expect to
see here."  I asked what she was talking about.  She picked it up, and held
it in front of me, and said, "This little self pleasuring device."

I looked at this toy, then at her, and said, "Oh my God, you weren't to see
that, and I am so embarrassed."

Kris then shocked me when she said, "Oh that is OK.  You should see my
collection.  Maybe I'll show it to you the next time you are over."  She
then continued to help me undress.  As she got me down to my bra and
panties, she found me wearing some plain old inexpensive everyday underwear
from a local discount store.  Kris then commented, "This isn't very
exciting, you deserve better than this."

As I lay there, Kris then leaned forward and gave me another kiss.  Her
right hand then gently found my breast and began to massage slowly with
great tenderness.  This was the first time in over a year another person
had touched me.  I began to squirm when the phone rang.

I answered the phone to find Jon on the other end.  He asked to speak to
Kris, and I gave her the phone.  He told her he would be at the house in a
couple of minutes.  She hung up the phone and said she had to leave, but we
would continue our discussions in the near future.

She covered me with a blanket, set my alarm and showed herself out.  I fell
asleep, only to be awakened the next morning by my alarm clock.  I leapt
out of bed, and gathered my senses, I realized it was Thursday, January 2,
2003, and I had about 1-1/2 hours to get to work.  With a HUGE hangover, I
began to shower and dress.  As I prepared for work, and drove the 30
minutes, only due to light holiday traffic, I began to remember all that
occurred the day before.  I became scared, as I could not imagine how I was
going to face Kris at work, knowing what she now knew.  I pulled into the
parking lot, parked my car, got out and began the walk to my office.  Just
as a matter of information.  I was back dressed in my usual,
ultra-conservative style, with only 1" heels.

I entered the office, went to my office and got right to work.  I didn't
see Kris for a couple of hours.  My intercom rang; I looked on the display
screen and saw the message that the call was coming from Kris's office.  I
began to get very nervous, and broke out into a cold sweat.  I picked up
the receiver and pretending not to know who was on the other end I
answered, "Good morning, this is Nichole."

Kris responded, "Good morning, I hope you are OK."  I replied that I was.
Kris then said, "Aren't we rather formal this AM."  I explained I hadn't
looked at the screen and didn't know whom it was when I answered.  Kris
then asked about lunch plans.  Since we ate lunch together nearly everyday,
this was not unusual.  We made plans with no further conversation.

When we went to lunch there were others present, and so nothing was said
about the big holiday events.  In fact nothing was said at all about the
events for the next few days.  I was so happy; I thought perhaps she was
going to just let it all go.

About two weeks later, at the end of a busy Thursday, I drove home after
work.  As I walked toward the house, I noticed a package leaning against my
front door.  I picked it up and went inside.  I sat down on the sofa, and
looked at the box.  There was no address on the box, just my name.  I
opened the box, and found a note inside.  It read, "Thanks for a wonderful
New Year's celebration.  You are a great person, who I would like to get to
know better on a personal level.  If you are interested at all, you can let
me know by wearing this outfit to work tomorrow.  Love, Kris"

As I looked into the package, I found a number of items.  These included a
very nice bra that would lift my ample breasts and display them
prominently, a little matching thong, a pair of patterned hose, a simple
little royal blue dress that fell about 4" above my knees, with a matching
jacket, and a pair of pumps with 3 1/2" heels.  I looked at the outfit and
began to panic.  What was I going to do?

I sat around and did the usual things I do in the evening, listen to some
music, watch some TV, and surf the net, but most of all I worried about
what I was going to do the next day.  I went to bed early, as I was still
tired from the holiday festivities, but had trouble sleeping.

As my alarm went off in the morning, I rolled out of bed, with a little
more time to get ready, as I had adjusted the wake-up time back to my
normal wake-up time.  I now had about 3 hours before I had to be at work.
I started my normal routine.  I worked out for 45 minutes, checked for
e-mails, and then showered.  As I stepped out of the shower, I saw my new
outfit hanging where I left it the night before.  It was time to make a
decision.  I decided to go for it, what did I have to lose.

I dressed in my new outfit, walked to my car, and began the drive.  As I
looked down at my seldom-exposed knees, I decided I would just tell people;
it was a part of the new me I had decided to put forth in 2003.

I pulled into the parking lot, got out of my car and walked into the
office.  There standing by the front door, was my boss.  He commented,
"Wow, don't you look different.  You look really good Nicki."  I simply
said, "Thanks, it's a new me for 2003."  I then proceeded to my office.

As I worked, I noticed a strange sensation running through my body.  It was
a combination of both fear and excitement.  The excitement came from the
many comments I received, some of which I am sure I was not supposed to
hear, to the looks of amazement from many who didn't know the beauty that
had been hiding these past three years.  The fear came from knowing that I
was going to be seeing Kris in a few minutes, and not knowing how she was
going to react.

It about 10 minutes, Kris stuck her head in the door and asked if I was
ready for our meeting.  I replied I was.  She said, "Good, I have been
hearing about your new outfit."  She asked the receptionist to hold our
calls, walked in my office, closed the door and locked it.  Kris then
walked behind my desk, took me by the hand, stood me up, and pulled me
toward her, put her arms around me, squeezed me tight, and kissed me like I
had never been kissed before.

Kris then said, "I am so happy you wore the outfit. You look awesome, and
everyone in the office is talking about you.  The guys can't believe it,
and many of the girls are talking about how you must have a new man in your
life."

I said, "If only they knew."  We talked for a while about how we had each
been doing over the past couple of weeks, and how we had both been thinking
of the other person.  Kris still didn't bring up the subject of the
vibrator, so I thought perhaps it was nothing she thought much about.

Kris then commented how upset she was that she was going out of town for a
couple of weeks and we wouldn't be able to get together.  She then said
that she and Jon were going to a big formal Valentine's Day party on
Friday, February 14, 2003, and she knew Pete still did not have a date, and
she knew he wanted to ask me out for a date, but had been very busy, and
for some reason didn't think I was interested in him.

I said, I would go, but I had nothing to wear.  I added, I would love to go
with Pete, and would like to see him before that even.  Kris then
commented, "Don't worry about not having anything to wear, we can shop when
I get back from trip.  As for Pete, She and Jon were getting together for
drinks after work, and Pete would be there, and since I looked so good, I
should come, and further things along with Pete."

I agreed to go.  We then got into our business at hand, and completed the
day's work.  At the end of the day, we all met for drinks.  Pete and Jon
were both impressed with my new look.  The subject of the Valentine's Day
party came up. And Pete asked if I would go with him.  I agreed and said
how I would have to go shopping.

Pete then said, "Well remember when you shop, I like women in tight slinky
outfits."  I said, "I don't know, that could be a stretch for me."

The evening continued, and we all parted company.  When Kris left that
night, I knew I wouldn't see her for a couple of weeks, and then it would
be time for shopping.  Kris also told me I should go to a particular store,
where she had bought my outfit, and to ask for Jeannie, who would take care
of me.  Kris continued by saying, "After all, you need to continue your HOT
new look."

I went home, and went to bed, knowing, I had a shopping trip to complete
the next week.

I went to bed on Friday night, with a few too many drinks and slept much to
late on Saturday.  I did the normal errands on Saturday, and spent the nest
day sitting around the house being bored.  But around 9:00 PM, something
unique happened.

The telephone rang, and I looked on the caller ID, and saw a number from
Colorado, and I knew that is where Kris and Jon had gone, so I picked up
the phone.  To my surprise, there was Kris on the other end.  She asked how
I was doing, and I told her just being bored.  She commented that she would
have to work on that soon.  She then asked if I had visited the boutique
she had told me about.  I responded that I had not.  She then became a bit
irate.  She said, "I told you to go, and I meant you should go this
weekend.  I didn't mean you should go whenever you want.  Now you have to
go next Saturday, in fact I will call Jeannie and make an appointment for
you at 8:30 AM next Saturday, so make sure you are there."

Being a bit perplexed and shocked, I responded, "Absolutely."

The next week went by, and everyday I wondered why it was such a big deal
that I go so early in the morning.  But, on Saturday, I arrived at the
little Boutique in the Buckhead portion of town, just as I was instructed.
When I knocked on the door, an attractive 30 something woman opened the
door.  She said hello and introduced herself, I did the same.  She then
told me she had already picked out a couple of outfits, based on some
guidance she had received from Kris.  One was a typical little business
suit, with a skirt and jacket, but the skirt was about 4" above me knees,
with a slit up the front on the left side.  I was a little uneasy, but she
said it was fine, and I looked really good in it.  The other outfit, was a
pair of slacks that rode low on my hips, and a small top which exposed a
great deal of my breasts, and how a halter top which showed my bare back.
She also had a contrasting jacket that went with the outfit.  She packaged
the items, and wished me good luck.  As I was about to leave the store, she
gave me a little box with a necklace in it and said it was a gift from
Kris, but I was not to open it until she told me to.  I walked out of the
store and got in the car.

As I was driving home my cell phone rang, it was Pete.  He asked what I was
doing for dinner that night, and I told him I had no immediate plans.  He
asked if I would like to go to dinner and a movie, being rather lonely, I
said sure.  He said great, and why don't you wear the slacks and top you
just bought.  How did he know?  The answer was simple, the clerk was his
sister, and Kris had told him I was going their shopping.  I agreed.

Pete picked me up about 6:30.  Now remember, Pete is 6' 7" and I only 5'
5".  We make for an interesting couple.  We had a nice dinner, and went to
see a rather scary movie, but he cradled me in his arms to comfort me.
After dinner, he asked if I would like a drink.  I said sure.  He said he
knew just the spot to go where everyone would enjoy meeting me.

As he drove, I had no idea where we were going, and we carried on with some
small talk.  To my shock, he took me to a little neighborhood bar, very
quiet and very dark.  I asked, "why here?"  He responded, "it is quiet and
we can talk and we can get to know each other and no one will bother us."
I couldn't really argue with his logic.  After a few drinks he asked if I
was ready to go.  I said sure, I was getting tired anyhow.  He took me
home, gave me a kiss and said, "I know you might be expecting more, but
since this was officially our first date, we will settle for a goodnight
kiss."  Although a little disappointed, I said OK, and gave him a nice kiss
on the lips.

I went inside, and noticed on my caller ID that Kris was home and had
called the house twice.  I felt terrible that I had missed her calls; I was
looking forward to talking to her.  I crawled into bed, and was well into
getting myself hot when the phone rang.  I was very startled, since it was
now past midnight.  I looked on the caller ID, and saw it was Kris.

I answered the telephone and heard Kris say, "So how was your evening, did
you get everything you wanted."  I responded, "It was a good evening, but
it would have been much better if there was a better climax to the
evening."  Kris said, "Don't worry, it will all work out."  We talked for
nearly 90 minutes about the office, her trip, my date, and my shopping
experience.  At the end of the call Kris said, "Well I'll see you Monday,
and I look forward to seeing you in your new skirt outfit and your 3 1/2"
heels, so rest your feet good tomorrow as we will be doing a lot of walking
Monday as we have to do a bit more shopping for you in the evening."

We said goodnight and I went fast asleep.  Sunday was uneventful and when I
awoke Monday morning, I knew it was going to be an interesting day.  I got
dressed as usual, put on my make-up, even though I wear very little, I did
apply a bit extra to make a good impression.  I slipped into my suit, and
heels.  I knew the skirt would raise a lot of questions at work, but there
was a piece of me that said I had to do it to please Kris.

Due to the normal awful traffic in Atlanta, I got to the office later than
usual.  I also found out there was construction going on in our parking
garage, and so I had to park about three blocks away, just what a needed, a
three-block walk in the highest heels I owned.  As I walked to the office,
I felt like I was on display as I could feel every man undressing me with
their eyes, I must have enjoyed it without knowing it, because my walk soon
turned into a strut, it was a new me.  When I got to the office, I got my
coffee as usual from the coffee stand in the entrance to the building and
took the elevator up to our offices.  When I walked into the office the
receptionist said, "Wow, you look great, what happened, did you get a new
guy in your life."  I replied, "Yea, there is someone new in my life."  I
left the conversation there and went straight to my office.  It was only a
moment when my phone rang, it was Kris.  I answered with a "Good Morning."
Kris replied, "Yes it is, but it will be so much better after work.  I will
see you at your place at 6:30 PM, ad stay in the outfit you have on."  I
heard nothing more from her that day.  However, my work required me to go
to court unexpectedly later that day.  It was a bit strange as the skirt
was a bit short for the courtroom, but I had no choice.  Fortunately, I was
able to stand or sit behind the table all day.  The down side was I had to
do a lot of walking and by the time I left work, my feet were killing me.
When I got home, I sat and waited for Kris to arrive.

About 6:35, Kris arrived, she said; let's go we have shopping to do.  We
went to the local mall and began a shopping spree like I had never been on.
We bought about five different suits, all with short skirts, some tight ass
jeans, and some tops that clung to me to show every inch of my large tits.
When we were done, Kris said, "There now you have a few more things to wear
to work this week."  We headed home and the evening ended with a huge kiss,
and Kris's hands wondering up my skirt, except this time I was completely
sober.  I let out a sexy groan.  Kris commented, "So you like my hand
there, I guess we will have to make plans on my schedule as to when you can
enjoy it more."

Over the next week, I wore the outfits we had bought and continued to get
plenty of comments, so I continued to purchase some more at Kris's favorite
boutique.  It was soon into February, and I had yet to purchase an outfit
for the Valentine's Day party.

I mentioned this to Kris on February 7th, she said, "Don't worry I already
have it.  Jeannie had ordered it for you.  It is all taken care of."  I
asked when I would see it.  She replied, "On the evening of the party."

I couldn't wait until February 14th.  As I had been instructed, I arrived
at Kris's around 5:30 PM, I had left work early.  As I walked in, I saw
there were candles burning and some nice soft music playing.  I told Kris I
had brought everything I was told to bring.  A pair of pajamas to spend the
night in, a bathing suit for the hot tub, a pair of "TIGHT" jeans and a
revealing top for the next day.  Additionally, I brought the outfit I had
worn on New Year's Eve as Kris and I were going out Saturday night as a
girl's night out.

I went into the bedroom I was told to, and found my outfit waiting for me
on the door.  It was a tight fitting slinky red dress, with a halter-top.
When I put it on my breasts were nearly falling out, the back was cut
almost to the waist.  I felt naked in it.  As I walked to the living room,
I saw Kris standing there, gorgeous as usual.  She said, "Damm, you look
better than I thought you would.  I said, "But what about shoes, the ones I
had worn at work wouldn't go with this outfit.  "

She said, " Don't worry, yours are on my bed.  When Pete comes to the door,
go into the bedroom, put them on and then walk out.  I don't want him to
see you until we are ready to go."

It was just a few moments when the doorbell rang.  I walked upstairs into
the bedroom, and found my shoes on her bed.  They were red 4 1/2" heels,
how would I be able to walk in them?  I slipped them on, and walked down
the stairs.  As Pete saw me, his jaw dropped open, he was speechless.

We got in the car and went to the ball.  Everyone I knew was speechless.
All of the guys wanted to dance with me, and I was told to dance with them.
By the end of the night, my feet were killing me.  Pete told me not to
worry; he would give me a nice foot rub when we got back to Jon and Kris's.
It seems Pete was spending the night as well, as he and Jon were leaving on
a business trip the next day.

When we got to Kris's, everyone agreed to get into the hot tub.  Since we
all had had a few drinks, we decided to get drunk in the tub.  It was only
a few moments before the heavy petting began.  The next thing I knew
bathing suits were coming off, I had to join in.  When Pete's came off, my
hand found this huge tool.  I thought I had grabbed hold of a horse.  To
make a long story short, I spent the night with Pete, got almost no sleep,
and was stretched bigger than I thought possible.


But that is not the hot part of this weekend that will begin with the next
part starting tomorrow morning.