Kelly Vincent had a dream. Kelly's dream was to leave 
behind the humdrum world of her everyday, 9-to-5 existence 
and become a world-renowned Broadway actress. 

Ronald Horner, Kelly's longtime secret admirer, also had a 
dream. Ron's dream was also for Kelly to become a world-
renowned stage performer, only not as an actress. Ever 
since the beautiful Kelly gently and innocently rejected 
Ron, several years ago, he has longed for revenge. Then, 
with no apparent explanation whatsoever, Ron's annual New 
Year's Eve wish, to see Kelly transformed into his dream-
girl, came true.

In Ron's fantasy, the sweet, kindhearted, girl-next-door 
Kelly Vincent would slowly, inexorably cease to exist. At 
first Kelly wouldn't quite understand her growing obsession 
with pantyhose, but over time her desire to constantly wear 
the silky, form-fitting garment would become second nature 
to her. Even when her friends and family questioned her 
decision to wear beige, hipster pantyhose under her bikini 
on trips to the beach, she would simply respond with, "I 
like how they make my legs look." 

And she did. In fact, Kelly began to love how pantyhose 
made her legs look. She also began to love how pantyhose 
made other women's legs look. Soon she was taking every 
opportunity she could to check out other women's legs in 
pantyhose. Initially, the completely heterosexual Kelly 
worried about the arousal she felt looking at another 
woman's nylon clad legs. It didn't matter if the woman was 
supermodel-gorgeous, or a frumpy housewife; in fact just 
the thought of a pudgy, middle aged woman in a too-short, 
too-tight skirt, black pantyhose and red, Peggy Bundy 
stiletto mules, nearly made her orgasm. 

It wasn't long though before these feelings also stopped 
bothering Kelly. She even went so far as to revise the 
dress code of the store that she managed. She now required 
the female employees to wear skirts with pantyhose and 
heels. A few of the younger girls complained that pantyhose 
and heels were uncomfortable and outdated, but Kelly 
insisted that it gave them a more professional appearance. 
What she didn't mention was that it also gave her more 
material for her ever-increasing pantyhose fantasies. She 
often pictured her coworkers nude except for their 
pantyhose, on their knees, kissing and licking her own 
pantyhosed legs and pantyhosed pussy.

Soon however, the girls didn't have to worry about the new 
dress code. Kelly found it increasingly difficult, if not 
impossible to do her job correctly. The constant 
distraction of the other girls' pantyhosed legs was 
becoming unbearable. When Dawn would slip off her heels at 
the end of the night to finish closing up the store, it was 
all Kelly could do to keep from begging the blonde teenager 
to let Kelly suck on her pantyhosed toes. 

What made matters even worse was the imperceptible, yet 
inexorable decrease in Kelly's IQ. On New Year's Day, the 
bright, college-educated young woman had a respectable 132 
IQ. By the following Christmas, however, she found it 
nearly impossible to run the store, with her now pitiful IQ 
of 84. Kelly once loved her job, but actually felt very 
relieved when upper management informed her that her 
services would no longer be required. The following day she 
applied for the job she had actually been longing for the 
past couple of months.

"You applied, where???" her fiancé, Tyler asked 
incredulously.

"I told you, silly - Hooters. I'm gonna be a Hooters girl!" 
Kelly beamed.

"But, Kelly, you hate that place. You won't even go there 
to eat!"

Kelly became somewhat confused as she vaguely remembered 
her steadfast refusal to "patronize an establishment that 
so obviously pandered to the baser instincts of men and 
reduced women to mere sexual innuendo." Unfortunately she 
really couldn't remember what most of that meant anymore, 
so she simply replied, "Nuh-uh. Besides I love their 
uniforms! I can't wait to start!"

Her moment of confusion and concern had passed, and Kelly 
was once again smiling as she dreamed of showing off her 
pantyhosed legs.

After a brief training period, Kelly, or, Kiki, as her 
nametag read, was ready to waitress solo. It seemed that 
this Hooters already had a waitress named "Kelly," as well 
as one named "Kelli," so our Ms. Vincent decided to go with 
the nickname "Kiki," because it was, in her words, "cute 'n 
sexy." 

Despite her tendency to get orders wrong (she was actually 
right a little less than half the time), Kiki quickly 
became a favorite among the customers. It wasn't because 
she had the best body of all the girls, she was actually 20 
pounds overweight, and she didn't carry it in her modest, 
B-cup breasts, but rather in her wide hips and pillowy ass. 
Of course, the fact that she had chosen to wear the 
smallest-sized shorts and the most miniscule top the 
restaurant allowed, helped tremendously. On Kiki, the 
uniform was more like a swimsuit, leaving nothing to the 
imagination as it clung to her every nook and cranny.

This obviously generated above average tips for Kiki, as 
did her ability to "work" the customers. She constantly 
flirted with the male customers, sometimes going so far as 
to initiate some intimate physical contact when no one was 
looking. It was rare for one of Kiki's customers, whether 
he was 18, 98, or any age in between, to leave without a 
raging hard-on.

You'd think all this would have made the other girls 
jealous. After all, you know how catty women can be, and 
how competitive the world of waitressing is, especially in 
a place like Hooters. But that wasn't the case. All the 
girls loved Kiki. She always gave the absolute best foot 
rubs at the end of the night and even began to launder 
several of the college-age waitress's uniforms and 
pantyhose for them. She said it was to save them money on 
laundry, but really it was so she could take them home and 
secretly masturbate with them as she fantasized about going 
down on her coworkers while one of her regulars fucked her 
though her pantyhose.

Kiki devoted practically all of her sexual energy to these 
fantasies, which had put a real strain on her relationship 
with Tyler. "Damn it, Kelly, you come home from that job 
every night and lock yourself in the bathroom for an hour, 
doing god knows what. Then, when you finally come out, 
you're always too tired to do anything except go to sleep. 
Be honest with me, are you... are you... seeing someone 
else?"

"I'm sorry, are you talking to me?"

"And that's another thing - you're crazy if you think I'm 
going to start calling you Kiki."

"Why? That's my name."

"No, it isn't! Your name is Kelly. Kiki is just some stupid 
air-headed nickname you use at work."

"Well I like it. Kiki's a lot more fun than boring old 
Kelly, and from now on that's all I'm gonna answer to." And 
she [CENSORED] stuck her tongue out at the man who loved 
her.

Two weeks later, Tyler moved out. He stopped by the 
restaurant unexpectedly one night and saw Kelly, er, Kiki 
in ation. She was waiting on a table of 20-something guys 
and was continually bending over to pick up forks or knives 
they "accidentally" dropped on the floor. Each time she 
did, she spread her legs a little and bent at the waist 
offering the five guys, and practically all the other 
customers, including Tyler, a very good view of her shaved 
and swollen labia, which were only slightly obscured by the 
shiny, suntan pantyhose.

Tyler was stunned as he watched his once conservative 
fiancée act more like a stripper than a waitress. His 
surprise quickly turned to anger as he watched the young 
guys repeatedly pawing his girlfriend. However he wasn't 
sure if he was angrier with the guys for caressing her legs 
and ass, or at her for encouraging it by rubbing closer 
against them each time they touched her. In fact, he could 
swear he saw a dark spot forming on the tiny strip of 
orange material that stretched between her legs. He began 
to look for a bouncer to put an end to this when he noticed 
both bouncers standing by the door watching Kiki's show. 
They were elbowing each other and nodding knowingly, as if 
this sort of thing had happened before.

When Tyler turned back, what he saw was the final straw. 
The girl he was supposed to marry six months from now was 
sitting in the lap of a 22-year-old skate punk. She had her 
right arm draped around his neck as she filled his mug with 
beer from the pitcher in her left hand. Meanwhile, he was 
greedily mauling one of her obviously braless breasts with 
his left hand, as his right hand slipped between her open 
legs and under the orange crotch of her nylon shorts. 

Tyler watched with numbness as Kiki's head lolled back 
against the kid's shoulder and she bit her bottom lip. She 
closed her eyes, and clenched her legs together on the 
guy's fingers as he explored her pussy through the hole he 
had torn in her now soaked pantyhose. Despite the somewhat 
overdone, almost slutty make-up she had taken to wearing, 
Tyler recognized the unmistakable look of ecstasy on Kiki's 
face. She was having an orgasm right in front of him and 
the rest of the restaurant.

As he sat in stunned silence, Kiki whispered something 
breathlessly into her violator's ear. When she climbed off 
his lap she gave his very obvious hard-on a squeeze and 
blew him a kiss. She then took a deep long bow, this time 
revealing bare labia, slick with her pussy juices to the 
restaurant. One of the other guys at the table quickly ran 
a finger up along her exposed crack and popped it into his 
mouth. Kiki simply winked and him and hurried back to 
change into a fresh pair of pantyhose - her fourth pair 
that night. 

Tyler was a jumble of emotions - disbelief, anger and 
disappointment. He numbly got up walked out of the 
restaurant without saying a word to anyone. While he was at 
home packing, his former fiancée was at work ruining three 
more pairs of pantyhose. She was also earning her largest 
tip ever - $150, which she received from a Mr. Steinmetz 
after giving his father, Bill a seventy-fifth birthday 
present he would never forget. On her break, she had agreed 
to meet Mr. Steinmetz and his father in the parking lot, or 
more specifically, in the back of the Steinmetz' Chevy 
Suburban. 

In addition to giving Bill his first opportunity in about 
30 years to finger-fuck a woman, Kiki boldly slipped the 
man's cock out of his trousers and gave him a first-class 
hand-job. As she sat on his lap facing him, she rubbed his 
cock against her glistening pussy lips and tried her best 
not to let it slip inside her, but it was really hard to 
concentrate when she was this horny. She was sure no harm 
would come from the one or two... okay 17 times he had 
accidentally penetrated her. After all, she made sure to 
pull his cock out as soon as she felt his cum spurting deep 
into her pussy. 

Unfortunately, between the Viagra, and this being Bill's 
real first orgasm in 20 years, it was rather "intense." 
Kiki barely got her eyes closed before the semen splattered 
onto her face and into her hair. When she opened her eyes, 
she looked at the old man in whose lap she was sitting, and 
then down at herself. It was as if the fog of the past 18 
months had suddenly lifted from her mind; Kelly realized 
with horror what she had become. She was about to cry when 
Bill grabbed her roughly by the back of her long, chestnut 
brown hair and pulled her face to his for a clumsy yet 
passionate French kiss. Kelly struggled, but was too weak 
to pull away. In an instant Kiki was returning the 75 year 
old's kiss as if he was her long lost lover. 

As she fixed her cum matted hair in the rear-view mirror, 
and applied yet another layer of make-up, Kiki thought 
about her arguments with Tyler. "Who needs that jerk?" she 
thought, "I'm a hot piece of ass and I can get any man, or 
woman, I want." She then proudly collected her $150 "tip" 
from Mr. Steinmetz and walked to the back door of the 
restaurant, cum dripping from her gaping cunt onto her 
pantyhosed legs.

So Kiki wasn't really surprised to find all of Tyler's 
belongings gone when she got home late that night. In fact 
she was relieved that she could now masturbate in the 
comfort of her own bed with her coworkers sweaty, sticky 
pantyhose. She drifted off to sleep that night thinking of 
Carrie, the new black girl Carl had hired. She dreamed of 
making love to Carrie, first kissing her way from the black 
girl's pantyhosed toes to her pantyhosed cunt. The two 
would then briefly 69'ed before Kiki turned Carrie around 
and began to fuck her.

At first Kiki was using a rather crude, pink rubber strap-
on dildo to penetrate Carrie's hot, wet pussy, but with 
each thrust the dildo became more defined, more realistic. 
Soon the rubber penis not only looked more real, it felt 
more real. In fact it began to feel like it was a part of 
Kiki. She could feel the hot, moist friction of the huge 
penis inside Carrie's tight cunt. Kiki could even feel 
"her" balls slapping against Carrie's skin as she fucked 
her harder and deeper. Just as she felt the cum flooding 
through her cock and into Carrie's pussy, Kiki awoke to the 
most intense, most pleasurable orgasm of her life. 

The next six months were the best of Kiki's life. She 
easily made $500 a night in tips, mostly out in the parking 
lot on her breaks, and on the weekends she could clear 
$1000 easily. She was even sure all the cum she was 
swallowing was improving her complexion better. (It wasn't, 
she was just getting more skillful at applying the heavy, 
garish make-up she now always wore.) 

Kiki's strange, yet immensely satisfying dreams continued 
too. She looked forward to her nightly dream-trysts with 
her sexy, pantyhosed coworkers. Over the course of the past 
few weeks she had dream-fucked Carrie, Kelly, Rita, Patty, 
Bethany, Kelli, Lauren, Xian, Tess and Trisha several times 
each. It had gotten to the point now that she always had a 
penis in her dreams. So she wasn't really surprised that 
Monday morning in June when she reached between her legs 
and found an erect, 2" penis and peanut-sized testicles 
growing where her well used pussy had been when she went to 
sleep the night before. She was however slightly concerned 
about how it would affect her job at Hooters.

The first few days with a dick weren't too bad for Kiki. 
Her cock was small enough for her to tuck away when it was 
soft and only became a problem when she got aroused. 
Actually everyone was too distracted by the more obvious 
change in her - her breasts, to notice the little bulge 
between her legs. Kiki hadn't even realized it that first 
morning, but by the third day, she couldn't deny that she 
had inexplicably grown from a modest, yet perfect-for-her-
frame B-cup to a slightly absurd DD. And the weirdest thing 
was that they didn't look or feel natural. The way they sat 
on her chest and the odd way her nipples looked made it 
appear that she'd had a cheap, poorly done boob-job.

However, she couldn't worry about that because at the same 
time her seemingly fake tits were growing, her all-too 
natural cock was also growing. By the fourth day it was up 
to 5" long when hard and was now nearly impossible to hide, 
but she somehow made it through the day. When she awoke the 
fifth day, and it was yet an inch longer and her balls were 
now the size of acorns, Kiki decided to call off work. In 
fact, she took the next three days off, which nearly broke 
her heart. Not only wouldn't she be able to ogle her sexy, 
pantyhosed coworkers, but also it was the weekend of the 
big Harley convention and she knew she'd be able to make 
thousands in "tips" from all the horny bikers.

But there was no way she could work in her condition. Even 
though her cock stopped growing not long after that, it was 
impossible to hide any more and she'd have to quit her job. 
She had even tried control-top pantyhose, which she hated, 
but they only hurt her balls and you could still see the 
huge bulge of her cock. 

No, there was no way around it, Kiki realized as she 
studied her body in the mirror; her career as the best 
Hooters girl ever was over. Sure, her ass was still as 
plump and sexy as ever. And yes, her [CENSORED] hips 
still swayed sexily when she tottered around on her 6" 
platform sandals. Her obscenely fake EEE titties still 
jiggled and bounced on her tiny frame. But her gorgeous 12" 
cock and golfball-sized nuts were all too obvious under the 
sheer, form-fitting, and barely legal wardrobe she had 
acquired over the past two years. She really got off on it 
when someone gasped at the outline of her monstrous cock in 
the skintight silver "booty shorts" she liked to wear to 
the mall over her black bodystocking. But then again, maybe 
they were just oogling her sexy titties, which kept 
threatening to fall free of the bodystocking and her 
matching silver bolero jacket.

Yep, it was definitely time for a career-change Kiki 
thought as she stroked her hot, hard cock through her nude, 
seamless pantyhose. But she was stumped. What could a girl 
like her do? She couldn't ask her parents for advice. They 
had officially disowned her after her little brother caught 
her gang-fucking six members of his baseball team after the 
state championship game. She vaguely remembered wrapping 
her cum-soaked, pantyhosed legs around Johnny and begging 
him to "fill my sloppy-wet cunt with your beautiful fuck 
stick." 

Johnny had simply pushed her away in disgust, as had her 
dad at her apartment the next day. She had answered the 
door wearing only a pair of lacy white pantyhose and white 
platform pumps. This was Kiki's "relaxing around the house" 
outfit. Despite her father's stunned reaction at seeing his 
once modest daughter half-naked and dressed like a hooker, 
both he and her mother came in. 

Mr. Vincent asked about what her brother had told them 
happened, and Kiki replied, "Yeah, that poop-head wouldn't 
fuck me, but you will, won't you daddy?" as she began to 
unzip her father's pants. He shoved her roughly away and 
Kiki lost her balance and fell on her ass on the hard 
kitchen floor.

The shock of her fall caused Kelly to weep; not out of 
pain, but rather out of shame and disgust. "Oh m-m-my God. 
M-Mom? Dad? Wh-what has been h-h-happening to me?"

"Oh, Kelly, my poor, sweet baby," her mother replied, 
kneeling down to hug her once again normal daughter.

Unfortunately, her mother's tender embrace was the last 
thing Kelly needed. Kiki stopped crying and whispered in 
her mother's ear that she wanted to "bury my face in your 
juicy snatch and lick your tasty cunt to the best orgasm of 
your life, but only if you put on some pantyhose first."

The last thing Kiki's father ever said to her was, "You're 
no daughter of mine. You're no Vincent!"

She had not actually used the name Vincent since she 
started answering only to Kiki, but she felt like she 
needed a new name anyway. It took her a whole week to come 
up with her new last name - Kockslut. She loved the sound 
of it - Kiki Kockslut. It sounded so sophisticated to her. 
She probably would've been proud of herself for spelling 
cock with a "K" if she had realized that's not how it was 
supposed to be spelled.

But that was six months ago. In that time she fondly 
remembered fucking about 300 guys, licking around 60 cunts, 
swallowing at least 20 gallons of cum, and depositing 
$2,000 in bank. She'd made a lot more than that in "tips," 
of course, but most of it had been used up on the constant 
AIDS tests she had, all of which had miraculously come up 
negative, and her three back-alley abortions. Anyway, $2000 
wasn't going to last very long for someone who spent $300 a 
week on pantyhose, shoes and make-up. Kiki Kockslut needed 
a job!

Suddenly she realized whom she should call - that sweet 
guy, Ron. He used to have a crush on Kiki and even though 
she hadn't thought about him in over 5 years, she was 
somehow sure he'd help her figure out her life. Ron of 
course was expecting Kiki's call and was more than anxious 
to help her out. 

Ron reminded Kiki of her dream to perform on stage and told 
her that he was sure with a little training, she could 
still realize that dream. Kiki was so excited she readily 
agreed. Within a week the two of them were on a plane to 
New Orleans to enroll Kiki in "the premiere dance school in 
America." Kiki passed her auction at Shalimar's Shemale 
Review, the dirtiest and least reputable bar on Bourbon 
street, with flying colors, although the owner had a few 
minor suggestions...

When she took the stage three weeks later, Shalimar's 
newest attraction - The Kumtastic Kiki Kockslut was an 
instant hit. And she was so glad that she had listened to 
Ronny and Shalimar. The permanently tattooed black 
eyeliner, white eye shadow, maroon blush and metallic blue 
lipstick saved her tons of time in the morning and didn't 
have to be touched up when she washed a load of cum off her 
face, which she did a lot! At first all the piercings were 
hard to get used to, but the customers seemed to love them, 
especially her tongue-studs, nose rings and eyebrow-pins. 

Kiki also felt the heavy gold nipple rings really 
accentuated her tits, which she felt were kind of 
understated, even though she'd had them increased, 
surgically this time, to GGG at Shalimar's and Ron's 
suggestion. This was at the same time she'd had her lips 
inflated with silicon and her eyelid muscles trimmed. She 
now had lips like pillows and eyes that wouldn't open more 
than half way, giving her the appearance of always being 
stoned, and always ready to suck a cock, which the 
customers loved! 

They also loved her tattoos. She had a red and green dragon 
coiling up her left leg and a black panther prowling down 
her right leg. On her back she sported a huge tattoo of a 
woman looking into a mirror. On the left was a dead-on 
image of the woman Kelly Vincent used to be - innocent, 
conservative and beautiful. On the right was Kiki Kockslut 
- cheap, big-titted shemale stripper/whore. The artwork was 
perfect, yet it was impossible to tell which was the 
reflection and which the true person. Despite that though, 
Kiki's favorite tattoos, the ones that always made her 
giggle when she thought about them were the matching arrows 
on her ass cheeks that pointed to her immensely stretched-
out asshole, and which read, "Open For Business" in neon 
sign style letters.

But while everyone enjoyed Kiki's ever present crotchless 
pantyhose, cartoonishly ridiculous tits, crack-whore face, 
and heavily tattooed body, there was only want thing that 
kept them coming back and clamoring for more - Kiki's Kock. 
Thanks to the "herbal supplements" Shalimar and Ronny had 
given her, Kiki's cock was now a full 16" long and 3" thick 
when hard and could shoot cum twenty feet. She was the only 
shemale in the world who could tit-fuck herself, and give 
herself a blowjob. Not that she ever had to, except for the 
show. There were always plenty of paying customers willing 
to try to take her immense, pierced cock down their 
throats, or up their ass, or as was secretly Kiki's 
favorite - up their pussies. Yes, Kiki loved fucking sexy 
young women in pantyhose. After all, that's what she was 
born to do. Her best friend Ronny told her so.

(This is my first attempt at TG fiction; I hope you've 
enjoyed it. If anyone would like the story of Kiki to 
continue, or if you'd like to see similar type stories, 
please e-mail me at: my6inchheels@yahoo.com. Any 
constructive criticism would be appreciated.)