As this was to be my final day and night as Katrina I awoke early. Sam was still in bed as I pulled my hair back into a pony tail and dressed in my running shorts and sports bra, I stopped a moment to admire how I looked. My hands roving my own girlish body, gently feeling my curves. Finding, to my surprise I had enjoyed so much. As I admired Katrina's wonderful body, I was assured at how sexy her body is though I do not believe she ever realized how perfect she was.

During the jog, my mind wandered with thoughts about the week I had spent in my wife's body and the things I had done as a woman. For, some reason today I was acutely aware of my surroundings as I jogged and the heads I turned. Smiling to myself every time I looked back to spot a man gawking at me. It was if it was a game to me. A game in which I had concluded it was much more enjoyable to be the woman turning men's heads then it was to be the man ogling the women.

As the run continued my desires grew as I recalled what I had accomplished this week. I had so willingly participated I thought to myself, as I whispered to myself. "What a slut, I am." As I smiled broadly, feeling as though I had accomplished something.

That had to be a result of my influence over Katrina, as she would have never so willingly gave herself to the things I had done in this body. Maybe I was willing as I assumed it was for only a week. It was a chance to experience sex as a female. A secret craving which many men had. Yet, even though I had experienced so much I wanted more. To experience even more taboo things. Taboo things such as being an escort, picking up a strange man and having him pay me for sex. Or maybe, a man forcing himself onto me to suck his cock, pushing me to my knees, my fears on edge as he takes my unwilling body. Even, the idea of a man with a large cock filling my body so full he was almost splitting me. Things so dirty, like me lying on my back in the center of a circle jerk as a multitude of men cover me with their seed.

I chuckled a bit to myself as I waited to cross the street, as my thoughts and desires where dirtier as a woman than the thoughts I had as a man. Now close to home, I realized I was going to miss being Katrina.

Opening the door, I had hoped to find Sam waiting to take me, telling me to suck him and part my legs. My body craved sexual stimulation and I wanted to experience as much as I could before I returned to being Sam again.

Instead the house was silent. I called out for Sam but there was no response. Retreating to the bedroom, there was a simple sundress with a basic bra and panty set and sandals. Under the dress was a note. Not so much as a note as a too do list.

Trina's things too do:

-Appointment at salon at 11:30am, hair cut and color, waxing eyebrows and???
-Shopping for intimate outfits, toys, lingerie and???
-Dress as a maid and clean the house. Including French Maid outfit you will buy, must be sexy.
-Bath and prepare for final fantasy.

I laughed a bit understanding the list. Some of the items I was sure the only reason I was doing was to avoid the pain and embarrassment of her having to do. Such as waxing and shopping for the slutty things. As I showered I was unable to quell my bodies growing desire for sex. My hands wandered, as one settled on my breast as the other slid into my pussy as the warm water from the shower caressed me. Soon I was moaning, my mind fantasizing of me not as a man taking a woman, but as Katrina being taken by a stranger. Soon my body shuddered, as I moaned in unison with my climax.

"Oh God, I am going to miss that." I whispered to myself.

I had hoped to take more time to enjoy dressing, yet I was going to be late to the salon if I did not hurry. I dressed quickly, avoiding doing my hair and nails as that would be taken care of later. The light cotton sundress fit loosely, it was not until I was walking into the salon that I realized the light fabric allowed enough sun shine to silhouette my body.

First my hair was cut and colored back to more of Katrina's natural color, yet still had a few blonde highlights. Next was the waxing, as if having my eyebrows waxed was not painful enough, I soon found out my dear wife had scheduled a full bikini wax. Tears filled my eyes as I screamed with each pull. I have never felt anything so painful in my life before. I pulled my robe closed, hugging myself in an effort to ease the burning pain.

Before I could reach a comfort zone I was whisked off to have my makeup applied, to my surprise it was a bit sultry, with nail polish, darker tones, eyeliner which accentuated my eyes and dark lipstick. Upon completion my stylist arrived with an outfit for me, a pair of tight faded jeans and tight t-shirt, which looked way to small.

Soon I was dressing. First, sliding the satin thong up each leg, enjoying the moment, next was a quarter bra, designed to display my breasts. After I pulled the t-shirt with the slogan "salope à baiser" over my head, not realizing what the word's said. I then started to pull the tight jeans up. I wiggled and shimmied for about ten minutes, before finally laying on my back and shimmying my body into the jeans, Finally I put on the sandals with buckled on each ankle and fuck me type heels.

As I turned I was greeted by an image so unlike Katrina. Before me stood a woman of desire, a woman looking to be taken. Dressed, knowing that she would be looked at. The thoughts made me desire sex even more, as I stepped, the skin tight jeans pushed my satin thong to my pussy, caressing me. "Oh, my God!" I moaned as I tried to gain my composure.

Thankfully the salon was in the mall. As I looked at my watch it was already after 5pm. First I stopped at Vicki's Secret to make a few purchases, including thongs, bras, garters, stockings, corsets and a few busters'. How could I not? Even though I had time to only try on a few items I considered my shopping a success. I walked out shortly after with my bags in tow, stopping for a quick coffee.

"Oh I will get the young ladies." A man said from behind me. As I turned, I realized he had been watching me since I left the salon. Though earlier I had thought little of it as plenty of men had been admiring me. Before I could say a word he picked up my coffee along with his own and led me to a table in the back corner. As I followed him I admired his ass, his deep voice was a turn on also.

"I am Howard, by the way, and if I may thank you for providing such a delightful view today." He smiled, his gruff low voice sending chills down my spine.

"Call me Trina, and thank you for the coffee." I told him, as we made some small talk for a few moments, before I excused myself to use the ladies room. I had thought he stood up to be a gentleman and excuse me, but then I noticed he was following me. Now in the restroom, I reached to lock the door, the door opened and Howard stepped in, locking the door behind him. I should have screamed or told him to stop, yet the honest truth is I wanted to feel this vulnerable feeling.

"You want this don't you Katrina, otherwise why would you strut around like a slut to fuck." As he spoke he unzipped his pants, his large cock now out, pointing to me. My sexual desires where too much for me to put up much resistance.

"Please no." I whispered softly in an effort to resist. Before I knew it I was on my knees looking up to him, his cock less than an inch from my face. My breathing was rapid, with each my breasts pushed into his legs.

"Please, please, please." I said a bit loudly, the words sounding as if I did not lust for him to take me. I looked, hoping he would leave. As I did, he thrust forward into my face, his cock penetrating my lips. The salty taste providing a hint of what was to come, as he grabbed my hair pulling my face onto his cock. I tried to squirm away, as I did he easily held me, my petite figure, were no challenge for his strength. As he did I rocked back and forth, my satin panties caressing my freshly waxed lips.

"Oh fuck me!" I let out a muffled moan, knowing there was no way I could resist my desire to be fucked, yet again as Katrina.