I bowed, and thanked her for her praise.

"Remember at all times that I have complete power over you. One slip up on your part, and I will not hesitate to turn you back into a statue, *permanently*."

I would do *anything* to avoid that fate. It was truly something worse than death. Becoming a woman was a pleasure compared to being a statue.

Mistress obviously knew what I was going through. She had a wicked smile on her face, which was covered from the nose on up with a mask. I averted my eyes, as I had been instructed to.

"Alexandra, I have made you a very beautiful woman. There is not a man in the world who will be able to resist your feminine attractions. Even women would want to kiss you, if you offered them the chance. I have made you this way, because of the mission I have for you. You will go out into the world and do exactly what I instruct you to do. Do you understand."

"Yes Mistress. I will not fail you."

She laughed.

"You will succeed, or you will be a statue again."

The threat lingered over my head. She must have something terrible in store for me, if she was making sure that I was thinking of what would happen if I didn't do as she said.

"Lovely Alexandra, you will be my new seductress. You will be my harvester of men. You will tempt them, and draw them to me. I need a new lover. You are to go out into the world, and find twenty men who are tall, handsome, smart, and rich. You will have sex with each of them, and decide who is the best lover among them. You will then take that man, and make him fall in love with you. Then you will bring him here, for me."

"Yes Mistress" I said.

"You may go now Alexandra. Bring me back a good one!"

She laughed as I turned to leave. It took all of my concentration to keep myself walking gracefully as I had been told to. I didn't know if I could actually go through with this.

I had to find handsome, rich men, and have sex with them. Then take the best lover, and make him fall in love with me? All to bring back to Mistress?

"Don't think of running away" said Illandra. "It won't work. If you try to run, she will know, and you will turn back to stone. Your only real hope is to do as she says. If she is happy, she might release you."

I started to cry. I felt so helpless! I felt so awful! What was I going to do?

* * *

I made up my mind. I would carry out her terrible mission, then hope that I did well as Illandra said, and gain my freedom. Mistress had an apartment set up for me, just two blocks away from where I was. I set out to find a man, as soon as possible. Although the very thought of having sex was revolting to me, what choice did I have?

I went to a bar that night, and found the best looking man there. With my new body, all I had to do was sit down next to him and say hello, and he was like putty in my hands. Having been a man, I knew exactly what every man dreamed of. A young, pretty woman like me. I knew just what to say and do, and an hour later, we were back at his place, going to bed.

I had to close my eyes through most of it, and at first I really hated it, touching him like that. But my body responded to his touch, and when he penetrated me, I really loosened up. It turned out that I really enjoyed sex as a woman, at least the physical sensation. It still revolted me to think that I was with a man. At least I had done four shots with him, so some of my inhibitions were lower than normal. I might need to drink a lot to get through twenty guys like this.

I made the rounds, and over the next ten days, I had eight more lovers. Some were better than others, but none stood out as being 'the best'. I hoped that there might be some difference in someone, because I didn't want to disappoint Mistress with my choice.

About now, I had really started to accept my new gender, and began to think of myself in feminine terms. I was finally allowing my emotions to flow, and to let myself think like a woman. It became so much easier when I did that! It let me get through the days with fun and excitement, instead of just dread and loathing.

I did number nineteen, and I was still not very impressed with any one man more than the others. But then I met Mr. Twenty. He was tall, blond and handsome. But what impressed me the most was that in bed, he didn't put himself first. He asked me what *I* liked, then did it! He went slowly and sensually, instead of just banging as fast as he could to reach orgasm. We had over an hour of foreplay, and by the time he penetrated me, I was so ready that I came within seconds. And came again. And again. And again!

By the time we stopped, I was wiped out physically, from the overwhelming series of orgasms I had. Emotionally, I felt such a strong bond of love! I was the happiest I had ever been, as he fell asleep with his head on my chest.

It wasn't until the morning when he left that I started to cry, when I realized that I was going to have to bring him in. To *her*. To his doom.

What if I lied, and brought in Mr. Nineteen? Somehow, I sensed that she would know I was lying. I had to do what she told me. I didn't want to be a statue again. I would rather die.

* * *

I called Mr. Twenty the next afternoon, and told him to meet me at my place. I told him I had dinner reservations at a special place, just for us. He said he would be there.

I dreaded what I had to do. I tried to think of other things, to keep it out of my mind. Illandra called me that day, to check how things were. I informed her I had found the best lover, and would bring him in that afternoon. I cried when I thought of turning him over to Mistress. On and off all day I cried, and I could barely keep my thoughts together.

It was only three hours before he was to arrive now. I took a shower, dressed up in my finest clothes, and made my makeup the prettiest it could be. I unlocked the door, took a deep drink of the special cocktail I had prepared for myself, and wrote the note. I downed a second tall glass, then a third.

I was getting sleepy now. I started on my fourth glass, just to be sure. I could only manage a few sips. My new body was small, and the alcohol hit me harder than when I had been a man. And the tranquilizers, they were making it hard for me to even keep my head up, let alone my eyes open.

I laid on the floor, unable to make the couch. Soon, it would all be over. When I was in rapture from my union with Mr. Twenty, I had decided that I loved being a woman, and would never go back, even if given the chance. But part of being a woman was that I had such strong compassion for others! I could not let him go through what I had done. I could not let Mistress get her hands on him.

He would find the note, telling him that I loved him, but I could never have him, and he was in danger. He would be upset to find my lifeless body, but that was better than what *she* would do to him. I managed a smile, with my last conscious burst of energy. I had saved him. My life had been worthwhile. As my heart stopped pumping, I knew that I would spend my afterlife as a woman. I had laid down my own life to save another, as my last act. I could feel myself starting to lift up, to a higher place...

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