CHAPTER 2

In the crisp light of their shared kitchen, Jack stood leaning on the counter, running his hands anxiously over the cool marble. Sarah sat across from him, her eyes creased with worry as she watched her husband. He had been silent since he came back from the basement, his usual cheerful demeanor was replaced with a pensive quietness.

"Sarah," Jack finally broke the silence. His voice was hoarse, laced with a strange uneasiness. "I think...I think I need to stop with the VR testing."

Sarah's eyes widened in surprise, the color draining from her face. She had not expected this. "What? Why, Jack?" She asked, her voice filled with concern. "Did something go wrong? Are you feeling okay?"

Jack grappled with his thoughts, trying to articulate his feelings without revealing too much. He didn't want her to know about Patricia, about the stirring sensations that had overtaken him, the spiraling arousal that still pulsed faintly in the back of his mind.

"I'm just ...I don't know ...it's getting to be too much." He offered her a weak smile, trying to hide the lingering confusion that filled him.

Sarah frowned, her eyes filled with worry and pleading. "Jack," she began, her voice soft but steady. "I know it's intense, but we need the data for the project. I promise it'll get easier. Please."

As she spoke, Jack found himself getting lost in her eyes. Her words tumbled over him, their sincerity, their desperation washing over him in waves. Despite his reservations, he found himself swaying under the earnestness in her plea. "Please, Jack," she whispered, her hand reaching out to grip his. He couldn't bear the thought of letting her down.

With a sigh of resignation, Jack nodded. "Okay, okay," he said, offering a small smile. "I'll continue with the testing."

Sarah let out a sigh of relief, her shoulders slumping. She reached over to hug him, her body warm against his. "Thank you, Jack," she murmured into his chest.

Jack returned her hug, but his mind was already spiraling. He had agreed to continue, but he was terrified of what this meant. Would he go back to Patricia? He promised himself he wouldn't. And most importantly, why did he keep this a secret from Sarah? He pushed these thoughts aside, focusing on the woman in his arms. For now, he would help her with her project, and deal with his own demons in his own time.

***

Once again, Jack found himself standing in the VR room. It was a minimalist space, mostly white with a reclining chair designed to maximize comfort during extended VR sessions. The headset was there, innocently gleaming under the room's soft lighting, unaware of the turmoil it had stirred within him.

The tension in the air was palpable as Jack picked up the VR headset. His fingers traced over the smooth surface, apprehensive yet drawn to the extraordinary experiences it promised. Random characters popped into his mind - a world-renowned chef, a wildlife photographer, an astronaut - yet he couldn't shake one particular program, Patricia. 

Reluctantly, he slipped on the headset, immediately plunging into a bustling cityscape as a fireman. The sounds, the smells, the rush, - it all felt so real, yet strangely distant. His mind was elsewhere.

After the fireman, he tried being a painter, his virtual fingers sweeping broad strokes across a canvas. The colors were vibrant, and the view from the studio overlooking a serene beach was breathtaking, but the beauty was lost on him. 

With a sigh, Jack detached from the painter character. His virtual surroundings faded to black, leaving him standing as himself in the void of the character selection screen. He hesitated, staring at the tempting hidden file. Patricia v2. It called to him, a forbidden fruit promising a taste of the extraordinary, the exhilarating, the terrifying.

"Is it so wrong?" Jack asked himself, rationalizing his curiosity. "It's just a program, a character... an experience."

The cursor hovered over the file. He felt a strange combination of dread and excitement. He was conflicted, but little by little his curiosity won over his apprehensions, and eventually he chose.

This time, he selected 'Patricia v2' knowingly, he was filled with a mix of anticipation and trepidation. As the transformation began, the familiar blur of changing realities unfolded around him. His heart thundered in his chest. Jack let his breath out slowly as he felt the familiar sensation of silky hair cascading down his back, the shift in his voice from deep baritone to feminine lilting, sending a shiver down his spine.

His gaze traveled downward as his chest blossomed out into a pair of full large breasts. His waist cinched inwards, the sweeping curve of his hips feeling just as familiar and strangely comfortable as before. His clothes shifted, morphing into the body-hugging red dress he remembered all too well. The transformation was a river of sensations, each one washing over him, carrying him farther and farther from Jack and closer to Patricia. The experience was electrifying, Jack wasn't just transforming into Patricia, he was immersing himself in her persona. As he uttered her name, "Patricia", a sense of profound satisfaction filled him. He was her, once more.

He stood in front of a mirror, fascinated and horrified by his reflection. The long glossy hair, the bright expressive eyes, the seductive curves - it was like staring at a stranger, a stranger he was strangely drawn to.

Soon, an ever-climbing sense of familiar arousal overtook him. It was more bearable than the last time, but still powerful enough, as he gave out a sustained moan. The line between Jack and Patricia just a little more blurred, and the deeper he ventured, it seemed, the more enthralling it became.

In the safety of the VR loading realm, Jack's gaze was fixed on the extensive list of available locations within the machine. One particular entry caught his eye. The mall program. It was the perfect setting to further explore his Patricia persona, a chance to feel the world through her eyes, in her body.

With a deep breath, Jack activated the new environment. The blank room vanished, replaced by the bustling virtual scene of a modern, high-end shopping mall. Patricia's figure stood at the entrance, her body poised with elegance, her mind abuzz with curiosity.

Her high heels echoed through the mall, harmonizing with the chatter and laughter of the VR crowd. As Patricia strolled, her hips swayed with an inherent seductiveness that Jack couldn't help. He felt the weight of her huge perky breasts as they swung left and right, and jiggled with each step she took. And above all, he could feel the eyes of countless characters on her, admiring her voluptuous figure, and it ignited a little thrill within him.

As he wandered through the maze of boutiques, the fragrance of expensive perfumes, the chatter of fashion-savvy shoppers, and the soft music created an immersive atmosphere. Jack, as Patricia, was just another shopper, blending in effortlessly, but standing out in all the right ways.

Suddenly, a muscular male character appeared, crossing Patricia's path. He looked like a typical meathead, a jock... a stud. His gaze swept over her, his eyes twinkling with unabashed interest. "Hey babe," he said, his voice as smooth as whiskey, "What's your name?"

Jack didn't hesitate. "Patricia," he said, his voice light and flirty. "You like what you see?"

His own prompt response surprised him. The words, the tone, the coquettish tilt of his head—it was all so naturally 'her', but still him. The muscular man responded with an appreciative grin and his lingering eyes sent a rush of adrenaline coursing through Jack.

Jack glanced down at the bulge in the man's pants, and a wave of arousal washed over him. It surprised him and made him take in a sharp breath. "What the hell? I... I don't like guys." He thought, his mind reeling.

Abruptly, Jack, as Patricia, veered away from the man, quickly seeking refuge in a nearby clothing store. He was startled, and confused by the unexpected reactions his virtual body was provoking in him. It was like Patricia's feelings were seeping into him, blurring the lines of his own desires. The thrill of being admired, the strange allure of the man, it was new, it was intoxicating, but it was also terrifying.

The clothing store was an oasis of calm amidst the buzzing virtual mall, the hum of distant chatter fading as he pushed open the glass doors. He needed someplace to collect himself. A tired-looking attendant, her name tag reading 'Jenny', watched him with wary eyes from behind a counter laden with neatly folded clothes. The scent of freshly minted fabrics, with their crisp, distinct textures filled the air.

"Can I help you find something, miss?" Jenny ventured cautiously. Jack, without a beat, snapped back, "What!?". It was abrupt, a sharp retort that left Jenny taken aback. Jack put his hands over his mouth. There was an unexpected surge of joy, a raw, commanding pleasure from being rude, that left him momentarily ashamed. But a faint naughty smile was revealed as he slowly lowered his hands

Emboldened by the electric jolt that surged through him, Jack strutted around the shop with an air of superiority. Jenny, after regaining her composure, and since 'Patricia' was the only customer in the store, attempted to assist again. 

"This red dress would look stunning on you," she suggested, holding up a form-hugging number. Patricia looked it over with a critical eye, her tone dripping with condescension as she said, "If I was going to some trashy dive bar. But maybe that's your style."

A gasp escaped Patricia's lips, Jack's lips. The thrill was even more potent this time, the sheer pleasure of being nasty left Jack feeling heady, almost dizzy. It was akin to a sense of power, something he’d never tasted before, at least not in this raw, unadulterated form. It was liberating and frightening, all at once. But again, he felt guilty. Until he thought it over. "I mean. She's just a simulation. I'm not really hurting anyone." His mind made up, Jack, as Patricia, gave a wicked smirk and started again in earnest. 

Each suggestion Jenny made was met with an increasingly cutting response. The words flowed more easily now, every insult sharper than the last, each one a probe into unknown terrain, each cruel barb a step further into this alluring wilderness. Every scathing comment that fell from Patricia's lips brought with it a thrill that danced on the edge of arousal.

Eventually, Patricia's comments stripped all pretense of constructive criticism, devolving into straightforward insults. "Is that what you call fashion? Pathetic. What a loser! How are you this dumb?" Patricia snarled, taking in the sad face of Jenny with a mix of shock and delight.

Jenny fought hard to hold back tears, her professionalism teetering on the brink of collapse. Jack watched her, an indescribable mix of pleasure and guilt coursing through him. He had pushed her to the edge, and the sight was disturbingly enticing.

Jack let out a brief moan, hands unconsciously grasping at his superior body. It was all too much, being this mean. He needed release. He needed...  

"I'll try this on," Jack snatched the available blouse from Jenny's shaking hands as he quickly retreated into a changing room. As the door closed, Jack was left in a whirlwind of complex emotions, his heart hammering with both the exhilaration of being cruel and the reality of the tears he'd provoked. 

"I did that. I made her.... cry." Jack let out another deeper moan. "I'm such a... such a.... bitch!"

Patricia's body jerked at the word. Bitch. "Wow", he thought, surprised at its effect on him. 

"I am... a bitch!" he cried out. The word rang true in his mind as his body jerked again, three times.

"Yessss. I'm a bitch. I'm a bitch. I'm a bitch." Jack repeated as he yanked the front of his dress down, revealing his perfect DD breasts, nipples at attention. 

He briefly cupped his tits, making them rise and then quickly fall, bouncing in appreciation. His body, Patricia's body, began to move with rhythm, as he repeated this new mantra in his mind. "I'm a bitch. I'm a bitch." 

Jack sat down on the bench in the small changing room and skillfully slipped his entire dress off, only now realizing he wasn't wearing any bra or panties. 

Then, slowly, carefully, Jack opened his legs, lifting them in the air. Patricia's pussy, his pussy, was out in all its glory. Jack stared down at it, eyes widened, as he subtly moved his hips in little circles. 

"I'm a bitch..." 

He licked two of his fingers and moved his hands down his smooth leg. 

"...with a dripping..." 

His damp fingers approached his pussy, feeling its slick clean-shaven borders.

"....wet..."

He positioned himself just outside the folds of his 'flower'.

"... cunt!"

A sharp deep breath in and then... touchdown. Jack slipped his fingers inside, making a sloppy moist sound.

"Ung! She's so beneath me! Ung!" Jack said as he worked his hole. 

Faster and faster he went, his mind racing with thoughts of bitchiness and cruelty. He thought of her crying more. He pictured slapping her. He imagined her licking his feet. 

"Oh yes! I'm so superior! She's nothing compared to me. Ung! Ung!" Jack yelled, as he repositioned his hand and started flicking his clit. "Oh shit! That's the spot! Ung! Ung! I'm such a horny bitch! And I deserve it all! Yeah! Ung! Ung! I'm a bitch!"

And just like that, Jack had his first orgasm as a woman. There are several types of orgasms of the feminine variety recorded throughout history, and each affects the female on many levels, in all sorts of different ways. This one blew each and everyone one of them out of the water. Patricia's body erupted like a volcano. It twitched and spasmed as Jack arched his back and raised his pussy upward as it squirted over and over, like the fountains at the Bellagio. Jack moan and yelled, like a bitch in heat.

Just as the juices began to pour out of his blissed-out body, the door opened and the attendant rushed inside, only to be sprayed directly in her face. "Ma'am! Are you - ? Ack!" She sputtered, as some of the female cum invaded her mouth.  She began to cough and fell back on her rear. 

This depraved act seemed to intensify Jack's already ground-breaking pleasure fest. His mind went wild, and he jumped up and hovered over Jenny's face, as the orgasm renewed itself.

"Ooooh fuck, yes! You dumb ass loser! Take it! I'm squirting all over you! Drink it up!" Jack screamed, his pulpous body jiggling as he came to the end of the ride. He eked out a few more squirts, and then dropped down to his knees, sitting directly on top of her,  his cunt just inches from her face.

"You know what would make me feel like a princess, like a queen? If you cleaned me up." Jack pointed at his pussy. "Clean!"

"No!" The attendant shouted as she struggled underneath Patricia's perfect body. "Stop!" 

"No no no. This won't do. Computer, make this dumb cunt a submissive little slut!"

There was a pause and then a loud "ding" that seemed to echo throughout the mall. Immediately Jenny's face went from panic to a heavy-lidded, almost drunken expression.

"Clean." Jack once again pushed the word out of Patricia's lips.

"Yes miss. I'll clean up your yummy pussy, real good." She said, having to lift her head only a small amount before her mouth enveloped Jack's engorged vagina.

Jenny lapped up the wet pussy in earnest now. Jack began to thrust his hips, fucking her face. He grabbed the back of Jenny's head and pressed her into his crotch. Jack threw his head back.

"Yes! Worship me! You're nothing compared to me! You're stupid! You're weak! This is all you're good for! Lick piggy, lick! Ung! Ung! Ung! Ung! Ung!"

The next couple of hours seemed to fly by at the mall, as moans, slaps, and wet rhythmic noises came from the rear of the chic clothing store.  Jack orgasmed 5 more times.