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Hell Hath No Fury Part 27 of 37
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"What do mean Liz must be stopped? I stopped her at the airport."
"No you didn't that was someone else. Look I'll explain later."
The shocks were coming too fast. How could Elizabeth still be alive.
Stephanie's wrong but at least she's going to help me.
"Explain now" I demanded.
"No time, we need to leave right away"
"But road blocks"
"Leave them to me. Listen your'e now my trainee reporter, Alison. We
have to leave now"
What was going on? I was rescued by the guild only to be branded one of
America's most wanted. Now Stephanie Lane was here offering to help.
Still she knows what she's doing more than me. We walked casually out
of Greg's place and to Stephanie's car and I sat inside. Stephanie got in
after me and we drove off.
"Listen If you know where Kat is, I want, no need to see her"
"I promise, when we get you to a safe house out of state, past the initial
police sweeps then you can call her. Not until then. Now listen to me."
"I'm Listening"
"Your name is Alison Jacob. You've been working with me for around a
month. I'm teaching you the ropes. The reason why we are out is that we
have to get to an interview in Boston tomorrow. We are driving because
we need to trace the last known movements of Rachel Martin, as she
drove there so do we. You've been mistaken a couple of times for Dr
Bexley and have been the butt of many office jokes about it. Here is your
press card, no don't ask where I got it. Let's say I've borrowed it. It will
have to do as ID until I can arrange something better."
"Ok got it" I said.
We drove all night, taking turns until we had made it over the state line.
We booked into a small motel and I was allowed to make the call I had
dreamt of for so long.
"Which number is she on?" I asked.
"She's at home" Stephanie said.
I dialled the number, as nervous as I had been when I had first called to
ask her for dinner.
"Hello" A strange voice said.
"Is Kat there?"
"Speaking, who wants to know"
"Kat, it's me"
"Who's me?"
"Silly, remember the fountain in the town square?" I said.
"What?, how?. I saw you'd escaped on the TV. Why did you kill all those
people?" she squealed.
"I didn't get anyone killed. I can't talk about it right now. I want you to
know I've missed you so much. Not a day went passed when I thought
about being with you" I said.
"The same here. Listen be Careful. I love you." Kat said, her voice
shaking with emotion.
"I'm here with Stephanie Lane and she's looking after me. "
"That's good Stephanie's very capable. When can you come?" Kat voice
was low now, like she sounded when she was crying.
Stephanie shook her head violently and mouthed "NOT YET" to me.
"Not yet, it's not safe. " I said.
Kat sounded upset "I understand. Can I talk to Stephanie?"
"Sure" I handed the phone to Stephanie.
My phone call had obviously thrown Kat, She was normally so chatty.
Stephanie was on the phone for a few more minutes and then she handed
it back to me.
"Kat, I just want to say I still love you, I need you more then ever before.
I may be a woman now but I still love you." I said, why was I crying?
"Me too. Stephanie has a plan, listen to that and follow it to the letter.
I'll see you in about ten days. Remember I love you" and Kat hung up.
"What's going on?" I demanded.
"The Station's got a safe house about a days drive from here, I want you
to go there and wait for until a week Friday. You are then to make your
way to the TGEN Research lab in time for a 10pm meeting with Kat and
the rest of our forces."
"Forces?" I asked.
"I've made copies of all my notes and journals for you to read. It'll give
you something to do while you wait. You need to be up to speed for the
trials ahead of us. I've arranged for a hire car to be dropped off here first
thing in the morning. It's registered in the name of Alison Jacob. Now
Alison you are on your way to a safehouse to help out in setting up a
studio there for a documentary that will be broadcast later this month. If
anyone wants to check they can call me OK?"
"Fine" Stephanie's got this all worked out.
"Oh and another thing. I need to go back to New York and I will fly out
to meet you all on Friday night. I've got some final things to put together
before then, So you are on your own. Kat's told me you can be
resourceful and I hope you can make it. If you remember what I've told
you then we should be OK."
"Ok see you then" I said as Stephanie Lane Left the room.
Now all I've got to do is avoid capture and turn up at this lab in ten days.
T+ 4 Days.
32. T-1 Day "Improbable Cause" - The Lawyers Tale.
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Boy, that was a hard meeting. I've got almost nothing solid to go on, only
rumors and ghosts. The trial is two days away and we are still on shaky
ground. Mind you I do have the trump card of the medical report of Dr
Bexley's condition that proves she was in trauma at the time of the
shooting. As long as that stands we have a chance.
I walk out of my office and onto the bustling New York street. It's cold
but I'm too preoccupied with work to notice much. What's the best we
can hope for at the end of this.
OUCH. What the fuck was that. I look down at my right leg. What the A
small fin is sticking out from my leg, which is beginning to bleed. I
pulled out the dart and inspected it. It's about an inch long with what
seemed a receptacle for some chemical, a needle for a point at small fins
which are presumably to maintain accuracy. Who the hell. I looked
around and saw noone at all. I must get to the police in order to report
this. I've fucking well been shot. I put the dart in my pocket and limp off.
Ow my leg hurts.
I call a cab and much to my amazement one pulls up almost right away. I
ask to be taken to the police station. My leg feels very strange.
A few minutes into my journey and I realise that I'm being taken the
wrong way.
"Hey what's going on?" I demanded.
"The traffic's bad. It's a detour" The driver replied.
I lay back on the seat and try and relax. I feel so sleepy, so tired. Just a
few minutes rest won't hurt.
I awake in a room with no windows, only a bed, a wardrobe, sink and a
mirror. I get up and try the door. It's locked.
"Hey let me out. I'm a lawyer and you're looking at a ten year stretch,
buster"
No answer. Hmm.
I explored the room some more. I was obviously expected to be here some
time. There was a sink and toilet to one side. A full length mirror was
standing in the far corner. I walked over to the wardrobe and was
surprised to find A mini skirt,blouse and heels inside. How odd.
I walked over to the bed and needed to lay down. Fuck my head hurt.
I called out again but no answer, so I just waited. The peace and quiet
gave me time to think. What was I doing here. It clearly had something
to do with being shot with that dart thing but what!
My watch said 6pm. Shit I'd been in here five hours. My head was
throbbing, what the hell was that stuff they had shot in me. Who were my
abductors and what do they want from me. I can only presume it's to do
with the Bexley case but what?
I stand up, about to look for another way out when suddenly my right leg
collapses from under me and I fall to the floor. Underneath my pants I
can see flesh rippling, shaping. I feel no pain only strange sensations. My
shoe falls off as my foot shrinks to a much smaller size.
I rip off my pants to see that my right leg is now much shorter than my
left. All the hair has fallen out leaving a very slender almost womanly
shape. I reach out my left hand to touch it and quickly pull it back. This
leg, this female leg is now mine.
My left hand feels odd now. "Oh no" I shout as the hair retracts from my
arm and the normal muscular shape changes. The fingers on my hand
shrink, causing my wedding ring to fall off. I dare not look for some
moments but turn back, knowing, but dreading what I will see. A
woman's arm moves as I move my arm and her fingers move as I move
mine. My attention is diverted by my left leg beginning to reshape. I
watch in horror as the flesh and bone reforms into a mirror image of my
other leg. I can now stand but have now shrunk to about five seven. I
look down at two womanly legs. What is going on here?
I try to walk to the bed but a pain to my stomach knocks me down again.
I stare down at my waist which is now shrinking, as my hips reshape to
form a classic curve. "Stop This" I shout but the sensation from my butt
tells me this isn't going to stop here.
I stand again and look at my now feminine looking lower half. I realise I
need to pee and so I walk, rather strangely to the toilet. I get hold of my
dick and try to pee but nothing is forthcoming. A feeling in my dick
alerts me to the fact that all is not well down there. I grasp tighter onto
my dick, as it relentlessly retracts inside of me. I pull on it and try to
force it further out but it is to no avail. My hand touches something warm
and fleshy. Vagina, My Vagina.
My fingers reach down to touch my new organ and I nearly jump. Before
I can do anything else I feel so faint and fall to the floor. I awaken
sometime later and look down, hoping to see my male body restored.
Nothing could be further from the truth, from the neck down I'm a
woman. Yes I have no breasts(at the moment) but everything else is
there. The curves,the smooth skin, the ass Why?. I stand up and walk to
the mirror. Everything seems so much higher than before and I realise
that I'm now about five four. Who's doing this to me. I stare at my new
reflection in the mirror in horror and wonderment, oh no my other arm is
womanly as well!. Before I can study myself more my head starts to throb
again. What now?
My hands reach up to my face as I feel bones reshape there.I feel my hair
grow longer until it brushes down my back, I grab at it and see that it has
turned blonde. I go blind for what seems like an age and then to my relief
I can see again. I stare at my new face in the mirror and see that of a
young woman, perhaps about 25. She or rather I now have longish
blonde hair, a large pouting mouth and blue eyes. I put my hands up to
my face in shock, I feel the smooth skin and the lack of stubble. "Fuck" I
say out loud and hear my new voice for the first time. It's high and
squeaky.
A disturbing feeling on my chest brings me out of my trance. I look down
to see my nipples getting larger and redder in color, oh shit my chest is
swelling. My hands clutch at my slowly growing bosom. I push hard to
try and stop them growing but to no avail. When I release them they flop
forwards, although I guess they are small for a woman, they are huge to
me. What in hell was happening?
I sit down on the bed feeling very strange in my new body. Out of
curiosity I reach down there and feel pleasure when me hand touches
female flesh. I'm so tempted to go further but I must escape, must find
out who has done this to me. I'm very much aware of my nudity and now
realise why those clothes were in the closet.
I've been in here for three days now. I still can't get used to being female,
the sight of my body sends confusing signals to me. The curve of my hips
in the skirt, the shape of my legs and the fleshy firmness of my tits. I
detest all these things but somehow they are part of me. I now realise
that the fantastic tales that Dr Bexley said were true. Except that if the
real Dr Bexley is dead then who did this to me? I wake up on the fourth
day since my confinement to find the door open. I walk out, looking
around me for any signs of my captors. I can see none, however a purse
and about 50 dollars are laying on a nearby table. I pick it up and manage
to force a door open to the outside world.
As I walk to try and find a call box I'm very conscious of my new body.
Every sway of hip and bounce of breast rubs my transformation in. What
will Monica do?
I manage to find a working call box and call my house.
"Hello" Monica says.
"Monica it's me, Robert. I know I sound different but I need your help"
"You journo's make me sick. Robert's dead and you try and fuck with
me" Monica said angrily
"Mon" Fuck she's put the phone down.
What does she mean dead. What has been going on these past few days? I
walk past a paper seller and buy a paper. The headline shocks me.
"No clues for Robert Abbey murder".
I read thru the story. Apparently my double threw the trial and then
ended up dead in an alley way. But why did he throw the trial. Obviously
it was to ensure that Dr Bexley or whoever she was, was convicted but
why. Too many questions and not enough answers. If I'm to turn back I
need to find who's responsible. But first I need to get home.
I take the bus and then a cab to my house, the curtains are drawn all is
quiet. Using my entrycode I let myself inside the grounds. I walk up to
my door and am about to use my keys when I realise that I have none. I
ring the bell loudly and wait. Some moments later Monica answers the
door.
"Well!" she demands.
"Mon it's me. Robert" I plead.
"You're that stupid bitch who phoned me earlier. Get out before I set the
dogs on you." She shouted.
"No listen, please. Remember when I proposed to you. We had gone to
Paris and was enjoying a weeks holiday. I got down on one knee in Notre
Dame cathedral. The color of that rose window caught your eye. You
accepted right away"
Monica took a step back, as though she had been struck.
"My God, all this time. Robert had was having an affair. No wonder he
was away so much. What you've come gold digging now that he's gone?"
She said tearfully.
"You're not listening to me. I said I'm Robert. I was abducted and turned
into this, this blonde bombshell you see before you."
"Not only are you a hussy, you're also quite mad. It's not enough that my
husband's been killed, you have to come here with some sick scheme to
get our money."
What can I do to convince her? I know.
"OK, remember Xmas. You felt unwell and only ate turkey sandwiches. I
had to eat two Xmas dinners as you insisted that you didn't want to waste
the food."
"Robert, Is that really you?" Monica asked.
"Hun, I'm afraid it is. Please let me inside" I pleaded.
I was let in at last and sat down on my sofa.
"OH honey. I thought you were dead. Mind you this is worse than dead,
now what the fuck are we going to do?"
"I've no idea. I want to get whoever did this to me. I want to get them
bad."
"How'd it happen?, why'd you throw the trial and who was that who I
buried yesterday?" Monica asked.
I told Monica the whole story, from being shot in the leg to my release by
persons unknown.
"Oh Hun that's terrible. How do you feel about, y'know being a woman"
She asked.
"I hate it. I hate being ogled at, as if I have no brains at all. I
hate these" and I pointed to my tits. "I hate wearing heels and most
of all I hate the thought of not being able to make love to you
anymore" I was beginning to cry.
"I know, but we can get thru this. Have you any idea of who did this to
you.?"
"None at all. I hate to do it but I'll give that Stephanie Lane a call. She's
been involved in the case from day one. She must have some idea."
"I'm not so sure that's a good idea. I don't trust her. Listen we need to
spend some time together, get to know each other again. You need time
to adjust, so do I for that matter." Monica said.
"My only chance of getting back to normal is to find out who did it. I'm
going to call her". I said, sternly.
"No please don't call her. Stay with me. Whoever did this is too strong
for us.Please Hunny don't" Monica Pleaded.
"Sorry. Listen We'll see what she has to say and then we can decide what
to do about it. Does that sound fair?" I compromised.
"Fine, whatever you say"
I called Stephanie Lane at her Station and was put thru to her voice mail.
Apparently she's off on assignment with her new assistant Alison Jacob
and won't be back for a while. Fuck.
Monica was pleased at this news and she claimed it was a good sign that
everything would be all right We went to bed and I wanted my traditional
cuddle but Monica didn't think it would be right. "I need some time to
adjust" she said. She has a point. I need to adjust too.
The next day I still tried to call Stephanie Lane but her voice mail was
still on. I left another message and hung up. Monica walked down to the
lounge and said.
"Is that tart's outfit the only one they gave you?" She said.
"I guess so"
"Listen, you've gotta get better dress sense if you want to be my husband.
Time to go shopping"
This was more like the old Monica. "Do I have to?" I hated shopping,
especially in ladies clothes store. I would just hang around not being able
to do ANYTHING, except for wait until Monica came out. A quick Yeah
looks nice and then it would onto the next store.
"Yes you do. I know how you feel about women's clothes stores. But now
you'll be able to try things on as well." She said.
Defeated I gave in. She dragged me around every clothes store she knew
of(which was just about all of them). We must have spent a good $3000
dollars. I now possessed every kind of outfit from sports outfit("Oh
hunny,you must work out, if you want to keep that shape"), Suits("You
must look smart, if you want to get back to work") to evening
gowns("You look simply stunning dear"). Of all the trinkets I had to buy
I hated getting underwear (or lingerie as Monica called it) the most.
Apparently I'm a 34B bust, 24 inch waist and a 36 inch hip. I just know
I'm too much bust, too little waist.too curvy hips and not enough in the
dick department.
Exhausted we drove back home, laden down with shopping. Mon really
wanted me to change but I just didn't feel like it. I realise that I'm a
woman without Mon trying to force it upon me. Mon has insisted that
she wants me to sleep in separate rooms until she' got her feelings all
sorted out. So I lay here alone wondering what is to come.
I awaken the next day and just like everyday I reach for my breasts in the
vain hope that they've gone away. Fuck, as usual their firm warmth
greets me. The morning drifts by and I'm still in my night clothes.
There's a knock at the door and I rush downstairs to answer it.
"Hi, I'm looking for Robert Abbey is he in?" A smart looking woman
with blonde hair asked. She seems familiar.
"Stephanie Lane, right"
"Got it in one. Listen Is Robert in. I got what I presume was his wife's
message and I drove here as fast as I could."
Monica had ran downstairs to answer the door "Who is it hun" she
called.
Stephanie looked surprised.
"You better come in" I said.
"Wow nice place" Stephanie said.
"Thanks, Drink?"
"Coffee, black without" Stephanie said.
"Mon, do you mind getting the Coffee for us. Stephanie and I have a lot
to talk about"
"Sure"
"Look, where's Robert Abbey. I get this call saying that he's still alive.
I've driven like a demon to get here, I'm tired, hungry and don't need a
goose chase at the moment" Stephanie said.
"I'm right here" I gestured at my new body.
"Pardon"
"Robert Abbey is right here, in front of you."
"Tell me did you know Dr Elizabeth Bexley?" Stephanie said.
"That's a strange question. I'd expected 'How come a young woman is
sitting before me and not a man in his mid thirties'" I replied.
"I think I already know the answer to that one. So I'll ask you again did
you know Dr Elizabeth Bexley?"
"Of course I was her lawyer dimbo" I said. This woman was supposed to
be intelligent.
Monica walked back in, with a tray of coffee. After she had handed us
the cups she said "Dear, I think Ms Lane should leave after her coffee.
We can take care of things ourselves"
"No Ms Lane knows more about this than we do. Please continue"
"Are we sitting comfortably then I'll begin" Stephanie said.
Somewhile later Stephanie had finished her story.
"I'm sorry I don't believe a word of it. I mean all this just for being
jilted.
If you want my opinion you've made it all up on some fanciful whim."
Monica said in a derisory tone.
"No Mon. I've listened to evidence for nearly ten years and this fits.
Something always niggled me about the Bexley case. Of course Dr
Bexley or whoever it was made claims about being turned into Dr Bexley
but I paid no attention to them. Now I'm paying the price for my
disbelief." I said sadly.
"Don't take it too hard. The real Dr Bexley is a master at strategy and
planning. Her DNA drug,her ability to just slip into almost any role, her
enormous intellect added to the might and muscle of the guild makes her
almost invincible. In all my investigations I've always been able to tell
the good from the bad guys, but this time the bad guy can look like one of
the good guys. I'll be honest and tell you I've no idea as to where she is
now." Stephanie said.
"This guild, are they the ones who kidnapped this Cathline and Jane
Stephens?" I asked.
"Yep, I also suspect they were the ones who took you as well. Remember
that ambush that led to Dr Bexley's escape. I have it on good authority
that the guild did that as well."
"Fucking Hell" was all I could say.
"How do you know it was this guild, what if it was someone Dr Bexley
hired?" Monica asked.
"Let's say I have an eyewitness to that event and they say it was the
guild" Stephanie said.
"Hmmm" I said thoughtfully.
"As I was saying. We've been forming an alliance against Dr Bexley,
with our combined resources we have a fighting chance. Imagine what
would happen if the guild got hold of Dr Bexley's drug machine, or the
military. It's not just about revenge it's more than that. I've read Sci/fi
books on genetic warfare, with this drug those genetic nightmares could
happen."
"So you want to save the world as well as us?" Monica said sarcastically.
"I just want to do what's right. Listen we need you to join us. We need
your knowledge of the law, and anything you can help us with. "
"So what chance do we have?" I asked.
"None at all!. Listen Dear don't get involved. It sounds far too
dangerous" Monica added.
"Shut Up Monica, I want in. I don't want to be a woman for the rest of
my life."
"Oh before I go. I want you both to think up a passcode and whisper it to
me, one at a time. I'll do the same to you." Stephanie said.
"Why?" Monica demanded.
"So If Dr Bexley decides to drop in, as one of us we can tell" I said.
"Correct" Stephanie said.
"Ok I'll do it " Monica admitted.
Stephanie leaned forwards and whispered "Pandora" in my ear.
I replied with "Papillion"
Stephanie leaned over to Monica and I presume whispered the same
passcode into her ear, Monica said something to her.
"You you tell each other your passcodes" Stephanie said.
I leaned over to Monica and said mine. She whispered "Trojan" in my
ear.
"Now that's all over with I'm getting together with all the others from
this fantastic tale on Friday. I want you to join us. We're having a kind of
council of war, trying to work out what we can do to put this all back to
rights and how we can stop the real Dr Bexley. Here's the details"
Stephanie said.
Stephanie Lane wrote down the address and gave it to Monica.
"I still don't know. Why don't we stay here." Monica said.
"Listen, I want to be turned back. This is our only chance. We must go" I
said. God did I really sound that Squeaky.
"If you say so dear" Monica said,
"We'll see you there" I said.
Stephanie Lane left. At last we get to the bottom of this and get me back
to manhood.
T+8 Days.
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