Message-ID: <4905eli$9710161146@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: vickietern@aol.com (VickieTern) Subject: New TG: Fury 4/37 Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-Id: <19971016130300.JAA10528@ladder02.news.aol.com> Hell Hath No Fury Part 4 of 37 ================================ (c) Darkside@nym.alias.net If you are'nt legally entitled to read this. Don't ------------------------------------------------------------------ 5. Self-Control. ================ The next day and the fever was back. I had begun to notice a pattern. During the second day the fever was at its height particularly during the night and would become worse after that. I also knew that Elizabeth wouldn't intentionally allow me to die, but my body must eventually become so wracked with pain that either Kat or myself would administer the pill. I also judged that my body wasn't being given enough time to recover. If we pushed the limits of my endurance it made death thru physical trauma a distinct possibility. This meant I had about another twelve hours before I would start to lapse into potentially lethal fever. Kat had obviously been thinking the same. 'What are we going to do' I said Kat said, 'We must now have a plan of action. The letter stated that you would have ten days after fully becoming Elizabeth to find the antidote. This means that she must be waiting to send something that would give you a clue to its location.' 'That follows. Hang on a minute! Are you suggesting you let me turn into Elizabeth and then zoom off hoping to find a cure that may or may not exist.' 'Yes' 'I detest these,' and I pointed to my legs, now crossed. For an instant I lusted after the curves of thigh over thigh and the smooth shapes before my eyes. I realised that these 'dream' legs were actually mine. That stopped my lust dead in its tracks. 'How do think I'm going to feel when breasts start bobbing up and down after every step, how do you think I'll feel when I reach down to get my dick out of my pants to piss and meet only warm,moist flesh,' I continued. 'It could be fun,' Kat said 'What could?' 'You know girls together and all that' 'KAT!' 'I know I said we had to wait, because we are special. But some honeymoon is better than none!' 'I suppose...' I agreed 'I was serious about making love last night' 'So was I but I just don't seem to be able to,' I said despondantly. 'Anyway, sex from the other perspective would improve our sex enormously when you get changed back' 'Yeeessss.' Again passive agreement and then the impact as to what I was agreeing to hit me. 'WAIT A SEC I DON'T WANT TO BE A WOMAN' I shouted at her 'Look lets be rational here. Let me outline my thoughts to you, so keep quiet and listen' Kat said 'OK but I still don't like it' 'LISTEN!' she hissed 'One. The antidote cannot be outside of Egypt,' Kat stated in a lecture tone of voice. 'Why?' 'Whose passport do you have?' 'Mine' 'Whose photo is on the front?' 'Ah I see, I cannot leave the country as Elizabeth because I won't have Elizabeth's passport and visa.' 'Exactly' 'But what if she mails them to us when all the pills are gone?' 'That is the only flaw but that brings me to the second point' 'Pretty big flaw, So I have ten days to find an antidote that could in fact be anywhere on the planet otherwise it's hello girls' 'Two. Elizabeth must be in Egypt' said Kat patiently 'Why?' 'Where better to gloat over her handiwork, look at the post mark on this parcel' 'So it's local. A hospital will buy a lot of minions' 'She's out for revenge remember' 'OK, I'll go along with that one' I checked my watch just under 10 hours to go. 'Lots of time left' Kat said 'Three. She wants you to suffer so that must mean she must be nearby to watch but to give you enough hope not to give up the search once the ten days have started. This means the antidote must be real' 'OK You've convinced me But I still despise the thought of being a woman and I will fight it with every fibre of my being. I don't go along with just taking all the pills in the hope that she will give us enough of a clue to revert me back. I AM going to fight this.' I stated it as though my life depended on it, which it did. 'I am now coming onto that. I will not let you get to the point where you are in danger of death because your poor body cannot cope with the stress. Therefore I will give you a pill whenever you start to lapse into coma'. 'The thought of more of me being like THIS repulses me, but let me choose when to take a pill. 'At the 'this' I again gestured to my legs(Thigh over Thigh, STOP IT). 'I had been thinking along the same lines' I admitted. 'OK I will agree but if you try to hold out past a danger point I will override and force you to take one.' So by current reckoning I had....Let me see...9 hours left until the next pill, that means there will be seven pills left. At two days a pill that gives me just over fourteen days before I am Elizabeth Bexley. However at what point will I be female, when breasts grow, when I have a vagina, womb or is gender just a state of mind? Ten days after that will mean either happily ever after or.. No, the other is just too unthinkable. Kat said, 'Plenty of time -- just under a month to E day.' How does Kat know what I am thinking? Women's intuition? 'Listen I want to go for a walk to see if anyone saw anything a few days ago', I know I should have gone earlier but this has knocked us all out of sorts' Kat said and with this she went out of the room. Alone, with only five hours to go before the pain really started, I started to think logically. If I can last two days with after taking one pill maybe taking two pills will extend it past a week. Some of the drug must still be left in me after the changes in order to stop the fever. So now three days was the most I went without, and that was the limit and I become very uncomfortable after two and half days. So if I take two pills then I should be able to last at least five days, maybe even six. Which means that my total male time remaining would be 7 * 2=14, or if I took two pills and they lasted me five days it would be 7/2=3.5 pills multiplied by 5 equals 17.5 days which buys me 3 and a half extra days. Three hours later and Kat had not yet returned. Well what have I got left to lose I thought. Your dick for a start came the reply from inside me. I will take two pills to see if I can overload the drug to extend the time I have available. Let me think. Pills three and four gave me her legs, so which ones won't give me tits and a cunt. I didn't know how Elizabeth would number the pills so I taking a glass of water and trying not to spill any as the fever was beginning to get a grip on my I took pills' five and six in quick succession. I erupted in spasm only to pass out Five hours later A very concerned Kat was standing over me 'What did you do, You took one didn't you' 'No, two,' and I explained my reasoning to her 'You stupid idiot 'she shrieked, 'Can't you see the narcotic is adjusting your thought patterns and probably your maths to allow it to fool you into speeding up the transformation. That's how Elizabeth was to stop you from dying, by making the drug seduce you into giving your body enough time to rest by making you take a multiple dose.' 'What have I done' I sobbed. 'How long?' 'About five hours' 'Can I stay and watch?' she asked with a curious look. 'You are sick!' 'No just curious,' she said with a mischievous grin. At that moment I was kicked in the gut by a mule, at least it felt like that. My mouth started to froth as I convulsed in pain. Wave after wave of mule kicks made me lose consciousness. I awoke sometime later. 'Which bit,' I rasped' 'That was amazing! I have never seen anything like it' Kat said. I reached for my dick and the relief of finding him still there was immeasurable. I then reached up to feel for breasts but all that met my hands my smooth skin. Phew no tits! Wait a minute. Smooth Skin! I stood up and dashed to a mirror. What greeted me there was a shock -- round but firm muscular shoulders sat above a smooth hairless, slim form. They were the kind of shoulders that came from lots of time in the gym, but not macho in any shape of form.There were no breasts or hips to emphasise the womanly shape, but the rounded, sylph form of Elizabeth's body stared back at me. 'No no no what was I thinking!" I sobbed' Kats fingers traced the lines of my now womanly shoulder blades. I recoiled away 'I thought you took two pills' she said 'I did' 'But only one thing changed' This is a pretty big thing I sobbed' I noticed for the first time how my belly seemed to go in, forming a tight, muscled flat stomach. 'At least your navel has stayed the same, although the shape of your stomach makes it smaller and much more cute' Kat Stated. 'Navels aren't genetic remember' I ran my hand over the smooth skin of my new body. This sent tingles down my spine and once again I felt aroused. However, seeing those curved, rounded shoulders, flat stomach, and flat, thin hairless chest soon turned me off. 'What is up with me. How can I be a normal woman if I catch myself ogling my legs and body?' I just noticed my collarbone was more visible now and seemed to want to try and connect to thankfully non-existent breasts. 'You took two pills. You must have another part to go' 'No way! I need to go bad ' I said. Sitting on the toilet looking down at my sylph shaped body I wondered where and how it was going to end. I actually knew where it was going to end. Me ending up being female, but the other issue was how Kat would react to sleeping with a woman. The thought of even kissing a man caused me almost to vomit. Wait a minute! PAIN! crunch of bone!, I looked down I my shapely, firm thighs only to notice that my hips were suddenly much smaller. 'Kat' I gasped and I rolled off the seat. She rushed in. 'Oh my God' she screamed. The flesh was rippling around my hips whilst inside me several rhinos were trying to escape. I clutched my abdomen in pain. 'Ahhh my belly!' I sobbed. 'That must be your womb forming.' The flesh movements were subsiding where I could see them, but the sensation from my ass had increased. 'Turn round,' Kat Said and she showed me the view of my rear in the mirror my buttocks were re-forming, becoming tighter, smaller and much, much more feminine. The rippling stopped. Nice ass, I thought, but the rhinos reminded me that it was now mine. I stood up still weak and sweaty. Thankfully the rhinos had stopped. Which gave me time to examine the changes. In front of the full length mirror stood a very peculiar sight -- a titless, pussyless woman stood in front with muscular arms and a very non-feminine face. Smooth graceful curves went from my rounded shoulders past my chest and dipped in at just the right point. My hips caused the classic hourglass figure whilst my long legs now seemed to be far more at home curving gracefully into my hips. The taut muscular stomach now blended into a bulge in the pubic area which I with horror assumed must be my womb. Turning round I saw how my ass was firmer, much more shaped, and indeed would probably have won 'rear of the year'. Each cheek was delicately shaped with just enough curve to cause yet another curve from my the small of my back to ass. 'Oh no no no no no,' I sobbed. 'Apart from a few bits I am a woman now.' More sobbing as I broke down in tears. 'Don't be silly you may have curves in all the right places now but look you are still male. You still have a dick, your face is hardly girlish, and not many women have arms as hairy as yours,' Kat tried to console me 'You don't understand! If I have a womb it now means that I am producing female hormones which will cause me to grow breasts and become more ladylike' 'Yes but your testosterone will fight that and tests have shown that testosterone will cancel out any excess female hormones.' 'How did you know that?' 'What? You think I never I read anything before?' 'Sorry, look I am really stressed about this. I thought I could cope until this change. This is the point of no return. I must try and adjust, but I find I cannot. I look in the mirror or at my legs and see HER, not me, HER.' Kat hugged me and her fingers ran comforting circles around the small of my back. I could feel her breasts heaving against my smooth skin and again the moment was spoiled as I pulled away. 'What?' she said 'I'm sorry I loathe anything female now. I feel your breasts against my chest and imagine waking up to find I've got them too, you deciding you cannot live with me, me trying to fit in being a woman but failing. Look at this.' I stood up and walked across the room. I was aware of my hips swaying but tried to put it out of my mind. 'See the REAL Elizabeth walked with such grace and posture that she seemed to float, but look at me -- I just waddle. I'm an in-between trapped now between two worlds and I just want my old life back' 'With that figure you look more in my camp than yours' Kat said. 'I know' I sobbed. 'Look, let's get some sleep. I still want to sleep with you and if it helps you can wear my black teddy and garters. I know that turns men on, me as well thinking about it.' 'We've had this conversation before' 'Yes but not when the chances of you being able to make love to me properly have dropped from ten to one to six to one. 'Just let me rest -- this is the worst day of my life.' I was feeling utterly tired and again my normal healthy desires were out to lunch. I awoke early morning much refreshed and decided to venture outside. I tried on one of my old shirts but it was now far too loose, and hung on my new body like and old sack. A T-shirt was no good as it showed every curve of my new shape, and although I once again looked lustfully at the body under that shirt reality soon struck back. Pants were another problem. My normal size didn't fit anymore and even when the belt was fastened as tight as it would go they still either looked ridiculous or extremely baggy. Kat had been watching my 'fashion show' with some concern but also she was a little amused. 'Do you want to try something of mine?' 'No that would be giving in to what is happening to me, the moment I try on women's clothes I am admitting what I am becoming and that I refuse to do.' 'Dressing up can be fun' Kat Said 'Maybe put I can't pass as a woman even if I wanted to. My hair is too short,my hands too big, and...and why am I even thinking this?' 'Because you are trying to adapt to your situation and are willing to give it a try' 'LISTEN' I hissed. 'What?' 'I will repeat again. I will resist this with all my might. I am facing a craving for something that will destroy our life together. I cannot give in to it,' I added with passion. 'Fair enough. Do you want me to see what I can buy for you? I need to take your measurements.' 'I know them waist 36,inside leg..' 'No your new measurements with a body that shape. Now I have to take hip and waist' 'OK' I said defeated. 'Let me see waist 24' hips 36' At least Elizabeth is perfectly proportioned' 'Remember nothing female, no skirts, no leotards' 'This IS Egypt. It is not done for a lady to show her legs or ankles in public, so I will buy pants for you.' An hour later she was back carrying a couple of bags. 'Here try these on,' and she threw me a pair of stretch jeans. 'These are women's jeans,' I protested' 'You have a women's body shape now, men's just won't fit now' I reluctantly put them on and did them up. The first thing I noticed was how much a bulge my dick made in them, but I had no desire to see that go. Turning round I saw my ass, well, Elizabeth's ass in these tight jeans, and as I looked in the full length mirror I again thought 'God She looks good in those.' 'Look cute don't you' Kat said Again my lust was jolted back to reality. 'Why do I fancy myself every time I look in the mirror?' 'That's easy, it's because inside you are a normal hetro-male even though the outside is beginning to look decidedly the opposite. Try these on,' and Kat threw me a shirt and some sandals. The shirt tried to hide my curves but it would be obvious to anyone who looked closely that men shouldn't have curves where I had. The sandals were the most satisfactory thing. It was only the size of my feet that gave anything away. Fully clothed for the first time in days, I ventured outside, the sunlight was bright and the day gloriously hot. We did the normal things tourists do in Egypt pyramids and Sphinx tombs, and for two glorious days it seemed as though nothing had happened. Yes, my new body got some strange looks from the more observant. I still refused to sleep with Kat as I knew that sooner or later more drastic changes would occur. The sex situation was not helped by my distinct lack of sex drive. Don't think for a minute I had accepted my fate. I detested every waggle of hip, every curve, every part of my new body. I had to go along for Kat's sake. I must say though that she has been taking it very well, but I hate to think what will happen later on. Kat stated her disbelief that I was still in denial over this but then I am who I am or should that be I am who I was. Still, seize the day. In fact the fever hadn't returned after the third day and it looked as though my theory was right. Kat Suggested that it was because my body needed time to recuperate and that the fever wouldn't return until it was safe to do so. 'If it does I am taking two at a time again, these past few days were the best I have felt since it all began' I said to Kat 'No I want you male as long as I can! How can you be so selfish? I have needs too you know.' Two more days passed, which made a total of five days in which I felt OK. 'I'm bushed' I said. 'Me too, want to go to bed?' 'Sleep yes, Sex no' 'I can't wait forever you know, neither can you!. I may be able to fondle you and caress you when you are Elizabeth but you won't be able to screw me' 'Please I must deal with this in my own way' 'You haven't been dealing with it at all. Everytime it is 'I can't cope', 'being a woman is worse than being dead', 'how can I fancy myself 'or 'No I won't screw you because I remind you of what you may/are becoming' 'I waited a year to sleep with you. Can't you wait a little longer' 'Any longer and we will be sharing Tampons,' and with that she stormed off. Sitting in bed looking at my shapely legs, the curve of my hips and slenderness of body I realised that I had been selfish and that I would make it up to her when she returned. The next morning the fever returned but Kat was nowhere to be found. I was too unwell to venture out, and in any case if I left the room she might come back, get the wrong idea, and then leave, this time for good. So I stayed put. Room service delivered dinner but again no Kat, so I ate in silence and pain. About 10pm I crashed out. Morning came and with it the now familiar cravings. A thought popped into my head -- take a pill that'll show her. But I was wise now to this Narcotics trick, and stubbornly refused to give in. Six pm and still no Kat, and this time I could bear it no more. Taking a class of water I swallowed pill number seven. The pill seemed a little larger than the others, and I had to take two goes to get it down. Now I just wait. I looked into the jar and saw only FOUR pills left. Quickly I tipped them out and counted them. Pill's ten,nine,one,two where was eight? The extra large pill! Eight must have been stuck to seven. 'Oh fuck,fuck,fuck,Oh Kat Where are you...' Three hours later and still no Kat and no changes. This meant that I would know what parts of me were to change in the next three hours. The fever subsided after another half hour. I sat on the bed completely naked just waiting for the inevitable. There was no pain, just an ache in my arms. As I tried to write a sorry note I dropped the pen on the floor. Reaching out for it with my left hand I noticed slender fingers on an even more delicate hand, a surgeon's hand. As I noticed this the hairs on my left arm fell out and muscles began to reshape into a more delicate form. I saw that my elbow now had that cute little dimple that Elizabeth had. My left arm was now much more in line with the rest of me. The muscles seemed to flow much more gracefully into my rounded shoulders, and my hand and nails were just as I remembered Elizabeth's to be. I was so taken in by the changes that had occurred to my left arm it wasn't until I put a hand to feel it's smooth, soft skin that I realised that BOTH my arms had changed. I had to think rationally, I had dodged a bullet so to speak this time but the countdown to cunt time was getting shorter, where was Kat? (OK THINK!!) There were ten pills and there are now four left, six parts of me now resembled those of Dr Elizabeth Bexley which means that each limb and body part must be a pill. Pill inventory time.. Pill's three and four had given me her legs (Thigh Over Thigh again NO) -- Pills five and six gave me these wretched curves and a womb -- Pills' seven and eight(by mistake) gave me her slender arms. This must mean that one of the remaining pills must change my face, neck, and my god voice! I had admired that voice for years. (Concentrate..) One must be the coup-de-grace -- the one that condemns me to womanhood. The next two, of course a breast each. But which was which? The next day to my horror the fever returned. Kat was right -- it was the drug that determined how long it took for withdrawal symptoms to show, not the amount of pills taken. Kat where are you Kat. My body had gone through some major changes but arms were minor so it figures that the only large one left was my head and dick. I cannot now think straight as the fever hits in waves. I lay on the bed calling Kat's name but still she did not come. Some hours later I had to take another pill but which one, My limbs came in pairs so breasts must come in pairs of pills as well that means, shit both nine and ten and one and two are pairs never mind I must take one. Taking the glass of water I shut my eyes and popped a pill into my mouth and swallowed it. Quickly counting the three pill's remaining showed me that I had swallowed number nine. Seven hours after taking pill nine and just after I though that must be a dud my head felt as though it was being hit by a very large brick. I rushed to the mirror. Through the pain I realised that I last I was going to LOOK like my ex-fiancee. I couldn't speak and my head was in a whirl. Bones crunch! and my face is now oval in shape, my normal square chin gone, replaced by a rounder, softer one. My womanly hands clutch at my nose as I can feel it reshape and form HERS. Pain in my gums indicate that my teeth are being reshaped whilst my lips reform to form HER pout. In a moment of calm I notice my ears look different, they are HER ears. I go blind for what seems an eternity as stabbing pains shoot through my eyeballs. When I blurrily look in the mirror I saw my once brown eyes are definitely blue with a touch of gray. My normally thickish eyebrows now form a frame for a lovely yet terribly familiar face. I pull at my hair which is now growing auburn at the roots as my entire scalp itches. I can now speak but the voice is not my own. Somewhere Elizabeth is calling 'no no no' The full lips in the mirror match the sound and I now OWN that voice. The hair by now has grown until is reaches my shoulders and it's strange sensation on my curved form adds yet more pain. The hair is matted by sweat but there is no doubt that I now look exactly like Elizabeth. I see delicate hands move up to the full pouting lips. (Thats strange -- I can feel hands on my mouth). They move to the oval, high cheekboned face and trace the contours with a finger(that's even odder why is there no stubble?). 'No this can't be me' Elizabeths voice says again the lips in the mirror match the words After what seems like hours I begin to realise that any pretence of being a man died with that pill. Breasts and even a pussy can be hidden but a face like this, not a chance. The full impact of the changes over the past few weeks came to me at that moment. I had been kidding myself this was how I was going to look now and Kat had been right we should have made the most of it but where is she? But I was/AM a man how could I let Elizabeth do this do me? As I sat naked, feeling my new hair brush against my shoulders, despair began to weigh on me. My life, my marriage was over. Kat in spite of all her platitudes had no real desire to sleep with a woman, she was no lesbian. But what was I? I could never fancy a man and the thought of even kissing one recoiled. I still fancied women. Yes, I know that lesbian relationships can be sexually satisfying. But I am man! My instincts are to penetrate not be penetrated. I noticed that Kat had left a bottle of champagne in the fridge, and I opened it with much difficulty (of course I was stronger when I had MY arms). Several glasses later I was feeling much worse, not drunk, depressed, and I just wanted to end it, the whole thing. Let me be a woman -- I don't care anymore.. Staring at the pill jar and the glass the choice was easily made. Pills' one and ten followed quickly after each other and as I sank down into a fitful sleep I dreamed of better days when I knew which bathroom to go in. Morning came and I awoke I thought I heard Kat return. I leapt out of bed but instantly regretted it as two large breasts bounced heavily on my chest. I did what any right thinking man would do. I screamed. ------------------------------------------------------------------------- Have You Missed a Part?. The complete version of 'Hell Hath No Fury' Can be found at http://www.nifty.org/nifty/transgender under Magic-SciFi or Sapphire's Excellent website at http://www1.mhv.net/sapphire or http://www1.mhv.net/sapphire/zip/furytril.zip to go right to it. Comments etc should be directed to darkside@nym.alias.net Vickie Tern@AOL.COM -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | \ .../assm/faq.html> /