Message-ID: <4912eli$9710161154@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: vickietern@aol.com (VickieTern) Subject: New TG: Fury 11/37 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: <19971016131400.JAA10159@ladder01.news.aol.com> Hell Hath No Fury Part 11 of 37 ================================ (c) Darkside@nym.alias.net If you are'nt legally entitled to read this. Don't ------------------------------------------------------------------ BOOK 3: Kat O'Nine Tales ===================== "Come now Watson, The game is afoot." Sherlock Holmes. 1. A Tale of two Genders - James's/Jane's Tale. =============================================== I wrote down in my journal The purpose of this log is to record my feelings and occurrences since the accident('P'Day) that gave me a pussy. I hope it will give me the strength to cope and provide me with a log to record my progress so far. If I miss bits out or this is a bit disjointed then sorry but I hope I'll be able to put everything down. P Day +1 It still feels strange when I walk, having a pussy that is. It's certainly odd going into the men's and sitting down to pee but I can't help that. My ex fiancee freaked out when I told her my news about the 'accident' at the lab yesterday. I had hoped she would be understanding and help me get thru this but no, she packed her stuff and left pretty quickly. So much for undying love. I don't really blame her after all how would YOU react if your fiancee came back and said. 'Darling these been an accident at the lab oh and by the way I've a cunt instead of a dick now.'. I wasn't as blunt as that but the message was the same. So here I am mostly man but fundamentally female. I'm confused... P Day +3 I'm getting lonely now, why did I ask to have some time off. Am I James or Jane though. The one compensation is that my pussy is much more sensitive than my cock ever was but I do so miss the feeling of an erection. The weather has improved so I think I'll get out. Liz phoned to see how I am. She's offered to pay any counselling or hospital bills needed to get myself sorted out. I guess she feels a little guilty but I'm sure it was an honest mistake. All I have to do is arrange things with Vickie and I'll get the best care money can buy. I'll keep this as a last resort though. P Day + 7 days Now I AM confused my period started today, I thought that I'd only been given Cathline's pussy, now it seems I have her 'plumbing' as well. How do women go thru this every month? Only one hiccup, my ex's sanitary towels don't fit properly in men's briefs and I ended up with blood inside my jeans. This means from now on I'll have to wear panties. I'll have to go out tomorrow and get some. P Day + 8 Days I drove to the mall in silence. I guess buying panties is a big deal after all. What size am I? How do I tell? The lady in the shop was very helpful but a little surprised that I wanted just plain ones for my girl friend. Still at least I won't leak into my jeans now. I got home and tried them on. They were a little tight around the hips(as to be expected) but very comfortable. Their silky texture on my skin made me quite turned on. I noticed that my bush peeped out above the top of them but I guess that's normal or do women shave there? I really need someone I can talk to about this. P Day + 10 days I'm sure my nipples are growing. All those female hormones from my period is causing me to grow tits!!! I sure hope they shrink back down again. I didn't do much today again, I guess I'm becoming a slob. Why did this have to happen to me... P Day + 14 Days I now have fledgling breasts they are about 32B. Even though they are tiny compared to 'proper' tits I'm still uncomfortable with them. Yes they are fun to play with and give me great pleasure but I don't really want them. I tried to do some jogging today but I was very conscious of my chest bouncing up and down so I stopped after about a mile or so. Boy do these things bounce a lot. At least my period is over. Am I man or a woman? P Day + 18 Days I've had enough now I've taken Liz up on her offer and I'm now booked into therapy for a top New York shrink. I've also decided to stay in an asylum for my own good, I'll need all the care and attention I can get if I'm to get over this. I want to lead a normal life but I'm so confused. I want to be a man but my body says and is otherwise. I know all about surgery but nothing conventional can restore my manhood. P Day + 6 Months I've now settled into a routine of sorts. Dr Kelly really is very good. She's a small blonde about at about 38 with deep brown eyes and still in reasonable shape despite having two kids. She's recommended that I consider surgery to make myself fully female looking but I know I'll make a ugly woman. My face is too square and feet and hands too large. Why me?, What am I, Who am I? The asylum is actually very good, not at all like the grim scenes you see on TV. It's actually like a secure nursing home and the quality of care is very, very good. New York is nice ,from what I've seen of it which is not much. The staff stated on several occasions that I'm well enough to live outside but I'm not ready yet in my own mind. Dr Kelly agrees with me. I dread to think what this is costing Liz's firm. My breasts are now a modest 34B and have been so for about two months. I'm now comfortable wearing a bra and panties but still hate the middle week of the month. I dress uni-sex style with jeans and sweaters to hide my 'assets'. I realise I have to make a decision soon about the surgery but I'm reluctant to do so. What I want to know I how is Liz's DNA surgery coming on. I could really do with it about now. P Day + 18 Months These past few months I've drifted between insanity and confusion. Although I'm now off the medication part of me still craves for the freedom of madness. This means that I'm still not allowed out on medical grounds. I'm still sane enough however to realise that I still need treatment. I sat in my room watching the TV, just randomly skimming channels when I caught the end of a news broadcast. A very nice looking presenter with blonde hair, brown eyes and powerdressed to the hilt was saying. "And the news today is that Dr Elizabeth Bexley, multi-millionairess and manager of TGEN corp's top research lab is facing trial for the brutal murder of Jane Stephens nee norton at JFK airport." My jaw dropped surely this must be some mistake. Liz would never kill. The news continued. "Dr Bexley is alleged to have flown to Egypt where the new Mr and Mrs Stephens were on honeymoon and tried to break it up. When that was not successful she robbed a downtown gunshop and lay in wait at the airport where she shot Jane Stephens once in the head with a small firearm. Mrs Stephens was killed instantly and Dr Bexley was wounded in the shoulder by the airport police. Mr Stephens is nowhere to be found but is understood to still be in Egypt. Over to the gunshop owner for this exclusive interview." A burly unshaven man appeared on screen, trying to look macho. I guess he felt a bit sheepish about being done over by a girl. Still he didn't know how strong Liz could be. He began to talk.. "Yeah I saw her, She'd be a real looker if she put her mind to it" "What exactly happened" asked the reporter "She had this large tattoo that went all the way up, and I mean all the way up. She distracted me and then kicked me in the y'know. I went down and she must've done some kind of doctor thing on me because when I awoke I'd been robbed and my neck hurt like shit." Since when did Liz get a tattoo, why would she get one? She was so proud of her body I couldn't think of her decorating it in that way. My thoughts turned back to the news report. The trial is expected to take place in the next two months and If found guilty Dr Bexley faces death by lethal injection. And now onto the man who claims that Elvis taught his roaches to sing" I was utterly bemused. At the lab we all knew about her being jilted and how hard she'd taken it but to kill!. Sorry that was just not possible. Other things didn't seem to add up. Liz was so careful she wouldn't just go in with literally all guns blazing even if she wanted to kill. The tattoo was also weird, maybe she got drunk or something. She must've had some kind of breakdown. I'll try and find out from Vickie at work F + 2 Days.. 2. F + 2 Days Scoop Of The Day - The Journalists Tale. ====================================================== "Thank God that's over" I said to Steve, my cameraman "You did great, mind you that lump was real pissed at being done over by a girl" He replied with a grin. "Sure he was. Mind you I can't work out why she would do it. I mean she had everything and she goes and blows it like this. She could at least of hired someone to do it." "Yep" Steve replied, much too busy putting the kit back in the van. "I mean if I were her I'd just have gotten over it and enjoyed life" "Yep" Steve answered again, still not concentrating on our conversation. He was like that, his precious equipment was his one and only love despite my intentions to muscle in. I began to disassemble a tripod so that we could get back to the station. Back in the van,driving back in the rain and traffic I decided to ask him for a date for the nth time. "Steve,how'd you fancy going for a drink after work?". "Sorry Steph but I've got to work on some edits for the morning show". Rats, shot down again. Steve was very nice,kind and would do anything to help anyone, but as far as women were concerned we were a different species. One day.. We arrived back after a long delay due to traffic, why does everyone drive like loons in the wet. The E-Mail on my battered old PC was from my editor, Dean. It read. "Steph See me as soon as you get in Dean" "Ok Dean what do you want". I thought as I avoided the normal bustle of the office, knocked on the door and went inside. "Glad you could make it back your highness. Did your subjects get in the way" Dean said sarcastically. I had this reputation of being a primaddona. This was sometimes justified but usually not. Still it beat the Lois Lane jokes anyday. Dean had,had a thing against me since I refused him at some long forgotten party. I'd wait for Steve anyday. "What do you want Dean. I've got this Bexley murder to get ready for the late news". "That's what I want to talk to you about" he said. "Go ahead" I said curtly. "I know I tease you about being a princess and Lois Lane but you really are the best reporter I have". A complement from Dean!! Ignoring my surprised looks he continued "I need you to drop everything and look into the Bexley Murder, this is going to be big and I want an inside line on it. Find out everything you can about her, her motivations and anything as to why one of the most eligible women in the country would blow away someone in cold blood". Wow. The story of the year handed to me. "Great thanks , I only managed to get a few details before, what do we have?" "Take a seat" he said. I sat down adjusting my skirt to ensure he couldn't ogle my legs as he had tried to do on several occasions. Listen Steph he's starting to explain. "As far as we know it started about three years when she was jilted by this man". Dean handed me a photo of a man in his late twenties. Cute too. "How'd' they meet?" I asked. "It seems as though he was nearly killed when his car broke down out in the wilds, she brought him out of it and it grew from there". "I'm surprised I'd have thought she would have known better than to get involved in Dr-Patient relationships" I answered. "I guess loves like that" and he gave me a knowing look. "Carry on,I know he dumped her at the altar any idea why". "According to one of the guests it was because he didn't love her and didn't want to hurt her in the long term" Dean replied. "Not many real romantics around these days. I'd like to meet him, when's he due back from Egypt?. I take it he's on the next plane out". "That's the strange thing he's wasn't at the hotel room when the police went to tell him" Dean replied. "Very odd,perhaps he's looking for her himself" I answered. "Maybe" Dean Said. "Can I meet Dr Bexley?" I asked. "Sorry, the police won't allow it. According to sources she's acting very strangely. She just sits there not defending herself, only saying 'you wouldn't believe me If I told you the truth'. She's making no effort to try and free herself. It's as though she wants to die. Her parents are on their way and I understand it's they who have being trying to get her out on bail. She hasn't even appointed an attorney. The DA's office has never seen a suspect like it. It's almost as though she's been traumatised in some way" "Gunning down someone in cold blood is pretty traumatic. Maybe she just flipped and is only now realising what she as done" I answered. "This whole thing has got everyone puzzled. I want you get out of here and dig up as much as you can, don't come back until you've an exclusive. Here's everything we have" He passed me a blue folder which I took. I went to leave. "Steph?" "What!" I answered very keen to get this going. Once I got a story I didn't let go. "I've I feeling this is going to be big, very big. Be careful" Dean said. I went home right away to read up on this strange and chilling murder. F + 4 Days.. ------------------------------------------------------------------------- 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> /