Message-ID: <4931eli$9710161212@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: vickietern@aol.com (VickieTern) Subject: New TG: Fury 27/37 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: <19971016135401.JAA12853@ladder02.news.aol.com> Hell Hath No Fury Part 27 of 37 ================================ (c) Darkside@nym.alias.net If you are'nt legally entitled to read this. Don't ------------------------------------------------------------------ "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. ================================================== 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. ------------------------------------------------------------------------- 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. 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