Book 3a: Kat O’Nine Tales               by: Darkside

 

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"Come now Watson, The game is afoot."
                                     Sherlock Holmes.

 

1. A Tale of two Genders - James’s/Jane’s Tale.

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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.

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"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 nd 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..

 

3. F-21 Days No Rest For The Wicked - Cathline’s Tale.

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John, sorry Jane and I took the flight to Egypt looking forward to our four week tour. Thanks Liz, it really makes a difference flying first class. John and I got real VIP treatment although I do wish he would stop eyeing up the air hostesses. One of them is bound to notice.

Mind you I’m still annoyed that he doesn’t want to flaunt his new sex at least a little. He insists on wearing jeans but a least he now wears T- shirts instead of sweaters.

We arrived at the hotel too exhausted even to unpack. Once again Liz had excelled herself. I mean the hotel was fantastic. She had booked us the pent-house which lived up to it’s name in everyway.

A bottle of champagne was chilling by the bed with a note beside it. I opened it up and read it out loud

"Cathline and John. Happy second honeymoon

See you both Later

Liz".

"Want to make it a real honeymoon?" I asked John.

"Maybe in the morning, it’s 11pm and I’m bushed. This body just can’t keep going like my old one" John said miserably.

"You’re just not used to it yet, in anycase ENJOY it Liz’ll turn you back after this trip. Just enjoy being a beautiful woman for a while".

"I’m still shattered,look lets go out and explore tomorrow and I’ll look for something that will keep us amused" John said.

"Fine, here catch" And I threw him one of my old night-dresses He caught it and stripped off, he’s got better at taking a bra off now but what’s inside it still fascinates him. His green eyes go wide everytime he looks down..

By the time he’d finished ogling I’d gotten ready and was waiting for him in bed.

"If you want to play with them at least let me do it" I called to him in the bathroom.

"That’s ok I’ve done now. I wasn’t playing with them I was trying to get my hair straight. How do you girls put up with it?" John said as he got into bed.

"Just call it skill". I rolled over and but my arms around his back, my hands cuddling his breasts.

"Hmm. That’s one compensation of being a woman". he said

We lay there just cuddling his warm body next to mine and we soon drifted off to sleep.

John was up before me the next day and had made a respectable job of getting ready. He,like me respected local custom of not showing uncovered legs. Although I think subconsciously he did it to try and hide what he had become. Sorry John doesn’t work.

"Where to first?" I asked.

"The local market. I need to get some more clothes" was the reply.

"Good idea. It’ll give us chance to look around a bit".

We went out to brilliant sunshine. All around us were crowds of people,mostly Arab but the whole town was a cosmopolitan jumble of nationalities. The market traders were doing a brisk business and you could buy anything from live goats to supposed maps of ancient tombs. The air was thick with exotic spices and the noise of thousands of people talking and shouting in Arabic was amazing. Mixed in with this melting pot of noise just add the sound of hundreds of chickens,goats and cattle and you get a scene as close to chaos as you’ll ever find.

John had found some long,colorful pants for himself(and me when he gets turned back) and was trying to barter the price down. He was having enormous fun and it was a relief to see him really happy since the transformation. Liz I don’t know how to thank you.

The only downside was that we could not, in this strict culture hold hands or kiss in public but the buzz around us was like a narcotic. Deeper and deeper into the market we went in search of greater bargains such as exotic silks and fine jewellery.

John was again trying to get the price down of a fine silk shirt when suddenly a rush of people began to push me further from him. I last saw him trying to push his way thru the crowds after me but all was lost as the crowd swept me away from him. I felt a hand cover my mouth, the smell of something and all went black.

I awoke in a darkly lit, small room with only a tiny window to let in the dying sunlight. My head still felt woozy and the room span as I tried to get up. I was colder than before and in the dimness of the room saw that someone had undressed me and put on a much more revealing outfit. I looked down at the small jewelled top and even smaller panties which made me look and feel like a cheap belly dancing whore. I felt abused and violated that parties unknown had forcefully stripped me and shut me in this room.

I walked over to the door but was unable to get there as my ankle was chained to the wall. In spite of my tugging it would not budge.

"Hey let me out" I screamed at the top of my voice.

No reply.

"I’m an American Citizen I have rights here. If my government finds out you’ll be in deep shit" I shouted louder.

I repeated this until I could shout no more and sat in silence as the sun went down.

I was asleep when he came in. He was a hooded brutish figure more apelike than human. He leered at me and in spite my screams and trying to get away fondled one of my breasts. I nearly threw up in terror but another Arabic voice caused the man to stop his lustful advances before I could do so.

Where was this place? What were they going to do with me.

The ape stood to one side of my a gun at the ready. Better not try anything I thought.

A smaller swarthy looking man came in, his hair was neat and parted and his teeth gleamed white in the darkness of the room. He began to spoke in broken but well educated English.

"You are wondering what you are doing here. Let me tell you."

The gun pointing at my head told me to shut up and listen.

"I belong to an ancient organization called, in your language ‘the guild’. The guild was old when all of Europe was in darkness. We honor our greatest master Hasan Sabbah in all things.We see all and are behind much of the things in this world. Our employers are special people who appreciate our skills and our skill does not come cheap. In nearly a thousand years we have never failed an assignment. Our most recent and famous public success was the killing of your president Kennedy. So little American woman do not try our patience as worse things can befall you than what we have in mind".

He continued on his voice almost religious in tone.

"Ahmed here was a little enthusiastic and he will be punished later".

The ape-man presumably Ahmed looked terrified at this prospect. The man went on.

"You will never know our employer but I can tell you what we will do with you. Tonight you will be taken out of the city and held with some fifty other women. You will then be auctioned off to the highest bidder so that you can serve them for the rest of your life. If you behave the rewards can be great just as the punishments can be terrible.

And with that Ahmed and the man left the room leaving me in stunned silence. I was going to be someone’s slave, most likely in a harem somewhere. God no, I must try and escape.

I started screaming again.

Ahmed came in pointed a gun at me which had the effect of shutting me up, he threw a sack at me and gestured for me to put it on. I hesitated but I heard the gun click as it was cocked. I put the sack on and did’nt dare wriggle. I was manhandled over presumably Ahmed shoulder and could feel the cold metal of the gun at my head as I was taken up some stairs.

I lay in the trunk of a car as it drove for what seemed like hours until it finally stopped. I could feel the heat of the day thru the sack as I was placed inside. I could hear other women’s voices jabbering away in Arabic or some other language. I felt my ankle being chained again and I blinked as the sack was removed and the full light of a desert sun hit my face.

At the sight of me some of the women stared at me however one came as close as her chain would allow.

"Hello, You English?" She said slowly.

"American, Where am I?"

"You are in what you call Libya" She looked me up and down as though examining me and said.

"You are good. You will fetch good price. Many men here want Americans".

"Can we escape?" I asked.

"Many have tried, all have failed, all have gone" was the chilling reply.

"When I am sold can I escape?" I asked.

"Depends, if you are good and you can be trusted you may be sent to find other slaves. Guild will come for you if you run".

I knew from my brief run in with the guild that I could not escape that way. I really was doomed to be in a harem unless I could get a message to John or someone else. If I can I’ll get Liz to help; she’ll save me.

"How come you know so much?" I asked.

I was chief girl for another master. He died and now I am being sold as part of his property’ was the reply.

"What’s your name?" I asked.

"We are not allowed names" was the reply.

"Mine’s Cathline" I stated.

We talked for a while. It was clear from her conversation that she held out little hope of escape and that my life ahead was doomed to the sexually depraved whims of whoever brought me.

Every few minutes a girl would be taken away to an area similar to a catwalk where the bidding would be done. Ahmed came and unchained me after 15 girls had been taken. As I was taken to the catwalk I looked around for any chance to escape. The slave girl was right we were in the middle of a desert and armed guards stood a regular intervals. Any attempt to run would be suicide.

Another man, this time small and sinister looking told me in broken English that the more I could be sold for the better off I would be. Therefore I must try and tempt the buyers.

I got up on the catwalk still feeling cramped after so much time being chained up. Some music started and I knew I had to make a show of it. Copying what I had seen several times in the movies I swayed my hips,butt and tits to the music. I must admit to finding it quite erotic and found myself a little moist.

The buyers were looking serious as bids came in over their mobile phones. As a bid came in they would shout something in Arabic to the sinister looking one. I must increase my chances somehow. Each wiggle of hip and of ass became more seductive as I imagined stripping of in front of John. Before I had really gotten into my stride Ahmed the ape grabbed my arm and pulled me off stage.

"You raised $300,000. However you have been sold to Osman Rahmani. He is a cruel man but if you obey him you will do well." The sinister man said in his matter of fact tone.

I was bundled into a truck with three other girls and taken to Osman’s Harem. The other girls chatted nervously to each other. I sat silent still in shock and horrified what had just happened to me. I had been kidnapped and sold into slavery to serve some rich man’s perverted fantasies. John where are you now, I need you please. I began to sob softly,like I had learned to do as a child when I wanted no-one to know I was crying. There must be a way out,must be.

When I got to Osman’s palace or whatever it should be called the four of us was told something in Arabic. I kind of got the message, we were now the property of Osman Rahmani and must behave ourselves otherwise bad things would happen.

We were taken into a large room with a pool in the centre,surrounded by a highly decorated marble floor. I could hear quiet feminine whispers from another room off to the side and reasoned that this must be where the other members of the harem were.

A girl came out, shorter than me but well built. She moved with the air of a princess. I guess she must be the ‘chief girl’. She took my hand and led me to the room.

Inside the room was filled with ornate funiture,large silk cushions were everywhere . Sitting on those cushions and just talking was around thirty other women. All were very pretty,and very naked. I felt womanly hands take off my top. This was one thing I wasn’t going to complain out. Another woman put her arm around my hip and pulled down my panties leaving me naked and feeling aroused.

The chief girl took me by the hand and gestured for me to get into the pool in the other room. I did so and she joined me. Hmm could be your lucky day Cath.

No such luck however as the chief girl began to wash me with course soap. She did it in a harsh, rough way that nearly took my skin off. Some girls might like it that way but not me. After the wash she gestured to me to get out and kneel down on the marbled floor. This I did hoping she wanted some fun but all she did was call out and then kneel down.

I heard footsteps and looked up to see a fat,ugly man in his fifties wearing elaborate clothing. Two men certainly as large as Ahmed the ape stood impassively by his side. These bodyguards had a holstered gun on their side and a large nine pronged whip in their hands. From their fear of this man this must be Osman Rhamani. He said to me in very poor English.

"Bitch you will obey me. If you don’t you will be punished. Disobey me three times and you will suffer curse of the iron. Now suck me"

He took off his pants to reveal his bloated and disgusting looking stomach. Folds of flesh hung down giving signs of overeating and much drinking. He thrust his cock into my face and demanded.

"Suck!"

I knelt there not moving. I must not give into this man. I heard a loud crack and suddenly a searing pain ripped thru my exposed back. Crack another burning pain. I could feel blood beginning to well up on my back. How far can I push this.

"SUCK" This time the voice was forceful.

I took his erect cock in my hands and placed it’s shaft into my mouth. I put my lips around it and was almost sick in disgust. I could feel the blood pulse in the veins of his dick around my lips. He began to move it deeper in almost down my throat.

"SUCK Whore!" He shouted. Crack! Pain! Crack! Pain! I must suck it or else.

I began to suck on his erect dick and he started to move it deeper in. Revulsion and anger at being kidnapped and humilated like this boiled up inside me and I made the third worst mistake of my life. I bit as hard as I could.

He screamed in pain as blood poured from his cock. I could feel the his warm blood inside my mouth giving me much satisfaction. He screamed at his two henchmen. I caught a last glimpse of one of them raising a pistol butt and all went dark.

I awoke in pain. I was in a very dark room, almost like a dungeon. My arms were chained to the wall as was my spread-eagled legs. My whole body ached and I could feel where the lashes had cut into my back. I gave into the pain and passed out again.

I came to I don’t know how much later. Osman stood before me.

"You stupid American dog. Now you will stay in chained my has long as it takes me to heal. Now you cannot stop me from having you. Now any of my men or guests can have you just like the whore of dogs you are" He growled.

I was given water later on in the day and allowed to stretch my limbs for about an hour before the ape guards chained me up again despite all my struggles. One of the guards bent down and I was helpless as he firstly fondled then begun to suck my breasts. With a gap toothed grin he undid his pants revealing an erect cock. I screamed helpless and in pain as he pushed it into my slit. There was no pleasure in being penetrated in this way just terror. I could feel him inside me moving, thrusting and finally he came. He left me dripping with cum joking with his friend. I began to sob uncontrollably.

Sometime later Osman came back down.

"So my little bitch whore how did you enjoy my guards?" Osman said.

It was then I made the second worst mistake of my life. I gathered as much spittle as I could muster and spat right in his face.

He shouted in fury and stormed upstairs.

Some time later he came back down and said.

"Whore! you are the first I have had to do this to and it saddens me to do this to such a pretty face. You will learn to obey me and may this be your final and permanent warning". He stopped, pulled a coin out of a pocket and asked.

"Heads or Tails?"

"Heads" I managed to croak.

He flipped the coin and said "Heads it is and that means left" And with that went back upstairs.

A man came downstairs with an oil barrel full of coal. He set it alight and I saw the flames begin to shoot up into the air. The coal on the fire began to glow and the room became unbearably hot. The man placed something in the fire and left.

Sometime later and the room was stifling hot and I was feeling very faint.

The man came up to me and said "hold still!".

I then saw he was holding a white hot rod of iron. It sparkled and shone with a hateful glow. I tried to struggle but my chains held me tight. I started to scream but the man but a hand over my mouth and held my face. As if in slow motion the glowing rod came closer and closer towards my left eye. A searing pain like I had never felt before entered my left eye and ripped thru my entire head.

I screamed and screamed until in pain I passed out.

I awoke still in pain but only chained by my ankle. My left eye hurt and hurt and hurt. I found I could see nothing from it and tried to open it. It just wouldn’t obey.

I felt something around my head and reached up to touch it, an eyepatch. I took it off hoping in vain that it would cause my left eye to open. It didn’t.

Gingerly I reached up a hand to touch my eye. Sure enough the lid was there but the eye beneath felt rough and course. Then the pain started again and I passed out.

I remembered the iron coming towards my eye and screamed in horror at the sight which was now literally burned into me.

Osman came into the room said nothing but gave me a battered plastic mirror.

I stared into my scarred face. My left eye was in ruins although the lid had remained intact. The actual eyeball had gone burned away in that rod of hate. The rest of my face was fine with the eyebrow not even singed. I put on the eyepatch and looked again.

The patch hid my scars well but asked the question what was beneath it. I had worn a patch before when it was fashionable in some bars and had thought it looked kinda sexy. But this one was real and in no way erotic . Thanks to this hateful place I had been maimed for life. Oh John or Liz where are you?

F Day - 2 Months.

 

4. F -1 Day. ‘I love It When A Plan Comes Together’ - DR Elizabeth Bexley’s Tale.

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HE left my room without much incident. I guess he was still in a state of shock, but that’s only to be expected. It’s now much too dangerous to hang around here as Kat so I’ll have to ditch her face and assume one of my other identities as a safeguard.

It’s really all over, I can’t believe it. My love still refused me, even when faced with no choice at all. After all this time he still hates me enough to want to hurt me. What can drive someone like HIM to be so cruel? What is there about me to hate? Even in the form of his wife he still rejected me. At least he will suffer.

Tears began to form in my eyes as I let out all the emotions that had been bubbling away for days and I cried, really cried for the first time in a year. With each tear the pressure of impersonation and fear of discovery lifted little by little until I felt much better.

I must pack and literally change quickly John is due here soon and I’ve got to leave the cassette tape here so that he can pick it up. Hmm let me see who shall I be Alison,Jennifer or Christine, Alison I think.

I took the pill marked ‘AD’ from the small pill bottle in my bag and swallowed it whole. Ugh definitely make a mint flavored one next time. Now I have to pack and check out before the pill takes effect.

I packed quickly but efficiently but must admit to having a twinge of regret when I saw the garters and teddy HE had worn. Oh what might have been. I checked quickly around for anything missed, nope nothing. Now all I’ve got to do is remove some items from Kat’s luggage and leave the rest here. The Guild will take care of clearing the room when I’ve gone.

I paid the hotel bill with Kat’s credit card and checked out. Hmm only an hour to go before my face changes. John should soon be turning up as well.

Once again I found a quiet backstreet in which to change faces. Checking my watch I took the countdown five, four, three, two, one, twinge.

I could feel my face reshaping and hair growing at the same time. I momentarily went blind as my eyes changed shape and color. Little by little the twinges stopped and I felt normal again. I checked my watch 22 seconds had elapsed. Excellent! I’m now Alison Davies,born 22^nd August 1968, on a business trip for my firm and inline to be the youngest CEO in it’s history. Just a quick mirror break to check I’m not half Kat half Alison.

It’s worked. Alison’s long mane of blonde hair shone down from my thinner more oval face. My eyes were now a deep brown and lips a little smaller than Kat’s. Not really stunning but pretty in a homely kind of way. Still my new face was only required to get me back into the states and away from any harm that could have befallen me.

I walked back to my old hotel and sat in the ornate lobby. The manager came up and asked me if I needed some assistance but I just said I was waiting for someone. That someone was John.

After forty seven minutes John(still in Kat’s body) turned up. I had a nervous moment when I first saw him as I thought it was the real Kat but I could trust the guild. Perfect He’s going upstairs to my old room. Now Liz Wait.

Ten minutes later he emerged from the room carrying Kat’s luggage, thanked the manager and then left for the airport in a beat up old taxi.

I waited a few more minutes before catching a taxi of my own to the airport. Why did I always get a talkative driver.

"You enjoy Egypt?"

"Yes it will hold many memories" I said.

"You pretty woman , make lot’s on markets" he said leering at me in the mirror.

"No thank you,just get me to the airport".

Was I going to be abducted and end up in the same fate as Kat and Cathline?. It certainly seemed so as the taxi was not going to the airport.

"Please take me to the airport" I insisted.

"No you much too pretty to leave" The taxi driver said.

Fear began to creep into my mind. Think Liz what was the phrase the guild had told you for emergency situations. In English the phrase was ‘Fist of God’ In Arabic Qubth-something. Now what is it ,Got it. I said firmly "You will take me to the airport Qubth-ut-Allah".

I was slammed forwards as the driver hit the brakes hard.

"Sorry mistress I did not know. You will forgive me. I will take you to the airport". The driver replied almost scared to death.

Must remember that one I thought. "This time you are forgiven. The next time maybe not. Now get me to the airport NOW".

The taxi driver shut up the rest of the way and we arrived at Cairo international airport without further incident.

I checked in with only a half an hour to spare and was sitting down in the departure lounge drinking a large, cool coke. My heart was still pounding after the attempted kidnapping and narrow escape. I’m so glad the guild look after thier customers. I hate to think what Cathline’s going thru.

Sitting over to my right was John looking very tired and depressed. I was tempted to go and talk to him to gloat in someway but that would have been very foolish. He just sat there his head in his hands looking as though he had lost his right arm. He looked up and glared at me and I quickly averted my eyes. I did’nt want to draw attention to myself. I took pity on him in a way but his wife was far too dangerous and trecherous to be left hanging around. He knew about my drug firsthand and so must be dealt with as part of my clear up of loose ends. Still he looked so sad.

I boarded the flight but unfortunatley ended up in the seat behind John. I hope he does’nt notice that my current body(not face) is identical to his own. I’m sure he’s got other things to think about.

I had a nervous moment when I came back from the bathroom. John looked at me,really looked at me as though studying me. I was relieved when I saw he was only eyeing me up. Men never change, even when they are a woman.

I slept most of the way. The inflight movie was passable, I dunno what it was about some romance. I paid little attention to it. Life’s not like that.

We got off the flight and I waited for my small amount of luggage. I then followed John at a discrete distance, was that HIM I saw hanging around in the crowds. Can’t be him can it?. I followed John a little more. Fuck that was HIM, and he was waiting for me, no actually he was waiting for me as Kat. What was he going to do?

HE followed John a while longer and John became aware of HIS pursuit. Fuck, Fuck, Fuck somehow HE was carrying a gun. John saw this and started to run away. There was a loud crack and the back of John’s head exploded with the force of the bullet. Another crack and HE was felled to the floor by a shot from the airport police. From where I saw the bullet enter it looked like a minor shoulder wound. The closeness of the range should allow HIM to make a full recovery as the bullet would have passed right thru.

But what the fuck had he done. I’d planned to put John in the way in case of something like this. But to actually have it happen in front of you was scary. I must go away and think, quickly the police are starting to get statements from people who saw it. I must get away to plan my way around this complication.

Still wearing Alison Davies face .I hired a car from the airport and drove to Rhamnus. What did disturb me was the fact that this was now a high profile media event, as a report by some reporter called Stephanie Lane proved. She looked a tough cookie on the TV but she has no proof only spectulation and HE would just be labeled as insane.

Still I must go to Rhamnus and prepare for exile from Dr Elizabeth Bexley forever. Once again he has driven me away. This time from my life,my body and my family. He deserves to burn. Thinking about it taking a life was’nt as hard as people make out.

F + 4 Days.

 

5. F-21 Days Hope and Tragedy - John’s Tale.

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I tried to fight my way through the crowds towards Cathline. In my old body I may have been able to do it but with this one I was helpless. I last saw her stretch out a hand towards me shouting ‘John’ but soon she was swept away from me.

I went back to the hotel to wait for her return as she is bound to arrive soon. In the meantime I’ll try on some of the gifts we had brought for each other. Cathline was right I will make the most of this body while I can. I feel much more sexy now and am ready when she is. I’ve had enough of touching my self up, I want to be a real woman now.

Which top, Oh yes the silky one I had just brought. I took off my faded T- Shirt and again marvelled at the sight of my heaving chest. I’ll never get used to it and don’t really want to either. The shirt fitted perfectly. Once again I saw the gentle curve of my body and how it flowed into my cute ass. I felt a warm feeling below as I moistend up and I fought down the temptation to explore some more. I must wait for Cathline.

Strange she’s been gone for nearly four hours. Probably got lost or something. I drifted off to sleep.

I awoke and it was daylight again .Had I really slept that long?

"Cath" I called.

No reply and the side next to me had not been slept in. She must have got back by now. All thoughts of a sexy reunion left as I was now very worried. Using the guests handbook next to the phone I called the police. It was hard to make myself understood but I think I managed to get my message across.

An hour later a swarthy looking cop turned up. He was looking concerned and he spoke in heavily accented but understandable English.

"How long has your friend been gone?"He asked.

"Just over a day" I answered.

"Hmm have you a photograph you let me copy?" He asked.

"Sure" I went to my wallet in the drawer and got out the picture I kept in there of Cathline. Looking at it made me miss her more. I gave it to the cop.

"I will return this to you as soon as I can. In the meantime stay here in your room so that when she comes back you will know" .

"Ok" I replied.

"I will see you tommorow" And the cop left.

This was serious, Cathline would never be gone so long. Something must have happened to her. But what? I lay on my bed worrying for most of the night. Everytime I heard footsteps outside I would sit up and expect her face to pop round the door and she would whisk me off to bed. Still I will keep a log of my travels and feelings so that we can look back and see how silly I was to worry.

I must have drifted off to sleep as I awoke the next day. Still no Cathline anywhere. There was a knock at the door.

"Cath" I shouted and flung open the door. My heart sank when I saw it was the same cop from yesterday.

"I’m sorry no-one has seen this lady. She is not in any of our hospitals and nobody has found a body. I have spoken to the police in Syria and they report that a lady looking like her has been seen in Aleppo".

"Of course Syria, that was to be our next stop on our tour" I exclaimed.

"That maybe where she has gone, I will keep an eye out for her here, I take it you have tickets to Syria?". The cop asked.

"Damascus".

"I will put you in contact with the Syrian police. They can arrange for you to get to Aleppo".

"Thanks very much" .

"Here is your photograph back. We have copied at and passed it to all forces in the area. You may keep this to aid your search" I took the photo back and thanked the cop again.

At last a lead! Syria, why she would go to Syria without me? I’ve no idea but at least she is still alive and well. I packed my things right away and checked out of the hotel.

Never fly local airlines in the middle-east as the plane looked as though it would fall apart but after an uneventful flight I arrived at Damascus. Another cop was waiting for me at the arrival lounge. I can only describe him as tall, dark and handsome. He introduced himself as Salah and said that he would take me to Aleppo. I wonder why the five star treatment. Maybe it’s because they wanted to get on the good side of the US. I did’nt like being a pawn in a political game but at least it made the task of finding Cathline easier.

We got into an old but rugged looking jeep. Salah was a gentleman and knew how to treat a lady. He threw my luggage in the back and opened the door for me to let me get in first.

"You may sleep when you wish. We have a long journey ahead" Salah said.

I did’nt feel very tired but thanked him for the tip.

Soon we were out of the bustle of Damascus and out into the desert. Actually the scenery was very varied, bleached moutain ranges surrounded us which slowly gave way to the more traditional desert scene.

Five hours later we reached the large town of Homs. I was thirsty,dusty and very much in need of a shower. I mentioned this to Salah who drove me to what can only be described as a basic hotel. He went inside and came out about ten minutes later.

"I will sleep here" he said pointing to the jeep. I have arranged a room for you. We will meet tommorow at six, we still have a long way to go.

As the gentleman he was he took my bags into my room, I followed him in. By normal western standards the room would be described as spartan but it did at least have running water and a flask of bottled water was ready for drinking. No shower alas.

"Goodnight Salah" I said exhausted.

"Goodnight" and he took my hand and kissed it. I felt a thrill run thru me and instantly felt guilty. I’m a man for fucks sake. What was I thinking. I did’nt have anytime to reply as Salah left the room, closing the creaky door behind him.

I drunk the flask of water dry and collapsed onto my bed. Nearly there Cathline, soon I’ll be renunited with you. I held that thought, ignoring the way I had felt when Salah had kissed my hand and got on with updating my log. A couple of hours later more tired than I had ever been I drifted off to sleep.

Refreshed from my first good nights sleep in nearly three days I awoke and met Salah outside. He had very thoughtfully paid for me and all that was left was for me to sign the bill. It seemed strange signing ‘Jane Norton’ but I had to do it.

Salah gave me breakfast on the way. A delicous combination of fruit and bread. The scenery was similar to before. Rolling hills of desert mixed in with green fields where irrigation had taken hold. Here and there were small villages of mainly goat-herders and farmers. The one thing that struck me was now matter how tatty the town looked the mosque was always in pristine condition. These people clearly took their faith seriously.

Some hours later we arrived at Aleppo. A busy city similar to Damascus set on hills of white limestone. Salah said it was the second city of Syria. Looking at the crowds I could believe it. We parked in a small side street and Salah got out of the jeep and said "Stay Here".

Not wanting to wander around alone in this place I did as I was told and stayed in the jeep.

About an hour later still no sign of Salah. I was getting impatient, I knew however not to go walkabout as this would most likely get me into the kind of trouble that Cathline may be in.

Suddenly I was surrounded by a mob of rough looking men. They leered at me and jabbered away in Arabic. I felt rough hands try to paw me thru the open window of the jeep. I moved to wind up the window but the hands forcing the windows down were too strong. I screamed in terror as I began to be pulled out of the jeep’s window. No matter how much I struggled the men were stronger.

When all seemed lost I heard a shout "Qubth-ut something". All but one of the men scattered in terror, the other drew a large curved sythe and stood his ground. I looked as to who my savior was. Thank God it was Salah, I’ve never been so relieved in my life.

My eyes detected a blurr, and I heard a sharp ‘Thiick’ noise and my assaliant fell to the floor writhing in pain,his throat slit.

Salah stood over him impassive but victorious. He wiped a small, thin blade on his sleave and sheathed it in a smooth well praticed movement.

"Are you Ok?" he asked.

"You’ve killed him" I shrieked, shocked at the ease in which my guide had dispatched my attacker.

"He was a dog, such people are rare in my country but he deserved to die" was Salah’s chilling reply.

"How did you learn to move so fast?" I asked

"I learned from my father, and his father before me. The source of my skills go back over a thousand years. You are quite safe with me lady Jane. Come I will take you to a hotel". At this Salah lit a small cigarette. I did’nt know he smoked. As the smell drifted past me I recognised it from my student days. It was the umistakable smell of hashish. Salah was either high or thoughtful as he did’nt say another word until he ran into the hotel.

Salah was still in his stupified state so I left him in the jeep and went to my room. The room was far better than the one in Homs as it had a real shower. I stripped off and stood under the warm flowing water for hours. I could feel the water running down my breasts and as I rubbed myself down I could feel myself being aroused. Not at my touch or the thought of Cathline’s but of being touched by Salah. My knight in armor. My hand reached down to my slit and pleasure waves swept over me has my finger went in. I was now really wishing Salah was here. I had never desired a man before but as a woman I wanted one now.

Much to my disapointment Salah did not turn up so I dried myself off and waited for him. Darkness came suddenly but still no Salah. Tired out by all the excitment of the day I went to sleep.

The next day Salah met me for breakfast in the hotel. I had never noticed how his eyes were deep pools of mystery. Who was this man who could kill as easily as I could breath?,why did he smoke dope after killing and not any other time? I must find out.

"Why did you smoke after killing that man?" I asked.

"It was to honour my ancestors and to avenge the works of the Mamluk Sultan" Salah replied. Oh those eyes.

"I see. You are the most mysterious man I have ever met" I said

"Do not get ideas Jane Norton. I am faithful to my wife. Unlike you in our country we take such vows seriously. I am here to help you find your friend and nothing else" he said.

Inside I went quiet. Fuck Salah was married..

"Any news?" I asked, quickly changing the subject.

"None as yet. It is too dangerous for you to follow me where I must go.

You must stay here. You may not be as lucky next time" He said

"I will stay" I said sadly.

The days drifted past. Salah went out each day but returned empty handed each time. I began to fear for Cathline as each day went past. At least the hotel had a pool in which I could enjoy myself. I remembered the threesome with Liz,Cathline and myself. When we get back I’ll do it again. Still this time gives me chance to update my log with the events of the past few days.

Inside I was in turmoil. I now began to think of myself as female. No longer were my breasts and slit alien to me. They belonged to me, they were part of me. I wonder how Cathline will react to this when she returns. Judging by her performance in the pool all that time ago she probably would’nt mind that much. I have a decision to make when I return. To go back to John or stay as Jane Norton.

Two weeks after we had got here Salah came with some news.

"We have located her in Egypt. She was seen going into Luxor hotel a day ago. Come we have’nt much time".

I packed in a blur and we sped to the airport. I asked Salah why we did not fly the first time. He explained that he needed the time spent travelling to set up his contacts here in Aleppo. Besides I only had tickets to Damascus. He joked about me wanting to be rid of him. Oh Salah what might have been.

I could’nt help but shed a tear when I said goodbye to my brown eyed knight. Goodbye Salah, maybe I will come back for you. Wife or no Wife.

My flight to Cairo was uneventful and the swarthy cop met me at the arrivals lounge.

"Come quickly we have found something" he said.

"What about my luggage?" .

"That has been taken care of. We have found a note in a room the Luxor hotel".

"What’s it say?".

"Later, quickly you must come" He said.

He practically pushed me into his car and we drove to the Luxor Hotel.

"Remember you have a flight soon. I will pick you up and take you to the airport when you are done here" he said.

Stupid I had nearly forgotten that my flight left tonight. I wonder how he knew. No matter here is the hotel.

"Now I can tell you" he said.

"Why not earlier?" I asked still puzzled.

"Time is important we needed to ensure you got here first, now we have some time to spare I will tell you" He stated.

"So tell me" I demanded

"The note said that your friend Cathline has left for America. She wants to leave her husband John to be with a Dr Bexley She has left you a tape to explain and wants you to take back some cases to give to John. To get to them you must explain to the manager that you have forgotten your luggage and want the room key back. If we were late the tape and luggage would be cleared away, as would your only chance of finding your friend".

My heart sank at the news. I must remain calm. I was wrong to trust that Bexley bitch. I’ll get her but not before I change back should I want to. I’ve also decided to post my log to Cathline via Vickie Turner so that Cathline will see what I’ve been thru and maybe come back to me. I’ll do that as soon as I land.

"What’s on the tape?" I asked.

"We do not know, we have not yet been inside. That part is now up to you. I will wait here".

"Bye and thanks" and with that I rushed out of the car and into the hotel.

The manager approached me

"Yes madam".

"I’m such a scatterbrain. I left my luggage in my room" I said, putting on my most embarrassed look.

"Ah yes I remember you" he went of to the reception desk and gave me a roomkey.

I took the stairs and opened the door. Sure enough was some suitcases with ‘Jane Norton’ on them and a cassette tape was placed on the bedside table. I took both and took the elevator back down.

The cop rushed me to the airport and I soon cleared customs. I sat down in the departure lounge and waited. How could Cathline do this to me. She’s left me for another woman. I felt drained and tired I put my head in my hands and thought of all the fun we had, had together.

I looked up and saw a blonde haired woman looking at me. That’s right, I’m hurting, you can just piss off back to your own world I thought. The woman quickly looked away, ashamed I guess. Cute body though, just like mine.

I boarded the plane still almost in tears and sat down in front of that blonde bitch. I least I wouldn’t have to see her pitied expression anymore.

As she got up to go to the bathroom I noticed the way she moved, very similar to me, almost catlike.Come on John you’re tired and exhausted get some sleep. I couldn’t help but ogle at her when she came back. Very cute indeed, her lips are a little thin though.

I slept most of the way over, my heart still in splinters over Cathline leaving me.

Immigration was painless and after posting the log to home I walked out into a brightly lit tunnel. My eyes saw a familiar crop of auburn hair. That face, that beautiful face was unmistakable even though she looked a little unkempt. Dr Elizabeth Bexley was waiting for me and what’s she got in her hand...

F DAY..

 

6. F-14 days And the Kat Came Back - Kat’s Tale.

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I needed some space to think and clear my head after nearly losing him last night. This is why I’m sitting down, alone in the hotel bar, just thinking.

I couldn’t believe what was happening to us. A demon, A succubus from his past has arisen and is threatening to destroy us before we have even started out. The demon’s name is Dr Elizabeth Bexley. I cannot even bring myself to say HER name, such is my hatred for HER.

I’ll never forget his face when he stared down at his right leg and saw, what he described as an identical copy of HERS. It was then that I knew we had been cursed. Naturally I tried to comfort him but inside I know that we cannot escape the fate SHE’s prepared for us.

I am more than angry. What right has SHE to destroy us in this way. He left her for valid and noble reasons, he chose me over her. I’m just furious. I’ve not told him this yet as I want to always show an understanding side so as not to panic him but this could wreck us for good. I’m no lesbian in spite of my advances. I just want a honeymoon, any honeymoon.

His lack of sex drive also hurts me. I know it’s difficult for him but he is so special to me I just had to wait until we were married. I wish to God that I had not. Now we stand the very good chance of never consummating our union. I wanted kids for God’s sake. ‘Hell bitch’ you’ve robbed me of that as well.

I don’t hold out much hope of finding a cure either. SHE wouldn’t go to this much trouble if she was going to give us a chance. What do we do? SHE seems invincible. I count myself as pretty intelligent but her plan seems to have no flaws what so ever . I feel pleased I managed to work out part of it but I cannot think of any possible countermeasure. I just hold on to a glimmer of hope that the antidote is real. Somehow I don’t think so.

I hate holding things back from him,especially since he’s not well but judging by his reaction today about becoming HER I think I’m right to do so.

That’s another thing I feel so guilty about giving him that pill. ‘Hell bitch’ you know I love him, and will not see him hurt. You’ve turned me into your weapon of hatred and I’m powerless to do anything about it. A slave to love.

I said almost out loud

I serve notice to you, Hell Bitch that I have drawn a line in the sand against you. Whatever the price, however long it takes, my husband and I will be together. Failing that, even if it costs me my life we will be avenged.

Just what I don’t want some guys are coming over to the table. One is huge, almost like a gorilla. The other swarthy looking with very white teeth. Can’t they see I’m a married woman.

"A beautiful woman like you should not be alone" one said showing glimmering white teeth.

"I’m not! My husband is due down soon" I answered showing them my ring.

"You will come with us" ‘Teeth’ said.

"Sorry I’m not that kind of girl"

"You will be huh huh" ‘Apeman’ grunted. ‘Apeman’ pulled a small, sinister looking knife from his pocket. I froze.

"No screams or you die now" ‘Teeth’ said.

By the look on ‘Apeman’s face he meant it.

"Where do you want me to go" I said. I can make a run for it later I thought.

‘Take this’ ‘Teeth’ said thrusting out a pill.

"What’s this for?" I asked(Is this HER work?)

"Take it" ‘Apeman’ said showing me more of the knife.

With no choice I took the pill and swallowed it down with the remains of my Pepsi.

"Now come with us".

"No chance" I snarled.

I saw a blur of color and looked down to see that a little of my hair had been sliced off. Not enough to really be noticed but enough to make me come with them. Man was he quick.

I got into their car and ‘Apeman’ sat next to me holding me at knifepoint. Why was my head feeling woozy. ‘Hell bitch’ if this is your doing you’ll get triple back.

I felt very sleepy and didn’t notice where we were going.

I awoke naked and missing my wedding ring. I was in a dimly lit room which smelled of some exotic perfume. Now what?

I felt the blood begin to pulse around my body, each heartbeat seemed to get louder and louder. Without warning my legs gave way. Please God not a man, not me ‘Hell bitch’ you die.

I stared at my skin which was becoming more tanned and almost Arabian in color. The flesh on my legs began to almost melt and reshape. I could feel no pain but my legs were certainly different. They lacked that athletic shape I’d worked so hard to get but they had an almost regal look to them. I studied their shape and much to my relief they were still female .

My relief was short lived when I had a twinge in my womb. My hips were reforming before my eyes. I did feel a little faint but it soon past. How could I not have noticed. My waist was now impossibly thin and although my hips had shrunk a little I now had literally an hour glass figure. What next had that hell bitch prepared for me.

I felt an erotic sensation as my breasts reshaped from their normal size to much smaller ones. What was going on?.

My hands began to ache and I stared at them as my arms reformed into a much more delicate shape. I felt woozy and had to rest and I couldn’t help but fall asleep.

Sometime later I awoke and so that my whole body shape was changed.

Still female(thank god) but I could no longer really be called Kat.

My head began to spin. Someone was trying to pull my hair out or at least it felt like I. I took hold of my ever growing locks and saw that not only was it growing it had turned a silky Arabic black. Who the fuck was I going to be. The hair stopped growing when it reached my ass, but was that my nose starting to ache. I grabbed it and found to my horror that it was larger and a different shape than before. I went blind for a few seconds and when my sight returned and I felt my face it felt much different in shape. What did I now look like, who was I??

My head cleared enough to look around and I saw a light switch. Walking over was an effort as I guess I still had to get used to my new body. I flicked the switch and the lights came on.

The room was filled with exotic cushions, curtains filled every wall and sweet smelling flowers were everywhere. In the corner was what looked like a full length mirror, covered by a cloth. I had to look so I rushed over to the mirror and ripped the cloth away.

One look in the mirror was enough I screamed.

Standing in the mirror ,true to life was Jasmine from Aladdin. Everything was there, from the deep brown eyes, small mouth and long hair to the slender waist and long legs.

"Very funny ‘hell bitch’" I said out loud.

I saw now that she couldn’t have turned me into a man. That would mean that we could be together(with me as the husband). This way everyone would stare at me and say ‘Wow that lady looks just like Jasmine’. Our life would now be even worse.

I’ll teach you to make me a Disney character you hell bitch.

I was very tired, I guess it was because of the changes I’d gone thru. So I collapsed onto a cushion and slept.

I awoke some time later to find a blue dress on the floor next to me. Holding it up I saw that it was the same off the shoulder outfit that Jasmine wore. Ha Ha Ha very funny NOT . With nothing else to wear however I put it on.

‘Teeth’ and ‘Apeman’ came in a few minutes later and teeth said "Excellent, we were told you’d look different in the light of day. You must dance for us. Your buyers are watching".

What! SHE’s still not done with me. A chilling thought struck me. SHE wants me to disappear, that’s why she’s changed me and there’s only one sure way to get someone to disappear in this part of the world, Harem.

I vowed before this that I would do anything so we could be back together as husband and wife, wife and wife or whatever. If that means submitting myself to humiliation in a harem for ten years so be it. I will do whatever I can to gain favor so I can get myself in a position to escape.

Some music started and remembering my vow I started to dance as erotically as I could. I ran my hand down my new breasts and over my hips. With my other hand I took hold of some of my hair and ran it past my face. I swayed in time to the music as best as I could.

I noticed that ‘teeth’ and ‘apeman’ were getting worked up about something. I kinda hoped it was my dancing but I don’t think so.

‘Teeth’ said "Take your dress off".

I obeyed letting it slip to the floor. This new body of mine moved very well. Half an hour later the music stopped and ‘teeth’ told me to but the dress back on. Which much relieved I did so.

"You are very lucky" ‘Teeth’ said.

"Why?" I asked (interesting my voice is different, God! not like Jasmine’s as well).

"No woman in our history has ever sold for so much as you. You have raised three million US Dollars and have been sold to the best Harem in the Arab world. They will treat you kindly and you will not be forced into anything that you do not wish to do" Teeth replied.

‘Kat’ or should I say ‘Jas’ looks like your luck is about to change.

The door opened and in walked how shall we put this an Adonis. He was tall with deep brown eyes and not a muscle(and there were plenty of them) was out of place.

"I see that my money was not wasted, come my princess" Adonis gestured for me to follow.

This I did wondering if I was right not to resist, in spite of all this mans charm I was married to the man I loved. If I was ever to see him again I must gain this man’s trust. I followed him outside and into a large white limousine. He gave me a glass of champagne and said "You are the most beautiful of all my women, no man shall have you except me, you will serve no man except me. All my riches are as nothing to your beauty".

I couldn’t help but feel a glow of pleasure being complemented in this

way. I guess I must call him master or something

"Thank you master".

"I am not your master, how could anyone lay claim to such beauty. You may call me Hassan and you will be at my side, always. I will not have you unless you consent for that would corrupt your beauty. You are my precious rose, there to look at and admire, not to pluck with a harsh hand. I have waited many years for a chief girl and I knew the moment I saw you that you were the one". He said with such a gentle look on his face my heart was beginning to melt.

"Thank you Hassan . I will remember your promise to me" I said

We sipped champagne in silence as the Limo drew up outside a large walled palace. Guards opened the large steel gates and we drew into a wonderful courtyard. A fountain was in the centre and all around was the sweet smell of flowers.

The door was opened for me by a butler and I got out and stared around.

"Welcome to your new home, my love" Adonis said

Hmm I could stay here for a while I thought. Hassan gestured for me to follow him which I did. We went past large rooms where the whisper of female voices could be heard thru closed doors.

"You are too precious to stay with my other women" Hassan said

We went to a large winding staircase in which we climbed. It seemed to go on forever but eventually we reached the top. Hassan opened the door and I went in.

The room was one can only describe as palatial. Easily as large as my house at home it had a four poster bed with ornate silk covers. The room was littered with flowers and a carpet of fresh rose petals lay under my feet.

"It’s fantastic" I gasped.

"If you need anything you can have it" Hassan said and with that he left.

Alone for the first time since the auction I explored the room. Behind a silk curtain was a walk in closet with every kind of outfit. From an elegant designer ball gown to some sports kit. Kat my girl you really landed on your feet here. I mustn’t lose sight of my true goal. A cage is still a cage no matter how elaborate the bars.

In one corner was a sunken bath full of warm white liquid. I dipped a finger in. It tasted like milk. I’d read about Cleopatra bathing in asses milk and had always wanted to give it a go. I took off my Jasmine outfit and looked down at my new body. My situation had so overpowered me I had forgotten who I now looked like. Jane Stephens was no more at least in body.

I dipped a brown, slender leg into the bath, ummm that felt good. I put my other leg in and sunk in. OWW I’d just sat on my hair. I’d forgotten it was that long. I stretched out and relaxed for the first time in ages. It didn’t bother me as much as I thought having my body changed like this. Sure I’d want my proper form back but this was nothing compared to how HE is changing.

Oh God what’s happening to me. I’ve become intoxicated with this place I’m beginning to forget. This place is like the Elysian fields once here you forget your past. Hassan does not need bars and armed guards to keep his women here, he seduces them with words and milk baths and soon they forget their past. This I will not do. Hold on my sweet I’ll be back soon, this I vow.

After spending an hour in the bath I got up, dried myself off. Hmm being Jasmine’s not so bad but I’ve yet to met someone who will recognise me as her.

I put on an ornate silk dressing gown and tired from the events of the day slept.

A knock at the door awoke me at I guess around 11am.

"Come in" I shouted.

At the door was another girl, this time dressed in what I would call traditional harem costume. She was smaller than me at 5’4,large breasted and looking very scared.

"The master requests your attendance at his conference now" She said

"What shall I wear?" I asked.

"The master asks that you wear dress five from your collection and shoes number twenty" She said still in fear of me, Why?

I went over to the closet and saw each hanger had a number. I saw a beautiful blue saffron dress, that seemed to shimmer in the light. I put it on and looked in the nearby mirror. I’m still not used to my new reflection but I will admit the old me could never carry off that outfit the way I could now. My hair was a mess though. I went over to the dressing table and went to pick up an ivory hairbrush.

"Mistress, you are not allowed, let me" The lady said.

"Ok thanks" I said as I gave her the hairbrush.

I sat down revelling in the feeling of having my hair brushed in such a sensous way. Remember Kat Elysian Fields, hold on to your promise.

"I have done mistress" The girl said.

I stood up and looked in the mirror in awe of the image there. No one I had ever seen had ever portrayed such an air of grace and majesty as I now did. A beautiful Arabian princess started back at me, her arms moved up to her face in time with mine. The blue dress showed every curve, my tiny waist exaggerated them but not so much as to look ridiculous.

"You must come now" The girl said.

I went to the closet and picked out shoes number twenty, they were deep blue in color with only a slight heel. They fitted perfectly.

I followed the girl downstairs and into large room.

Hassan sat at the head of the table surrounded by his guests. Every single jaw in the place dropped as they took me in.

"Is she not a jewel beyond measure". Hassan said and beckoned me to move over him.

"She is indeed. I wish all my girls were like her" A fat disgusting man, about fifty said.

"I’m sure you do, Osman. But this is one jewel you will not touch" Hassan said.

I walked over to Hassan and he pointed to a wine jug.

"Serve us please" He said.

I picked up the jug and did so.

The evening went on with me being just a waitress and the object of many lewd jokes judging by the laughter.

At the end of it the other’s went away leaving just me and Hassan alone.

"Be glad Osman Rahmani did not buy you" Hassan said

"Why?"

"He is an evil but powerful man. He was boasting that he had gouged a girls eye out with a hot iron because she disobeyed him" he said.

I shuddered at the thought. Poor girl my heart goes out to her.

"Sit a while and let us talk" Hassan said.

We talked about many things. He outlined his promise that he would not touch me unless I wanted it. I was however to serve at his table whenever he wanted. I was also responsible for discipline between the other girls and would be expected to keep them in order. That explained why my ‘maid’ was so scared.

He outlined his family history to me. His family had always lived here and before his parents died they had hoped that he would find a wife soon. Oh God Kat he means me. Hassan also stated that it was forbidden to talk about my past only our future.

"It is time you went to bed, we have more guests tomorrow".

My maid took me upstairs and my head was in a whirl. How can I escape and how long before I succumb to Hassan’s charm?

As each day passed I saw in my minds eye my husband slowly changing into HER. I felt bitter and powerless to help. Come on hubby fight it I thought each day as the time drew near when he would become HER forever.

I was not allowed near the other girls in normal day to day life. I had to deal with a few disputes between girls but they were only minor matters.

A month after my capture I felt a pit of despair in my stomach. By now there would be two Elizabeth Bexley’s, one my sweet, the other a demoness from hell. I must get out. I must find out my love’s fate.

The same pattern of serving tables and talks afterwards repeated it’s self for a couple of months when Hassan came to visit me. This was a first as he had always called me and had never come to visit.

"Come my Jewel we have some shopping to do" he said.

He took my hand and we went to his waiting limo.

F+2 months..

 

7. F+ 5 Days .Fun, Fun, Fun In The Sun, Sun, Sun - DR Elizabeth Bexley’s Tale.

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Since I am now effectively in exile I must now prepare a new place for me to live, both in body and habitat. I’m so glad we developed a GUI for this system. Now let me see what we need.

I’m quite content to let the media have their fun with HIM. No doubt my parents are there now and HE is trying to explain. Let him try is what I say. The threat board is empty as they say. Now about my new body.

I quite like the sound of being a model. I can come and go as I please, earn lots of money and generally live it up. I’ve still got the twelve million in New Zealand to collect but I’ll do that after I’ve changed. I won’t give myself any fixer when I’m the new me in case I want to become someone else, now how tall should I be.

After about an hour I’ve decided that a clean six foot is the right size. I was very happy at five ten but it gives me a couple of extra inches to add to the legs. Now skin tone, Nicely tanned but not too much I think. A couple of mouse clicks later and the image of a six foot amazon rotated in 3D on screen.

Hmm maybe a little more curves. Click, Click That’s better.

General muscle tone. Athletic but not overly muscled. Kind of Demi Moore level. Excellent.

Legs maybe a little too short at the moment. Let’s make them three inches longer. Perfect.

About my new breasts. I’ve enjoyed having Kat’s but maybe they would look a little small on such a tall frame. Click Ooops not that large. No about 38D is about right. Excellent.

Arms. I’ll keep my own I think. I have surgeons hands and don’t want to lose them. Ok don’t forget to change the finger prints though. Done.

Now what about my new face. Hair, I’ve always wanted to be a blonde so blonde it is.

Eyes My own again I think, blue with an everso slight hint of gray. Nose A little smaller than my old one, Hmm not that small. Yep just right.

As for my voice. I really liked mine, but I can’t use that one. I know I’ll give tweak my old voice a little. Take out that tendency to go ultrasonic when mad. Add a little European flavor, after all the new me will have been in Europe for four years. Excellent.

Face shape that’s not too difficult, long and oval with high cheekbones. I know what I’ll let the system choose.

A couple of hours later the most incredible face I’d ever seen looked out. It went beyond the current standards of beauty and set new standards in female perfection. It was simply breathtaking.

I looked at my watch I had been concentrating hard for almost twenty hours and was in need of some sleep. So after setting the drug production system running I crashed out until the following day.

When I awoke sometime in the afternoon my doses were all done, now all that remains is to make a past for the new me and to change into her.

A quick call to the US branch of the guild would sort out the former.

"This is Hippolyte. Switch to encryption code 27.I have a request" I said I keyed in the code on my phone, now even the CIA couldn’t listen in.

"Yes"

"I wish to create a new person".

"One hundred thousand" The voice said.

"Done, the Money will be in the usual place. As will a photograph. I want delivery in two days" I said.

"What are the details?" said the voice.

"Name: Rachel Martin, Height six feet, weight 135 pounds. Sex female, blood group O negative Born 15^th May 1973 in Versailles, France".

"Got that. History?" The voice asked.

"Parents Rod and Angela Martin. They were US citizens working in France when Rachel was born. Killed in auto accident 10^th June 1995. Rachel is only child".

"Carry On"The voice said.

"She attended Oxford University, England from 1991 to 1994 She gained first class honors in bio-chemistry and Human Biology. Fluent in five non English languages(French,Italian,German,Arabic and Spanish) Currently hitching around Europe doing non-descript jobs." I said. Perfect Rachel Martin now had all my skill sets so that I could slip into the role much easier.

"Anything else?"

I outlined some more detail, enough so that if anyone probed into my new life they would see nothing out of order. Rachel Martin brains and beauty all rolled into one.

Over the next two days I ate nothing but carbohydrates and protein. Loosing body mass was easy on the body, it could just burn the excess off to fuel the change. Since I was now five seven and weighed less than Rachel Martin my body would need all the fuel it could get to grow to six feet. I stayed at a local motel noting on the news reports that the Bexley trial was still headline news. The media was still asking why?. Only I and my doppleganger knew the real reason.

I took my next face pill this time as Jennifer Wilkinson. As my hair turned from blonde to red and face altered shape I rejoiced in my triumph. Soon I will be the world’s most perfect woman. I picked up Rachel Martin’s details from a nearby cave and studied them, the guild had excelled themselves. A quick shop for some clothes for Rachel Martin and a ticket to Paris and I was set.

Still as Jennifer Wilkinson I flew to Paris where the fashion week was in full flow. It’s time Rachel Martin got discovered. I checked into a small hotel in Versailles so that I could look around my ‘birthplace’ and took my Rachel Martin pill.

I lay naked on the bed waiting for the changes to occur. I had no wish to feel anything so I had added a sedative to the pill and I began to feel drowsy and I drifted off to sleep.

I awoke feeling utterly exhausted and looked down. I can only describe the view as stunning, my legs went on forever, perfect in every way. My waist was slim and hips wide enough to form a graceful curve. I stood up. Wow This is tall, I’d forgotten what a shortass I’d been. I moved over to the mirror and was transfixed by my new face. It was as though God had taken all the best parts of every beautiful woman who had ever lived and had combined them into this face. It made Helen of Troy look dowdy. I smiled. THAT face smiled, it was real, it was me.

I put on my new outfit, only a pair of jeans and a silk blouse. Even in that I looked stunning. Now to get famous. I paid the bill for Jennifer Wilkinson in cash and walked out into the Paris sunshine. Even walking down the street jaws were dropping. Every male from the lusty teenager to the elderly war hero was agog. Wives and girlfriends dragged husbands away as they ogled my every curve. Women looked on in jealousy and admiration. The impact was everything I had ever hoped for.

I took the subway to one of the largest fashion shows. Bluffed, bribed and flirted my way in. The show had obviously finished as people were milling around talking about it. As I walked in those who saw me stopped talking and a few whispered ‘My God’ and ‘WHO IS THAT!’. The room soon went quiet as a chain reaction of silence took place. Estee Lauder was my chosen point of contact and their rep was still engaged in conversation with someone else, oblivious to the lack of noise in the room. Bold as brass I walked up behind her and tapped her on the shoulder and said in perfect French ‘Can you find a job for me?’.

She whirled round, looked up and with a ‘sacre bleu’ dropped her champagne glass,which promptly shattered. She called out to her supervisor and he came rushing over. His reaction was much the same as hers.

Before I knew it I was being rushed into a limo and was made an offer for nine million a year to be the new face of Estee Lauder. Elizabeth Hurley make way Elizabeth Bexley is here. I made sure the contract was non-exclusive and signed. Five million up front and I start a shoot on Monday.

Three weeks went in a blur. I had really enjoyed being fussed over and the media has gone Rachel Martin mad. I sat in the spa in my hotel room(The Paris Hilton penthouse of course) reading La Monde. ‘Cinderella makes good’ was the head line.

Marcel, my agent(I even have an agent now) is fending off calls from every magazine in the world from Vogue,Cosmo and even the National Enquirer. He’s had calls from Penthouse and Playboy offering multi- million dollar deals for a nude Rachel Martin. Sorry boys no deal. The assignments are mounting up but I had instructed Marcel to only accept the elite. This meant deals running into the millions, nothing else. My next assignment was a shoot for the cover of Vogue and a series of adverts for Estee Lauder. These started in a month. I could pick and choose any assignment I wished. Advertising agency’s were prepared to wait for a year for a Rachel Martin shoot. That suited me just fine.

I’ve taken a month off before I start on another assignment in the US. I’ll use this time to retrieve my nest egg from New Zealand. But I’ll tell Marcel it’s a publicity tour for me.

Everywhere I went was paparazzi. I got Marcel to book me tickets to Auckland and he delivered them and asked me to be careful. I assured him I could take care of myself and I left for Charles-de Gaule airport.

Twenty four hours on a plane is a long time, even when flying first class. I should have asked for a jet I thought. Even sitting down in my most scruffy clothes people still looked. I did sleep most of the way over though. My thoughts on what I had to do when I landed.

New Zealand was colder than I had expected but I guess I was in their Winter. Fortunately news of my fame had not reached here, although I had been followed by a few intrepid photo journalists. I checked into the best Hotel in Auckland, whose name escapes me and called the bank and a local security firm.

I got the security firm to pick up the safe key from me and take the money and deposit it into one of my Rachel Martin accounts. I made another call to an exclusive real estate agent. Who turned up within the hour after I explained to him what I wanted.

Sometime later and eleven million dollars poorer I was the proud owner of a small island in the Indian Ocean. I called the guild from a call box and arranged for the contents of Rhamnus to be shipped out and installed there. No problem they said. It should take three weeks to set it up if they airlifted it out. I wanted them to clear out Rhamnus completely, no traces. I also told them how to deactivate the traps around the system. Don’t want any accidents do we.

Stage two complete.

The next day I flew to Malé, the capital of the Maldives and took a seaplane to my new Island. The house was nice in a desert Island sort of way. I’d soon see that it matched my specifications but that was a much later task. In the meantime I walked around my haven in my bikini. Fuck this is a good body.

There were lots of hidden caves and beaches perfect for storing things that I might not want any guests to see. If only HE was here things would have been perfect, but HE chose a different path. I debated whether to ask the guild of any news on Kat and Cathline but that would link Hippolyte with Nemises and I did not want that. I hope Kat has got the worse deal out of the two. I suspect Cathline will enjoy herself with all those women around.

What shall I call this place?. I can’t really call it Rhamnus as I no longer regard myself as ‘Nemesis’ more Helen of Troy. I know I’ll call it my ‘White Isle’ after the place where Helen of Troy went to live with Achilles. It’s also fitting as one legend says that Helen of Troy was the daughter of Nemesis. I love Mythology it provides an endless pool of names and metaphors.

I spent a further two weeks on my ‘White Isle’ fixing things up myself but mainly just enjoying the sun,sea and surf. I lay content on the beach with my portable CD playing one of my favorite songs. The words were just so apt.

"I’m the face you hoped you’d never see but always knew you would

I’m the one thing you knew you should’nt do but did because you could

I’m the evil in your bloodstream

I’m the rash upon your skin

And you made a big mistake alright the day you let me in".

The music blasted out across the beach, merging into the sounds of the sea. Hmm this place is heaven.

Oh well next week it’s off to the states for another shoot.

F+2 Months

 

8. F+2 Months ‘Shah mat’(The king is dead) - Cathline’s Tale.

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I am in what can only be described as a living hell. I have been chained up for four months or so my guard tells me. My eye is better and no longer hurts. Osman had to give me a course of anti-biotics to cure an infection soon afterwards but that has long gone. I am fed by my jailer three times a day, with a couple hours worth of exercise outside. The only good thing is that I have learned some Arabic and so can therefore talk to my captors, the worst part is when the guards come.

I am raped at least twice a day. I no longer care, that part of me has been shut down. A guard walks in does his stuff with me and then leaves. Being chained spread-legged to the wall I cannot fight back. That awful day when I lost my eye has destroyed the fight in me and left me a cold automation. If I don’t look keen to see them I just get slapped around, the end result is still the same though.

Here comes a guard now, I must smile, look pleased to see him.

The guard walks up to me and undoes my chains. He mutters a single word "out".

I stagger upstairs and am almost blinded by the sun. I stare at my skin which has gone a pale white but the rest of me seems to be ok.

I am dragged to a courtyard that I have not yet seen before and told to stand with some other girls. They stare at me in horror. I don’t know if it’s my patch that scares them or my complexion. They are talking excitedly about something. I hear Osman’s name muttered followed by laughter. What has happened?

I ask one of the girls in my broken Arabic

"What has happened?"

"Master Osman is dead" She said.

"How?" I asked.

"You killed him, when you bit him. He caught a disease from the wound and died in great pain". She said.

Score one for the good guys. I thought.

"What will happen to us?"

"We are to be sold again, as part of his property. You are labelled as a troublemaker, that is why Master Osman took your eye. You should have obeyed. You will most likely go back to your pit"

My heart sank. A lifetime of rape lay ahead. Hang on here comes a white limo.

A tall, very handsome man got out and looked around. The driver got out and opened the farside door and I caught a glimpse of a lady with very long flowing black hair. She looked around at the courtyard and then at the girls on display.

"I am saved. It is Hassan" The girl next to me said with glee.

The lady turned,saw me and stared. I stared back. I if didn’t know any better I would have to say she was Jasmine from Aladdin. She spoke to who I presume was Hassan and pointed at me.

A guard came over and unchained me. The other girls looked on in envy as I was hustled into the limo.

I sat down bewildered at had what just occurred. Somehow this Hassan and ‘Jasmine’ had just brought me but for what? The girl who was standing next to me seemed relieved to see Hassan but why?

‘Jasmine’ got in the limo and said in perfect English. "Hi, my names Jane Stephens but you can call me Kat".

F + 63 Days.

 

9. F DAY +2 Aftermath - HIS Tale.

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They moved me from the station to the state pen the next day . My bail hearing was in a week, or so I was told. How could things have come to this?

I was locked up in holding cell, after being roughly manhandled in. I still feel alien inside this body. Every sensation, every movement is foreign to me. At least SHE is dead, no longer can SHE haunt me. I sit on my bench, moody and depressed. I look up as I hear some keys jingle in the lock. A large brutal looking woman in prison overalls in thrust in my cell. Her hair is matted and untidy and when the bars are finally closed shout she shouts "Fuck you" to the departing guard. Her attention then turns to me.

"I know you, You’re that Bexley woman" She says.

"I guess so" I answer.

"Why’d ya do it. Come on, you can tell your Aunty Sandy. Make me some money too!"

"You wouldn’t believe it".

"What’s a matter little Miss Priss—all lost inside big bad Jail?" she taunted.

I sat quiet, taking an instant dislike to ‘Aunty Sandy’

"You had more money than I could ever steal, You’ve got looks and brains supposedly. Stupid thing to do, blowing her away in public. Stupid Bitch".

I sat silent wishing to God I could get out of this place.

"I aint no fancy doctor, with no fancy mansion but even I can see you gonna die".

"Just let me be" I sobbed. Why was I so emotional. I should be pleased

SHE is dead. Her blood has been mopped off the floor by now. I remembered the feeling of seeing her die. A smile spread over my (Elizabeth’s) face. Aunty Sandy noticed this

"Whacha smilin at, was the killin good?".

"You wouldn’t believe it" I sobbed. Even now, under my overalls I could see the shape of my breasts, and thigh over thigh.

"Let’s see y’ tattoo. I heard bout it on the TV. I’ll show y mine" She asked

"Sorry, not today".

I lay down on the bed very depressed. Kat oh my darling Kat where are you?

Aunty Sandy stayed silent thank God, her questions exhausted for the moment.

Some time later we were let out for some exercise in the yard. I walked sullenly outside and kept myself apart from the other prisoners. Although taller than most of the others I could not hope to hold my own in a fight, so I kept apart. There certainly seemed to be a hierarchy amongst the inmates, the ones that were here for life or had been in many times held sway over the rest of us. After the excerise was over we were told to strip and shower.

I had hoped I was exempt because of my shoulder wound but was told that I had to shower anyway. I slowly took off my overalls hating the sight of myself as inch by female inch was revealed. I was pushed into the showers by a guard and was met with wolf whistles by the women already in.

Aunty Sandy was there, naked and looking gross. She stared at my hydra in amazement.

"Amazing tat there" she said

I looked down at the hydra heads on my breasts and then onto the small patch of hair just above the place I knew my slit to be. How I hate this.

I felt a hand on my ass and whirled around. A smallish lady about five two stood there. She was pretty and normally(had I been a man) I’d have jumped in.

"Hello my pretty, my what a wonderful tattoo! Is it real?" she said

"Careful Liz, That’s Lucy, one of the prison dykes" Aunty Sandy called.

Great! Only here one day and I get touched up. How do I play this?

"Yes it is real, the same as the rest of me" I replied and went back to cleaning myself.

A hand touched and stroked my back as it traced the lines of the hydra’s tail.

"I can make it much more bearable in here for you" Lucy said

"Really" I replied.

"Yes really, or I can make it much worse".

I was rescued by the water being turned off, and I then had to deal with drying myself off. My arms and back were OK but I really hated rubbing down my breasts. Yes they exited me and yes they felt good to touch but they were a reminder of what had been done to me. I dried my legs and again felt sad as I ran my hands over their slender form. It was drying off my pussy that I really hated though.

I got back into my overalls and went back to the cell. I must have still been weak from my wound as inspite of Aunty Sandy’s inane chatter I went to sleep.

I was standing before the court. My lawyer had given in and thrown the trial. A verdict was due.

The judge said "All rise"

The forewoman of the Jury stood up. It was Elizabeth!

"How does the jury find the defendant?"

"Guilty on all counts" Elizabeth Said.

My heart sank, the judge then said in a grim tone

"Dr Elizabeth Bexley, you have been found guilty of the first degree murder of Jane Stephens. You will be taken from this place and brought to another where you will be executed by lethal injection. May God have mercy on your soul."

I awoke screaming. It had just been a dream. I knew that I had been wrong to just lay down and die. I must live. I must live to try and find Kat. I must live to try and turn myself back. As long as I was like this Elizabeth was still winning. But how? I had no resources and had gunned down someone in public. My only chance as far as I could see it was to prove I was not Elizabeth Bexley and that I had acted in self defense. Still I had no money for a lawyer. But I now, at least have something to live for.

I slept easy the rest of the night and awoke when a guard told me that I had some visitors. Who could they be?

I was let to a room with an amored glass partition dividing it. A middle aged couple sat in two chairs waiting for me. I cast my mind back almost three years. Of course Elizabeth’s parents. I sat down and put the phone to my ear.

"Oh darling, what did you do?" Mrs Bexley said.

"I’m not your daughter, Mrs Bexley."

"Then who the hell are you? And what’s all this Mrs Bexley crap?" Said Dr Bexley.

"Your daughter sought revenge on me for jilting her three years ago. This is her revenge." And I pointed to my body.

"So you think you are the man who ran out on Liz at her wedding" Mrs Bexley asked looking concerned.

"Not think, KNOW. She used some kind of genetic changing drug on me"

They put the phone down and started talking. Lip reading the conversation it must have gone something like this.

"She’s as crazy as a loon. It must be the trauma of being arrested and everything" Dr Bexley said.

"She’s still our daughter" was his wife’s reply.

"OK we’ll humor her until we can get her professional help" Dr Bexley said.

They picked the phone back up.

"Liz you’re ill. We’ll get you the best help. Robert Abbey is going to be your lawyer. He’s the best defense lawyer there is. If you are granted bail we will pay. Listen dear we love you and want to help anyway we can" Mrs Bexley said.

They held hands and Mrs Bexley started to cry.

"Why’d you do it. We taught you all life was precious, you’re a doctor for chrissakes. When that girl died before you went to the lab you were distraught. Why did you take a life, especially an innocent one. Jane Stephens had done nothing to you, except fall in love with the man you loved. Look precious I love you, you are my own flesh and blood. The day you graduated from Havard was the proudest day of my life. Where did we go wrong?" Dr Bexley was in tears now, his hands clutching those of his wifes.

"You didn’t. She did, Elizabeth that is, " I said.

How could I get out of this? To them I was their daughter, and to claim otherwise would make me seem insane. How could I tell them I had gunned down their beloved daughter at the airport.I had no money and desperately needed their help I was in a no win situation. The only way out was to pretend to be Elizabeth Bexley.

"You are clearly ill dear. We will stand by you whatever happens"

"Thanks Mom" I said.

 

10. F DAY+ 8 hours Where did we go wrong? - The Parent’s Tale.

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I’d just gotten out of the shower after a very busy day. The sun was setting and I was glad I could, at last switch off and relax. Then the phone rang. "I’ll get it" I shouted.

"Is that Dr William Bexley," I voice said

"Yes" I replied cautiously.

"We have some news on your daughter. I’m Lt Dan Peters of the NYPD.

We have your daughter in custody for the murder of a Jane Stephens"

"There must be some mistake," I said. What had happened?

"I’m sorry there’s no mistake. She says she wants to see no-one and hasn’t even hired an attorney. " Lt Dan said.

"We’ll be there as soon as we can" and I put the phone down.

"Dear, come quick," I called.

Margaret came down straight away and saw my worried face.

"What is it?" she said, concern showing for the first time.

"It’s Liz, she’s in New York charged with murder" I blurted out.

"No it can’t be" my wife sobbed.

"Let’s find out" I said.

"Look it’s late, let’s fly over tomorrow morning" Margaret suggested.

"I told you yesterday that the jet’s being serviced, we’ll have to drive as we have no time to book a flight. In any case we need the time to arrange a lawyer for her, as she seems incapable of doing it herself," I said grumpily.

Neither of us got any sleep that night. What had Liz done or been accused of? We got up early the next day and started the long drive to New York. We shared the driving between us but the main highlight of the day was that I managed to get Robert Abbey for her defense. Robert Abbey was one of the premier defense attorneys in the country. He would be in NY in a few days.

We stopped off at a motel for the night.

"Do you think she did it?" Margaret asked

"I don’t know. But I do know, daughter or no daughter she was one of the best doctors I ever had" I said.

"What have we got to do tomorrow?" Margaret asked me, her voice starting to show signs of strain. I felt just like she did but I have to be strong for her and Elizabeth’s sake.

"Apart from getting there I have to arrange some more info for Robert, set up meetings with him and Liz. I need this time to get my thoughts together" I said

This time we could sleep better. Having Robert defend her was a big boost. We drove all day to the Jail where Liz was being held only to be told that we could not see her until the morning. Very disappointed we booked into a hotel. Whilst I was unpacking Margaret shouted

"Quick! Look on TV!"

I rushed in to see a report by Stephanie Lane. My heart sank when I saw a police photo of Liz on the screen. Footage of the shooting. A tattoo! why in God’s name would she get a Tattoo? Margaret burst into tears in my arms whilst I stood wondering what could make our daughter do such an atrocity and act so unlike her normal self.

"Why did she do it, I had no idea she felt this way about HIM" Margaret sobbed.

"Me too. She did seem kinda distant these past few months, as though she was slowly being taken over by something. It thought it was her work at the lab . Now I guess we know what it really was. Hatred for this guy"

"Oh my poor dear," Margaret cried.

"I’m a doctor too. I should have seen it. I really thought that she was over it. The wound must have been festering inside her for three years, until his marriage brought the whole thing up again. Why couldn’t she talk to us?" I was beginning to cry now and we shared our grief together.

Margaret fell asleep in my arms crying herself to sleep. Too tired to think, I did the same.

We drove to the gaol and avoided listening to the radio. The whole country seemed to be asking the same question we were. Why did Dr Elizabeth Bexley kill in cold blood when she had so much going for her.

We were let into the visitor room and sat patiently. Oh God it really was Liz, here she comes walking slowly in. She sat down and looked at us puzzled for a second and then put the phone to her ear.

She certainly seemed confused as to who she even was. One moment she was claiming she was a man turned into Liz by Liz, the other she was calling Margaret Mom.

Both of us left in tears. We have decided to stay in NY for the duration of the trial. In any case Robert will be here soon.

F+4 Days

 

11. F + 63 Days ‘Coincidences’ Kat’s Tale.

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I got out of the Limo after Hassan. I had been unsure of going to, what was for all purposes a slave market but Hassan had insisted I should choose my personal maid. Apparently this was a great honor and I didn’t want to disappoint him. Besides I needed an friend to help me get out.

We drove thru what seemed endless desert to his personal airport where we boarded a spanking new Hughes chopper. Hassan took the controls and we took off.

"We are we going?" I asked, looking down at the featureless terrain below.

"Osman Rhamani is dead. We are going so that you can pick a maid from his property" he said.

"Is’nt Osman the one who gouged and burned out a girls eye, just for spite?" I said.

"The same, although I doubt she is still alive. She would have been treated horribly."

We flew over desert, beneath us oil wells and pipelines could be seen.

Occasionally A patch of green would mark a farm or river. We landed some hours later and took a white limo to Osman’s place We drove into a courtyard and Hassan got out. I soon followed him.

Looking around at the grim courtyard I had to admire Hassan’s version. A group of around fifty girls stood before us. They were all dressed the same, in a kind of belly dancers outfit. I turned around and noticed a lady with an eyepatch. I stared at her, she was not a native of these parts, clearly European or American . By the looks of her she had been severely mistreated, as her skin was white and her hair unkempt. This must be the lady Hassan had told me about.

She stared back at me and I knew then that she recognised me as Jasmine’s clone. To gain this much wrath and still come out of it alive she must be some woman. If I was ever to get away I would need this person’s help and maybe she could do with mine.

"Hassan. I want her" I said pointing at the mysterious one-eyed woman.

"She could be trouble. What about another?" Hassan said looking around.

"She must be very courageous to stand up to Osman and still live. Would you rather have a woman with a lion’s heart or one that will bring you no honor?" I said.

"Very well, You have chosen wisely and I am pleased" Hassan then shouted to a guard, who then unchained the woman and pushed her inside the limo. Hassan went away to study the other girls leaving me alone with my new maid. I opened the limo door and sat down inside.

The woman looked at me with fear and curiosity in her one good eye. I decided to take a chance.

"Hi, my name’s Jane Stephens, but you can call me Kat".

The woman looked shocked at hearing an English voice.

"Hi, my names Jane Stephens but you can call me Kat" I repeated.

"Sorry, Cathline Richards’ and she put out her hand which I then shook.

"Pleased to meet you Cathline" I said.

At this point Hassan got back in and said "Good choice my Jewel, she is the best of all of them. We can now leave. He gestured to the driver to drive off which he then did.

He spoke to Cathline "Woman you are now her private maid. You will share all that she does and most of her privileges. If you disobey her you will be cast out into the desert where you will most certainly die. You are to address me as master, only your mistress is allowed to call me by name. She is your mistress, it is by her hand that you live or die. You are not to speak to me or to her without her permission. Is all this clear? Be sure, for your very life depends on it."

Cathline looked fearful and nodded. This was the first time I had seen a hard side to Hassan. I must be special to him for him not to show it to me.

After a long drive and chopper flight we arrived back at Hassan’s Palace. I was escorted to my ivory tower as I called it, whilst Cathline was taken elsewhere.

There was a knock at the door and in walked a much better looking Cathline. She had been clothed in the same manner as me, but her outfits were less glamorous than mine. Still I guess it beats the harem getup of Osman’s place. She just stood there, almost in awe of my surroundings. Her face showing the same fear and trembling I had seen when we had first met. I gestured for her to sit, which she did.

"Cathline. I want you to know that I treat you as an equal. All that bull that Hassan spouted in the car was supposed to frighten me and you into being good"

Her face relaxed and she almost seemed to breath a sigh of relief "It sure worked, Mistress"

"Cut the Mistress crap when we are alone" I said.

"That’s a shame. I’ve always wanted a mistress" Cathline joked.

We both laughed and a bond was formed between us.

"How come you speak such good English?" Cathline asked, her one eye showing puzzlement.

"It’s a long story, which I’ll tell someday. But how come an American ends up in a Harem and being raped and tortured?"

"That too is a very long story. Look I’m really tired. "Mind if I get some zzzs?" I’m still a bit weak from being chained up for four months"

"FOUR MONTHS" I exclaimed. What had this girl gone thru? No wonder she was still in shock.

I noticed for the first time the red,bloodied marks on her wrists and ankles. My God how horrible.

I got up and rang the servant bell and within minutes a servant girl arrived. I whispered something in her ear and turned to Cathline.

"Wait here you’ll enjoy this."

About ten minutes later a stream of servant girls arrived and started filling up my bath with warm milk.

"Go on treat yourself, I won’t look" I said.

"Thanks Kat. I really needed this" Cathline got up, got undressed and slipped into the bath of warm milk.

"Sure you won’t hop in as well?" Cathline asked.

"No thanks. It’s nearly time for me to go down and serve Hassan"

Sure enough another girl came up a few minutes later and told me Hassan was waiting for me.

"Help yourself to anything you want. I’ll be back later. By the way I have the bed" I said to Cathline.

Another banquet and I crashed into bed at one am. Cathline was fast asleep huddled in the foetal position in the corner. She woke up screaming several times in the night which is not really surprising, seeing as she been raped daily for four months.

I was awake before Cathline, who was still curled up in the corner like a frightened mouse. Her scruffy and worn eyepatch lay to one side and I resisted the morbid temptation to have a look at her left eye.

I called for a girl to see if Hassan was free. I wanted to ask him for a favor. Hassan asked me to come down a while later, and I asked him. He agreed, and said that he would try and get it done by the end of the week. I just hope it makes Cathline feel better. He congratulated me for wanting to care for my maid, but wasn’t it a little harsh, he added, to make her sleep in the corner? She was supposed to share my bed!

I wonder how Cathline will react to that. I’d rather she sleep on the floor. There’s only one woman I want to cuddle and that’s my husband. I wonder if he misses me. I miss him every minute of every day.

Cathline awoke and asked me if I didn’t mind not looking so that she could have some privacy. I agreed. After she had gotten dressed we sat down to breakfast. I had found that my new body didn’t have that big an appetite, but Cathline more than made up for it.

"I feel so much better, It’s amazing what a good soak and some food will do. That horrible place seems a million miles away now," she said.

"I’ve noticed that too. This place makes you forget who you are and what you are really doing here" I answered.

"Elysian Fields" Cathline said.

"Exactly" I replied.

"Did you know you like exactly like Princess Jasmine from the Disney Film Aladdin?" Cathline asked.

"I don’t want to talk about it. Just let’s say I’m not like this by choice or birth," I said in a cross tone. Kat, you gonna have to get used to it, I thought.

"What do you mean?" Cathline asked, curiosity showing in her eye.

I guess it’s time to tell my tale. Someone must get it back to the outside.

It may as well be Cathline.

"Take a seat and I’ll tell you my story" I said.

Cathline sat down on one of the cushions and I sat opposite her and began.

"I guess the real roots of it started about three years ago when my husband was nearly killed when his car broke down. He met this very beautiful doctor and they agreed to get married. However he found he didn’t love her and so left her at the altar."

Cathline sat upright rigid, her face showing surprise. Her one good eye was wide in astonishment.

"This doctor wasn’t called Dr Elizabeth Bexley by any chance?" She asked

Now it was my turn to be surprised

"How the fuck did you...."

"I know her, I work with her at her lab. In fact I’m her deputy. The whole reason why I’m out here was because she gave us(my husband and I) the money for a month long tour of the middle east. She’s been one of my best and closest friends since my husband slept with another woman" She stated.

"So where is your husband now?" I asked

"I don’t know. I was taken in a marketplace in Cairo four, maybe five months ago, and haven’t seen him since. Where’s yours?"

"I’m coming onto that now. Quiet!" I said.

"Anyway he met me about two years ago when he moved into my town in the mid-west. We fell instantly in love and he was the perfect man for me. In fact I thought he was so special I asked him not to sleep with me until we were married."

"And he agreed?"

"Yep," I replied.

"Wow he must be a real find" Cathline said.

"We got married on the 20^th of July this year and decided to go to Egypt for our honeymoon. No sooner had we arrived then he was abducted but returned seemingly unharmed the next day. Later on that day a parcel arrived with a note from your friend Dr Bexley saying that he had been given some kind of drug that would rewrite his DNA into that of herself.

He had also been given a narcotic which would make him crave the DNA drug and make him feel progressively worse until he did take a dose of DNA drug"

Cathline sat stunned but silent so I continued.

"We thought it was a bluff until one night his leg changed into that of Dr Bexley’s. We were naturally distraught to find that the curse was true and that he was destined to become HER for good, thus effectively ending our marriage. He was fine for three days until on the third night he nearly lapsed into a coma and I had to give him another pill to bring him out of it. His left leg changed to match his right and it was then I decided I needed to think. I was kidnapped in the hotel bar, given a pill that turned me from plain old Jane Stephens into, well Jasmine from Aladdin. And here I am and I guess you don’t believe a word of it" I said.

"I didn’t mention that when I was taken my husband was in fact a copy of a woman called Jane Norton. Liz had gottern her DNA from somewhere and we, no actually she had decided to test the DNA drug we had developed on him in order to teach him a lesson about women."

"Bastard! I’m Jane Norton, now Stephens. Was your husband about five seven with short black hair, a good body, and green" I was almost stunned when Cathline completed my sentence.

"Eyes?" Cathline offered.

"That’s me, or rather was me. Kat is the name my husband gave me when we first met. That hell bitch used you two as a test run for us. Can’t you see it. It’s so obvious now I think about it."

"No you’re very wrong. Listen I know Liz. I think the two incidents are not related. She would not do that. Sure she was deeply hurt when your husband ran out on her and sure she took months to get over it but she was a doctor first and a damn good friend. I realise that you may hate her and you have every reason to but I do know her very well indeed. " Cathline almost snarled back.

"Fine but just listen to this, as I see it. SHE gets jilted by my husband and plots vengeance on him. Develops the DNA drug for use against us, but she needs a test first. Her whole life is devoted to getting back at us so she doesn’t want to blow it by using an untested drug. OK? "

"Hmm. Go ahead." Cathline said.

"She sees an opportunity when your husband sleeps with another woman to get you to agree to turn him into me. She said in her letter to me that her original plan was to turn HIM into me but that she changed her mind at the last moment. Therefore before she changed her mind she needed to test the ‘man into Jane Norton’ drug".

This she does, with your consent. You think it’s all a bit of fun but really it’s a dry run for us. When it works she knows she can strike. But there are some loose ends left behind. Namely you and your Husband. Therefore she offers you a holiday to the middle-east so that she can get you thrown into a Harem. She also knows that I must be got rid of as well so she changes me into Jasmine and throws you into that hell pit."

"I’ve been so Stupid. But what about John, my husband?" Cathline sobs.

"I don’t know but it seems reasonable he would go hunting for you and end up the same as us".

"Right! Liz’s dead meat!" Cathline spat out.

"But who is she now?. I reasoned before I got taken that she must be close by, not only to co-ordinate things but to watch the changes. Fuck I’m thick" and I slapped my forehead with my hand.

"What!" Cathline says.

"Of course she gets rid of me and then replaces me so that she can watch my husband turn into her. She can then lead him astray so that he ends up as her for good. She needed to change me so that I wouldn’t be recognised by anyone".

"It’s fucking perfect" Cathline sobs.

"I know and it scares the shit out of me. There must be others who know about the drug though. She can’t get rid of everyone".

"Hmm let me think. James knew about it. He was on the team that discovered it" Cathline said.

"What happened to him?" I asked.

"He got testicular cancer, Liz tried to cure it by changing his dick to a new one but she got the samples mixed up and gave him my pussy instead. You don’t think..."

"Almost certainly. From what I’ve seen of Dr Bexley in action she would not be that incompetent as to mix up some samples. I think James was the very first test on a human. The hell bitch needed to find out if someone’s gender could be changed but in such a way that it seemed an accident" I speculated.

"Hmm People were wondering at the time how Liz got so careless but she was the boss and noone really questioned it afterwards" Cathline added.

"What happened to James?"

"The last thing I heard was that he was undergoing treatment for Gender Identity disorder".

"So in other words Liz drove him insane".

"You could put it that way" Cathline said cautiously.

"Anyone else?"

"Let me think. Vickie Turner knows about the drug but as far as I know she knows nothing about any human trials. Officially we’re still waiting for FDA approval for the go-ahead. She knows it’s possible but not proven. Mind you both of our husbands make any human trials a little academic now".

"So really James and Vickie’s lives are in great danger should they learn any of this. What I can’t work out is how SHE managed to arrange all this. She must have had help from others." I stated.

"I believe I’ve met them. They are known only as ‘the guild.’ They were responsible for my abduction and believe me you do not want to fuck with them. A girl when I was about to be sold told me that they would come for you if you escaped. I would not fancy our chances against them. The one who spoke to me claimed that they had killed Kennedy and had not failed in a task for nearly a thousand years. Please Kat don’t go up against these people" Cathline was almost in tears, her eye wide with fear.

"I think they were the ones that took me as well. I promise you I won’t go up against the guild. I’ve seen these guys in action and they make our marines look like raw recruits. I have no intention of being pursued by them."

Cathline drew a visible sigh of relief.

There was knock at the door and a girl walked in carrying an ornate box.

I got up and took it from her.

"For you, my favorite maid" I said and handed Cathline the box.

"Why thank you"

"Open it" I said.

"Yes mistress." Cathline giggled and opened the box.

"It’s beautiful" she said, and she lifted a new eye patch from the box. It was just as I had described it to Hassan. Black silk with hundreds of small diamonds around the outside. The silk was patterned with small gold flowers which caused the patch to glimmer in the sunlight.

"I wish I could have got you a necklace, but your patch is so worn. And it must remind you of your time with Osman," I said.

"My left eye is a permanent reminder, but thank you. This will help.

Please turn away while I try it on.".

I did so and after a few moments turned back again. The new patch made Cathline look almost beautiful again. It suited her much more than the old one. And I told her so.

"Thanks." Cathline said.

"Listen, that we know all this makes it vitally important we get out as soon as we can" I stated.

"If we do, the guild will come. They’ll come and .. " Cathline was beginning to panic at the thought of being pursued by the guild.

"Let me think on this a while. We need to get out so that we can find out what has happened to our husbands, but in such a way that the guild will not hunt us down" I said.

"You’re chief girl right?" Cathline said excitedly.

"I guess, although Hassan has only called me that once. I do have responsibility for the whole Harem" I replied.

"That girl I told you about, the one who told me about the guild. She also said that if you were trusted you could leave the Harem for a while to search out more girls" Cathline said excitedly.

"THAT’s IT! THAT’s our way out. Only one problem. We would be expected to return" I sounded enthusiastic .

"Hmm FUCK. No escape that way".

"Maybe there is... Let me think a while."

We had been talking for hours, and soon it was again my turn to serve Hassan at his table. I returned late to find Cathline asleep on the bed. Still crouched up she was talking in her sleep "Hmm Liz that’s nice. Go on all the way in. Let me lick you out.. Oh Liz much better. How about a threesome lover?".

My blood ran cold. Not because Cathline was ‘bi’ but because she was obviously more than best friends with HER. I could feel hatred for this woman begin to form. I couldn’t bear to lay in the same bed, so I took the cushions.

"Morning" Chirped Cathline.

I just glared at her.

"What’s wrong? Did you want the bed?" Cathline said.

"How could you? I trusted you!" I screamed.

"What!" Cathline looked puzzled.

"You, YOU were more than friends to that hell bitch! You were lovers weren’t you! I heard you talking in your sleep! You betrayed me!" I was now furious.

"Sit down and let me explain," Cathline said calmly.

"OK Fine! Oh and that’s ‘Mistress’ to you!" And I sat down.

"You are correct MISTRESS. I did love Liz, but not as much as my husband. But then I had known him longer. Again you are right. I did sleep with Liz, but I loved her also. I wanted all three of us to be together. What you didn’t see was me crying myself to sleep because of what she has done to us. MISTRESS I loved her more than many wives love their husbands. Inside my heart is being rent in two, and the last thing I want is some high and mighty Disney character telling me what I should and should not be! MISTRESS!" Cathline was now sobbing I turned away, also in tears. That Disney character remark really hurt.

But she was right.

"Mistress, I’m sorry about the Jasmine remark. That was uncalled for," Cathline apologised.

"You can cut the Mistress crap out now. You’re right. I had no right to jump on you like that. We must work together or we are both doomed to stay here. Listen, I have a plan."

F+66 Days.

 

12. F+2 Months ‘Gotcha!’ - HIS Tale.

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Three weeks ago I had my first visit by Robert Abbey, my attorney. I must admit to thinking he would be older than 35, but he certainly looked younger. Judging by his build he was no slouch when it came to working out either. How I want my old body back!

He stated what I already knew that unless we could prove insanity or self defense then I was deep shit. He did promise to review the facts and keep in contact. He said his methods were a little unconventional in that he would only contact me when he had some news. Yesterday he did say however that he has found a loophole which he thinks will get me off the death penalty.

My ‘parents’ visit as much as they are allowed. We talk about the coming trial and how I feel about things. They look puzzled when I don’t know much about them or some friend of the family but somehow I must keep up the pretence. They ask me everytime why I did it. Of course I cannot tell them the real reason, so I must keep quiet. They tell me that outside, the media is going mad about this trial.

The real low point came a few days ago when my bail hearing was turned down. I’m stuck here until the trial.

No one from the press is allowed to talk to me, and anyone I know has refused to give any interviews. They also tell me that someone called Cathline and John Richards have also gone missing. I guess I was supposed to react to that news more, but I blew it.

Vickie Turner is apparently doing an excellent job of running the lab. She too is refusing any interviews at the moment. They seem pleased that at the moment the media is being shut out.

That’s about it as far as ‘mom’ and ‘dad’ go. What else has been happening?

That girl, Lucy. She’s tried it on a few times with me, but I really do not feel like responding. Aunty Sandy, who has turned out to be a good friend, warned me not to get involved with Lucy, saying that if I got into a relationship others would get jealous and things would get very nasty indeed. The best thing was to stay away altogether.

Oh yes today I sat in the TV lounge and saw an interview with Rachel Martin. What a fox. She is quite simply the most stunning woman I have ever seen. No wonder she was offered a multi-million dollar deal within minutes of walking up to the Estee Lauder rep in Paris and asking for a job. That girl’s got balls though.

There’s something oddly familiar about her manner but I can’t seem to place it right now.

My viewing was interrupted when a guard came up and told me that 'mom’ was here to see me. I was taken to the visitors room where my new mom sat alone. I sat down in front of her and picked up the phone’

"Hi Hun" She said.

"Hi Mom. What’s the news?, Where’s dad?" I asked.

"He’s trying to help Robert out, so I’ve come here alone. Also I wanted us to talk about something that’s been bothering me since we first visited you here" She said.

"What’s that?" I said a little suspicious.

"Call it a hunch. But when we first saw you, you insisted that you were not Liz but some man turned into her. You certainly have been different since we saw you here. I dunno but the way you talk or rather don’t talk. You always seem to be reacting to how we react as though you are making up your replies as we go along" She said thoughtfully.

Now what do I do? If I admit who I am I’ll have to say I killed their daughter, If I don’t then my best chance of getting out of here goes. Self defense is the only way I can avoid gaol or so Robert says. Hmm play it cagey, see where this is leading.

"So?" I asked.

"It’s nothing. Just me being silly" She said.

"Fine" Phew that was a close one.

"Do you remember when you graduated from Harvard, you were so upset at being beaten by, umm John Webb that you almost went and did the whole eight years again’ Mom Laughed trying to cheer me up.

"Good job I didn’t otherwise I’d still be there" I replied.

"Liar. Elizabeth averaged 97% in all her subjects. Harvard has never seen a grade average like it. Noone even came close to her. Now tell me what have you done with my Daughter?"

F + 73 Days.

 

13. F+ 70 Days The ‘A’ List - DR Elizabeth Bexley’s Tale.

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I flew to the US from my "White Isle" to what can only be described as a storm of publicity. On the plane I looked at the fax Marcel had sent. There were offers from every major network for an exclusive interview. He has suggested a spot on Letterman but I’m not so sure. I’ve even been offered to host the Oscars next year, which I’ll most certainly accept.

I land at LAX and am instantly surrounded by press, all eager to get an exclusive. Tape recorders are thrust into my face and I’m almost dazzled by the amount of flashguns going off.

"Miss Martin. Is it true you are dating Brad Pitt?" one shouted out.

"No Comment" I answered.

"Rachel. Can you comment on the remarks made about you by Elizabeth Hurley?"

"No Comment" I answered.

"Ms Martin. We’ve had reports from a real estate agent in New Zealand that you have brought a island in the Indian Ocean. Can you tell us where" Another shouted.

"No Comment. Now excuse me I have to go" I answered.

Pushing my way past the press I managed to get free and met Marcel in the VIP lounge. He’d been his usual efficient self and had arranged for the lounge to be cleared ready for my arrival, how sweet.

"You really must get a bodyguard you know" he said to me in French.

"I don’t want one. I can take care of myself" I replied back, this time in German.

"Pardon" he said.

I repeated it in French this time. There that’s shown him.

"Just because you can take care of yourself whilst hitching around Europe does not mean that you can do so now. Things have changed. What you got outside just know was nothing as to what will happen." He said as though I was some little kid.

"Ok I’ll think about it. Now about those interviews" I replied, a little annoyed at Marcel telling me what to do. Who does he think he is.

Marcel passed me a list and I looked down. One name jumped out—

Stephanie Lane.

"Her." I said.

"Why, NBC is offering much more?" Marcel said.

"I liked her articles on the Bexley murder. Now here’s how I want to play it," I said.

I outlined my requirements to Marcel, who was a little surprised. This is exactly what I need to find out how much Stephanie Lane knows about HIM and me. If she knows too much, well I’m sure the local cats’ home can use another inmate.

 

14. F +71 Days "Me Interview Rachel Martin?" - The Journalists Tale.

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I was still trying to get some more detail on this Bexley murder. Everyone she knew has buttoned up tight. Even my reliable sources came up with zip. I was suffering, as virtually all the other stations in the US were suffering, a total news blackout. I sat at home mooching about when the phone rang.

"Steph this is Dean. Boy do I have an exclusive for you".

"The Bexley case, right!" I answered.

"Nope. You know how the whole world seems to be going Rachel Martin crazy at the moment?"

"Yeah, I’m not surprised though. Every man wants her and every woman wants to be her".

"She want you to interview her. She won’t accept anyone else. The only thing is that she wants to do it at your place. Homely like. Do you want it?"

"Are you kidding? When?" This was huge. The coverage would be immense.

"Tonight." Dean said.

"I’ll have to tidy up. Get Steve round here quick! I’ve got to rush this.

Bye!"

Some hours later my apartment was as tidy as it had ever been. I had set out the sofa at the far side of the wall, so as to make room for all the equipment. Steve had been and gone after setting up his precious kit and he had also left me some background info on Rachel Martin.

I checked my watch—four hours to go. I sat down and read the dossier on Rachel Martin. I skipped the vital stats part and moved onto the personal stuff.

Hmm. Her parents were killed back in 95. Apparently she was working in Europe when it happened and was unable to get back in time for the funeral. She’s been running away ever since. Our resident shrink says that she is still deeply upset over thier deaths and has been afraid to return to the US ever since. I guess that explains why Rachel Martin is so secretive and has an air of tragedy about her. Yes it makes her look vulnerable but there’s hidden strength in there too I think. Judging from this I think Rachel Martin is some kind of lost soul. Wandering from place to place wanting to but unable to find the love she so desperately seems to need. On paper she seems to have everything, but if you look beneath the awesome beauty and intellect you see a sad, lonely woman who’s only real aim is to find her peace.

That’s strange. No sign of any past or present lovers. By this time SOMEONE should have stepped forwards claiming that they slept with Rachel Martin. Maybe she chooses her partners carefully. I suspect that any boyfriend would have to be a kind of father figure to her, kind of a replacement for the dad she so clearly misses. Poor guy I don’t envy his task. Emotionally Rachel Martin’s a real mess. Still she can now afford some proper therapy and maybe she’ll find her peace someday. I really hope she does. The last thing we need is a another Marilyn Monroe, Joan Crawford or heaven forbid Princess Diana. I just hope the less responsible factions of the media don’t turn her into one.

I needed to go over my questions one last time. I’ll ask about her parents of course but if it hurts too much I’ll back off.

With two hours to go there was a knock at the door. I opened it expecting it to be Steve and all our film and makeup crew. "Hi Steve" I shouted as I flung open the door.

"I’m the strangest looking Steve you’ll see" said Rachel Martin, as large as life. My God she was even more beautiful in the flesh than on screen.

"Come... Come on in Ms Martin. Can I get you a drink?" I said in awe of her beauty.

"Call me Rachel, please. As for the drink Coffee, black without" she said.

"Yuck! I like sugar and milk with mine. If I may say so, I wasn’t expecting you for another half hour or so".

"I know. I always like to be early for things and I wanted to chat to you.

I’m a big fan of yours, " she said.

"Thanks." I blurted out.

"I’ve seen your bits on the Bexley murder case. How are you getting on.

Found out anything juicy?" She asked, her face showing deep curiosity.

"Zip, only what you’ve seen on TV. Nobody is talking. Her parents, friends, her workers at the lab nobody. It’s real tough to find out anything against a wall of silence. The only reactions have been extreme surprise. The other mystery is as to the whereabouts of Jane Stephen’s husband. " I stated.

"She could have killed him in Egypt " Rachel suggested.

"That’s my current thought. Still no body, no proof".

There was another knock at the door. It was Steve and Co. He took one look at Rachel Martin and made the comment, "Oh good she’s here".

What will it take to get thru to him? Not even the most stunning woman the world has ever seen made him take any more than a cursory notice. Still, one day....

"Listen, I need to go. Where’s the John?" Rachel asked.

"Second door on the left" I said and turned my attention back to the questions I wanted to ask.

I spent the next hour in make-up, whilst Rachel only need ten minutes, incredible. The lights went on. Showtime.

"Ladies and Gentlemen I am here today in my apartment with Rachel Martin. Rachel. You have been called the most perfect woman who has ever lived. What is your reaction to that?"

"Well Steph. It makes me a little humble really. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder. You needn’t be a supermodel to be beautiful, y’know."

"I’ve been looking down at your life history or what we have been able to find out in such a short time. You’re not just stunningly beautiful but you have brains too. First class degrees from Oxford University, England. You speak five languages fluently. Is there nothing Rachel Martin cannot do?"

"Don’t tell anyone, but I’m so disorganised. I can’t plan my way into bed without a diary. I’m also the world worst cook’ Rachel said. Boy does she know how to play to the camera.

"Your entrance into the world of high fashion and modelling, was a little unique. How do you account your rags to riches story?".

"I found myself in Paris, after running out of work in Nantes. Saw that Paris fashion week was on and decided to ask for a job. My parents had always taught me to grasp what you want with both hands and not let go. I owe it to their memory make a real go of it."

"Of course, the death of your parents must have been a real blow".

"The 10^th of June 1995 will be burned into me forever. I spent ages trying to get over it. It’s one of the reasons I fled to Europe for so long. I’m dedicating my career to their memory".

"Is there any truth in the rumor that you and Brad Pitt have been dating each other in secret?" I asked.

"None at all I’m afraid. I’m between men at the moment. I had a bad experience a while ago but that’s all been sorted out now. But I’m not looking at the moment, Sorry guys".

"You do realise that you have just broken the hearts of an entire nation," I said.

"Maybe. But once bitten is twice shy".

"You have also been voted the Lesbian’s number one choice for a lover.

What is your reaction to that?" I said with a smile on my face.

"Actually I’m quite flattered. But I’ve no wish for a partner of either sex.

Sorry girls".

"Tell us more about your childhood?"

"Mom and Dad were very busy at work. Although they didn’t see much of me they did their best to be there for me. I enjoyed Versailles tremendously. It holds many happy memories for me".

A single tear formed in Rachel’s eyes. Her face showing obvious distress.

Leave her alone, Steph. She’s still hurting.

"I’m sorry" I said with compassion.

"That’s ok. I just can’t believe that I’m here on national TV. Mom would have been so proud.".

"My sources tell me that you have splashed out a considerable amount of money on an Island in the Indian Ocean. The New Zealand Realty firm you used has refused to name it.Is this correct?"

Rachel seemed to cheer up at this.

"Yes I have brought a small Island, but I regard it as my sanctuary. So please stay away. I need my peace".

Those blue gray eyes showed hurt and pain again. "I’ll go along with that. " Poor woman, she’s so sensitive .

"Ok that’s all from Rachel Martin for the moment. We’ll be back right after this".

You’re clear Steve said.

"Stephanie?" Rachel Said.

"Yeah"

"Thanks. Not everyone would back away from a line of questioning that was causing the other person distress. If there’s anything I can do?"

"No problem. Hey I’m not always the hard-nosed reporter you see on screen. Mind you a week on your Desert Island sounds fun" I said.

"It could be arranged, but not for a while. I’m still having some fittings installed and moving in. So maybe later".

"Deal!" I said.

"20 seconds people" Steve called.

We settled back down again. I liked Rachel Martin, Liked her a lot. She was a real human being, no hidden faces. I just hoped fame would’nt spoil it.

The blinking red light on the camera told me we were back on air .

"In our conversation before the interview. Rachel asked me about the Bexley Murder case. I filled her in as to what I knew and had speculated. However I didn’t ask you Rachel, why you think Dr Bexley did what she did?"

"I suspect she was mad at what had been done to her and wanted to retaliate in someway."

"So you go along with the vengeance theory" I said.

"I suppose so. I don’t buy this insanity thing".

"Rachel, you have been offered deals of several million dollars to pose in the nude, you turned them down, why? You only seem to go with six figure deals so why not this?"

"Would you? My body is a temple and I only show it to whom I wish. My privacy is worth more than money. Once you have taken that step you can never go back.".

"Elizabeth Hurley is alleged to be angry at the way you muscled into her Este Lauder contract. What is your side of the story?".

"I didn’t muscle in. I signed a non-exclusive contract. I was looking forward to working with Liz but she had other ideas. Estee Lauder have decided that my face best suites their image at the moment but that could change. I’m enjoying the now".

"That’s all we have time for tonight. I’m Stephanie Lane talking to Rachel Martin. Thank you and goodnight".

"Clear" Steve said.

Cheers went up around my place. I was patted on the back and hugged several times. I stood up and shook Rachel’s hand.

"Thank you for asking me" I said.

"Pleasure, anytime. Here if you fancy a chat call me." Rachel gave me her private number. Hmm, looks like an international one.

"Thanks" I said and Rachel walked out.

Steve was already taking his equipment apart and I lent a hand as usual, soon everything was back to normal and I was,alas alone again. I collapsed into the sofa feeling very pleased but tired.

I had just wound down when the phone rang

"Hello Stephanie Lane" I answered.

"Hello, My name’s Vickie Turner. I work with Dr Bexley. I’ve just seen your interview with Rachel Martin and admired your sensitivity so I want to talk to you about the murder. When can we meet?"

The day just gets better and better. At last a lead.

"Where are you?"

"That doesn’t matter, meet me at the TGEN research lab two days from now. I’ll introduce myself. By the way come alone." And after saying that she put the phone down.

Yes! What a day!

F+71 days

 

15. F+73 Days Aftermath - HIS Tale.

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FUCK now I’d blown it.

"Now tell me what have you done with my Daughter?" Mrs Bexley demanded.

"I. I don’t know. " I lied.

"Who was the woman you shot at the airport" She demanded.

"I thought it was Liz in disguise but now I’m not so sure. Listen Mrs Bexley your daughter needs help. I’m the only ‘man’ she loved. I must be ble to help her. But I can’t do it from in here. Please keep helping me"

"You tried to kill my daughter!" She sobbed.

"Please listen to me, You are my only hope. I beg you. For the love of God help me" I was crying now.

"Why should I, I should let you die for what you tried to do".

"Please listen to what I have to say" .

I outlined what had happened to me, from being kidnapped and turned into Liz, Kat being kidnapped and being sold to a Harem. The whole lot.

"I don’t believe you. If you are who you say you are what did I say to you just before the wedding ceremony. Also what was I wearing?" Mrs Bexley asked.

"You welcomed me to the family and asked me when you were going to be a grandmother. If I remember correctly you were wearing a light pink dress with a blue hat" I replied.

Now Dr. Bexley looked shocked speechless. She stared at me for a moment, then began to speak more and more rapidly. "My God’s it’s true. Nobody heard us talking. Only you and I knew that. Liz must be very disturbed to do that to you. She needs help. I dread to think the havoc she could bring with such a drug and in such a state of mind. I understand why you wanted her dead and why you thought the lady who looked like your wife was Liz. If you help us find her then I will continue to help you. I will not forget you tried to kill my flesh and blood. But her immediate well being is more important."

"Thanks for believing me. No offence but I hate this body and want to get back to normal as soon as I can. Thank you again. You have been much more forgiving than I would have been".

"William would not believe me and certainly would not forgive. I will do everything I can to help. The reason for my visit is that a trial date has been set, it is January 14^th. I must go now and work out how we can help each other".

"I’ve seen the reports by a Stephanie Lane. Why don’t you talk to her? I suggested.

"Good Idea, I’ll arrange it. By the way William and I are going home for a couple of days We’ll see you in around three days. Hold on in there" She said and left the room.

I sit back in my cell watching the red glimpses of the the sun going down. I’m such a bastard I thought. I know exactly where Elizabeth is. Underground covered by about six feet of earth. I felt guilty about deceiving ‘mom’ but without their help I was doomed. I would have no chance of ever finding my beloved Kat again. Please forgive me. I sat down on my bench almost in tears as I thought the pain I had wrought upon these dear people.

F + 73 Days

 

16. F+ 78 Days And Here Is The News - James’s/Jane’s Tale.

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I’m so glad I’m recording everything down in my Journal . I look back over the past few months and realise that slowly but surely I’m getting better. I’ve been asking the same question most of the country has been asking. Why did she do it?. I had followed the news and speculation since the whole thing began. However I’m still glued to the TV, as much of the nation seems to be. Here comes another exclusive from Stephanie Lane. I really enjoyed her interview with Rachel Martin though.

Stephanie was saying

"The hot news today is that the trial of Dr Elizabeth Bexley has been set for January the 14^th. The hiring of Robert Abbey by the Bexley family is widely tipped to be her last best hope of avoiding the death penalty.".

Oh Liz, why why why?

Another familiar face appeared on screen. Vickie Turner! She was talking to Stephanie Lane.

"It’s very odd. I had a phone call, oh about eight months ago from Liz, saying that she wanted to take a few months off due to the pressures of work. She wanted me to be in charge whilst she was away. I didn’t mind but I’d have liked more notice. The other strange thing is that Cathline and John Richards are still missing. I got a parcel from John a while ago with strict instructions not to open it but to give it to Cathline on her return. It had a stamp from JFK airport on the same day as the shooting. By the time stamp on it must have been posted minutes before" Vickie stated.

"So?" Stephanie asked.

"Liz paid for them to spend a month touring the Middle East. They were due back a couple of months ago but nobody’s seen head nor tail of them. They would have been over there at the same time as Liz was doing her stuff. Why?"

"Perhaps they were in on it somehow?"

"I don’t think so. I did some checking the other day in an attempt to answer that question. It turns out that John Richards didn’t board the plane with his wife. Another lady did, a Jane Norton. This Jane Norton looked exactly like the woman who was blown away at the airport".

"But Jane Norton nee Stephens would be getting married whilst this other Jane Norton was in Egypt. How come? DNA tests have proved that the body was that of Jane Norton. So where did the other one come from?"

"I don’t know. I just know that according to customs and flight records, there were two identical Jane Nortons running around in Egypt at the same time."

"So Dr Bexley paid for another Jane Norton to fly out before the other

Jane Norton arrived"

"Exactly" Vickie replied.

"This certainly casts a whole new angles on things. This is a very confused Stephanie Lane signing out".

Yep This is an even more confused James/Jane. Unless..

Fuck! What if Liz has perfected her DNA altering drug! She could make anybody, anybody and herself as well. Vickie can’t tell the media about the drug because it’s top , top secret and she’s got a responsibility to the company. She must have reached the same conclusion I have . I can’t tell either because I have no proof. Wait a minute, I’m the proof. But what do I do? Without Liz’s testimony or the drug itself I’m stuffed. And besides, who’s going to believe a mad transsexual. No I’ll sit tight and see what happens. I’ll tell if it seems as though I’ll be believed. If I’m right about this, telling the truth at the wrong time will make things much worse as nobody will believe a word of it.

 

17. F+ 74 days ‘Tears In The Rain PT 1’ - The Parent’s Tale.

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"William, Stephanie Lane is here" Mrs Bexley called.

"OK now coming, I’ll get it".

A little later..

"So Dr and Mrs Bexley what can you tell us about Liz’s state of mind right now?" Stephanie asked.

"She’s very upset and disturbed as can be expected" Mrs Bexley said.

"Why did she do it?" Stephanie asked.

"We don’t know" Dr Bexley said.

"Can you tell us about what you have been going thru. It’ll make a good by-line" Stephanie said and switched on the tape recorder.

"I took the phone call.. " Dr Bexley started.

A couple of hours later the story had been told.

"Listen we need to get going, We’ve got to get back home to pick up some things" Dr Bexley said.

"Ok thanks" Stephanie said and left the hotel room.

The storm that had been brewing over the East Coast suddenly swept inland. It was one of the worst in living memory. Zack was caught out in it. He had just finished his shift and he was dog tired, and at 2 am who wouldn’t be. His battered Chevy truck was struggling not to stop, due to the water streaming into his engine’s electrical system. His headlights were also fighting a losing battle against the weather. Suddenly without warning the car in front slid sideways to avoid a falling tree. It skidded across the road and crashed thru some barriers as though they weren’t there. As if in slow motion the car then plummeted into the ravine below.

"Holy Shit!" Zack slammed on the brakes and narrowly avoiding the car’s fate, he got out in time to see it explode in a large fireball as a spark ignited gasoline spilling from the punctured fuel tank.

"Fuck, Fuck, Fuck" Zack swore. He looked down, trying to find a way down but the rockface was too slippery. He had to get help and sped off towards town. Sheriff Dole would know what to do.

It wasn’t until dawn that the storm was spent. Using ropes and winches to get down, Sheriff Dole looked into the burnt out car wreck and promptly threw up. The two bodies were very badly charred but still recognisable as a man and a woman. His radio hissed into life as the results of the license plate check came in. The car belonged to a Dr and Mrs William Bexley, who’s only daughter was in the state pen on a murder charge. "Fuck! Not that Bexley!" Sheriff Dole thought. Still somehow they must get the bodies out for identification purposes.

F+74 Days

 

18. F+ 1 Day The Biggest Thing Since OJ - The Lawyers Tale.

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"Guess What?" I called to Monica.

"What!" Monica replied back.

"I’ve just been given the Bexley case".

"You mean that shooting in New York?"

"Yep I’ve just had the parents on the phone. They want me to defend their daughter".

"From what I’ve seen you may lose your first case" Was Monica’s reply.

"Maybe. Listen How’d you fancy a trip to New York?"

"Not really, You go I’ll stay here"

I flew out to meet my clients and her parents. After a long meeting I phoned home.

"Hi Hun how’s it going. Missing me?" I asked.

"All the time. Bout you?"

"You were right. Tough case. Mind you the state of mind my client is in I think we can go with the diminished responsibility angle. The parents are really cut up about it. Listen I gotta go my schedule is mad .Statements to read and check, arrange a meeting with the DA. Y’know usual stuff.

Love you"

"Love you" was the reply and I put the phone down.

The next few days went in a rush of meetings and briefings. No matter which way you looked at it the evidence against us was damning. No fewer than one hundred people had seen Dr Bexley pull a gun from a bag, chase Jane Stephens and then promptly kill her in cold blood. I had to think of an angle to attack the prosecution’s case but none seemed to exist!

Dr and Mrs Bexley were upset at that news, as was Dr Bexley jnr but facts are facts. I need to get hold of the medical report for Dr Bexley. Maybe we can use that to prove that she was disturbed at the time. Mind you it all points to cold, calculated, pre-meditated murder.

It was the same story when I had my meeting with the DA. He seemed to think my being here was a waste of time but I still think we can win, somehow. I’ve been working on this case for nearly four months now and am no further along in getting a solid defense together. I’ve heard some wild theories going around. One was on TV the other night where some nutcase called Vickie Turner was trying to convince us there were two Jane Stephens running around Egypt. The pressure is beginning to show on me and all my team. Thanks to the efforts of that damnable Stephanie Lane and her ilk the public is convinced that Dr Bexley is guilty. The only question the public is asking is why.

The media is having a field day and the trial it’s self promises to be as big as the OJ simpson one was.

My one tragic duty earlier on was to inform Dr Bexley that her parents had been killed in a car crash, she was naturally upset. However this does mean that she is now some Three hundred million better off. Some compensation for losing your folks though. Due to the terms of the will and a lot of wrangling by me she can keep the money whatever the verdict, even if she is on death row.

Hmm Monica should be up by now so I picked up the phone and dialled.

"Hi Hun".

"Hi dear. How’s it going?, I can’t stay too long I’ve got to get a haircut" She replied.

"If I could work out WHY she did it then that would help. But no answer is forthcoming. Dr Bexley resorts to fantastic tales of abduction and transformation. She is clearly delusional".

"Not long before the trial, what about three weeks. Can you win it?" She asked.

"I think so. Not win exactly but get Dr Bexley off a course to death row" I said.

"I’ve got to go. Listen I hope you’ll be back for Xmas " Monica replied.

"Of course. Everything shuts down here. I’ll be back In a week"

Trial(T) - 3 weeks.

 

19. F+ 75 Days ‘I Wished I’d known them more.’ - HIS Tale.

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Where were they? My surrogate parents had missed the morning visiting hours. They had never missed it in the weeks they had been coming. Had Mrs Bexley changed her mind and left me here to rot. Since ‘Aunty Sandy’ had been moved I had been alone for the last couple of days. Why did I shoot Liz, Why couldn’t I have just got on with my life, Kat where are you? . Kat I need you please..

A guard came up to my cell. Unlocked my door and said " Bexley, your lawyers here to see you".

Robert walked in with a sombre expression on his face.

"I. I have some bad news, it’s about your parents" He stammered.

"What have they disowned me or something?" Oh God that was it wasn’t it.

"There’s been an accident, in the storm last night, they span off the road and were killed instantly. I’m sorry" He said.

"Noo. Please God" I sobbed. My only allies gone, My only real friends in this hell hole lost forever.

"We need you to come and confirm their identities"

"Sure" I said, still in shock.

A warder came in and handcuffed me to her. I was taken outside under armed escort and herded into a waiting car. My God what is going to happen to me now. Mrs Bexley was my only hope. Now she’s gone. I really liked them too. I feel as though my world has just fallen in. Now I’m doomed.

I’m taken from the car into the hospital. Police crowed around me, shielding me from the attention of a few reporters who had heard the news. Calls of ‘bitch’ and ‘Why’d ya do it’ greeted me as I was hustled down to the morgue.

The coroner said nothing to me be glared at me in hatred. I’d no idea that people felt like this about my shooting Liz. If they only knew the truth. The truth must get out, somehow it must.

The coroner pulls out two slabs. I catch sight of two charred bodies, their faces locked in a vision of terror and pain. I promptly threw up.

"Thought she was a doctor" My guard says.

"Please look if you can Dr Bexley. We need you to identify them" The coroner says.

I notice the shape of the face on the man, It’s him. William Bexley. The woman still has slight wisps of hair left. Margaret Bexley. I turn away sobbing "NOO".

Still crying I’m led out to the waiting car. I sit silent on the journey back. I must get my life back. I feel responsible for their deaths. If I wasn’t in gaol they would still be alive. I am personally responsible for the death of the entire Bexley family. True Liz deserved it but not these lovely,caring and innocent people. In killing Liz I have doomed not only myself but her family. That one death has caused two more. God I never meant this to happen.

I’m put back into my cell and left alone. My stomach is in knots and I cannot help but cry myself to sleep. I feel worse than when I first started my first period. At least then I had not killed two people. I wish I had known them more.

Robert visited me the next day.

"I just want to say I’m sorry. " His face showing obvious signs of distress.

"Thanks" I say grimly.

"This may not be the best time, but the will has been read. They left their whole estate to you. Thanks to the wording of the will you will be allowed to keep custody of the estate even if we lose,which we won’t. Current estimates put the value of the Bexley estate at three hundred million dollars" He said calmly.

THREE HUNDRED MILLION!!!!

"I had no idea" I almost shouted but stopped myself at last second.

"Hmm they must have kept it quiet. I know it’s little compensation for what has happened but I had to tell you. By the way your medical you took the other week, sounds as though we can use the diminished responsibility angle. I’ve also got permission to allow you to go to the funeral tomorrow. They wanted a quiet affair,just you and your partner.

So I guess it’ll just be you and the police"

"Whatever you say".

"I’ll talk to you later" and with that he left.

THREE HUNDRED MILLION!!!!!

F+76 Days

 

20. F+71 Days ‘Tears In The Rain PT II’ - DR Elizabeth Bexley’s Tale.

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"Pleasure, anytime" I said and walked out into a waiting limo.

Thank God that’s over with. Being famous is hard work. At least that Stephanie Lane has nothing to go on. Good for her. I sit in my limo being driven back to my hotel. I lay back on the seat stretching my long legs out looking artound at the neon lit hustle and bustle of city life, boy life is good.

I wonder if the guild has installed my equipment at my ‘white isle’ yet. Hmm I’ll have to check tomorrow. I wonder what the media will think of my performance tonight. Personally I thought I was brilliant. "Can’t plan my way into bed without a diary" Hah! Mind you the world’s worst cook bit was truthful at least. The guild have done brilliantly as my new persona has withstood the glare of the world stage, no skeletons in Rachel Martin’s cupboard.

I hope Stephanie Lane doesn’t start to be a pain. I like quite like her and would hate to have to deal with her. She was very sensitive to my act over losing my parents, maybe she can be of use to me. A little deception here, A little misdirection there...

Hmm must get to bed. Marcel is due over tomorrow, something about wanting me to do a fitness video. Could be fun. The Dr Elizabeth Bexley Diet. Just take one pill and instant supermodel, no matter what shape,size or sex you are.

Thinking about sex changes. HE is really up shit creek. John your sacrifice was worthwhile. The only fly in the ointment is that I cannot visit mom and dad. Of all the things I have lost I miss them the most. Maybe after the trial Rachel Martin can visit them in their moment of tragedy. Hmm I wonder if could pretend to break down in tears about my own parents. Who knows they might adopt me?

Back in my hotel room,after a long shower. I climb into bed. How I wish Cathline hadn’t decided to betray me. I could do with some companionship right now, I do feel lonely. If HE had decided to join me we could have had some real fun. Alas that is not possible. Still Marcel is due in early so I’ve got to rest.

Oh well at least Marcel’s happy now. I’ve agreed to do the fitness video although I don’t know a thing about doing one. I never used them myself, being a doctor is useful that way and I’ve never needed the motivation to exercise anyway. Sitting outside on the balcony looking out over a stormy New York I must admit to being a little bored. The thrill of the chase has gone, now all that remains is to enjoy myself. My vengeance on him and all the plotting that went around that is now over. I feel a hole in my life right now and am feeling very lonely. Maybe I was wrong to throw Cathline in a Harem, I could have been wrong about her. I wonder if the guild can retrieve her for me.

Wake up Liz! what are you thinking. You’re getting soft, those bastards hurt you, hurt you real bad. In fact you nearly killed yourself because of what they did to you. The only thing that’s stopped you from doing it was Mom and Dad. I really must go and see them somehow, sometime . Mom, Dad I love you.

Must get some sleep Marcel is due in first thing again. He’s wants me to try and get a quick shoot in for Vanity Fair. I’ll try and scheme my way into seeing Mom and Dad again. Night Mom, Night Dad sleep tight.I hope that storm goes soon.

I awoke screaming about 2 am with a sense of great foreboding. The air was still and silent, I could hear my heart beating against my chest and inside I felt as though something terrible had just happened. I rembered my dream a few moments before. A car, a tree, an explosion and then darkness Go back to sleep Liz, You’re getting jumpy.

I awoke sweating at 11 am. That was the worse night’s sleep I’ve ever had, somehow I’d managed to sleep in late . A knock at the door Shit Marcel.

"Hang on Marcel"

I rushed into the bathroom to dress, can’t let Marcel see me naked can we. Putting on my dressing gown I called him in.

"Come in Marcel, make yourself at home. I’ll be out in a sec" I called.

"Sure, Mind if I turn the TV on?"

"Ok"

I heard the news report from in the bathroom. It was that Stephanie Lane woman again.

"The Bexley Murder reached a new twist today when Dr William Bexley and Mrs Margaret Bexley were killed in an car accident. An eyewitness said that the car span out of control and ..."

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! " I Screamed, Mom Dad Why you?

Marcel came running in.

"Rachel, are you ok?"

"Leave me, Just go" Mom Dad Noooo.

"Rachel, Please".

"Fuck off and leave me please".

"I can help".

"Marcel if you don’t leave me, you’ll regret it for the rest of what will remain of your very short life" I snarled.

Marcel looked scared but left anyway.

"If you need anyone to " he said.

"Fuck off and leave me."

Mom and Dad why did it have to be you, why did you have to die and leave me alone here.

The news reports continued.

"Dr Elizabeth Bexley was released into custody earlier today" Stephanie Lane continued.

The screen showed a distraught looking HIM coming out from the hospital, flanked on both sides by police officers they bundled HIM into a waiting car. In fury and despair I picked up an ashtray and threw it at the TV, which then exploded in a shower of sparks. NOOOOO!

HIM! HE did it. HE killed them!. If HE hadn’t been so stupid as to try and kill me they would not have been here. Mom, Dad you would still be alive if it were not for HIM, just as he took my life away now he has done the same to you. It’s not enough for HIM to die by the hand of justice. I must be that hand.I want to kill HIM by my own hand, not just leave the job to some faceless executioner. HE has taken away all that is precious to me. HE’s even deprived me of the right to see them one last time. Just as HE’s have deprived me of my family I will now work to deprive HIM of HIS. If Kat ever shows her face again...

Mom, Dad I didn’t even get chance to say goodbye. I need a drink and a gun if I can find one.

I awoke with a splitting headache and looked at my watch Shit 6pm. A sharp fragment of glass from the TV screen lay in front of me. If I can just reach it then all will be right. Mom, Dad Here I come. I sat up with the glass about to cut my metacarpel artery, just one quick slash and ten to fifteen minutes later and that’ll be it. All done.

Liz what are you doing. Suicide is no escape. Now I see clearly it is my destiny to be Nemesis. That is why I felt so empty before, my work was not yet complete. I must leave Rachel Martin behind for a while and plan to bring all of this to it’s ultimate conclusion. Time to call the guild.

Excellent the guild have shipped and installed my equipment to my ‘white isle’ now all that has to be done is go there and plan. But first I’ll phone Marcel to let him know I’m OK and then, if I remember Mom and Dad’s will correctly I have a funeral to go to tomorrow.

Marcel was very understanding when I told him I wanted some time off for emotional reasons. He assumed that it was because the death of my parents had triggered off old wounds from Rachel Martin. If only he knew the truth. Now mom and dad are gone I have no-one, only myself.

My dreams were filled with hatred of him again. In my dream I saw HIM make the car skid, saw him kill my parents again and again and again. He was gloating over me as I knelt down by their graves. His evil laughter at finally destroying me. How he must hate me. I awoke sometime in the early morning, my head was aching probably from the brandy I had been guzzling. Careful Liz you can ruin your liver. Doesn’t matter Liz you can always grow a new one.

I’ve just realised that HE will inherit all mom and dad’s estate. I reckon it’s worth 300 million. It’s not the money I want, it’s their stuff. All the things from my past will go to HIM if I do not intervene. My whole childhood and life will be HIS. I MUST get my past back, it is the only reminder I have of them.

I got dressed in black jeans and black blouse I wanted to dress as befitting the occasion but this was furthest I felt I could go in that direction. The last thing I want is to attract media attention, mind you I attract attention wherever I go. The hotel staff let me slip out of the goods entrance and into a waiting Taxi. Once again I was cursed with the worlds most talkative Taxi Driver.

"Hey, The guys will never believe it. I got Rachel Martin"

I gave him the location of the cemetery where Mom and Dad were being buried. Hmm I wonder if the Qubth-ut-Allah trick will work. It’ll be fun to try..

"Qubth-ut-Allah" I said.

Rat’s the Taxi Drivers still going, shame.

"Hey Don’t you get all weird on me. I’ve taken you celebrity types before.

Why’d ya want to go to the cemetery for?" He asked.

"It’s personal. Now please shut up and drive." I snarled.

"Hey you aint so nice in real life" The cab driver said.

If only I had some kitty pills with me. I know who my first target would be.

"I am really. But listen I need to get there today I have a appointment."

"Sure Babe. Late again huh. Can’t plan your way into bed without a diary huh. Well every guy is wanting to show you the way there, personal like" he leered.

How did I get lumbered with these guys. All the time, Every time I get in a fucking cab.

"Just drive".

We arrived in time to see the hearse draw up at the graveside. HE stood there,chained between two police officers. His face, no my face looked extremely sad, tears were rolling down HIS face.

I gave the Taxi driver his fare, no tip mind you and he drove off with words of abuse. If you’d have shut up you might have got something.

The pall bearers unloaded the coffins from the hearse and slowly brought them to the open graves and gently lowered them in.

Mom, Dad NOOOO.

The priest stood over the graves and gave his blessings.

NOOO. Tears were unavoidable now. I managed to walk to a nearby bench and sobbed and sobbed. WHY, WHY, WHY. Why did YOU kill them. I will kill YOU by my own hand.

A hand suddenly touched my shoulder.

"Miss Martin" A voice said.

"Piss off" I replied.

"Miss Martin" It was MY voice, my old one that is.

I looked up right into my old face. Focus Liz remember if you blow it now all is lost. HE was still chained to a couple of surley looking cops but they were being as discrete as they could. I noticed a cop further back training a .38 on HIS back just in case.

"Dr Bexley I presume. I want to say I’m so sorry that they died" I sobbed

"I realise that this must bring it all back to you, is that why you are here?" He asked, compassion showing in his voice.

Why did I turn him into me? How stupid was I?

"It seems like yesterday they were here,still alive. You have no idea" I cried.

"I know what it is like to lose everything you held dear. I’ve lost the one I loved ,maybe forever. Now this. They were my only hope you know and now..." HE said. Why did I give him my voice!

I need to see them somehow I know what I’ll do. It’ll take everything I have but here goes.

"When my parents died I was in Germany, serving as a waitress in some seedy bar. I couldn’t afford to fly back. I never had chance to say goodbye" I sobbed.

"Come and help me say goodbye to mine" and HE offered his handcuffed hand to me.

I hated to do it but I took it and he led me to my parents graves. It was the only way to see them, the only way to say goodbye.

I stood over the open graves looking down at the plaques. The names there made it even more real. The temptation to attack and kill him now was very strong, but I have other plans for HIM. One’s that will prolong his agony for years before I finally dispatch him to hell where he belongs.

He gave me two of his roses and left me to be alone. I looked down and fell to my knees sobbing. After sometime I threw a rose into Mom’s grave. Bye Mom. You will be avenged. I gently threw a rose into Dad’s grave. Bye Dad.

I stood up to say one last thing to HIM but he had been taken away. By now the media had been alerted to my presence here and were beginning to swarm in. My last moments with Mom and Dad were stolen from me. I ran to the road and flagged down a cab. Time to leave, time to plan.

It’s been so long since I’ve had to create a plan from the gleam of an idea to implementation. I needed every single hour on the plane to my ‘White Isle’ to formulate and work it out. Hmm let me outline some of it again to check it out. It’s only a draft but it core of it sounds right.

The only thing that can save HIM is the lawyer. Somehow I must make him throw the trial or ensure HE is found guilty. Possibilities...

1. Influence the jury.

Tricky but not impossible. The trouble is that there is only one of me and eleven of them. There is no guarantee that I can swing the outcome. Scratch that one.

2. Influence the trial in someway.

I hate to think this, but the thought disgusts me but the only way I can reliably do this is to turn myself into the Lawyer so that I can throw the trial. Uggh a man . The lengths I go to for justice. How do I get the Lawyer’s DNA? What do I do with him?

Easy, thru his wife. I can get his DNA and also administer the drug. But what shall I do with him? I know turn him into Jennifer Porter. I’m sure I can fake his death somehow so no-one will believe that he is infact the lawyer in Jennifer Porter’s body. Hmm why not turn him into a kitty? He’s done nothing to me to deserve such a fate and besides human to kitty transformations are messy. If something went wrong I could have a half human,half kitty hybrid. That would certainly prove any DNA changing stories. No more kitties. Far too dangerous.

I’ve now been at my ‘White Isle’ for three weeks now and have made significant progress. The most worrying thing is that people have started talking to Stephanie Lane. I read about an interview with Vickie Turner and her twin Jane Norton theory. It doesn’t take much of a leap to work out where they came from. The report gave the impression of not believing a word of it but I can now see that Ms Lane will need to be dealt with if she is not too careful. Mind you Rachel Martin’s disappearance will distract her for a while. Stephanie Lane has tried to phone me a couple of times using the number I gave her but I’m not at home.

With the help of the guild I now have adapted some dart guns similar to those used to drug wild animals. They can administer the drug at a long range. I’ve even managed to get a laser sighted dart rifle for long distance work.I can now shoot someone and WHAM they get the full dose. Very useful for self defense and anything where I can’t get too close, like disposing of nosy reporters. In my spare time I’ve invented drugs for all sorts of modified humans. If and when this technology becomes available someone’s bound to want it. Another bit of tinkering is an enzyme that will break down the ‘fixer, it will also ‘fix’ the new form forever. I’ve loaded this into the payload of the dartguns just for contingency purposes only. It may well come in useful, although I’ve encrypted the formula for this ‘Version 2 fixer’ just in case.

Perhaps the most significant advance is my development of a change compensation system. No longer will I have to stuff my face with pasta to fuel the change. The bodies metabolism will adjust to ensure that I(or the target’s) life is not in danger. On a longer term If I can design an organ that will produce the drug based on the form I think of then I can change form without needing any equipment at all. But that’s a long way off. Maybe in three or four years. Oh well my flight leaves tonight.

I’ve got so much to do until I can deliver the final blow. My plan is perfect.

F+90 days

 

21. F+77 Days ‘Tears In The Rain Pt III’ HIS Tale.

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I was chained to two surley looking cops and led outside to a waiting hearse. It seems odd to be attending the funeral of someone else parents when the world thinks they are mine. The grief is genuine though.

We slowly drive to the cemetary, my guards not speaking a word. Now what am I going to do? They were my last hope for freedom and now they’re gone. More lives destroyed by my actions when will the destruction stop.

The hearse draws to a stop and the pall bearers lift the coffins of Elizabeth’s Parents and slowly walk to the graveside. The priest is giving them his blessing as he goes.

I cannot help but cry as they slowly lower in the caskets, I feel so sad. I look up to see what looks like Rachel Martin sitting on bench watching the proceedings. She is obviously devestated, the pain of her own parents death being brought up over and over again. I remember reading that she had never had the chance to say goodbye to her parents, maybe she’d like to help me say goodbye to Elizabeth’s. I must go over and console her. Nobody deserves that much pain.

"Say. Can I go over and console Rachel Martin?. She looks as though she really needs it" I ask my guard.

"Ok, But We’re staying put and any funny stuff and you’ll find yourself on the wrong end of a .38" The cop said reluctantly.

We walked over to Rachel Martin who seemed to be oblivious to our presence. I put a hand on her shoulder and said "Miss Martin?"

She looked stunned for a moment or so and then regained her composure.

"Piss off" She said rudely.

Do I leave her alone or do I say what I really want to say. No I’ll press on I need to do this for her. Need to do this for me, to get some compassion back into my soul after the evil I’d done.

"Miss Martin" I said again.

Rachel Martin looked up, as though checking she was safe from the ‘evil’ Dr Bexley and then satisfied said.

"Dr Bexley I presume. I want to say I’m so sorry that they died" Rachel started sobbing again.

"I realise that this must bring it all back to you, is that why you are here?" I asked, my voice full of emotion.

"It seems like yesterday they were here,still alive. You have no idea" She cried.

Oh I do. I’ve lost Kat maybe for good. Everything I held dear to me, my wife, my future and even my very body. I told her so(apart from the wife and body bit of course).

Rachel said "When my parents died I was in Germany, serving as a waitress in some seedy bar. I couldn’t afford to fly back. I never had chance to say goodbye" The tears were running down her face, making her beautiful face red and her eyes puffy.

"Come and help me say goodbye to mine" I said and reached out my hand. She hesitated for a few seconds and then put her hand in mine. Hand in hand we walked to the gravesides. I was almost having to pull her there, such was her emotional pain.

I gave her two of my roses and then left her to be alone and say her goodbyes. Within a matter of moments I was whisked away back to my life of imprisonment, leaving a broken hearted Rachel Martin behind.

 

22. F+66 Days Home Soil - Kat And Cathlines Tale.

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"So what’s your plan?" Cathline said in a conspirational air.

"Easy, I ask Hassan to let us go and find some more girls for him in the US. We then either track HER down or HER lab and change ourselves back. Me back into Jane Norton and you can probably get your eye restored. With our new faces the guild will not be able to find us, thus we escape their attentions".

"Why can’t we just use the equipment at our lab?" Cathline asked.

"Firstly I suspect that the version you have is out of date with what SHE has developed, it might not be able to restore ourselves, secondly with the ‘hell bitch’ still running around we are in grave danger, thirdly we have to find our husbands, SHE is the only way we can find them easily and quickly and finally I want to be sure we can destroy her personal version before it gets abused even more. Just think what the guild could do with such a device!"

"You’ve convinced me. I still want the quiet life though" Said Cathline, shuddering at the thought of the guild.

"Right tomorrow I’ll ask Hassan"

We slept apart again. Cathline, I know wants more from our relationship but I feel as though I would be cheating on my husband if I did anything. I saved myself for him against all temptation and even though he is now most likely a copy of HER I will still save myself for him . I want my first time with a woman to be with him. Cathline understands but can’t help be disappointed, she says she’d always had a thing for Jasmine and is finding me hard to resist. Cathline you’d better take some cold showers.

After a particularly loud feast at Hassan’s table I was clearing up after his guests. He usually stayed behind to chat to me for a while. I guess it was his way of being with me. I don’t understand why he doesn’t just force himself on me or make some move on me. He said what he was brought up to respect those whom he loved. Kat this is getting complicated.

"Hassan?" I called.

"What is it my Jewel?"

"I have been told that your Harem is the best in the Arab world and yet you only have 20 girls. I would like to go and get you some more from overseas. My maid would help me and we could being you much honor and respect. Many women overseas would desire a life like this." I said in my most persuasive tone.

He looked very thoughtful for a while and then said

"You have indeed earned my trust and respect and tradition states that I should let you go and do as you ask. My harem is not traditional, my women are there because I value their company not to bring me honor and respect. I have that already. You my Jewel are too precious to leave here. Your maid must stay also as she is joined to you. I admire your intentions but I must refuse.

FUCK,Now what was I going to do. I excused my self and went back to Cathline. FUCK!

The look on my face must have told it all as Cathline broke down into tears.

"Now what the hell are we going to do?" she sobbed.

"Dunno" I said honestly.

The next couple of weeks dragged past, Hassan could see my sorrow growing daily. It was eating me away.

"What is wrong my jewel"

"Nothing I’m just sad you refused me permission to extend your Harem" I lied.

He walked over and stood very close to me, his tall muscled frame standing proud before me. His dark brown eyes looked down at me in such love. I had seen that look of a man possessed by love before, and normally I would be very flattered. But I love my husband .

"Why do you lie to me, are you not happy here?" He asked

"I could be happy here if my situation was different" I said.

"You may speak freely. I will not punish you" He said and gestured for me to sit down beside him.

"I was taken against my will when my husband was in grave danger. I do not know what fate has befallen him and think about him constantly. Hassan If I did not love him so It would be so easy for me to love you. You are kind,gentle and would make any woman happy. But I love him and my heart bleeds everyday for him. I do not know if he is alive, dead or a prisoner of fate. Another woman wanted vengeance against us and has plotted to destroy our lives. I have been here for months, each day sapping my will to live. You say I’m your flower, on the outside I’m blooming but on the inside I am slowly dying." I was in tears.

"When I first saw you, I loved you. I have treated you like no girl of mine has ever been treated before. Why, because I want you to be my princess. All my women are as nothing compared to your grace and beauty. You now tell me that you are married and that your love for your husband is greater than anything I have been able to give you. I could force you to marry me and stay here but you would wither and die before my eyes. That would be the worst crime of all, it would make what Osman did to your maid seem humane. Part of me wants you to stay, it says that eventually you would come to love me and that I should be selfish. The other realises that you cannot force love and that all that I love about you would be gone." Tears were in Hassan’s eyes.

This proud Arabian prince sat before me and cried. I put my arm around

him and we both cried together. Sometime later he said

"You and your maid may go, I will arrange papers for you and some money. If you do not find your husband then you are welcome to return as my wife. I will do anything in my power to help you" he said, softly.

"I will not forget you Hassan. I will return of my own free will someday,

if not to be your wife but to thank you. Can I go and tell my maid"

"Certainly, I will fly you to where you want to go. I will get your things packed for you".

I ran upstairs to tell Cathline.

"Cath,"

"What !" she said grumpily.

"How’d you fancy a big mac?" I asked.

"Hassan’s going to deliver one is he" She said in sarcastic tones.

"I thought we could get our own" I said gleefully.

"WHAT,HOW,WHY WHEN" Cathline was ecstatic. We hugged each other and celebrated.

Beware ‘Hell Bitch’ the Kat is coming back.

Hassan flew us to Cairo International airport, he had managed to retrieve Cathline’s papers from the guild(don’t ask me how) and had given me some new ones. Mine were special, diplomatic papers I could travel anywhere and get diplomatic immunity. I was now Jasmine Stephens(my choice not his mind you) diplomat and ex Harem Girl. Hassan must have some really powerful friends.

"Goodbye my jewel" Hassan was crying again as we went to board the plane.

"Goodbye Hassan and thank you and I kissed him for the first and last time.

"Go now, let me remember you as you are" He said and walked slowly away.

We boarded the plane and as we took off and left our bondage behind I couldn’t help but think of the trials that lay ahead. Cathline was asleep next to me, as was most of the passengers. I remembered back to when I boarded the plane, the surprised looks of those aboard that Jasmine was going to be flying with them. I’ll just have to get used to it for a while.

I asked a hostess if she could provide me with any news from home that had happened in the past few months. She said she’d see what she could do but a little later on they would be showing news broadcasts from the States. Time to get some rest.

"Wake up sleepy head, we’re only an hour away from home." Cathline prodded me awake.

"What’s the news?" I asked.

"Don’t know it’s due on in a few minutes, why?"

"I want to know what’s been going on. We will need to be abreast of current events before we go after HER’ I said.

"Shh it’s starting" Cathline said.

"This is Stephanie Lane back from her vacation reporting on the latest

developments on the Bexley Murder case"

BEXLEY MURDER CASE!!!

"What!" I exclaimed.

"Shh" Cathline hissed.

"Since the unfortunate and tragic death of her parents some three weeks ago, Dr Bexley has been more reclusive than ever. Only her lawyer has been able to see her and she is reported to be eating little. The trial, which is due to start in a little over six weeks time promises to be the most avidly followed since the trial of OJ Simpson. Nobody expects Dr Bexley to be found innocent of the brutal murder of Jane Norton nee Stephens but the real question that has been bugging America for the last few months is why in hell would she do it?"

My God what has he done! Cathline has gone very quiet. No it can’t be...

"I’ve failed, my husband is Elizabeth Bexley" I said tearfully. The only thing worse than death is the death of hope. I must NOT give in.

Stephanie Lane continued.

"Robert Abbey is expected to present medical evidence that Dr Bexley was traumatised when the shooting took place but it is not known how much of an effect this will have on the proceedings. The nation saw the compassionate side of Dr Bexley when Rachel Martin came to visit her at her parents funeral. Supporters of the trauma theory state that this proves Dr Bexley was not herself at the time of the shooting.

In other news

What has happened to Rachel Martin? She disappeared several weeks ago and has not been seen since. She is reported by her agent to be very upset at the death of Dr Bexley parents as it has re-opened up all the old wounds of her own parents deaths. Stories that Rachel Martin tried to commit suicide when the news was announced have proven unfounded.

She is said to be on her island retreat until she feels able to work again. Having met Rachel know what a sensitive and caring person she is, Rachel if you are hearing this we all wish you well. The world needs it’s moments of perfect beauty."

The screen went off I turned to Cathline but she had moved to another seat. Could the Jane Stephens killed at JFK really have been John? Cathline, judging by her behaviour seems to think so. What can I do I need her, she knows ‘the hell bitch’ better than anyone.

The ‘hell bitch’ had obviously won this round. My husband was now a copy of HER. I could see what he had done. I had deduced that SHE had swapped with me and he had left before HER. He then lay in wait for HER to arrive assuming that she would stay in my body. He had then killed her in cold blood for what she had done to us, knowing that this was his only chance of revenge. Except of course that SHE would not be as stupid as to put herself in such danger. She would have changed form again before leaving Egypt and led John into a trap with tragic consequences. The ‘Hell Bitch’ is even more evil than I had thought, she deliberately set John up as a Judas-Goat in case of this event. She is safe as everyone thinks that Elizabeth Bexley is in prison, whilst she is free to run around. Once again pure speculation but it does seem to fit. Cathline of course wouldn’t believe a word of it.

We didn’t speak for the rest of the flight and the silence lasted until we were finally thru customs. Cathline was about to call a cab.

"Cathline, wait" I called.

"He’s dead and YOU killed him. Now go away and leave me" She shouted at me, her face a vision of fury.

"Don’t be stupid how was he to know. He must have thought John was HER.Listen we need each other" I cried at her.

"I don’t need you at all. Your husband can die for all I care, what chance did he give John?" And Cathline stormed off.

"Cathline" I called but she had gone.

There is no other place for me to go but home. I need to think what my next plan of action is going to be. Why did he do something as stupid as that! I’m going to miss him over Christmas. I wonder if I’m allowed to visit him. Hmm maybe not I expect SHE is keeping an eye out for me. My freedom needs to be kept secret for a while longer. If I’m careful maybe SHE will make a mistake.

 

F+92 Days

23 F+93 Voice From The Grave - Cathlines Tale.

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John, Oh John why did you have to die? What did you do in those last few days whilst I was being tortured, what did you do?

I can’t believe you are gone. Every day I was in that hell hole of a dungeon, every time I look in the mirror at my ruined eye I think of what I went thru to get back to you.Even in the comparative luxury of Hassan’s palace I still waited for you. Now you are gone,buried under another name in a body that was not your own. What have I done?

I fight back the tears. The cab draws up at our house, my house now and drops me off. Someone has been keeping an eye on the place as the lawns are cut and the house shows no sign of being empty for the last five months. I turn the key in the door and go inside.

Every part of me expects John to be here but deep down I know that will not happen. I sit alone in my large, empty home and weep for John. I realise that Kat had nothing to do with John’s death but her husband was directly responsible. No matter his plight I cannot forgive that.

Not since I lost my eye in that hell pit have I felt this bad. My mind is confused. Is Dr Bexley really the bad guy in all this as Kat suggested or was it just wild speculation. Kat sounded so convincing in that room, sitting proud in all her splendour but I KNOW Liz. I still love her even after what she did to Kat and her husband.

Liz needs me right now, as I need her and Kat can go to hell.

I couldn’t bare to sleep in our old bed so I took the spare room, even that held memories. I lay down in darkness, listening to the sounds of the night and cried myself to sleep.

I was awoken by a loud knocking at the door "Cathline,John is that you in there?"

I peered out of the window and saw that it was Vickie Turner. She went to the kitchen window and looked inside. What should I do? She can probably tell me what has happened to Liz.

I quickly put on my dressing gown and ran down to answer the door.

"Vickie, It’s me Cathline" I called.

Vickie whirled around as if found guilty of talking in class, took one look at me and screamed "Holy Shit"

"I know my hairs a mess but that’s a bit strong" I answered.

"What the hell happened to you?,where have you been?, where’s John?, did you know Liz is in gaol?" Questions flooded out from Vickie

"Slow down and I’ll tell you, now please come inside" I said.

We did so "Sorry I’ve only been here since last night so all can offer you is some water" I said.

"Fine" was the reply.

I made Vickie a glass of water and gave it to her.

"What the hell happened to you?" She asked.

"John’s dead" I sobbed.

"I, I’m sorry. How did it happen?" She asked.

"He, he was shot" I stuttered out.

Should I tell her the full story? No not until I know more, like where Liz is for instance.

"I don’t know what to say. Do you want to talk about it?" She asked

"Yes I do , if you don’t mind"

I told her everything but changed a few details such as what Liz had done to Kat and her husband and the fact that John had been a copy of Kat when flew over.

"You’ve been through the most terrible ordeal. I think I would have curled up and died long before you did. I can’t imagine it. One thing about your story puzzles me though." Vickie was still in shock over my tale.

"What’s that?"

"When you were away I did some checking. It seems as though John didn’t go with you on the plane, a woman did, Jane Norton. She looked exactly like the woman who Liz shot at JFK a while ago. The records also show that another Jane Norton, married name Stephens flew out on her honeymoon a few days later. This Jane Norton matches the description of the woman you travelled with to Egypt. What IS going on."

FUCK now I must tell her more of it.

"How are the tests going for our DNA drug?" I asked.

"Very well, we should have FDA approval next year sometime, Why?"

Vickie asked.

"Keep this very quiet, if this gets out the company is in deep shit. Liz and I, well decided to test the drug on a human" I admitted.

"WHAT! Of all the irresponsible, stupid" Vickie shouted.

"You remember that John had slept with Jennifer Porter a while back, on some fling. It was all around the labs. I got fired over it"

"Yes, I remember it well. You two were at each other throats like two cats." Vickie Said.

"Liz and I wanted some fun with John. Liz obtained a DNA sample from this Jane Norton and we slowly turned John into her over a few days. Just to teach him a lesson about women."

"Hmmm, carry on. You are quite right. If this gets out we’ll all be in deep shit. So John was infact the Jane Norton that flew out with you." Vickie said, still bemused.

"That’s right. Liz paid for us to go to Egypt on a second honeymoon."

"So why do you think John is dead, wasn’t that Jane Stephens shot dead at JFK. ?"

"It wasn’t the real Jane Stephens. Liz killed John at the airport" I said tearfully.

"How do you know, Why? Vickie was looking confused.

"Because I met the real Jane Stephens in my Harem. " I stated.

"So Liz shot John by mistake"

"Something like that"

Why was I still protecting Kat? Maybe it was because I deep down part of me believed her story. However Liz would never be so evil as to set me and John up. I needed proof of whose side to be on. At the moment I was on Liz’s, I didn’t like what she had done to Kat but I could see the logic in it. I still love Liz after all.

"If I wasn’t working on the drug myself I wouldn’t believe a word of it. Still don’t really. Liz really came down on us if we bypassed procedures once." Vickie said amazed.

"I know it’s hard to believe" Cathline replied.

"I don’t think we should try and cover this up. This information needs to be told. I think you should give Stephanie Lane a call. She won’t divulge anything that cannot be proven or hurts the innocent but it could save our butts and the companies. If we try and hide things and people find out we are really stuffed. How will people react when we release our product on the market. They will eventually put two and two together and KNOW you two did human trials before we had approval" Vickie Stated.

"Maybe you’re right, let me think on it"

"Listen I got a package from John, dated the day he was killed. The letter stated that it must only be opened by you and given to you when you return. It feels like some kind of book. Hold on I’ll go and get it."

Half an hour later she returned with a small book shaped package, which she then gave to me.

"Do you want me to stay here, while you read it?" She asked.

"I’ll be fine. I’ll call if I need you"

"Fine, Oh and thanks for sharing. I ‘m here if you need me" And Vickie left.

I opened the parcel. A small beaten up looking notebook fell out with a letter. I picked the letter up and started to read.

"Dearest Cathline

I am writing this letter and sending you my journal so that you know how much I love you. Why are you leaving me to be with that Bexley bitch?

I still love you inspite of everything that has happened, all I ask is that you read my story and maybe you can find it in your heart to speak to me when I return.

All My Love

John    XXXXXX"

Why did he think I was leaving him.? I started to read the journal.

"I tried to fight my way through the crowds towards Cathline. In my old body I may have been able to do it but with this one I was helpless. I last saw her stretch out a hand towards me shouting ‘John’ but soon she was swept away from me.

I went back to the hotel to wait for her return as she is bound to arrive soon. In the meantime I’ll try on some of the gifts we had brought for each other. Cathline was right I will make the most of this body while I can. I feel much more sexy now and am ready when she is. I’ve had enough of touching my self up I want a real woman now. "

I read on in tears for most of the time, each tick of the clock in the silence of my home reminded me that I was now alone. John how I miss you.

 

24. F+ 74 days Threads Revealed- The Journalists Tale.

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Another excellent day. I got a call from Dr and Mrs Bexley. Apparently they want to meet me to talk to me and give me their side of the story. There is one downside to it though and that’s no cameras, which is a shame. Oh well we’re here and I knock on the door of Dr and Mrs Bexley’s hotel room.

"Hi you must be Stephanie Lane" Dr Bexley said as he answered the door.

"In the flesh, mind if I come in"

"Not at all. " he said and I went inside.

"Margaret, this is Stephanie Lane the reporter" He added.

"Hello Mrs Bexley" I said.

"Ms Lane, we have asked you hear to let the our side of the story be known. You are recognised as one of the most honorable journalists and your interview with Rachel Martin showed us that you could be trusted in delicate matters" She said.

"Thank you, I do my best to report only proven truths. Now what can I do for you?" I said.

"Please take a seat, I’ll order some coffee" Dr Bexley said.

"White with one sugar" I called out.

A couple of hours later and I had their part in this down. I got the feeling that Mrs Bexley was hiding something that she didn’t want to talk about. I’ve no idea what it was,just call it gut feel. Hmm maybe they’ll tell me when they get back. They tell me that Robert Abbey is having difficulty in putting a defense together but cannot tell me what his line of thought is.

Back at the office I’m working late on this. Even Dean’s gone home, thank God. Mind you he has treated me with some respect recently.What does seem puzzling is that the Dr Elizabeth Bexley people knew seems a completely different Dr Bexley as to the one in prison at the moment.

The one before that trip to Egypt was fun loving, outward going and had an air of royal aloofness about her. She was concerned for all things. From the way her parents described her she wouldn’t hurt a fly. The Dr Bexley inside Gaol is cold, reclusive and almost in trauma. She is confused as to who she is(a man turned into Dr Bexley!!) and other times she is almost back to her normal self.

The other strange thing is that tattoo she’s had done. Apparently it goes from her thigh and winds around her body until it ends on her breasts. From what everyone tells me Dr Bexley was so proud of her body and was known to work out several hours a day. Now I’ve nothing against people getting tattoo’s done but what she did does not fit in with what I’ve been told. What happened to Dr Bexley in Egypt to make her change like this?

The other confusing thing is that in intelligence tests done on her since she came back from Egypt she has been scoring around the 125 mark. Dr Bexley’s IQ is known to be above 160. Her whole psychological profile has changed. It’s like she’s a different person. Maybe this story Dr Bexley is telling(of really being a man that is) has some truth in it. If I go public with this though now I’ll be laughed out. Maybe some sleazy tabloid will pick it up but that’ll be it the end of Stephanie Lane’s career. No she’s probably just in shock.

I went home about midnight, which because of current workload was an early night for me. I need a vacation.

There was a real buzz about the place when I came in at 6am the next day. I caught Dean on his way to a meeting.

"Hey Dean, what’s going on" I called.

"Get to the hospital now. Dr and Mrs Bexley have been killed in an auto accident I need you to report on it NOW. Steve will fill you in"

Shit Poor Dr Bexley. I wonder how this will affect the trial. Still gotta rush.

The next couple of weeks flew by. I was working longer and longer on two things. First the Bexley case and the second on the disappearance of Rachel Martin.

Vickie Turner’s information does check out though and it’s left me very puzzled. The only explanation I can think of is that Cathline Richards was travelling with another woman using false papers Interrupting my chain of thought Dean called me into his office.

"Steph. You need a break. You’ve been working solid for months now without a single day off. I’m concerned for you. Listen the Bexley trial isn’t for a few weeks why don’t you go and sun yourself somewhere for a while. I need you to be sharp"

"But Dean I’m close to something. I can feel it" I complained.

"That’s an order. Now go and don’t come back for two weeks"

Humph I hate forced vacations. OK I may as well go somewhere fun. I know I’ve got just the place.

 

25. F+ 94 Days A Little help from a ‘friend’ - The Journalists Tale.

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Hmm I really enjoyed that vacation. I achieved everything I wanted to do on it. Nothing seems to have changed here though. I’m so glad I went away now. I’ve taken it easy for the last day or so, just settling my self in so to speak.

My phone rang. Oh well back to work.

"Stephanie Lane?"

"Yes"

"This is Vickie Turner. I have some news for you. Cathline Richards is back. She’s had a hell of a time. I can’t talk about it now. But Cathline will speak to you and you alone"

"Ok I’ll be down there as soon as I can"

I arrived at Cathline’s house the next day and knocked at the door. A lady wearing an ornate and very expensive looking eye patch opened the door. She was showing signs of abuse with cuts still healing around her wrists.

"Cathline Richards?" I asked.

"Yes, Stephanie Lane I presume"

"Certainly is, may I come in"

"Of course. I’m still putting things right after such a long time away."

She replied.

I went inside and sat down, my ever present tape recorder at the ready.

"Vickie Turner persuaded me to talk to you about what I have been thru and how it relates to Liz’s murder case. I have some information that you may find very interesting’ Cathline said.

Somewhile later ..

"So you’re saying that it wasn’t really Jane Stephens but your husband" I asked in disbelief.

"Yep"

"And that Dr Bexley took it upon herself to turn him into a copy of Jane

Stephens"

"That’s about right" She said cautiously. She’s hiding something.

"Dr Bexley has been claiming that she is in fact a man turned into a clone of Dr Bexley by the real Elizabeth Bexley" I said, things were beginning to fall into place. Still no proof though.

"From what the real Jane Stephens told me he/she is probably telling the truth." Cathline said.

"And this man in Dr Bexley’s body shot your husband thinking that he was Dr Bexley disguised as Jane Stephens" I said(My head hurts!!)

"Yes" Cathline was crying now.

"How does that make you feel?" I asked.

"To be honest I don’t know. I want justice to be served, that’s all" she said angrily.

"How do you know that it wasn’t really Dr Bexley that he shot?" I asked.

"Because Liz wouldn’t be as stupid as all that, no she would have changed before she flew back."

"Do you know where Jane Stephens is now?"

"Probably at home. I don’t really want to speak to her anymore. I thought we were going to be friends for life. Sure she got me out of that Harem and I do owe her for that but not enough to forgive her"

"But it wasn’t really her fault?" I queried.

"Not really but her husband killed mine. That makes her part of it in my book. It’s her husband I want to see on trial, not her but I know that if I stick around her she will see him eventually. I couldn’t face that"

"I’m sorry but I’ve no physical evidence to prove any of this DNA drug stuff. Genetic tests have shown both Dr Bexley and the body of Jane Stephens to be who they are. Your story is the only one that really fits the stories I’ve been gathering. I can prove that you were kidnapped and mutilated but nothing else. I need physical evidence Sorry." I said.

"I understand, I’ll help in anyway I can. "

"Thank you for your time" and I left Cathline’s house.

On my way back I phoned Dean.

"Hi Steph, what’s going on?" Dean asked.

"Listen I’ve got a real break in the Bexley case. I can’t talk about it now as I’ve got no physical proof. Only supposition. We can’t run with it yet but we’re real close. Even If I get proof I’ll need sometime to get the whole thing together. Be patient if what I’m hearing is correct it’ll be the biggest story since, well man invents wheel." I enthused.

"Come on, fucking tell me. Don’t get all high and mighty Lois Lane on me . Tell me what it is"

"Not over the phone lines and not until I have proof. You’ll laugh me out otherwise. I should have it ready in about four weeks."

"But that’s past the trial date"

"Forget the trial this is bigger than that!" and I cut the connection. There that’ll keep him guessing.

I sat alone that night in my apartment when the door bell rang. I peered thru the spyhole and saw a tall shadowy figure.

"Ms Lane. Are you there?" A husky almost non human voice sounded.

Who the fuck is that!

"I know you’re in there. Please, you are the only one who can help me." The husky voice sounded desperate. I wish I’d brought a gun. I ran to the kitchen and retrieved the largest knife I could find.

"Ms Lane Please. I will not harm you" The voice sounded even more urgent.

"Ok I’ll let you in but be warned I’ve got a gun" I unlatched the door and took one look at my visitor and fainted.

When I awoke I was unharmed but laying on my sofa. My visitor sat on my armchair. He was dressed in a large hooded coat. The hood was up and I could see a single blue eye and another yellow almost non-human eye looking out.

"I’m sorry I startled you " The creature said.

"W, What are you?"

"I am or was Roger Ferry."

"What are you?,what do you want?" I stuttered.

He reached up his right hand and pulled back his hood. It took all my self control not to scream. His head was still human in shape except that one half of it looked feline. It was covered with black fur. His left ear had moved up and now pointed up from his head in a definite cat shaped cone. His left eye was yellow and round and set much closer to his flatter than normal nose. One side of his mouth was pulled slightly outwards and I could see canine teeth underneath his mouth. I could see now that his left arm was a different shape to a normal human arm.

"I am what you see and I want you to get whoever did this to me" He said huskily.

"How’d it happen?"

"I belonged to an agency, which was employee if you like of a shadowy organisation called the guild. We specialised in surveillance and forgery. About two years ago we had a call from a lady who called herself Deianeira. She wanted some people followed and generally to be kept an eye on. The main target of her intentions was another woman called Jane Norton. From what I’ve seen it’s the same lady that was shot in the airport." He said huskily.

"So you think this Deianeira was Dr Bexley." I said.

"I’m still not 100% sure. We had several calls from Deianeira over the next few months asking us to do all kinds of things. One of the strangest was to get some live hair somethings from Jane Norton. We arranged for Deianeira to be put in contact with this guild in Egypt. She paid us very well".

"So how come you’re like this?"

"She had just paid us half a million for some work and was going to leave the money in the usual place. I wasn’t involved with any of the detail you understand I was just doing the following of this Jane Norton. I went to the paymasters office to collect my share and saw a whole pile of money and about nine cats running about inside the office. Nine suits lay crumpled on the floor. I picked up a 100 dollar bill that lay on the desk and left very confused. About two hours later my head hurt like hell, as did the hand which had touched the money. I remember feeling great pain as half of my head reshaped and staring at my arm as fur and a paw formed. I freaked out much in the same way you did. I’ve been living off the street for the past few months until I happened to notice that you were working on the Bexley Case. You’ve been very busy over the past few months and I’m sure very close to the truth. You want physical evidence of Dr Bexley’s evil, now here I am, at your service" The creature called Roger Ferry explained.

"How did know you all about me?" I asked.

"My speciality was watching people remember, gathering information. I have been your guardian for most of your investigations. I was ready to protect you should the guild try and prevent you from following up your investigations. "

"Thanks, So why not come to me right away?"

"You would not have gathered as much as you did if I had come earlier."

"I suppose so" I had seen noone following me!

The missing piece, the loose end was there in front of me.

"Do you want a drink and we can talk some more?" I asked.

"Sure, you got any milk?" Roger asked.

 

26. F+97 Days Brief Encounter - Cathlines Tale.

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I feel so much better after talking to Stephanie Lane. I understand her reluctance to report anything about this but the sooner this is all out the better. A chance event however has now turned my whole world upside down again. I had just stopped off at the local mall to get some groceries and a few other bits and pieces. How easy it is to slip into normal day to day life even after all I have been thru. The sun was out and here and there people were going about their normal mundane lives. I did get some looks though, after all it’s not every day you see a one-eyed woman walking around with an eye patch worth about a hundred grand.

I heard a voice call out to me

"Cathline, Wait. I need to talk"

I whirled around

"Piss off Jennifer I’ve nothing to say to you" I shouted at her.

"Oh my God what happened to you?" she shrieked.

"None of your fuckin business. Now go away"

"Listen. I want to say I’m sorry"

"Sorry for ruining my life. If you hadn’t have slept with John . He would still be alive. You started this whole thing off. Now Fuck off and Die somewhere" I almost screamed at her.

"John’s Dead?" She sounded shocked.

"Yes and I blame you for starting the whole thing. If you’d just kept your libido under control I’d still have a job, my left eye and most of all John would still be alive. How can sorry say enough for what you did to me" I screamed at her.

Jennifer was fuming now.

"Ok right, let’s see you turn down a hundred grand when you are on the poverty line. Anyway he was willing enough"

"What do you mean a hundred grand?" I asked.

"This guy came up to me and said How would you fancy a hundred grand. I said sure, what do I have to do?".

"And then " I said still skeptical.

" His answer was that I had to sleep with your husband John. Listen Cathline I REALLY needed the money. My father got into a lot of trouble, gambling depts. He was mixed up with the wrong people and in deep shit. If I hadn’t done it then he could have been murdered. I’m sorry I wasn’t to know but I had to do it. I had no choice."

Jennifer Porter then turned away and walked briskly away.

Christine Adams was confused, she’d heard much of the argument whilst waiting for her husband to come out from a 7-11. Someone had paid that lady ‘Jennifer’ a hundred grand to sleep with the one-eyed ladies husband. What confused her was not the subject of the argument but the way an evil, devious smile appeared on ‘Jennifer’s’ face and the single phrase "Stage three complete. Now for stage four ".

I sat in the car just thinking

I understand why she did it but why did someone come out from the blue with such a request. Who would want to do such a thing to us?

FUCKING HELL! It was LIZ. She set us up.

"She played me, played me like a puppet" I sobbed.

Kat was right, Liz had set us up. She wanted an excuse to test her drug on a human and she couldn’t wait for a suitable opportunity so she had set us up. I’ve been used. "Liz I loved you why did you do this to us" I cried .

"I kill her, I’ll fucking kill her." I shouted.

Liz was now my mortal enemy. I owed her, owed her big time for what she has done to us. I cannot do this alone. The Arabs have a saying, the enemy of my enemy is my friend. I had to go and find Kat. Together we can beat her. Liz is more evil than anyone I have ever known. She must be stopped no matter the cost.

It’s now two days before Xmas. I’m going to hate being alone this year. Maybe Kat will see me and I can spend the festive period with her. Liz you die for this.

 

27.F+98 Days Hornets Nest- DR Elizabeth Bexley’s Tale.

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"Though the enemy be stronger in numbers, we may prevent him from fighting. Scheme so as to discover his plans and the likelihood of their success."

The Art Or War - Sun Tzu sec 6.22

Now that part’s over and done with I need to make my move on the lawyer. I’ve already phoned the guild and made the appropriate arrangements. I’ll be glad when I can get back to Rachel Martin and start earning some more money. The guild are very good but extremely expensive.

How in hell did Cathline and Kat escape? My information is that Kat is at her old home in the mid-west after having a major bust up with Cathline. Although Cathline and Kat escaping from their intended prisons is bad news, my plan has catered for such events, in fact it now relies on them teaming up again which after my performance as Jennifer Porter they must. Anyway that is in the far future. I now have to become Monica Abbey for a while. I wonder when the guild will get me a sample.

I’ll stay as Jennifer Porter for a while longer I think. A change is as good as a rest. Besides I need an Xmas holiday. I wish Mom and Dad were here for Xmas. I so enjoyed the way Mom cooked Christmas lunch, decorating the tree,giving and dad dishing out presents to the kids at the hospital. All this HE has robbed me of. Thanks to HIM I will never have a family Xmas again.

T-3 weeks.

The guild have finally managed to get a DNA sample from some of Monica Abbey’s hair. Their agent managed to acquire it from her hairdressers. It would have been easier to just make myself look like her and not be her at the genetic level. However I’ll need this form for a while and so must make it convincing. However I do now need to get back to my ‘white isle’ in order to produce the Monica doses. While I’m there I must remember to get the guild to bring my dart rifle. I’ll need it to deal with the lawyer. Oh yes and another very special Kitty dose as well.

T-2 Weeks.

I’ve been a very busy bunny this last week. I’ve spent new year as my latest persona and enjoyed it immensely. On a much more serious note the Kat is indeed back and has indeed teamed up with Cathline against me. I’m also informed that James/Jane or rather just Jane is due out of the institution in about three weeks. That’s good right on time.

My Laser Sighted rifle has just been delivered and I’ll be ready to use it in 12 days. I’ve spent this week following the Lawyer and watching his movements to and from his office. I’ve spotted a good vantage point on the roof of a nearby office block. A quick change into another form and I’ll be ready to strike.

I sit in this dismal hotel room, a far cry from the ones Rachel Martin has come to expect.The rain spatters on the small window on this cold January day. I’m just sitting here waiting to turn into Monica Abbey. When I’m her I’ll get into her(my) house and obtain the samples I require. I’ll hate being a man for a while I know it. All lumpy and hairy ugghh. Still once I’ve thrown the trial for HIM I’ll be able to get back to being female. I’ll need to keep a close eye on Cathline and Kat for a while though. Maybe I can spread some doubt and discord in there just to spice up an already tense relationship. Hang on I can feel the changes starting now.

I awoke a little smaller than I was before at 5’4. How big everything seems now. The guild have informed me that the real Monica has left to do some shopping and I have about an hour before she will return. Mind you as a contingency I’ve had the guild deal with her for a while, ensure the checkout breaks down while she’s in the queue etc . I paid the bill at the hotel for my other self and took the bus to Monica’s house.

God Lawyers get paid well. His house is nearly as luxurious as my old one. Now let’s see if the key the guild got for me works. Yep, now where is the best place to get some samples.

I’ve looked everywhere for some but I’ve not found anything that I can use. SHIT This must be the cleanest house I’ve ever seen. I tried combs but all the hair on them is dead and is of no use. Wait a sec what’s this under the bed, Excellent.

I picked up a condom, still moist and full of cum. How wonderfully apt. I just hope that the real Monica isn’t having an affair with someone but the imaging system at my ‘White Isle’ will tell me for sure.

I placed a small sample in a test tube and walked out carefully leaving things exactly how I found them. I’ve now got a mad rush to the other side of the world to create my Robert Abbey doses. I may be able to be anyone I wish but I still get Jet lag. It’s at times like this I regret moving all my stuff from Rhamnus.

T-2 days.

After a mad dash to New York I’m now ready to get me a lawyer.

Monica Abbey is supposed to meet him here in on the day of the trial.

But I’m afraid she will be disappointed.

The press coverage is going mad, Rachel Martin is still missing of course but that’s of no importance or surprise. I feel so tired after my rush to prepare my doses. I could do with some rest after this. I hate my new form(medium height,average build and average looks) but I need the ‘little miss homely’ look to do what I mean to do. I’m now dressed in dowdy workers overalls and have gained access to the roof on the pretence of trying to fix the air conditioning. Wow what a view.

Now how does it go. Barrel slots into there, trigger mechanism engaged, mount the sight and finally load the dose. I put the rifle to my shoulder and stare down at the doors where the future Miss Jennifer Porter will come out from. Hmmm the guild said I need to calculate the range and allow for any wind. I make the adjustments to the sighting computer, perfect.

Quick! there he is. The small red dot in my sights moves down from his head to his body. I may be brilliant at most things but shooting I’m decidedly average. I did consider getting the guild to do this bit but I wanted to do it. Call it a satisfaction thing,besides that would cost money and I’ll need every cent I’ve got. Steady,Steady and there I squeezed the trigger gently. I heard a phuutt and my target winced as the dart hit his right leg. He looked down in pain and surprise and pulled out the dart. Too late future girlie. He looked around but could see no one, pocketed the dart and limped off.

I pulled out my mobile and made a call.

"Go" I said and hung up. There that’s the lawyer dealt with. Only a small tidy up to do.

After packing up my stuff I walked out as carefree as can be. I really don’t want to be a man !

T Day 02:00am

The guild inform me that all is set. Robert Abbey is now a rather small cute blonde and hating every minute of it. Nearly four years and it comes down to this day. The day HE goes down by my hand. Actually the plan to prolong his agony is in place,however I think the guild are reluctant to carry out such a public act in the US. Mind you two million convinced them otherwise.

I stare at the Robert Abbey pill hating what I know it will do to me. I must confess to being curious as to what it will feel like to be a man. I did consider watching the changes as they occur but I need the rest so it’s off to sleep. I take the pill and this time taste the mint flavoring I’ve put in especially.

T day 06:00 am

I awake in my bed. Uggh my head hurts. I feel so groggy and yet I must get up I’ve got a trial to throw.I look down at a flat,muscular, hairy chest. Oh God!

My new hairy arm reaches out and touches down there. Hmm sensitive My new organ slowly becomes erect and feels stiff and warm in my hand. Hmmmm very nice I begin to stroke it and it becomes even more erect. Did they really stretch THAT much. Inside me is a fire beginning to burn. Not the constant heat of female passion but a burning consuming fire that demands release. Now I understand why men are in such a hurry!

My strokes grow faster and more delicate. In my mind I imagine making love to a woman. She lays beneath me, eyes wide in pleasure and need. I sit atop her and push my dick inside her, she feels warm and moist.I thrust in and out, she begins to moan ‘more’ and I oblige her needs. Uck I’ve come already. Quickly getting up I rush to the bathroom and clean myself down. Inside I feel very satisfied but thirsty.

I stare in the mirror Robert Abbey stares back. A twinge in my bladder tells me I need to go. Instinctively I sit down and then realise I don’t need to. Time to play fireman I think.

Men have it so easy as far as getting ready is concerned. I’ve showered,explored every part of me again. I hate being a man, there’s no grace or finesse, just muscle and hair. I got dressed in a smart grey suit in under an hour. I miss my female body already. Still the trial starts in just over two hours. Time to go.

T Day

 

28. F+92 Days The Green Green Grass of Home - Kats Tale.

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I sit alone on the bus as it takes me home. How I want to be with him again. How I miss him. I sit back remembering all the fun we had together and the night when he proposed to me. We had just seen some dumb film about Martians attacking the earth and were coming out of the late night showing. We walked along hand in hand just talking about this and that. He suggested a late night walk so we walked to the local beauty spot and watched the lights of the town below. We stood there just looking at the hustle and bustle of the town below and listening to the sounds of the night.

I turned back from the view to see him on one knee, in the mud holding out a ring.

"Kat. I would take it as a great honor if you would marry me" he said softly.

A little stunned I thought for a moment and replied, thrilled that HE actually wanted me.

"Of course I will" I said and we held each other close in the moonlight.

That moment seemed to last forever and neither of us wanted it to end.

I remember dancing in the town’s fountain at 2am with him, and then running away as the law came to sort out the disturbance. I smiled as I recalled the Halloween party that turned into a massive food fight and the sight of him covered in cake and the cream dribbling down his happy face. The weekends we would just sit down and enjoy each others company. He was more than a companion,more than a friend he was my soul mate.

I felt tears begin to form again as I realised that all this was in the past. Unless a miracle happened he was doomed and I would spend the rest of my life alone. Sure another man could come along someday but it wouldn’t be the same, my soul would die with him.

I slept dreaming of other, happier times.

Eventually I arrived back at my home, nothing has changed in the months I have been away. I miss him. Fortunately my neighbors have been looking after the house in my absence. A for sale sign is outside the gate. Since the world thinks I’m dead I guess my parents wanted to sell the house. I’ll need to see them when this is all over with. I can’t go there until the ‘Hell Bitch’ has been dealt with as I suspect that’s another place that Liz will be waiting or watching.

I let myself in and see my dust sheet covered furniture. A ‘just married’ sign hangs from the far wall and I fight back a tear. When I’m settled and after Xmas I think I’ll move out. This place has too many memories.

The next day I awoke to a dull December day. The rain running down the windows echoed my tears at losing him, maybe forever. To quote a song "In silence and darkness we held each other near that night , we prayed it last forever" alas it was not to be. ‘Hell Bitch’ I have not forgotten my promise to you. I will go to New York nearer the trial date and try to get near him.

I’ve tried to phone my parents but they are away on holiday somewhere.

Mom, Dad I need you.

Mrs Doyle, my neighbor came round first thing this morning, wanting to know who I was and what was I doing here. I told her I was a friend of Kat’s and was looking after the house until it was sold. She went away a little disappointed that she had not caught any intruders.

I try to get thru each day at a time. The house is quiet and empty and I miss him more now than I have ever done. Wherever the ‘Hell Bitch’ is, she has gone to ground. I stand little or no chance of finding her. I could try her lab after the new year but without Cathline to vouch for me I doubt I’ll be able to get anywhere near. I wonder if I could smoke the ‘hell bitch’ out. I know I’ll phone Stephanie Lane and ask for an interview. I’ll try the TV station’s number.

After holding for about ten minutes I finally got thru.

"Stephanie Lane" A voice answered.

"Hello, you may not believe this but I’m Jane Stephens nee Norton and I want to talk to you about my supposed murder."

"Piss off, I’ve had four cranks already today" was the stern reply.

How rude!

"I’m not a crank. Listen I don’t know if you have spoken to Cathline yet, you know the lady with the ornate eye patch but we spent three months together in a harem".It’s a long shot but the only one I’ve got I thought.

"Listen I’ll be down right after the holidays. DON’T go anywhere." she said and put the phone down.

I’ve drawn a lot of attention walking around as a Jasmine clone so my first job that morning was to get a haircut. My old hairdresser was shocked when I said I wanted my hair trimmed back and restyled to my old ‘Kat’ style. "It is a crime that a lady with your hair should cut it off" was her remark. Still I’m fed up with it, it’s too long, gets in the way and people keep asking me where my genie is.

The rest of the day passed slowly as I sat alone and tried to think of a way to free him and return him to his proper sex. The only way to free him, that I can see is to prove that my story is true and expose HER evil plots. With that kind of trauma SHE has put us thru a self defense verdict is sure to be given. I just hope I’ve done the right thing by going to Stephanie Lane.

Christmas Eve arrives and I’m dreading this time of year. I took a walk earlier on but had to rush home in tears. I saw families,’proper’ families with Moms and Dads out with their kids doing some last minute shopping. The town had a festive air about it, as tacky plastic Santa’s hung from nearly every shop window, carols were being played in just about every store and playing in the town square was a brass band. ‘We wish you a happy Christmas’...

A family in front of me had just been to the toy store and I saw a large teddy bear under the Dad’s arm, his wife was walking alongside him laughing and joking. A small, cheeky faced boy was tagging along excited about the prospect of being visited by Santa.

I really wanted children, his children. I wanted to be a mom. The ‘Hell Bitch’ has robbed me of that pleasure and privilege. I wanted with all my heart to be out here buying presents for my family. I rushed home in tears and sit alone in my empty house. Why did it have to be me?

I was laying on the sofa, watching some TV and just about to devour another chocolate bar when I heard a knock at the door. They can just piss off.

"Kat, let me in it’s Cathline" an urgent voice sounded out.

What does SHE want!

"Kat, Listen I’m sorry about before. You’re right Liz is evil and needs to be stopped. Please let me in we need to talk"

"OK" I called and let Cathline in.

"Oh Kat I’m sorry. Liz used me too" She sobbed.

"That’s OK please come and sit down, can I get you a drink?"

"I’d love a bit of that chocolate" She said, looking longingly at the unopened bar on the table.

"Take it I’ve got a spare" and I gave it to her.

"I like how you’ve got your hair now. It makes you look a lot less like Jasmine"Cathline said.

"That’s the idea. I hated being stared at and this length is much easier to look after"

"Liz used John and I as guinea pigs y’know. I bumped into Jennifer Porter the other day and she let slip that someone had paid her a hundred grand to sleep with John."

"And you think that someone was Liz?"

"She was the only one with that kind of money and she had the motive.

She set us up"

I was too sensitive not to say ‘told you so’ but said "This may seem a personal question but before we start anything I want to see your left eye" instead.

"WHAT!" Cathline said shocked.

"I know it’s a personal thing but Liz has to know we are back by now. She would not be as stupid as not to have our houses watched in case we return. Liz could be anyone we know, a snake in the grass. Teaming up with us with the intention of destroying us when she saw fit."

"You’re nuts"

"Am I? Now I will call the police if you do not show me your eye"

"How do I know you’re not Liz?"

"OK ask me something, something that only Kat would know"

"When we first met, you know when I was taken to your harem by Hassan. What was the first thing I said to make you laugh?" Cathline asked.

"First, you weren’t taken, I purchased you to be my maid. You made a remark about always wanting a mistress. Which judging by the way you described your sessions with Liz doesn’t surprise me"

"Correct. Now when we were freed how did you break the news to me? "

"I asked if you wanted a big mac"

"And your private name for Liz?"

"Come on that’s easy. I’m sure the Hell Bitch would know that one by now. Ok now show me your eye"

"Why not ask me some questions like you did?"

"Because I’m more paranoid than you are. Liz would not mutilate herself in order to slip in with us. She would bank on us being too polite to ask to see it. Now show me your eye or I will call the police" I said firmly. My God was this the ‘Hell Bitch’ sitting here?

"OK, It’s only because we need each other that I’m doing this. I resent being forced to show you but I can see it’s the only way. "

Cathline reached up and slowly took her eye patch off. I stared with morbid fascination as her ruined eye was revealed. The rest of her face was fine but the actual eye it’s self was badly scarred. By the looks of it the eye had not just been gouged out as I had thought, but had been burned out with a white hot iron. I had thought the burning bit was just an idle boast by an evil man, now I saw that I had been very wrong.The skin had been roughly stitched up over the eye socket. I couldn’t help but look away in horror.

"I, I’m sorry. I had no idea, Sorry" I stammered.

"I know I still have that reaction every time I look in the mirror" Cathline said, putting her eye patch back on.

"I shouldn’t have made you do that. I’m so sorry"

"Listen now we have no secrets and you know that I am definitely Cathline we can start" She said, still upset by what I had forced her to do.

"Not quite. I don’t want to go thru this procedure everytime we meet or something. We need to think up some passcodes that only those we trust know."

"Kat, you REALLY are paranoid"

"To beat the ‘Hell Bitch’ You have to be as careful as she is. Now how do you fancy a walk?"

"Why?"

"I want to go somewhere noisy so that we can exchange passcodes. I’ve not yet had chance to investigate every corner of this house for microphones and cameras. If I were Liz I would bug my enemies houses so I could know in advance what they were up to."

"OK, but I think this is a little extreme"

"I don’t, she’s probably done it to me once before. The only way she could switch with me in Egypt was to bug our hotel room and observe everything we said and did, anything else was too risky. I’m being paranoid because if we make one slip, just a tiny error in judgement then we are dead OK?"

"Liz is not infallible or invincible. She does make errors"

"When? I’ve not seen any so far"

"Us getting out of a Harem, she must be regretting us getting out.

Turning you into Jasmine was a mistake. You were a too perfect Harem girl, Hassan fell in love with you because of it"

"We got out by pure fluke. I don’t think Jasmine was a mistake. She needed someone who could easily be spotted and identified. I say again we escaped by the skin of our teeth. If Osman hadn’t have died you would have still been in that dungeon, being raped twice a day. If Hassan hadn’t have fallen in love with me or been so noble then we would still be in our ivory tower. We have no idea of who Liz is or what she is doing. We are no nearer finding her but she probably knows our every move."

"She really scares you doesn’t she?" Cathline said earnestly

"You bet. In the same way that the guild freaks you out SHE does me.. This is why we need to team up with as many allies as we can, only if we pool our resources can we hope to defeat her."

"I agree, that’s why I’m here. I can’t forgive what your husband did to John but I’m willing to put our differences aside for the moment. "

I put my hand out, "Friends?"

"Partners" was the reply.

"OK partner what have you got to tell me?" I said.

"Let’s go for a walk and we’ll talk. Oh and by the way I cook a fantastic Christmas lunch" Cathline said.

"OK let’s go"

We walked to the mall, just chatting about this and that. Now that I had an ally the families no longer bothered me. I had hope again.

After a long and expensive shopping spree(I had discovered that Cathline was a bit of a chocaholic) and after buying far too much wine for two people to share we sat down at a cafe for a coffee. We were the only customers who were stupid enough to sit outside but we knew that the noise was too great and the place too exposed for any microphones.

"Ok what do you want your passcode to be?" I asked

"Hmm Let me think, I know ‘Anne Bonny’" and she pointed to her eye patch

"Who the hell was/is Anne Bonny?"

"She was a pirate in the 1700’s, quite infamous in her time. She spent most of her career dressed as a man"

"That’s ok, now what about me. I know ‘Panther’" I was imagining Cathline with in tricolor hat with a parrot on her shoulder. The image of Cathline was waving a cutlass at me. I found the image very amusing.

"OK, now how do we let each other know them without anyone listening in. I don’t want to go for a walk each time we want to meet."

"Easy We’ll turn some music up and whisper." I said . I quite enjoy this spy stuff .

"Let me fill you in." She said keenly.

"Ready and waiting m’hearty" I said.

"Very funny" Cathline said, definitely not amused.

"YOU chose it"

"Seriously. I have had a parcel fro" Cathline started to say.

I was now getting the giggles. ‘Pieces of eight, pieces of eight’ the imaginary parrot on Cathline shoulder was squawking..

"Shiver me timbers, carry on" I said. If I’m not careful she’ll have me swabbing the decks.

"Kat I’m trying to be serious and help us and all you can do is giggle like some teenager. Please shut up and listen"

"Aye Aye Capen . Shit, Sorry, I didn’t mean " Oh Fuck what have I said.

Cathline glared at me, as though I was some out of control school kid.

"Sorry. It’s been so long since I could have a giggle it kinda just took control. But I’ll be all right now, honest". The image of the pirate Cathline went away(for the moment).

"John sent me a parcel just before he was killed. He was under the impression that I had left him to be with Liz. He toured the entire middle east for a month, under the guidance of the local police until flying back to the US, where YOUR husband was waiting for him."

"Can I read it?" I asked

"Sure" and she reached into her bag and produced a very dog eared book. I opened the front page, noting the tear stains on the page. I began to read.

"I tried to fight my way through the crowds towards Cathline. In my old body I may have been able to do it but with this one I was helpless. I last saw her stretch out a hand towards me shouting ‘John’ but soon she was swept away from me."

I stopped reading "Cathline, listen I can’t read this. It’s so tragic. I’m so sorry"

"Read it, we can weep together. I need to let this go." Cathline said with a tear in her eye.

"Not here, back at my place" I said.

We got a cab back to my place and sat down, with a box of tissues and a chocolate bar each.

I read John’s log with tears in my eyes. I had to stop after each page as the tragic end of John’s life was revealed.

"Cathline, just a couple of points you may not be aware of or noticed in the log. I think I have a lead or two from this on the ‘Hell Bitch’s movements after my husband flew back and a few other points as well. This log confirms my theory that I had on the plane on the way back. I couldn’t tell you then because you were in shock. But now I think I can."

"Go on"

The policeman that came to visit him when you first vanished was described as ‘swarthy’. When my husband was abducted, it seems like the same policeman."

"So, maybe he worked the same case?"

"Ah yes but he put John onto another cop called ‘Salah’ in Syria. John described Salah killing those thugs in graphic detail"

"He saved his life."

"Yes but listen to this bit" And I read the following from John’s log.

"My eyes detected a blur, and I heard a sharp ‘Thiick’ noise and my assailant fell to the floor writhing in pain,his throat slit.

Salah stood over him impassive but victorious. He wiped a small, thin blade on his sleeve and sheathed it in a smooth well practised movement."

"Yeah I read that bit. That Salah guy is fearsome" Cathline replied

"When I was taken, at the hotel I refused to go along. A guy who I called ‘apeman’ sliced off a part of my hair in just such a move and with the same kind of knife. I didn’t even have time to blink. I think this Salah guy was a member of the guild. Listen, when John asked him how did he learn such a move he didn’t say ‘I learnt it in the police’ rather that it had been handed down from father to son. I also think that this swarthy cop was in the guild as well. In other words the guild gave John the run around until it was time for him to fly back. They even had him pick up my stuff and fly back with it. He would have been carrying my passport, my clothes and all my things. Naturally when the police came to identify his body they thought he was me. I also think that my husband saw John carrying my cases and wearing my clothes and assumed, as was perfectly natural that John was the ‘Hell Bitch’. I would have done the same, you would have done the same anyone would."

Cathline’s shoulders sank in despair. "Liz did it didn’t she. SHE set John up to be killed, knowing that John would be in harms way. She sacrificed him in order so she could get away. Listen I need to take a walk, I’ll be back soon and leave some of that chocolate for me." Cathline got up and went out of the door.

I could hardly believe what the ‘Hell Bitch’ had done. Not only had she set Cathline and John up to be experimented on, thrown Cathline into that hell hole, she had deliberately set up a trap for John on his return. I hated her more than ever, she could not take such liberties with people lives and get away with it. She fears only one thing and that is exposure, once her plans are exposed for the evil that they are the authorities will deal with her. Stephanie Lane is now critical to our vengeance. She is trained in investigation and I’m sure by now has a good idea of what is really going on.

Cathline was right the thought of going up against the ‘Hell Bitch’ alone scares me, she may be Professor Moriarty but I am by no means Sherlock Holmes. I dread having to face her alone.

Where is Cathline she’s been gone two hours..

An hour later and night was falling and I heard a knock at the door.

"Hi Kat it’s me"

I went over to the TV,switched it on and cranked the volume up

"WHO IS IT?"

"It’s me Anne Bonny" Cathline Shouted. Thank God for passcodes.

"OK come on in"

Cathline walked in, cold and wet. She had obviously been crying.

"Kat, your husband tried to stop Liz at the only time he could have. If Liz had escaped from the plane then he would not be able to find her again. He would not have had another chance. You’re right I would have done exactly the same. Liz is directly responsible for John’s death. I’m sorry for all the thing’s I’ve said about you.". She held out her hand "Friends?"

"Friends" I said and shook it.

Cathline sat down on the sofa and asked me.

"You said you had a lead on what happened to Liz" She asked

"Yep listen to this bit" I picked up John’s log and read.

"I looked up and saw a blonde haired woman looking at me. That’s right, I’m hurting, OK you can just piss off back to your own world I thought. The woman quickly looked away, ashamed I guess. CUTE BODY THOUGH, JUST LIKE MINE."

"So" Cathline interrupted.

"Now listen to this" I started to read again.

"I boarded the plane still almost in tears and sat down in front of that blonde bitch. I least I wouldn’t have to see her pitied expression anymore.

As she got up to go to the bathroom I noticed the way she

moved, VERY SIMILAR TO ME, ALMOST CATLIKE. Come on John you’re tired and exhausted get some sleep. I couldn’t help but ogle at her when she came back. Very cute indeed, her lips are a little thin though."

"I’ve put extra emphasis on the important bits. I bet that blonde was the ‘Hell Bitch’. She would want to see if John had taken the bait and to see what happened to him. " I explained.

"Come on Kat, that’s quite a jump of logic"

"Not really. To beat her we must think like her. She wouldn’t have had time to change her body, just her face. Notice the phrase "JUST LIKE MINE" and the way John described the way she walked "ALMOST CATLIKE". I’ve seen nobody walk in exactly the same way as me. People used to say I slink. No that lady was the "Hell Bitch".

"That doesn’t help us. Liz could be anyone by now"

"Yes but we can track her movements from the airport. We have a face to go on, we have a time of arrival and in a couple of days Stephanie Lane will be here with all the power of the press behind her."

"So in other words, We have her"

"Exactly. John has given us our first break. It’s up to us to follow it thru."

I said.

"Since we have been talking thru theories I’m afraid I have some very bad news" Cathline said.

"What’s that" I said with some trepidation.

"If Liz has used ‘ fixer’ on your husband then there is no way back for him. He is stuck as Liz forever. Further more if she has used it on you, you are Jasmine for good."

"Sorry, I can’t believe that. There must be a way" I began. No Cathline your wrong, must be.

"I told you about James/Jane getting my pussy. Liz had treated that sample with ‘fixer’. A whole team of us tried for weeks to get the DNA to change back, but we could not. Kat these people were the best in the game and we failed. Sorry but you really are married to a woman now."

"Can’t this fixer be cured" I sobbed.

"Sorry, it is a protein that negates the drug. No matter what DNA the drug tries to re-write it will fail. I estimate other labs are least ten years behind us and they would have to do it the same way we did. The ‘fixer’ would work on their product too. Kat I’m really sorry."

"Noo, I didn’t even get the chance to.." I sobbed.

"I know" Cathline said as she put her arm around me.

We held each other for what seemed like hours as I let my grief pour out.

Cathline just stroked my hair and let me cry it out.

"Listen I’m bushed I want an early night. It’s Xmas day tomorrow and I want to celebrate" Cathline said.

"Agreed, You can take my room. I hate sleeping there now"

I lay asleep thinking about what Cathline had said. She has had to face some bitter truths and now it was my turn. The reality was that my husband was now a woman and would remain so. What was my reaction to that? The answer was simple. I love him and vowed to spend the rest of my life with him, for better and for worse. I really wanted children by him but that was clearly not an option now. Many couples cannot conceive we would just be another. Another thing that hurt is that I would now never feel him inside me, moving in and out, giving me pleasure with each thrust. This was perhaps the most bitter truth of all. I don’t know if I could make love to another woman, I wouldn’t have the faintest idea of how to go about it even if I did. Sure I know where makes me tingle but that’s a complete world apart from giving someone else pleasure. My last thought before I drifted off to sleep was "I do love him so".

The next morning I awoke to the smell of cooking. Cathline had got up early to start the lunch. She had poured me a glass of wine and it was on the bedside table with a book shaped parcel and a card.

I opened the card and read it.

"To Kat

Happy Christmas

All my love

Cathline   XXX"

I took the present and gently tore off the colorful wrapping paper. I laughed out loud when I saw the title of the book. Treasure Island by Robert Louis Stevenson. I opened the cover and read the inscription "Remember me every time you read this, Cathline"

I got up and got dressed, taking sips from my wine glass. Quickly wrapping Cathline’s gift and card I went downstairs.

"Happy Xmas" Cathline chirped

"The same to you. Thanks for the book" I said.

"Pleasure. I thought it would remind you of me everytime you saw it"

"It will that. Happy Xmas" I said and handed over my card and present to Cathline.

She took the card and read the inscription.

"To Cathline

Remember I am here always

Kat"

"Thanks" she said and opened up her present.

"Wow, I don’t know what to say " she said holding up a pair of black lacy panties.

"I really didn’t know what to get you, so I figure go for lingerie " I said.

"Is this a hint?" Cathline winked at me, waving the panties around her finger.

"When’s lunch?" I asked, avoiding the question.

"Oh in about a couple of hours. Some more wine?" Cathline said.

"Go on it’s Christmas"

Several glasses later we were hardly in a fit state to eat Christmas lunch.

We did our best though.

"Caffleen. Thiss Is Wonderful" I said, groggily, finishing the last of my turkey.

"Thaxs. More wine?" was the reply.

"No, I feel quite strange"

"Y’know your husband" Cathline managed to say.

"My Husband, the beautiful woman" I said.

"Thass Right"

"Yep"

"How’ya goin to make love to him" Cathline said.

"Dunno. Learn I guess, or never" I said.

"Let me teech you how" Cathline said.

"Why? I don’t fancy women"

Cathline became sober for a short file "Lissen. Your husband hates his body but loves you"

"Yess" I said.

"Then he will want you. But he will feel veri self con, self conscious and shy. You need to know how, so as not to put him off. You’ll make him feel good about hi, himself again"

"I promised, no one elshe" I said.

"But you need to know how,in order to love him more. You slept with other men before him and would have with Hassan if it would have got us out"

"Shupose so" I said. My head was very woozy and Cathline’s idea was a good one.

"Will you let me teech you" Cathline asked

"Yes, now before I change my mind"

"Kish me" Cathline said.

I kissed Cathline full on the lips, in the same way as I had done with man and felt her respond. She pulled back.

"Not like that, I’m not a man. More sensitive, more feminine. We aren’t in a hurry"

"OK how bout thish" I said and kissed her .

"Better, now let me show you" she whispered and kissed me fully on the lips. I could smell her perfume mingling with me own. I was surprised when I felt myself get aroused. Wow Cathline is one hell of a kisser. Cathline and I parted for a moment and she said .

"Much better, now let me undress you."

I stood up and Cathline slipped put her hand on my breast and my arousal grew more. She slowly undid the buttons on my blouse and moved her hand slowly onto my breast. She whispered "do the same to me"

As I did so she began to kiss me again and by now I was on fire. In my passion I undid her blouse and felt her bosom underneath the black lacy bra I had given her. I felt her undo my bra and my breasts fell out, free of their constraints. I almost jumped when Cathline stroked my nipples and bent down to nibble on them gently. I let out a gasp of pleasure and reached up to undo her bra, this I did so and we sank to the floor in a passionate embrace.

"Now for the main course. No Kat you don’t have to be in a hurry. We can make this last all night if we want" Cathline whispered.

ALL NIGHT!!!

I felt a hand run up to the button on my pants and suddenly they were loose. I went to do the same to her but she said "No let me show you".

Her hand reached down my pants until it was stroking my ass and as she kissed my breasts and moved up onto my lips again she began to take them off. Soon I was naked except for my panties and my body was on fire. "You try" Cathline said.

I emulated her and soon her new lacy panties were revealed.

"For you lover" She said.

We embraced again and I moaned out load as Cathline touched me THERE. I went to do this same but found I could not move because of the pleasure. Whatever Cathline was doing down THERE was driving me wild.

Cathline removed my panties and started again. She was playing me like a musical instrument. I had no idea that doing it with another woman could be like THIS. Shit there she goes again.

"Are you enjoying yourself lover?" Cathline asked.

It was all I could do to nod.

"Now you try"

We switched sides and I took off her panties. She guided my hand HERE and THERE, the warmth, moist fragrance of her pussy was driving me wild. I really went for it trying to emulate what she had been doing to me.

"Not like that. You’re making love to me as though I’m a man. Sometimes I like it like that. But gently,gently,delicate and erotic. Be Feminine" Cathline said.

I tried again, this time letting me express the passion inside me. Cathline began to moan out loud "God you’re good’ She moaned. She showed me how just a gentle touch of the clitoris in a certain way could bring almost instant orgasm, how a combination of breast and pussy strokes could stoke my fire and so much more besides.

"Now for my personal favorite. How about a 69" she whispered

I would have said yes to anything at that point.

"Go ahead"

We changed sides, with me on top and I went to kiss her pussy.

"Not Yet lover" She said.

Cathline reached up and pushed her face into me. Shivers went thru me as I felt her tongue go HERE and THERE. Her hands gripped my ass and her fingers made sensual circles there and up my back. I began to feel more turned on than I had ever done before. Cathline continued caressing me with her tongue and her hands moved to stroke my breasts. I was almost at the point of orgasm, in fact I didn’t know how I had managed not to come before.

"You try" Cathline said.

I reached down and began to lick her pussy, The taste of her and the warmth of her drove me wilder than ever. We continued for what seemed forever. The first time I came it was like an explosion of pleasure inside me, subsequent times was more like the old ones I had when I was still in my old body, much less frantic but just as intense.

We lay exhausted just stroking each other. We had sobered up a little by now but I didn’t regret it for a minute. My Husband was going to have fun with me when he gets out I thought.

"No Regrets?" Cathleen said.

"None" And I kissed her again on the nipple just to prove it.

Somewhile later Cathleen got up and put her clothes back on.

"You were very good. More lessons later?" She asked.

"Of course, Lover" I winked at her.

There was still some more wine left open and it was a shame to leave it to spoil so we drank it and went to bed. Together this time.

Cathleen fell asleep first and I lay awake feeling a little guilty. I HAD promised to stay faithful to him and now I find myself being seduced by another woman. Not that I didn’t enjoy it mind you, it was wonderful and so unhurried compared to being with a man. Cathline did have a point, even if we were drunk at the time. When we got him out, my husband would need to adjust to his new sex. If I fumbled around with him as I had done with Cathline he would have been put right off. No this counts towards my goal of making a new life with him. I want to be the best wife I possibly can.

I soon fell asleep and awoke the next day with a jump as Cathline touched me HERE and THERE again.

"No Cathline, please I’m not awake yet"

"All the better, just lie back and learn" Cathline crooned.

I did so and just lay back and let Cathline have her wicked way with me and we spent most of the day making love in various ways, some of which I won’t even try to describe. Simply put the ‘Kat’ was purring by the end of the day.

The next day we were in bed together, Cathline was just stroking my shoulders in a way that I had found particularly erotic when the phone rang.

"Who ever it is go away" Cathline shouted.

I answered the call "It’s Stephanie Lane. She’s about 10 minutes away and says put the coffee on"

We shot out of bed, like two naughty school girls and dressed in a hurry, just in time to answer the door.

"Hi, Stephanie Lane" and the powerdressed, blonde lady put her hand out

"Jane Stephens and this is.. "

"Cathline Richards, Hi again" Stephanie said.

"Please come in and sit down, How do you like your coffee" I said.

"Black, without" Stephanie said.

"Before we start. We need to know that you are who you say you are" I said.

"Sure" Stephanie said, as she reached inside her purse.

"Not papers, When you interviewed me before, what did you say when I told you that Dr Bexley had been duped into changing John into Jane Norton" Cathline asked.

"I said nothing, because you claim that it was Dr Bexley who had duped you. Not the way you just said it" Was Stephanie’s reply.

"What the hell is all this about anyway. You told me you hated her guts".

Stephanie asked in slightly annoyed tone of voice and she pointed at me.

"I had to see her again to try and work out the final bits of the puzzle. It turns out that Dr Bexley was directly responsible for sending John to his death. We’ve kissed and made up since then" Cathline said knowingly.

"I see. Now Jane what is your story and how does it fit in with all this I’ve been told about a DNA altering drug?" Stephanie asked.

I relayed all my story to Stephanie, from being taken at the hotel up to the present(missing out the hot bits of course). We outlined our current theories on the ‘Hell Bitches’ movements and on her intentions. Stephanie had to change tapes a couple of times and it was evening before we had finished.

"Before Christmas I had a visit from a creature called Roger Ferry. He had been transformed by some unknown drug into half cat, half man. He worked for an organisation that was an offshoot of this guild you tell me about. He is the proof that we need to prove all this and he has agreed to testify at the trial when the time comes." Stephanie said.

"That’s wonderful" I cried. We’d won, We’d all but fucking won.

"I know you think that you are close to victory but I’m afraid there’s still a long way to go." Stephanie said.

"In what way?" I said.

"First we have to find Dr Bexley. You are quite correct in your supposition that she will work to oppose you and will probably set this guild on you if you get too close. We also need to find out more about the guild. If we find out about them and threaten to make their organization public then they will leave us alone"

"They’ll stop us from doing that" Cathline shuddered.

"You underestimate the power of the press, Cathline. Besides John’s log and your testimonies should give me enough to go on without alerting them" Stephanie Lane said.

"For God’s sake don’t underestimate the ‘Hell Bitch’ I said fearfully.

"Listen. I know exactly what her capabilities are and have no intention of doing so" Stephanie said.

"Neither do we. I want you to think of a passcode for when you are with us. You will repeat your passcode to each of us, in turn and silently. We will do the same. If the passcodes match then we are who we say we are.

"Extreme measures" Stephanie Said.

"Extreme times" I answered.

I got up and turned the music on and onto full volume.

"TURN IT DOWN" Stephanie shouted.

"Your passcode is" I said in Stephanie’s ear.

"Hmm Pandora" She said to me and then said the same to Cathline.

I gave Stephanie my passcode and still with the music up asked Stephanie.

"Why that one?"

"Because genetic engineering is pandora’s box and I’m going to blow the lid on the whole thing, for better or worse the box is open"

I turned the music down.

"That’s better" Stephanie said.

"Ok, every time you see one of us for the first time we MUST go thru the same procedure. Liz could be anybody at anytime" Cathline said. Good She’s learning.

"Fine. It’s getting late and I have all this to write up. I’ll be in town for a few days including over new year. So I’ll see you then" and with that Stephanie Lane left.

"Did we just score a touchdown then?" I said.

"I think so, with Liz exposed your husband is almost certain to be set free on a self defense plea. Robert Abbey will be able to argue that he has saved humanity from a great curse. It all depends on us now" Cathline said.

"What do you think they’ll do to the ‘Hell Bitch’ when they get her?" I asked.

"Dunno but I want a say" Cathline answered.

"Me too" and we embraced in triumph.

The days flew past as Stephanie, Cathline and I began to formulate our defenses against the ‘Hell Bitch’.

All three of us sat, watching the ball drop in Time Square at midnight on December 31^st and we all swore that no matter the cost we would stop the ‘Hell Bitch’ and destroy any remaining DNA drug stocks. Without us the world could be plunged into a genetic nightmare. We could not afford to take the risk.

Two weeks before the trial Stephanie Lane left to report on the build up. Cathline and I waited another week before setting off to New York. I really wanted to see him.

I arrived at the prison desperate to see him, but was told to my despair that I could not. Only family was allowed to. I asked if I could give a message to him and grudgingly was asked to write the message down. I wrote down "Have hope, The Kat is Back!" and gave it to the guard, along with a 20 dollar bill to ensure delivery.

Six days later my husband was standing trial for murder.

 

 

TO BE CONTINUED.......

 

 

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