Harem Hide-Away                         by: Paul G. Jutras

 

Sirens wailed with the flashes of police car lights chase a green Ford down the street. Fred Stone and his family was heading down Maple Drive when the Green Ford crashed into them. Both Fred and his wife died while their son Tim watched the criminals arrest the bank robber.

Later at the police station, The Chief met with Tim. "It will be a few months before the trial comes up and we need to protect you. I would like to to meet Sgt Fred Friday and his wife Dafney. They've volunteered to be your parents in our witness protection program."

Dafney just looked at Tim with an odd smile as she grabbed him from behind and manuvered him into the ladies room. "This way Tammy." She giggled as she soon had him dressed in a blonde wig with curls, a pink dress and heels with nude hose.

As Tim looked in the mirror, he didn't reconize himself. He was a lovely girl, though he found the wig quite hot as they drove to a nearby town where a house was set up in advance.

As time went buy, Tammy's hair grew in length and the wig was nolonger needed. Tammy even found something exciting about wearing the schools female uniform and the friends Tammy had met.

As Tammy rode pass an local emesarry from a foriegn government, an Arab shiek noticed her riding by and fell in love fact. With only a phone call, he soon arrived at Fred and Dafney home. "I'll pay you a quarter of a million for young Tammy here."

"We don't sell people." Fred said, not noticing as the shiek reached under her skirt and was surprise at what he found there. At this point the shiek was told the truth.

"I still love her." The Shiek declared as he wanted her as one of his wives."I will pay for her hormones, operation and everything if Tammy will join my harem for one year."

Fred and Dafney just stared blanked at Tammy who blushed. She loved the girl she had become those few months and agreed. Tammy soon started hormones and in two months was well developed.

Shortly after the operation, Tammy testified against the bank robbers and then headed for the desert kingdom in a bikini top, turkish trousers and a veil. "Welcome Tammy." #1 wife as she took Tammy in, the tile floor cold on her barefeet.

"Will I get slippers like you?" Tammy asked.

"Only #1 wife get the honor of shoes." She said as Tammy got the run of the palace, even if she wasn't allowed to leave its walls. Swimming, and anything she wanted she got. Whenever her number came up on the sultan's calendar; however, she had to make love to him. Not that she minded.

When the year was finally up, Tammy found that her life in the harem was far better than her life as a school boy or American. She may not have the freedom to go with as she pleased, or go about the market place with her face uncovered, but the sultan more than made up for any losses.

Tammy just wished she could get preganant and give the sultan a son. In the mean time, for Tammy, it was a fairy tale ending.

THE END

 

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