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? &