I desperately wanted away from there and I was half afraid he would kiss me again and half afraid he wouldn't! Somewhere in the back of my mind, though I could hear Jim yelling at me and I realized that it had to be the programming that was making me act like this! Ginny had been in charge for the past several minutes and Jim wanted back at the reins of this runaway stagecoach! I made an effort to push the Ginny part of me into the background and I was
partly successful. All of a sudden I felt revolted that this man had kissed me and I had enjoyed it! My face must have betrayed my revulsion because he suddenly got angry and said,
"Hey! I'm not that bad, am I? I mean, you seemed to enjoy my kiss back inside there and I thought, well, you know, that we might have made some kind of 'connection' or something!" He looked really disappointed and I thought quickly and said,
"No it isn't that you're bad looking or anything like that! I just realized what could have happened to me in there and it made me a little queasy is all. Really, thank you for rescuing me from that pack of hyenas in there. If you hadn't come along I don't know how I would have EVER gotten out of there! I laid it on pretty thick, playing the part of the helpless female. He smiled at me then and I could see that it had worked, at least partly. He looked around and then he said,
"Listen, my name is Joe Parsons. My friends call me Joey. My enemies call me sir if they call me at all." He smiled at that and laughed a short little laugh. "Just kidding honey, trying to break through the tension here. My name really IS Joe Parsons though. I'm a private investigator and a pretty good one if I do say so myself. I just finished a case today and I had stopped here for a drink on my way back to my office to write up my report and a bill for my client. What do you say we get out of here before that bunch of velociraptors comes out here looking for you?" I didn't really want to go anywhere with this guy but then I thought, 'If he's really a private investigator and he is as good as he thinks he is, maybe he can help me with
this thing I have gotten myself into with AG DELIVERIES,' so I said,
"Okay, Joe, my name is Ginny. How about you lead the way to your office and I'll follow you in my car. That way I don't have to come back here to get it and risk running into any of that bunch inside, again. Sound okay to you?"
He showed me that smile again and said "Okay, Ginny, That sounds good to me." Joe walked to his car, a rather nondescript looking 3 year old Chevy and I went to my car. He waited until I was ready before he pulled out of his parking spot and I followed him for several blocks, thinking all the while, 'This is a stroke of real luck. If I can convince this guy that my story is
real and get him to help me, I just might get out of this with a whole skin. Two of 'em in fact, if I can hang on to this bodysuit after it's all over. The only thing is can I get him to help me even if he does believe me?'
I followed Joe into an underground parking garage with an attendant at the entrance. Joe stopped and talked to the attendant for a minute and then pointed back at me in my car. The guy smiled and waved at me as I followed Joe into the garage. When we parked side by side in a couple of spaces and I got out of the car, Joe got out of his car and came over to me. He took my hand and led me towards a corner of the garage where, I saw, there was an elevator. He was making small talk all the way over to the elevator. Nothing of any moment or meaning, just the kind of things a guy says to a girl he's just met and he wants to put her at her ease.
We got in the elevator and rode it up into the 12 story building to the top floor where there was one of those pull up doors like in Highlander, the TV show. He pulled the door up and I could see a large wide open apartment. He reached over to the wall just inside the door and flipped a light switch and a soft white glow lit up the place. I looked around and saw that it was well,
but sparsely furnished. A large fireplace dominated one wall of the place where there was a sunken living room area. There were no walls, per se, only dividers here and there to break up the wide expanse of floor space.
I looked at Joe and saw that he had been watching me, gauging my response to his home. It was an impressive place and I also saw a full sized pool table in one area. There was a wide spiral staircase leading up to what I assumed to be the bedroom which hung out over the living room area. A nice STEREO/TV/VCR/DVD complex was located on one side of the living room and there was a huge, open kitchen space with one of those big restaurant type
refrigerators and a bunch of pots and pans hung over a food preparation area. All in all, a very nice, masculine home. Over by the elevator there was something covered up by a tarp. I asked Joe about it and he got a big smile on his face. He walked over to it and said,
"This is my pride and joy. I have worked on this thing for two years getting it rebuilt and modified just the way I wanted it." He pulled the tarp away with a flourish and there, under the tarp, was an absolutely gorgeous, mint condition looking Vincent Black Shadow motorcycle! It sat there gleaming with reflected light, looking like some predatory beast ready to pounce on some unwary prey. It took my breath away just looking at it and Joe, noticing that, said,
"Well, now! This IS a treat! A woman who appreciates a work of art when she sees one. Most gals, when I show this to them, just look at it and say something like, "Oh, that's nice" and immediately dismiss it as something they don't wanna know about. I'm pleased that you know what it is and that you seem to like it." Now, I was not a motorcycle fanatic or anything like
that but I recognized a legendary Bike when I saw one and told Joe that.
"My God, Joe, who wouldn't like something like that? It is absolutely beautiful and it shows the loving care you must have put into it. Why there's not a spot of rust or dirt anywhere on it and even a girl like me can see that you have done some major modifications on it." His face seemed to light up as I said that and I could tell that Joe had a real soft spot for this great, vintage motorcycle. He gently maneuvered the tarp back into place over that lovely bike and took my hand and led me into the kitchen area where he opened a cupboard and brought out two wine glasses. Then he located a bottle of wine and poured us both a glass.
I looked at Joe over the rim of the glass and said, "Umm...Joe? I thought we were going back to your office? Why are we at your apartment?" "Well, Ginny," he replied, " My home is my office! See, I think that an office is such an impersonal place to talk to anyone and I like to have my clients come here so they can be comfortable and relaxed. I have found that clients are much more at ease and I get more useful information from them and I think it's one of the big reasons I have been successful. More wine, Ginny?" When he asked me that, I glanced at my glass and saw that it was empty! I didn't even remember drinking it! I immediately went on my guard.
Knowing the effect that the bodysuit and the programming had had on me, I knew that it wouldn't take much for Ginny to take back over completely and then I would be in some serious trouble. Even though I knew that the bodysuit would allow me to actually have sex with a man, there was absolutely no way i wanted to ever do that. Considering all the programming that was on those tapes though, I would be willing to bet that it wouldn't take much for me so slip and, also knowing the effect that Joe's kiss had on me, well it was just as well for what might be left of my poor abused male ego to be on alert.
Joe poured me another glass of wine and then he showed me to the living room. There were two very large and comfy looking couches there along with a couple of well worn and comfortable looking easy chairs. I sat in one of the chairs and I noticed a brief look of disappointment on Joe's face. I knew he would have liked me to choose one of the couches so he could sit beside me. I couldn't allow that though.. I couldn't lie to Joe, either although it was gonna be tough telling him my story since he had kissed me. I knew that he was looking for more than just a kiss but he wasn't going to get it.
We made small talk for more than an hour while I sipped that second glass of wine. I figured to drive home soon and I didn't want to be even mildly under the influence of alcohol when I did. He told me quite a bit about himself and his business. It turned out that he WAS quite successful as a Private Investigator having handles and solved some of the toughest cases L.A. had seen, including a kidnaping involving a very rich family's daughter. He had not only gotten her back alive and well, but had also killed two of the kidnappers with his bare hands! The family had been very grateful and had not only paid his fee, but had also bought the Vincent for him and paid for all the parts and other things he had done to it. In addition, Joe's apartment building had been owned by the family and they had signed it over to Joe so he not only lived there now, rent free, but had the additional income from the other apartments.
I looked at my watch and, as if just noticing the time I exclaimed, "Oh my God, look at the time! I am gonna be late and my roommate will have a fit! Joe, I am so sorry but I have to leave. This has been interesting and I would like to know more about you, maybe we could have dinner sometime soon?" He seemed a bit taken aback by my forwardness but then he smiled at me and said, "You bet, Ginny, I'd like that a lot. Are you busy tomorrow night?" Well, I thought about it for a minute and then I said,
"No, Joe. I'm not busy at all. Why don't we meet at a restaurant of your choice and we can have a nice dinner and talk?" Well, Joe thought that would be just great and we settled on the restaurant and then he walked me down to my car. He handed me a plastic card with his name and apartment number on it and said,
"This card will allow you to leave the parking garage. Just show it to the guard at the exit and he will let you pass. Hang on to it, so if you want to, you can come back here anytime, even if I'm not here." He also gave me one of his business cards with his home and cellular phone numbers on it, saying, "If you ever need to be rescued again, just call one of those two numbers and I'll be there before you can hang up the phone." He smiled at me again and I
felt kind of flustered at having a man pay so much attention to me, but once again the programming came to the fore and almost forced me to smile back and blush a little bit.
"So you are going to be my knight in shining armor?" I asked, jokingly. He replied,
"Sir Joe, at your service, milady. Dragons slain at no charge other than a kiss from your sweet lips." and he gave me that damned grin again. He was a damned attractive man and I could feel my resolve weakening as the programming tried to make me react as a real woman might have. I knew, though that if I was ever going to get his help with the mess I was in, I would have to be truthful with him and kissing him again would just make any explanation
just that much more difficult. Hell it was gonna be hard enough just telling him that I was really a man wearing an advanced type of bodysuit!
He helped me into my car looking a bit disappointed that he didn't get another kiss, but he smiled at me anyway and watched as I started the car and backed out of the parking space. I waved at him and then headed out of the garage. When I reached the exit, the guard came out and stopped me but I showed him that plastic card that Joe had given to me and the guard smiled and waved me on out.
All the way home I was trying to think of ways to present this impossibly weird tale to Joe in such a manner that he would not only believe me but would also want to help me out of it. The only way I could think of that would leave no doubt in Joe's mind about the veracity of my story was that I would have to partially remove part of the bodysuit. That would not only remove any doubts he might have about my plight but also convince him that I was not a real woman. It would be risky, yes but I didn't see any other options left open to me. The haziness of my mind all this day had convinced me that whoever was behind this craziness was definitely not on the up and up and I was definitely in some danger!
When I finally got home, Cary's car was gone again and I had to wonder where he had been last night and now tonight. Sure Cary was a single guy, not unattractive and supposedly well off to boot, so he could be out raising hell with one beach bunny or another but, I wondered nonetheless. Especially with what I now thought I knew about AG DELIVERIES and Cary's involvement with that business. It was almost 9:30 PM and my voice was back to normal so
I decided to cook rather than order out. An hour later, I was done eating and getting ready for bed. My mind was still going about a hundred miles an hour but I knew I had to get some real sleep that night so I poked around in the medicine cabinets and found some over the counter sleeping tablets. Following the instructions I took two of them and closed and locked my bedroom door. Then I laid down in my bed and after a bit of tossing and turning, finally fell into a deep sleep.
When I awoke, It was about a half hour before the alarm was due to go off. I laid there for a few minutes trying to get my brain working properly. I finally decided that it wasn't doing any good, just laying there so I got up. It was very quiet and I could hear birds chirping merrily in the trees off to one side of the apartment building. "Yeah, little do they know!" I snorted to
myself. I wasn't feeling very humorous that morning.
I went into the bathroom and drew a bath. While the tub was filling, I took a long look in the full length mirror and once again, the thought sent through my mind, "What a body!" Even after 4 days inside this bodysuit, every time I looked in a mirror, I was still shocked by what I saw, at least for the first few seconds. After that, it seemed like I adjusted my thinking and what I saw
looking back at me seemed normal. I knew it had to be the programming from those tapes but, knowing that didn't seem to make a difference. I began to pose in front of that mirror, kind of like how I thought a nude model would do, turning half sideways and licking my lips like a beautiful woman, winking at myself and I remember thinking, " Man am I HOT!" Looking back at it now, I can see that, slowly, the suit and the programming were preparing me for
acceptance but back then, I didn't see it.
When the tub was full, I climbed in and once again I marveled at the feelings of this bodysuit. Every day it seemed that I could feel more and more. After four days of continually wearing this thing, it seemed like my regular skin. I could feel every small touch of my fingers and every time I would pinch a bit of skin, it felt just like there was nothing on my body at all! It felt
silky and smooth, just like a real woman's skin would feel. It might seem weird to you but in all this time I had never really looked at the way I looked in this suit. I guess there had just been too much going on what with getting used to it and then the excitement and mystery of the new job and AG DELIVERIES.
Now that I had a few extra minutes, I started really looking at the body I was now occupying. First, I examined those large breasts. Now I had seen a breast or two before, but I had never really had the opportunity to see a pair at this range and at my leisure. I guess the first thing I really noticed were the nipples. They were very large and kind of brown and about the size
of the eraser on the end of a pencil. I touched one of them and a shiver went up and down my back as it began to grow in size! I sat straight up in the tub and a gasp escaped from my lips! I FELT that!!! As if that nipple and the breast it was attached to, were actually a part of me, and the other one was responding now as well! I began to notice, at the same time, a kind of warmth between my legs and I felt kind of , I don't know, quivery.
I laid back in the tub and began an earnest exploration of these parts of my body that I hadn't paid a lot of attention to before this. Gradually I realized that I was fondling my breast and massaging between my legs and feeling very tense, but good. As I continued, the warmth grew and the feelings intensified until I was rubbing and fondling for all I was worth and moaning low and deeply in my throat. I recognized those sounds as the sounds that an aroused woman makes in the throes of sexual passion. Part of me was screaming at me to
STOP, this wasn't natural, but a bigger part was saying, "This feels too good to be wrong!" So I kept on with what I was doing. In a distracted way I noticed that I could feel every little touch of my fingers with those long nails, on my skin. That fact registered on my brain but, but that time, my hands and my body were on autopilot and I don't think I could have stopped if I had wanted to.
Faster and faster, my fingers seemed to move of their own accord and I actually could feel the fingers of one hand penetrating my vagina! A feeling began to build at the base of my spine and gradually moved up my back and down my legs until I thought I would burst! I felt warmer and warmer and that feeling became all encompassing until it seemed that every remaining vestige of my masculinity was pushed into some small corner of my mind and I felt incredibly feminine. All of a sudden, it seemed as if a dam had burst and I lost myself in what had to be a completely female orgasm! Wave after wave of pleasure chased each other up and down my body and for a few seconds that seemed like hours, I quivered and shook and moaned in release!
After things calmed down, I just laid there in the slowly cooling bath water, my mind absolutely stunned by what had just happened but my body was tingling in what I guess is the afterglow that women talk about. I remember thinking, when I could think again, "Oh my GOD!!! What did I just do? I had just masturbated as a woman and, though I hate to say it, I had loved it! I had no idea that orgasms felt that way to a woman. My whole body had been involved in that orgasm and it seemed that it still was! Every once in awhile, a shudder would travel the length of my body and with every one of them I felt a shadow of the larger feelings I had just a few minutes ago! Then, as if a switch had been closed I lost all interest in what I had just been doing to myself as my male mind seemed to reassert itself.
I sat straight up in the tub and I felt like I was blushing, all over! I felt ashamed at what I had just done! I quickly finished my bath and got out, wrapping a towel around my body and pulling the plug from the tub. I padded back across to my bedroom and quickly closed the door behind myself. I plopped down on the edge of the bed and tried to get myself together. What did this mean? Was I becoming so comfortable with being inside the bodysuit that It was beginning to take over from my male feelings, those that were left?
I was glad that Cary was still asleep and hadn't heard my moaning and groaning in the bathroom. I didn't think I could have faced him just then if I would have known that he had heard me in the bathroom. After a few minutes of sitting there, I glanced at the clock radio next to my bed and noticed the time. SHIT! Unless I got myself together and moving, I was going to be late for work! I finished drying myself off and began to get dressed in a hurry. Putting on my bra, panties, and pantyhose, I grabbed my blouse and skirt and headed back into the bathroom to do my makeup and hair.
Doing a quick, but adequate job on my face and hair, I quickly finished dressing and ran out of the bathroom into the living room. I grabbed my purse, practically jumped into the heels I had worn yesterday and headed out the door. I jumped in my car and backed out into the road and took off towards L.A. and work. My mind was still on that incredible experience I'd had in the bathtub but some part of my brain was paying attention to my driving so I had no problems making it to work ten minutes early.
I parked in the lot, noticing as I did, that everyone else was already there. I climbed out of the car, locked the door and ran into the building, managing to get punched in just in the nick of time. I peeked in the break room but there was no one in there. I headed down the hall to the dispatch room and just managed to catch Jeri coming out with her route sheets. She looked at me and said,
"Running a little late this morning, hon? Ms. Smith has all your stuff ready and waiting for you. You'd better shake a leg, or a hip and get it in gear, girl!" She giggled at me and headed off towards the garage.
I walked into the dispatcher's office and found Ms. Smith waiting for me, route sheets in hand. She glanced up ad I walked in and said, "Oh, Ginny. I am glad you made it on time. I was getting a bit worried about you. Here are your route sheets and delivery schedule for the day. You will be pretty much in a different part of town today so we included extra maps and directions as best as we could. Now, get going, girl. Time's a'wasting!"
She handed me the paperwork and clipboard and turned me back around and practically pushed me out of the office. On the way out to my van, I saw Carol, the secretary I had met when I had first interviewed for this job. She smiled at me and I said,
"Hi Carol. We haven't had much of a chance to get to know one another, have we?"
"No Ginny, we haven't." She replied. "How about we get together tonite for dinner somewhere. Then we could talk and... stuff."
Well, you could have knocked me over with a feather! I didn't think she was interested in me at all, especially considering that I was just as pretty as she, at the moment. I started to say, "Sure, that'd be great," when it dawned on me that I had to meet Joe this evening. Damn! Just my luck! Oh well, I wouldn't have enjoyed an evening with Carol quite as much as Ginny as I would have as Jim... or would I? Still, she was awfully attractive and as I thought that,
something clicked in my head and I just said, "Maybe another time, Carol, I have plans for this evening." And I walked away!
I remember getting into my van and checking my route sheets but not much else for that whole day. The next thing I remember was parking the van back in the garage, empty, and walking back into the main building. Terri was going in just ahead of me and we handed in our sheets and money and headed for the break room. Dana, Carla and Jeri were already sitting in there and we joined them. Ms. Smith came in and, if possible, was even more enthused than she had been yesterday!She said,
"You girls are really getting into the swing of things! Together, today you brought in over 15,000 dollars in fees and over 1500 dollars in tips! Oh, ladies, I think this thing is going to work out just wonderfully!" She handed out the envelopes containing our tips and waited while we opened them and checked the contents. Mine contained 295 dollars! The other girls seemed pleased with their tips and then Ms. Smith said, in a very loud tone, "RUMBLESEAT!" And again, my head cleared and I could remember every stop, and every flirtation from the whole day! I tried to keep my face impassive and not let on that I had heard and understood what Ms. Smith had said. I somehow knew that if I let on that I knew about what had to be a post hypnotic suggestion, I would be in a worse mess than I was obviously in now. After a
few seconds, Ms. Smith said,
"Okay, girls. That's it for today. You are all doing great and I can see terrific things in all your futures if you keep this up! Have a good night ladies and we'll see you bright and early tomorrow morning!" Then she turned and left the room. The other girls and I talked for a few minutes and then we left the break room and headed for our cars. I looked closely at the faces of the others. They all seemed unconcerned and happy at getting so much money for what seemed to be an easy job. Dana, thought had a thoughtful look on her face and I caught up with her and, in a quiet tone of voice, I asked her if she was okay. She looked at me and whispered,
"Not here. Wait till we're out in the lot. Something is weird and I think you have noticed it too."
I didn't say another word but, once we got to our cars, and we had done the female bye bye routine with the rest of the girls, Dana motioned at me to follow her. We got in our cars and headed out of the parking lot and I followed her to the Stumble Inn. We parked in the lot there and Dana came over to my car. I popped the lock and she got in, closing and locking the
door behind her.
"What's up, Dana?"
"I don't know for sure Ginny, but have you noticed that you can't seem to remember much about your day until after we are back and Ms. Smith is talking to us?"
"Well, Dana, now that you mention it, I do kinda know what you mean. It seems like I am fuzzy and my thoughts are hazy until after she does her after route pep talks. I just figured I was the only one. Why? Are you feeling the same things as I am?"
"Well, DUH, girl! Why do you think I had you follow me here instead of talking to you back at work?"
"Okay, okay Dana, take it easy! I have been noticing what you are talking about since yesterday and I didn't say anything because, well, I thought I might get in trouble or something!" I was kind of playing dumb trying to draw Dana out a bit more before I told all I knew or suspected. As paranoid as I was getting, I couldn't be sure that Dana wasn't a company narc or spy. I knew something was up though so I just kept quiet and let Dana talk.
"Listen, Ginny," she said, "Something is wrong over there at work. I don't know what it is but I just know something is wrong! I'm getting scared, girl, and I don't know what to do or who to talk to. The only reason I'm talking to you is that I sorta thought I saw the same kinda puzzled look in your eyes that I have seen in mine in the mirror. I mean this whole thing seems crazier
and crazier with every day that goes by and I just know that there is a lot more going on than just a simple delivery service!”
Listening to Dana I could tell that she was getting more and more upset and I tried to quiet her down. "Look, Dana, I know what you are talking about! I just don't know what we can do about it! Listen, I have a, ummm, well, kind of a date tonite with a guy I met yesterday. He might be able to help us or at least tell us what we should do about this. Do you want to come along? It
might help if there are two of us telling him this crazy sounding story."
"You got a DATE??! Damn, girl you are a fast worker! You're taking this whole girl suit thing pretty seriously, aren't you? I mean, you are a guy under there, remember?"
"I know, Dana! This isn't a date, kind of date. I met this guy who is a Private investigator and a damned good one by the looks of things. He kind of rescued me from a bad error in judgement I made last nite. We talked for a while and he took me back to his place. Well," I said quickly, trying to head off her comments, "It was his office and his apartment, and, Oh it's hard to explain but I trust him and I think he might be able to help us. Are you in or what?"
Dana fell silent for a few seconds, apparently lost in thought. Finally she looked over at me and said, "Okay, Ginny but I gotta go home and change. I am not going out anywhere looking like I just crawled out from under a car! Where and when are you meeting this guy?"
I told her the name of the restaurant I was supposed to meet Joe at, and the time and I told her not to be late. I didn't want to be alone with Joe any longer than I absolutely had to. He seemed like an okay guy and I didn't want him to get his hopes up about me. Nothing could or should happen between him and me. We were both guys, for christ's sake! I also thought it was a good idea to have Dana there because I figured that if Joe got angry when he found
out I was a guy, there'd be both me and Dana to deal with. Dana said she'd be on time and she got out of my car and went back to hers. I hoped I wasn't making a mistake by including her in on this but I was desperate and I wanted her help.
I waited about 5 minutes after Dana left the parking lot before I went ahead and left. I made the drive home with no problems and parked in the lot there. I saw Cary's car in the lot and I thought again about talking to him about my suspicions but decided against it. I could talk to him after I met with Joe and might have a better handle on what to do to get out of this mess.
I walked into the apartment and saw Cary sitting in the living room watching TV. I stopped and talked to him for a few minutes and then I said,
"Listen, Cary. I would love to sit down and have a good old fashioned bull session like we used to have in college, but I have to shower and change and get back downtown. I'm meeting someone and we're having dinner. I shouldn't be too late and if you are still up when I get back, we can yak for awhile, okay?" He looked at with an amused look on his face and said,
"Gee, a date, Ginny? Who is she? Or maybe I should ask, who is he? You're really getting
into this eh?" And he kind of chuckled at me.
Well, I blew my top at that!
"Just what the hell are you talking about, Cary." I yelled at him. I'm doing all this crap for you. You think it's been easy looking like this?" I indicated my body. "You think I'm enjoying all of this? Maybe you should try on one of these damn bodysuits and see what it's like to be programmed to look and act and sound like a sexy woman for awhile! You know, I have just
about had it with this whole thing and if it weren't for the money and the fact that I promised you I would do this, for you, I'd tell you exactly what to do with this suit and the job and the whole damned thing!" I stormed off towards the bathroom, figuring that, with that little tirade, I would have thrown Cary off any scent he might have had about me getting suspicious.
I took a quick shower and redid my hair and makeup. Then I looked through the clothes that Cary had bought for me to use this week while I wasn't at work. I found a dress that looked like it would look good on me and I tried it on. It fit like it was made for me. I found some matching jewelry, earrings, bracelets and necklace and put them on as well. Then I found a purse that more or less matched along with some 4 inch high heels and a light wrap. I turned out the lights in the bathroom and my bedroom and walked back out into the living room. I still acted like I was angry at Cary and I said,
"Well? How do I look? Good enough for a special date with a her or a him? You know, Cary, I thought we were friends, but you sit there and make fun of me? That's pretty low, my friend and I don't like it one damned bit! Maybe we'll talk tonight when I get back and maybe we won't! Don't wait up for me!" And I stormed out of the apartment.
I walked rapidly to my car, listening to the tap, tap, tap of my heels on the pavement and feeling the swish of the dress on my legs. I gotta admit, It felt good even though it was a lot different from anything I had ever experienced before. Come to think of it, this would be the first time I had been out anywhere dressed to the teeth as a woman except for job related
times. I guess I should have been a bit nervous about that, but somehow, I wasn't. Instead I felt relaxed and confident that I looked good! Yep, you guessed it. That programming again. It seemed, though that I could access my male side whenever I really wanted to and I knew that wasn't the way it was supposed to be just by having watched the other girls at work. They seemed totally caught up in being women and showed no signs of their male selves that I had seen.
On the way back into L.A. I did a lot of thinking about what I was going to tell Joe. I now had no doubt that I needed his help in getting out of whatever it was I was into and I hoped that he would help. I had a little bit of trouble finding the restaurant but, with Joe's directions and a friendly cop, I eventually did find it. I pulled up in front of the place and a guy in a uniform came out to help me from the car and park it for me! 'Wow,' I thought. 'Pretty fancy place!' I walked inside and was met by a Maitre' D who asked my name. I told him and that I was meeting Joe Parsons. He escorted me in to the restaurant proper and seated me at a table saying that Mr. Parsons had left instructions that whatever I wanted, I should have and price was no object. He also said that Joe was going to be a bit detained but would be here as soon as he could.
I told the Maitre' D that I was expecting one other person and described Dana to him. He said he would watch for her and escort her to the table when she arrived. I said thank you and then he called a waiter over to the table and I ordered a drink. I didn't want to get drunk tonight, but I felt I needed a little fortification for what was to come.
It wasn't too much longer until I saw the Maitre' D coming my way and he had a dynamite looking dark haired woman with him. I guess I was surprised at how good Dana looked even though I shouldn't have been. She looked GREAT! All dolled up and wearing an off the shoulder gown that left nothing about her figure in doubt. When they arrived at the table, the Maitre' D seated her and called the waiter over again and Dana ordered a drink. When the waiter left, Dana and I engaged in that female thing of telling each other how great the other looked and all that, but also giving each other looks that were worried and wondering about our situations.
About ten minutes later, I saw Joe come in. He looked in our direction and I could see a puzzled look on his face when he saw two gorgeous women sitting at the table waiting for him. He walked over to the table and stood there for a few seconds looking at me, questioning me about the presence of Dana with his eyes. I motioned for him to sit down and when he did, I leaned over and told him that I had something to tell him and I wanted my friend here to kind
of give me courage. I introduced the two of them to each other and we sat and talked until the waiter came over and took our orders. When he left, I motioned Joe and Dana to move in a little closer so I could talk without having anyone around us hear what I was saying.
I knew this wasn't going to be easy and I hoped that being in a public place would keep Joe from losing his temper. The first thing I told Joe was that Dana and I needed his help. I knew that Joe had thought he was going to have dinner and a night out with a good looking woman and this was the first step towards letting him down as easily as I could. We talked until dinner arrived and then took time to enjoy the meal. I could tell that Joe still had hopes, but I was going to have to squash those hopes before this evening was over. Dana hadn't said much, merely nodding once in awhile to emphasize something I had said to Joe. Dinner was delicious and when we finished, Joe suggested we go somewhere a bit quieter to talk. I asked Dana to come along and I saw a disappointed look come over Joe's face.
He spoke up, saying, "Look, Ginny, I thought you and I were going to have a nice dinner and then maybe go for drinks and dancing. No offense, Dana, but even though you are a beautiful woman and under any other circumstances I would have loved to have taken you out for dinner and dancing, this was supposed to be just me and Ginny. Whatever problems you two have, can't they wait until tomorrow?" Dana finally spoke up, saying,
"Look Joe, I know you must be a bit disappointed, but Ginny and I really think we do need your help and I think we should get out of here and talk about it. It's really important and we are desperate for your help."
That's true, Joe." I added. "We do need to talk about this! I'm sorry if we spoiled whatever plans you might have had for you and me tonight, But it is important that we talk about this!”
"Okay, okay," he said, resignedly, "I give up for now. Let's go somewhere quiet and talk. You've got my curiosity up now."
We left the restaurant at about 8:30PM and, by common consent, decided that the most private place we could go was to Joe's apartment/office. We left Dana's car in the lot and she rode with me. As we followed Joe through the city streets, Dana and I firmed up our story so we wouldn't miss anything when we told Joe. We knew it was going to sound utterly unbelievable to him, but we had all the details down and the one thing we figured would convince him, if our tale didn't would be one or both of us removing part of the bodysuit. I only hoped, as did Dana, that we would be able to get some answers to all the questions that were racing through our minds.
When we arrived at Joe's building, we followed him into the parking garage and I flashed that pass at the attendant. He waved me on through and I parked next to Joe. Then we took the elevator up to his place. Joe asked us to sit down and both Dana and I sat on one of those large couches. Joe fixed us some drinks and then sat down in an easy chair facing us. We began to tell our tale of woe and before we were done, Joe had refreshed our drinks three times. He looked incredulous, but not so much as I had thought he might. I guess being a private investigator, he had seen a lot.
I could tell, though that he wasn't going to really buy our story without some kind of proof and that meant partially removing at least one of our bodysuits. I reached behind my head, feeling around for the closure and when I finally found it, I gripped it in both hands and gently pulled my hands apart. There was that rrrrrrrripping sound as the velcro or whatever it was parted. I slid my fingers inside both sides of the now open in the back mask and began to pull it forward off my face. I knew that Joe was probably going to be, at the very least, disappointed that I wasn't a real woman. I just hoped he wouldn't be so angry that he would refuse to help us.
Before I got too far, though, Joe called out to me to stop. He said he didn't want to see me without the mask and he said that he was convinced. I pulled the mask beck tight around my face again and resealed it with a little help from Dana in getting the closure straight and sat back on the couch with my drink. Joe just sat there. His face had a blank look on it and I was very afraid that we had blown it and he was going to throw us out and maybe beat me up for good measure. I mean, he had kissed me. After a few minutes of silence, Joe sighed a big sigh and looked at me.
"Well," he began. "That is one hell of a tale you've told me and I have to confess, I thought you were either putting me on or trying to run some kind of scam on me. Seeing you start to take off that whatever it is that you are wearing convinced me though. It IS a bit unsettling to know that I kissed a guy, though and I am a bit put out that you tried to fool me like that!"
I could see that he was angry and embarrassed and I tried to reassure him by saying that the way I had acted was part and parcel of the way the programming on those tapes had made me act and also, I said, if I had told him that I wasn't a woman, back at that bar, he probably would have left me to the tender mercies of that bunch of half drunk, horny guys there. He
said that he guessed he understood that part, but I could see a kind of sad look come over his face. He looked at me and then past me at the wall and didn't say or do anything for several seconds. Then, He looked back at me and smiled a sheepish looking smile and said,
"Well, ordinarily I don't take a case without a retainer but this thing seems so weird and outlandish that I think I will look into it."
Dana and I were so happy that we actually squealed and both began talking at the same time to Joe, babbling about how grateful we were and how we really were thankful that he had believed us. He listened to the both of us for a couple of minutes and then held up his hand as he kind of chuckled.
"From the sound of you two and the way you are acting, I have to see those tapes you talked about. They must be really something if they can make two guys sound and act like two excited women!" Dana and I looked at each other and then back at Joe.
"I don't know if you should look at those tapes, Joe," I said. "I don't want you to start acting like this!”
"Well, Ginny, if they are what I suspect they are, from your description of how they worked, I think they need a trigger to make the programming work on a person. In this case it's probably the bodysuit. If I'm not wearing one, I don't think the tapes will affect me. I will take precautions though and I will only view about 5 or 6 minutes of any one tape at any one time. Just in case I am wrong about the trigger for the post hypnotic suggestions, I don't want to be swishing all over the place either!"
We spent another hour or so talking and planning strategy and then Dana said,
"Hey, we gotta go! If we stick around much longer we won't be getting home until way late and I don't want to be late for work tomorrow morning!"
We finalized our plans and told Joe that we would bring him the tapes tomorrow. Then Dana and I got up to leave. Joe gave me that funny look again. It was a kind of a sad look and I knew that he was wishing that I was a real woman. I had felt something from him these last couple of days and I knew that he was hoping for some kind of a relationship with "Ginny." To tell the truth, with the way the programming made me act and feel, I was almost hoping for the same thing!
With that somewhat scary thought echoing around in my mind, Dana and I went to the elevator and got in. Joe was still sitting in the easy chair, a kind of half smile on his face. Then he jumped up and ran over and got in with us, saying he wanted to walk us to my car, just for safety's sake. On the ride down to the garage, he kept looking at me as if searching my face for something.
"You know," he said, "those bodysuits are really amazing! Maybe after all this is over I might have to look into getting one to use in my work. It could be a big asset to me to have a perfect disguise to wear when I am tailing someone.
I told him, "If this works out and you get us out of this, you can have this one. I don't think I'll ever want to see it again. This has just been too weird for me. I can't wait for Saturday so I can climb out of this thing and be me again for awhile. I have almost forgotten what I really look like under here."
The elevator finally reached the garage level and the doors opened. We got out and headed for my car and Joe walked us all the way there. He stopped me before we reached my car though and said that Dana should go on ahead, he wanted to talk to me privately for a second. I gave my keys to Dana and asked her to wait in the car for me and she agreed to do so. When she walked away, Joe took me by the elbow and led me behind a support pillar and, once we were out of sight of Dana, he grabbed me and pulled me to him and kissed me!
I tried to pull away, but he was stronger than I was and part of me didn't want to pull away! I was actually beginning to enjoy that kiss when he stopped and pulled his face an inch or so away from mine. Then he said,
"Look, Ginny or Jim or whoever you really are. I don't know what is happening to me and right now I don't want to know! I only know this. Ever since I saw you at that bar I have been falling for you! I know, I know, you say that under that suit you are a guy but you know what? I don't care! You are the most gorgeous woman I have ever seen and all I can think about is getting you between the sheets for some serious sex! I don't know what this makes me, whether I am turning gay or what but I can't think about anything else! Look, don't say anything," (As if I could!) "I gotta think this out tonight and when I see you tomorrow to get those tapes from you, we can talk more about this. It's crazy, I know!" And he turned away from me.
I could almost see the tenseness in his body and I swear I saw his shoulders shake a time or two as if he was crying! I was speechless! I mean I didn't have a clue as to what I should do or say or if I should do or say ANYTHING! I mumbled something like, O..o..okay, Joe. And fled for my car. I didn't look back until I got there and when I did look back, it was just in time to catch Joe entering the elevator. He looked at me across the garage and I swear I could see tears in his eyes, even from where I was!
I started the car and peeled out of that garage like I was trying to set a record. Dana kept asking me, 'what's wrong' All the way back to the restaurant where we had left her car, but I didn't say anything. I couldn't! My brain was an absolute chaos of thoughts and none of them were making any sense! I dropped Dana off at her car and I still hadn't said anything! I finally managed to say,
“It's nothing. Just drop it for now and maybe tomorrow morning I'll be able to tell you.”
She looked at me and I could tell she wanted to know more but I just closed the door after she got out, waved at her and left the parking lot. All the way home my mind kept replaying that kiss and what Joe had said. My God! came the thought. Could it actually be that Joe was falling in love with Ginny!?" But, I am a guy! Joe can't be falling for me, I am a guy! But another part of my mind was saying, 'Gee, I really enjoyed being held and kissed by a strong
handsome guy like Joe,' and, to tell the truth, I had enjoyed being kissed by him. It had made me feel, I don't know, wanted, loved even desired! Fortunately, enough of my brain was on my driving that I made it home without any incidents. I noticed that Cary's car was nowhere in sight and I parked my car, got out my key and went inside the apartment.
I was actually glad that Cary wasn't home. I needed time to gather my thoughts and come to grips with the conflicting emotions that were raging inside my mind! On one hand, I still knew that, under all this feminine outer shell, there was a guy! I knew that it was totally ridiculous to even think about kissing another guy even looking the way I did! If I enjoyed what Joe and I had done, did that make me gay? But, at the same time, that damned programming was giving me hot flashes over the way I felt when he kissed me! I was actually getting turned on just thinking about it!
I must have gone on autopilot just then because I found myself in bed undressed and cleaned up and I didn't remember doing any of it! I laid there, thinking for quite awhile, not really paying attention to much of anything else when I felt my hand massaging my breast! My other hand was between my legs, massaging something else and before I could think about anything else, I was exploding into a massive orgasm! One after another they came, until I couldn't think about anything but the pleasure I was feeling and the emotions that were racing around in my brain! When I finally came back to earth, I quickly fell asleep and my dreams were of Joe and being held and loved by him, but, in those dreams, I wasn't wearing a bodysuit. I was a real woman and we were making passionate love! It was a strange night, to say the least!
I never heard Cary come home.
I awoke to the sound of the alarm clock buzzing near my ear. I rolled over and hit the damn thing once or twice until it shut up and then sat up in bed. My dreams were rolling through my head like a runaway freight train and my thoughts were scattered. For a second, I didn't know for sure where I was or who I was, but as I began to fully wake up, those dreams began to fade and before too long I was able to think again. I staggered into the bathroom and took a shower. I didn't have time for a long hot bath although that was exactly what I wanted to do. I finished my shower and scurried back to my room for my clothes. I grabbed some things that looked right and went back to the bathroom. Then I did my hair and makeup and got dressed. I felt like I was still on autopilot and, just then, it felt good to have to think. I just let the habits and knowledge that those tapes had put into my head, take over and before too long, I was ready to leave for work.
Grabbing my purse and keys and slipping into my high heels, I went out the door and towards my car. I noticed that Cary's car still wasn't anywhere in sight and that made me wonder. Where in the hell was he, and what was his part in all of this? I didn't want to believe that he had any knowledge of any of the shenanigans that were going on at AG Deliveries, but how could he not know? He was an investor and knew the people there. Surely he MUST know what was going on, but how could he do this to me, his old college pal?
All the way in to work I was thinking like that and, when I arrived in the parking lot at work, I noticed that, once again all the other girls had beaten me there. I saw Dana just going into the building and I hurriedly parked my car and ran after her. I caught up with her just as she was about to go into the dispatcher's office and I grabbed her arm and steered her towards the break room. Once there, I closed the door and whispered to her,
"Meet me after work at the Stumble Inn. I need to talk to you about last night!" She looked at me, alarmed and whispered back.
"Are you okay?" I'll meet you there but I gotta know if you are ok! Last night you looked scared to death!"
No, I'm okay, Dana, I just need to talk to you and find out if what I have been feeling, you have been experiencing as well."
Just then, Ms. Smith came into the break room and called to us, "Let's go, girls! Time's a'wasting and there are deliveries to be made! You two gals can gossip after work, now SHOO! And she made motions with her hands like she was shooing flies off or something. Dana nodded at me ad winked, indicating to me that she understood and would see me later. I nodded back and put a bright smile on my face for Ms. Smith's benefit. Dana and I both went into the dispatcher's office and got our paperwork for the day and went out to our vans. The other girls were already on their way out so we didn't have time to say any more to one another.
The routine held that day. It seemed as though I had just left on my route when, the next thing I knew, I was pulling into the lot with an empty van, my deliveries all having been made. I parked the van and went in and turned in my receipts and tips and went into the break room where the other girls, including Dana were already sitting. I just sat down and was staring at
nothing when Ms. Smith came in and began praising us on another great day. The receipts were up and so were the tips. She handed out our tip envelopes and mine came to 365 dollars! Jeri, Terri, Carla and Dana were oohing and ahing about how much they had made in tips that day when Ms. Smith shouted out, RUMBLESEAT.
The next thing I remember I was walking out of the building with a complete memory of my whole day that I hadn't had a few minutes before. I got into my car and followed Dana to the Stumble Inn and we parked in back of the place. We went in and sat down and I began to tell her what had happened last night between me and Joe and how I had felt about it. Dana seemed sympathetic and was trying to calm me down when the waitress came over and asked us if we wanted to order. We both said we just wanted coffee to begin with and she said ok and off she went, leaving us alone again.
After a few minutes she came back with our coffee and we ordered dinner. When she left again, we went back to our conversation. Dana told me that she kind of understood what I was talking about. She said that she'd had those same kinds of feelings and we attributed it to that damned programming on those tapes.
After all, those tapes had inserted into our minds how to walk, talk, move and even emote the way a real woman would so it was only natural that we would feel attracted to guys while we were wearing the suits. It was still scary to the male part of me that I still seemed to be able to access, though and I asked Dana if she could do that too. She said that yes she could,
sometimes but only when something happened that was so far out of her experience as a man that it overloaded the female conditioning somehow. We talked a bit more and finished our dinner and then we parted company. She headed for home and I headed for Joe's apartment with those tapes. I had remembered to grab them as I went out the door that morning and had them stashed in my trunk.
When I pulled in to the parking garage at Joe's building, I parked next to his car again and went up in the elevator. When the door opened, Joe came rushing across the room at me and grabbed me and held me tight. He asked,
"Are you okay? I followed you on your route today for a bit and it looked like you were spaced out or something! I even hollered to you a couple of times but you ignored me and just went on with what you were doing! I was worried out of my mind about you!" And then, he kissed me! Again!
My brain went into overload and I leaned into Joe, not caring anymore that we were both men, only caring that I was being held and kissed and comforted! My male self that I had been able to call upon, retreated somewhere into the deep recesses of my mind and I was reacting only as Ginny. For a few precious minutes Joe held me in that wonderful embrace. When we finally came up for air I managed to remember that I was here to drop off the tapes and, reluctantly, I pushed away from Joe. My head was spinning, but I managed to hand Joe the bag with the tapes in it and then I kind of staggered over to the couch and just sort of fell onto it. He didn't say another word, he just went over to the bar and fixed me a drink and brought it over to me. I took it in mostly numb fingers, carefully, and Joe went over to his TV/VCR combo and turned it on and inserted tape number one.
I averted my eyes and tried not to pay attention to what was being shown on the TV screen. I didn't want to give that programming any more of a chance to take a firmer hold of my mind. After a few minutes, Joe shut off the VCR and just sat there for a bit. When he looked at me, there was a look of pity on his face and when I asked him what was wrong, he just kept looking at me with that look on his face. Pretty soon I couldn't stand it anymore and I excused myself to go and use his bathroom. I needed to go after the coffee at dinner anyway and I knew that my makeup must be a mess after that Kiss!
When I returned to the living room the tape was on again and Joe was in the kitchen area preparing something. I called out to him that I had already eaten but he just went on with what he was doing. I heard a clicking noise and the VCR shut off. Joe came back into the living room area and sat down next to me on the couch and took my hand in his. Then he began to speak, saying,
"Don't talk, just listen. When I first saw you in that bar I was instantly taken by your beauty and seeming helplessness. A little while after that you impressed me by following my lead and helping defuse that situation that would developed had you missed my cue. Then outside the bar you asked for my help and as I looked at your lovely face I knew right then that I was falling in love with you. I know you are a male inside a female bodysuit, but I don't care! I only know what I feel and that is, I want you! I know that can't happen right now, if ever, but you have the right to know how I feel. It's wrong and crazy, but there it is. Ginny, I love you! If you were a real woman I would ask you to marry me and even though you are not a real woman, I still want that!" He started to say more but I could see tears in his eyes as he made that confession, and the Ginny part of me took over again and I put my finger to his lips and shushed him.
"Don't do this to yourself, Joe!" I murmured, softly. Don't torture yourself over something you have no control over! I am beginning to feel the same way about you and I know that it can never be! Right now, I am all Ginny and there is nothing I would like better than to melt into your arms and say yes, yes, YES!, but you know I can't do that!" Then I began to cry, knowing that this was wrong yet wanting it so badly I could taste it! He took me into his arms and just held me for what seemed to be hours but was only really a minute or two. Then he let me go and stood up and walked over to an easy chair and sat down again. We didn't look at each other for several minutes and when we finally did, we were both under a bit more control of our emotions. Joe said,
"Okay, Ginny, or Jim, or whoever you are, here's the deal." Those tapes definitely contain hypnotic suggestions and are highly illegal. That tells me that there IS in fact, a LOT more going on at your workplace than just a simple delivery service. So, I am going to dig into this with a vengeance and help you, if I can, get free from there and find out what the hell is going on there! I have some contacts in the technical world and I want to touch base with them to see if the know anything about the technology that is behind that bodysuit. I have heard rumors of things like that but I had no idea they were so advanced as the one you are wearing. What I need you to do is just go along with things the way you have ben for a few more days. By tomorrow night I should have more information and this weekend I am going to try to get inside the place to look at their records and whatever data I can get out of their computers. You say they work on Saturday mornings so I will look the place over tonight and tomorrow. Then, Saturday afternoon or evening, when I think I can get in without being noticed or caught, I will go in and find what I can." Joe paused then, getting up and taking the tape out of the VCR. Then he continued.
"For now, let's keep all of this, and I mean all of this ,just between you and me. Don't even tell your pal, Dana about what I intend to do. It'll be better if as few people know as possible. That way, if something happens, no one can come back on Dana. As for you, well, you are going to have to trust me and I will have to trust you. If ANY of what I intend to do gets out, BOTH
our gooses will be cooked."
I told Joe that I understood what he was saying and then I stood up, saying, "I'd better leave now. If I stay any longer, Ginny is going to come over there and grab you and I can't be held responsible for what she might want to do after that. How do you want to stay in touch with me?" Joe looked at me and I could see that he was fighting to keep his emotions and libido in
check. He said,
"I will get hold of you when I have something on the company. Don't worry about how I'll get hold of you, I just will, and you are probably right. You might better leave now while I can still control myself as well. Listen now, I am going to help you get out of this crazy company and keep you safe in the process. First of all because of how I feel about you and second, because this whole thing stinks to high heaven and I am pissed off at them for putting both you and me in the spot we're in emotionally! For now, just go on about your normal routine if you have one. Don't do anything to draw attention to yourself or your suspicions. If you have to, tell Dana that you were wrong about what you thought and that I investigated and found the place to be on the up and up. Now, you better go because I have work to do!"
Joe escorted me to the elevator and down to the garage. I wanted him to hold me again and never let me go but I also knew that it was the programming that made me feel this way ans so I kept a lid on my emotions until I got in the car. I watched Joe go back into the elevator and the doors closed. Then, I lost it. I must have cried for 10 minutes. Great big gulping sobs like my heart was broken.
When I calmed down enough to drive, I wiped my tears with a hanky from my purse and started the car and drove home. If I had been stopped by the police for any reason that night, they would have thought I was raccoon woman. My mascara was all over around my eyes and down my cheeks from crying. When I got home, still no Cary and it shows my state of mind when I say I wasn't even worried about him. I just went inside, washed up and went to bed and cried myself to sleep.
I awoke before the alarm clock went off and shut down the alarm so it wouldn't go off. I just laid there for a bit trying to get things straight in my head. I couldn't deny that I was having feelings for Joe but just they were, I wasn't sure. They couldn't be love, though, could they? I mean, yeah I looked like a woman and I moved and felt like a woman, but that was only on
the outside, right? Underneath all of the glamour and femininity, I was still a guy! I knew that and yet I couldn't shake the feelings I was experiencing. Could it be love? Was it just gratitude for him having saved me from that bunch of lechers at that bar and for him taking on the task of finding out just what the hell was going on at AG Deliveries?
Those thoughts were warring for attention along with thoughts about Cary, my friend. Just what was his part in all of this? Was he really my friend or was he taking advantage of me for some hidden agenda of his own? I unwound myself from the blankets and stood up slowly and s t r e t c h e d! I mean one of those bone cracking stretches that seems about to tear your muscles loose from their foundations kind of stretches. I walked over to the full length
mirror on the closet door and examined this body I had been stuck in for the last 7 days. Damn, it still looked fantastic! That long red hair and those beautiful curves practically screamed, I AM WOMAN!, but I wasn't!
Then, that funny little *click* went off in my mind again and I stopped wondering and worrying about all that. I headed into the bathroom for my morning ritual. I started the tub filling after making sure the water temperature was below that magic 105 degree mark. No way was I gonna get stuck permanently in that suit through some stupid mistake! I bound up my
hair on top of my head so I wouldn't have to spend an hour drying and styling it. Tomorrow I would be able to take this thing off and I was looking forward to that!
Finishing off my bath, I climbed out of the tub, all soft and sweet smelling and wrapped a towel around my breasts, once again, amazed at the sensations I could feel coming through them. Every touch, every movement, I could feel as if I had grown those things all by myself. The thought went through my mind that I would have to find a way to keep this suit if things went bad at AG Deliveries. I mean, I didn't want to be a woman the rest of my life, but it sure might be fun to wear it occasionally, after all this was over. There were some compensations for looking pretty, after all. Right about then, a memory came crashing in on me and I just stopped where I was and shivered.
The memory was of being held in Joe's strong arms and being kissed by him, and how it made me feel warm and safe and desired even though it scared me at the same time. What was I? Was I actually becoming a woman by wearing this bodysuit and through the programming contained in those tapes? I knew that there was a chance of getting stuck in the suit and, if that ever happened, I would truly be sealed inside it for the rest of my life, but would that mean that I would actually change sex at that point and if it did, would I truly be a woman capable of having babies? It seemed unlikely that merely becoming trapped inside the bodysuit would change my insides but it would mean that I would have to live as a woman for the rest of my life!
These thoughts and a lot of others went through my mind that Friday morning as I went about my morning routine of bath, hair, makeup and clothing choices. They were still going through my mind as I drove to work. I was very early getting there so I stopped at the restaurant across the street from the AGD parking lot for breakfast. As I sat there eating, Dana came in, having seen my car in the lot out front. She sat down and ordered a cup of coffee and, when we were alone, asked me what Joe had thought and what he was going to do. I told her what Joe had told me to tell her about it being my imagination and all that and she looked at me like I had lost what was left of my mind. "WHAT?" She practically screamed at me! "Do you mean to tell me that everything you and I have noticed wrong and all this bodysuit stuff is just what it appears to be, a DELIVERY SERVICE?! I had to shush her before she caused a scene inside the restaurant and, to calm her down a bit I also said,
"Listen, Dana. Joe said that he had checked into it and it appeared to be on the up and up, but he was going to do a bit more looking into it and he would let me know what he found out. Until I hear from him, I think we should carry on as we have been doing. After all, if we raise any suspicions over there at work, we could be in serious trouble if there is anything going on. Besides, tomorrow is Saturday and we can get out of these suits for the weekend. Then we"ll find out what, if any, effect the programming has on us when we looklike ourselves again. For now, I intend to go over there, do my job, and go home. Tonight I am gonna climb out of this damn girl suit and go out and get laid by the first good looking woman I can pick up. I'll call you Saturday morning and we can compare notes on how we feel and what effects may or may not be remaining after we get out of the suits, okay?"
Dana looked at me for a minute without saying anything. Then she sighed and, in a resigned sounding tone of voice said, "Okay, Ginny but you better be right about this! My folks are supposed to be coming this weekend for a visit and I damn sure don't want them to see me looking like this! Hey, I just thought about something! What if we have to work tomorrow morning? Oh shit! If we have to I am screwed! My folks will be coming in tonight!” At that
point, Dana was getting louder and louder and I had to quiet her down again so I said,
“Dana! Calm down! If we were gonna have to work this weekend, they would have said something by now. I think that they will want to take the weekend to look at how things are going and make any needed adjustments to our routes and charges so just relax! Anyway we'll find out when we get over there so let's not panic.” Well, she finally calmed down and I paid for breakfast and we drove across the street and parked our cars. Then we went into the
dispatcher's office to see if there was anything posted about having to work tomorrow morning. There was a list for Saturday but neither Dana nor I were on it. Jeri, Terri, and Carla were, though and we wondered how they would take the news when they got here.
About ten minutes later, all three of them showed up and we all got our assignments, and delivery schedules from Ms. Smith. Terri, Carla, and Jeri actually seemed excited about the prospect of working Saturday morning, though! They were talking excitedly about the extra money they could make and how they were going to be able to pay off all their bills in a month or two if things kept going the way they were. I did kind of wonder why Dana and I weren't scheduled to work tomorrow morning but I didn't raise any questions then. I wasn't about to "gaze a gratuitous equestrian in the oris maximus" as my friend used to say. In other words, I wasn't going to look a gift horse in the mouth. I didn't want to remain in this bodysuit one minute longer than I absolutely had to. There were too many questions I needed answers to and I couldn't get them while I was still wearing it. I also knew that I HAD to see Joe while I wasn't wearing the bodysuit so I could find out if the feelings I was having about him were real or just the result of the programming. So I kept quiet about everything and a little while later, we all went to our vans and started our day.
I had gotten used to that hazy feeling at the end of each day and when I found myself back at the parking lot at the end of the day, I wasn't too surprised. I went in and turned in my log and receipts and went to the break room. A short time later the rest of the girls showed up and joined me in the break room. Then Ms. Smith came in and handed out our tip envelopes and, this time, mine came to over 400 dollars! Then I heard that word again, RUMBLESEAT!! and my whole day returned to me as clear and accurate as anything I had ever experienced. Every single stop and delivery I had made that day was there in my mind and, once again I felt that *click* in my mind. We started to leave, everyone talking excitedly about their tips when MS. Smith stopped us, saying,
“Girls! You have had a marvelous first week! We here at AG Deliveries are so happy with your performance that we have taken the liberty of arranging a shopping trip and dinner for you all! A limousine will be picking you all up here in the parking lot in about 15 minutes to take you to first to a very upscale ladies clothing store for a complete outfit and then to The Palms Restaurant for a lovely dinner. All the bills will be picked up by the company, including tips for the limo driver and at the restaurant. The spending limit at the clothing store is 400 dollars per person and dinner has already been paid for, regardless of what you order. Now, this doesn't mean that you can buy drinks for the house, of course but anything you girls order and consume personally, will be taken care of by the company so have a ball! Now", She continued, "Terri, Jeri, and Carla, you three are working tomorrow morning so I suggest you keep your alcohol consumption down to a minimum and you will all be brought back here to pick up your cars after dinner so maybe it would be a good idea for all of you to keep the drinking down. You will have the rest of the weekend to celebrate. Now, girls, you have a few minutes to make any phone calls you might need to make to make arrangements with
relatives or friends for this evening. Have fun, ladies!” And with that, she left the room.
Chaos ensued! Everyone was talking at once and I couldn't make heads nor tails out of any of what was being said! It was just a babble of excited voices! Dana and I joined in, of course, not wanting to draw any attention to ourselves, but the thoughts going through my mind were, to say the least, not happy ones. I had been looking forward to getting out of this bodysuit and
spending an evening as myself again! Now that would have to be delayed until we were done with dinner! Well, there was nothing for it but to go through with it so I went to a phone and tried to call Cary. There was no answer so I left a message on the machine and hung up. All the other girls were on the phones so I went out onto the loading dock and, sure enough, there was a long white limo waiting there.
In a few minutes the other girls came out and we all piled into the limo and headed for a shopping excursion on the company's nickel! We arrived at the chosen store, Brantson's, in an upscale neighborhood and were escorted into the store by the limo driver who presented the store manager with a credit card which bore the name of the company. We girls spread out into the store looking at this and that and Dana and I found ourselves together in the
lingerie section. We tried to maintain the same level of excitement that the other three girls were evidencing and picked out some beautiful bra and panty sets and then headed for the dressing rooms to try them on. We kept our conversation to what we were doing and didn't discuss any of our suspicions at all while we were in the store or the limo.
The set I had picked out was agua in color with lots of lace on the panties and in the center of the bra which had a front closure. Dana had chosen a powder blue set with lots of lace as well and everything fit very well, indeed. We changed back into our other underwear and left the dressing rooms as the other girls were coming in. They were giggling and talking excitedly about what else they were going to buy and showing each other the underwear sets they had picked out. Dana and I headed for the dress section and began looking for something to match our new undies. When we had made out choices we returned to the dressing rooms and tried things on. Again, everything fit very well and we changed into the new clothing. Then we went to the shoe area and were assisted by a very anxious young guy who was more than happy to help us try on several pairs of shoes each. I am sure that he got more than an eyeful, helping us and the other girls and before too long we all were fully
outfitted in new clothing from the skin out including new hose and garter belts.
We all headed into the salon area of the store where we were all treated to quick but thorough makeovers of our makeup and freshening of our hair, and then through the fragrances area where we were spritzed with what smelled like very expensive perfumes, a different one for each of us. Then, we headed back to the limo while the driver settled up with the store. The sounds of all those high heels clicking on the pavement was strangely exciting and the
chatter that was going on was almost hypnotic and Dana and I couldn't help joining in on the fun. I figured, what the hell. I might as well try to enjoy this, and I'm sure that Dana was thinking the same thing. The driver came out finally and we headed for our dinner. When we pulled up in front of the restaurant, a uniformed man opened the door for us and assisted each of us as we exited the limo and then we headed into the restaurant like a group of movie stars or something. I could almost feel the eyes of every guy we passed as they looked us over and while a small part of me resented it, a much larger part was reveling in the attention I was receiving!
All through dinner, we were besieged by men with drinks and offers to dance and lights for cigarettes. So much so, in fact that I can't recall to this day what I had to eat! I know I had fun and when the time came to leave, I was actually sorry that it was over. To my amazement, I had almost accepted an offer to go out on the town that evening with a very good looking guy who seemed fascinated by me! I finally remembered, however, that I wanted to get home and out of this bodysuit and be me again and that overrode any temptation I might have otherwise have given in to. I whispered my regrets in his ear and gave him a look that promised better things at some future time and we all got up and left the restaurant.
The limo met us outside the front door and we all piled back in and we were taken back to the parking lot of AGD. Ms. Smith met us there and complimented each of us on our choices in clothing and then told us that the official evening out was over. She also said that if any of us wanted to meet her and some other members of the office staff for some more partying, we could accompany them to a dance lounge and party the night away. I know that this offer was directed at Dana and I because the others had to work in the morning and I could see that Ms. Smith seemed disappointed that Dana and I declined the invitation. Dana made her excuses and jumped in her car and left and I did the same thing.
All the way home I kept wondering what might have happened if I had taken Ms. Smith up on the offer to go partying, but the need to get out of this suit was growing with each moment that passed. When I finally got home I parked my car and practically ran across the lot and up the stairs, no mean feat in those new 4 inch heels, let me tell you. I looked around inside the apartment, but no Cary so I found the instructions for removing the bodysuit and began the
preparations. I filled the tub with water above 105 degrees but not over 115 degrees as it said in the instructions and while it was filling, I stripped out of my pretty new clothes. I took care of them because they were expensive and, well, I did like them.
When the tub was ready I double checked the water temperature with the thermometer I kept in there expressly for that purpose and then I climbed in, sat down and laid back in the water. It seemed hot but I figured that it was because I was anxious and worried but it had to be the right temperature. I double checked it, right? As I laid there in that hot water, my thoughts drifted back to Joe and what he might find out this weekend when he did his investigation inside the AGD building. I actually hoped he would find nothing wrong there but I knew that it was too much to hope for. I mean, let's face it, this was really a good job and it paid damn well even though I had to wear a bodysuit and pretend to be a woman. Add to that the fact that I was making new friends in the forms of Jeri, Terri, Carla and Dana and it really was a dream situation, except, again, for that woman thing.
Oh well, I sighed and relaxed back into the hot water, waiting for the suit to loosen up, already planning the next two evenings out as myself again. After about 20 minutes I could feel something happening but it felt strange. Almost as if the suit were tightening instead of loosening! I sat up, frightened and my mind was going around in circles wondering what I could have done wrong! I had followed all the instructions to the letter, even double checking the water temperature, hadn't I? I climbed out of the tub and started to run across the bathroom to the door but I slipped and fell, hitting my head on the counter as I went down. I must have knocked myself out because the next thing I remember was being shaken and someone slapping me gently on the face!
As I came to, I saw Cary with a worried look on his face. He was sitting on the floor of the bathroom with my head in his lap, calling my name and lightly slapping my face.
"Jim, Jim, are you all right? Oh man, this is all my fault, I should never have gotten you involved in this thing! C'mon, Jim, wake up and let me know that you aren't hurt! I swear to God I never meant for you to get hurt!" After a few minutes my head began to clear a bit and I said,
"Okay, Cary, okay! Jeeze, quit hitting me in the head! Where does it say that you should hit someone with a head injury in the head! He stopped and kind of shuddered and started to CRY!
Oh Jim, I'm sorry! Jeezus, Jim, I never meant for you to get hurt. It was only supposed to be a test of the bodysuits! I don't even know what for! All I know is what they told me and they said that if the test was successful, I would be able to triple or even quadruple my investment in just a couple of months!" He babbled on like that for a few more minutes before I finally stopped him and said,
“Cary, just what the hell are you talking about? Ooh, my head hurts! Get me up off this cold floor will ya?" He helped me to my feet and we staggered out into the living room where Cary covered me with a comforter and sat me down on the couch. He went over and fixed me a drink and brought it back to me. Then he sat down next to me and took my hand in his and looked into my eyes. Before he could say anything, though, The door to the apartment burst open and three huge guys came rushing in! Two of them grabbed Cary and the other one grabbed me and wrapped me up tightly in that comforter. I could hear the sounds of fighting going on but I couldn't see anything that was happening, I was so wrapped up in that damned comforter I couldn't do anything! Pretty soon, all was quiet in the apartment again and when I finally got my eyes clear of the comforter I saw Cary, apparently out cold, being carried out of
the apartment by the two guys that had attacked him and the other guy slung me and the comforter over his shoulder and followed them. He warned me to be quiet or they would hurt me and Cary very, very badly so I kept my mouth shut as I was carried outside and dumped unceremoniously into a van along with Cary.
The door slammed shut and the van accelerated away from there quickly. Now what the hell was going on?!! I had thought I was in trouble before but that seemed insignificant compared with what was happening now! As the van sped through the night i laid there, helplessly wrapped up and scared to death both for me and Cary! I didn't know what was happening but I was afraid that it wasn't going to go well for either of us!
I felt the prick of a needle in my arm and, after a few seconds more, I felt nothing at all. Just blackness and some very strange dreams, all centered around the bodysuit and Joe. In the dreams, I was walking down an aisle and all my new friends were there. Jeri, Terri, Carla, Dana, Ms. Smith and Carol, even Cary, and a lot of people I didn't recognize. They all had smiles on their faces and a few of them were crying! I could see Joe at the end of the aisle and as I turned my head to the left, I saw my Dad! My arm was slipped through his and we were walking towards Joe who had the biggest smile of all on his face.
I looked down and I could see that I was wearing a beautiful white dress and I could feel that my hair was all done up on top of my head. I was carrying a large bouquet of flowers and it hit me, I was wearing a wedding gown! Joe was dressed in a very sharp looking black suit and was smiling at me with love in his eyes. My four friends from AGD were all dressed in matching turquoise gowns and all were just lovely. Dad and I walked slowly up the aisle where Joe and a minister were waiting. I was getting married? To Joe? I heard the minister begin to say, "Dearly beloved", when I began to lose the dream.
All of a sudden, Joe and the minister vanished! My Dad was gone and then the whole church and all the people were gone as well! All that remained was a single figure and I could hear a loud sigh come from that person. I started walking towards the figure and as I got closer, I could tell it was a man. I heard him sigh again and then he began to speak.
"Ah, Ginny", he began in a sorrowful tone of voice.
"You just couldn't leave well enough alone, could you? You had to go and get suspicious and, as if that weren't bad enough, you had to drag Dana into it with you!" Right then I began to wake up and I realized that the last part of that dream had not been a dream after all! A man was talking to me! I was lying on a kind of a bed, I later found out it was a hospital gurney, and I was unable to move. My arms and legs were secured, somehow, and my head was being held still by a strap across my forehead. There was a light shining in my eyes and I couldn't see very clearly through it's glare. The voice either got louder or moved closer to me because I could hear it much more clearly now and it said,
"Oh, are we awake, finally? I told those muscle brains not to use the whole syringe of sedative on you! A little thing like you shouldn't have required more than half of it but do they listen to me? Nooooooo!! They have to "follow their orders"! The voice began to mumble something but I couldn't make it out. Then it got loud again.
“So here you are my dear. All trussed up and awaiting final treatment along with your friend Dana, to your right. I'm really sorry this is necessary, Ginny. The programming on those tapes should have left you pretty much unable to discern fantasy from reality where it applied to AGD. Apparently, in yours and Dana's cases, it wasn't quite strong enough to overcome certain psychological resistance to it. Well, that will be remedied here tomorrow. When you wake up Sunday morning, you will be just one more happy girl, looking forward to going to work at your fascinating and well paid job at AGD and you won't be bothered by thoughts of once having been a male. You see, Ginny, AGD is quite real. It is, in fact a delivery service and, from the looks of the first week of operations, it will be a very profitable little sideline to the more important end of the business. And, what, you may ask IS that business? Why, the testing of the very technology that you wear so fetchingly upon your male body right now! Yes, Ginny, this whole thing was to have been a test of the bodysuits and programming by, well, I am not permitted to tell you who, right now, but, before you undergo the final process, I think I will persuade my superiors to let me tell you the complete story so you will know, even though it will do you no good to have the information.”
The voice sounded very familiar but in my still half drugged condition, I was unable to identify who it was for sure. I heard my own voice asking about Cary and the man answered, saying,
“Oh, don't worry about him, my dear. Your friend is just fine. As a matter of fact, he had been getting just a little too nosy for his own good as well, so I talked the higher ups into letting me include him in our little "test program." By the time you leave here Sunday, you will just be two girlfriends sharing an apartment far away from the one you have been living in. Yes, Ginny, you and little Carrie will be the cutest, sweetest little delivery girls in the L.A. area, sharing makeup tips and clothing and even boyfriends! And you will be quite eager and willing and even able to please your boyfriends, Ginny because before we are done here, you and Cary and Dana will be fully functioning females, perfectly capable of getting pregnant and carrying a baby to full term and birth! Your DNA will be remapped so that you will appear to any test you care to name to always have been female. Your records will be altered right down to your birth certificates and fingerprints. The reprogramming in yours and Dana's cases and the initial programming in Cary's case will wipe out any memories you have of life as a man and replace them with an entire lifetimes worth of memories of growing up as a girl. Then, you three will be sent back to AGD to finish out the test program before being assigned to a Top Secret, virtually unknown branch of the Government for further testing of the bodysuits and possible assignments all over the world!”
“Oh, Ginny, I almost envy you the life you will lead! Why, you and Dana could become two of the top secret agents in the world! You will have more adventures and excitement than you could have had as poor unsuspecting Jim and Dan! Just think of it, Ginny, you and Dana could have world leaders groveling at your feet begging to be allowed to worship you as the beautiful women you truly will become! You will be gathering information and secrets to bring back to our government to use against enemies of the American way and having more fun and adventure than any woman ever has had! You'll be wined and dined by the most handsome, powerful, wealthiest men on the planet and...............!"
Just then, another voice cut in saying, "Frank! You talk too much! See that they are comfortable and that all the IV drips are in place and working properly! We have a lot of work to do before tomorrow night and it has to be perfectly done or it will all be a waste of time and we shall have to start all over! Now hop to it! Unless you want to find yourself in one of those
bodysuits, yourself, only THIS time, permanently!"
I could hear someone moaning softly to my right and I recognized Dana's voice saying something, but I didn't quite catch all of it. Then, Frank began to speak again saying,
"Yes sir, right away, sir!" Then he began to fuss with the IV leads which were attached to my arms. He whispered to me, then, "Oh, don't look so surprised. Yes hon, I was your little waitress at the restaurant across the street from AGD, and every word that you and Dana said, while in there was recorded and stored. Even that wouldn't have been enough to cause us to resort to this, but that, combined with your refusal to go out and party, on the company's nickel and the tapes of your conversations at home, made us suspicious that the programming on your tapes wasn't sufficiently effective to keep you in line. By the way, Ginny, what did you do with those tapes? Our men couldn't find them when they searched your place. Of course, those bumblers couldn't find their asses with both hands! Oh, well, it doesn't
matter. Those tapes will turn up and then we will re-record them with stronger suggestions so that we will, hopefully not be forced to do this again. And, Ginny? Don't worry your pretty little head about the other three girls. They are fine and the programming seems to have worked perfectly on them. They won't be harmed and will continue at AGD as our little inside
information gatherers. They will form the first level of the finest espionage training school ever!" Then that other voice came back again telling Frank to make it quick and Frank left me there with my thoughts. To say the very least, I was scared, and of all people to be part of this thing, Frank?
I hadn't seen or heard anything from him since the last day of orientation at AGD. Yet, here he was and involved up to his eyebrows, from the looks of it, and to think! He had been posing as that little waitress all this time just to keep an eye on me and Dana! Then I started to get mad! As the medication started to wear off, I got madder and madder to think that my own government could be involved in something like this! Kidnaping and shanghaiing citizens for some espionage scheme, against their will and without their prior knowledge! I knew if I ever got out of this, I was going to sue everyone and everything in sight! Well, then again, maybe it would be just as well if I just left things alone, if I ever got out of this. After all, if it was the government behind this, what chance would I have against that kind of power?
Then, another thought hit me and I began to panic! Joe! What about Joe? He was going to conduct his investigation tomorrow at AGD's main building! What if he got caught? Or worse, what if he were caught and put into the same situation in which I now found myself? My thoughts continued along those lines for another few minutes until Frank reappeared at my side. He said,
"Sweet dreams, Ginny. The next time you wake up, you will be ALL Ginny. No more Jim to worry about. Just an exciting life ahead of you as a secret agent!" He kissed me on the cheek and turned a valve on the IV tube and I began to get sleepy very shortly after that. In what seemed like no time, I was out cold again only when I awoke the next time I would be somebody totally different from what I ever had been if these people carried through on their threats!
From a fragment of audio tape found at the underground headquarters used for transformational research:
"..thing set?" (This voice has been conclusively identified as the head of this operation)
"Yes sir. The DNA altering formula, along with the primary mind altering drugs are in the IVs now being administered to the subjects. In the space of 24 hours, their DNA structure will be indistinguishable from a genetic female's and their minds will be fully open to whatever suggestions we decide to place in them." (This voice has been identified as the voice of Frank
"Very well, then. All that remains is to clean out their apartments and erase everything we can find out about their former lives. This means, of course, notifying their next of kin, if any, and if necessary, altering their memories as well and, If all else fails, well, you know what to do?"
"Yes sir. We are to either reprogram or eliminate anyone who might be a threat to this operation, by whatever means necessary. All public information on any computer network anywhere in the U.S. will be either wiped clean or replaced with the appropriate information matching the new appearances of the subjects. The reprogramming shouldn't be too difficult with the new tapes and the wiping of the information should be accomplished in 36 hours or less. It ought to be a very simple job to do."
"It had BETTER be easy and it had better be done correctly, Frank! You know what is riding on this experiment. Not only the future of our country as we know it should be, but also our own personal safety and lives depend on this being done as quickly and as efficiently as possible. If the President or Congress should get wind of this before we are ready to present our complete and successful findings to them, we might as well kiss our collective asses
goodbye! We'll spend the rest of our lives either in prison or in hiding from every spy agency the government can put on our trails! At least I will. You will be dead, Frank. I cannot afford to leave loose ends like you laying around, but let's not think of that right now. Let's think of the rewards that will await us when our theories are proven successful! We'll have the world at our feet at that point, Frank and we won't know how to spend the interest on the money we will make from this, let alone the principle!"
"Dr. Kelwicki is due in tomorrow afternoon from Vienna?"
"Yes, Frank. He will arrive at approximately noon tomorrow at LAX. You and two men will meet him there and bring him straight here using the limo with the blacked out windows. He will rest for about 8 hours and then perform the final surgery on the subjects, removing their external male organs and inserting the normal female reproductive organs and constructing their external genitalia. He is not only a master of this kind of surgery, he is the inventor and developer of the organs themselves. I do not know the exact means by which he does this, but it will be detailed in the courier packet he will be bringing with him."
"Sir, I am a bit concerned about leaving you here with only two men from the security force. With all the other teams out in the field, you will be vulnerable here."
"I know, Frank, but it is unavoidable. Besides, we know our cover is still tight. As far as the rest of the world is concerned, this is just a simple delivery service. No one but those of us involved knows that the basement contains these labs and rooms."
"Okay, sir. You're the boss here, but I don't intend to leave you here alone any longer than I absolutely have to. Too much depends on the success of this operation. You can bet that I will be back here with the doctor before you even know I'm gone!"
Very well, Frank. We all know what we have to do and we know that it has to go right or we are all lost. We are the only ones who believe in the stories of the alien threat. The President and Congress don't believe it, but I have seen the proof. No means are too extreme to assure the survival of our race. If we fail, history will note this date as the beginning of the end for the
human race. Even now, the new Arkanian ambassador is scheduling the Peace accords with our government and if he succeeds it'll only be a matter of a few years until the alien infiltrators are everywhere throughout the world in positions of power. We must buy time for our scientists to master the technology of that UFO that we captured last year! As far as we have been able to determine, that ship belonged to the only race to ever successfully resist the Arkanians enslavement of their worlds, the Alfans!" You also know that the world is unaware of the presence, or even the existence of these aliens, so far. The only ones who know of their existence are those in power and they are hiding it from the general public until everything is settled and they feel that the rest of the world can be told of them."
"You can depend on me, sir. I'll get the doctor here or die trying. Has there been any more news of the Arkanian hit team that we detected near here last week? They have eliminated four of five of our members in the last month, you know."
No, Frank, they haven't been heard from in the last five or six days. We have to hope that they are still in Nevada sifting through the false leads we left there. If we are lucky and we have done our work properly, they won't get wind of this part of our operation until after we are ready for them to know about it. By then it'll be too late for them to do anything openly about it and we will have more security measures in place. According to the latest data, the Alfan force field will be available to us and the Arkanians have nothing portable that can penetrate that. They would need a full scale assault by one of their large cruisers to penetrate even this small version of the field and they won't risk that even if they do find us here. We're
also fortunate that we were able to salvage that Alfan scout ship that crashed in the Nevada desert last month. If that hit team had beaten us to it, we would have been in serious trouble. As it is, they know it crashed and they know, or they think they know, that the MIB got to it first. What they DON'T know is that the MIB are working for us! It's too bad that we have to do any of what we have planned for Jim and Cary and Dan, but if they had gotten any more suspicious, they could have jeopardized our mission and we can't allow that to happen."
"Yes sir, I understand that. Actually, their resistance to the hypnotic programming has proved to be an advantage to the mission though. Now we will have three agents who should be able to infiltrate the Arkanian legation without the slightest suspicion, seeing as how the Arkanians consider females unimportant and useful only for breeding and child rearing, although they seem to have developed a real fascination with earth females."
"Yes, Frank, that's very true. I don't, yet, know why they consider earth females so exotic but it will work to our advantage. Through Jim and Dan and Cary we will have eyes and ears inside the Arkanian hierarchy here on Earth and will be able to take them down from within. The information gathered by our agents will enable us to convince world leaders that the Arkanians are only interested in subjugating the human race as they have done to so many
others across the stars. Once we can convince the leaders, then we can introduce the Alfans and their technology and, with that, we can drive those Arkanian bastards back into space and away from our planet forever."
“Sir, I have to ask you, for my own peace of mind, can't we let Jim and Cary, and Dan in on this and offer them the chance to volunteer? I hated lying to them and especially Jim. He seemed to be a decent guy and he has showed remarkable will power through all of what has been done to him. For that matter, so has Dan. Cary is just a money hungry investor and will make an excellent servant to the Arkanians, once we have wiped his memory, but I think we need people like Jim and Dan on our side, not as just brain wiped and programmed puppets but as active and aware members of the mission team."
"Frank, you may be right about that and I will discuss it with our people before the final mind wipe is done. I tend to agree with you but, the mission is what counts here, not our feelings about Jim and Dan. No sacrifice is too great to make in order to drive these aliens from our planet and if that includes making sacrificial lambs of a few good people, including ourselves, well, that's the way it will have to be. We can't afford to fail here, Frank. If we do, well, you know what the result will be. Virtual slavery to the Arkanians and our planet stripped of every resource that matters. The end of the human race as a viable entity is the Universe and one more world under the thumb of the Arkanian empire. They must be stopped and we are the ones chosen by fate or whatever, to try to do it. With the help of the Alfans and their technology, we have a chance. Now go and try to get some rest. I will talk to Jim and Dan tomorrow after I speak with our people about your suggestion and get their approval. I also want to speak with the Alfan leader and get his take on it as well."
"Okay sir. I'll try to get some sleep and be ready to pick up the doctor tomorrow. Thanks for considering my ideas about Jim and Dan. I think they could be of much more use to the team as active and knowing members of it instead of just programmed information gatherers like Cary will end up being. You should get some rest as well, sir. You will need to be in possession of all your faculties when you speak with our people and especially with the Alfans. You know that they demand absolute clarity of thought and purpose. The only reason they decided to help us in the first place is because their envoy saw something in our boss that convinced them that he and his organization could help defeat the Arkanians."
You're right again, Frank. I will try to get some rest as well. I'll......WHAT THE HELL IS THAT?!" The fragment of tape ends here. We are not sure of what the disturbance was that caused the outburst from the individual who was speaking last but our investigation will continue.
SATURDAY 12:35 AM
I awoke with someone slapping my face. Not hard, but it was annoying me. I wanted to sleep. Why was it, I wondered, that lately it seemed like everyone who wanted to wake me up, did so by slapping my face? Couldn't they just yell or throw cold water on me? Noooo! I tried to get my hand up to stop whoever it was from slapping me but I couldn't move my arms. I didn't want to open my eyes because I knew that once I did, I wouldn't be able to go back to sleep
and I wanted to sleep. I was sooooo tired. I tried to say "Stop slapping me, and let me sleep" but it came out like, "Gooo way lemmie 'lone!" In a kind of whiny voice. Whoever it was that was slapping me just wouldn't quit it, though so I finally opened my eyes and it was Joe! He stopped slapping me when he saw my eyes were opening and said,
"Ginny, c'mon, you gotta wake up! Come on honey you have to wake up and we gotta get moving outta here!" I couldn't figure out why Joe seemed so upset, but my mind was very fuzzy and I couldn't think straight. I began to remember a little bit of what Frank had been saying to me, but it didn't make a whole lot of sense to me so, in my sleepy state I dismissed it like one dismisses a bad dream. Joe started doing something by my side and before too long I could move my arms again. I took advantage of that fact and tried to grab hold of Joe and pull him down to me but, instead he pulled me up to a sitting position and hugged me. In a ragged sounding voice he started telling me that he was glad to find me before anything had happened to me. He was murmuring things in my ear and holding me tight and It felt sooo good. I think I finally knew, at that exact moment, that I had fallen for Joe. Yes, damnit, I
was in love! With another man!
Okay, I know what you're thinking. You are saying to yourself, "well, he must have always been gay and this business with the bodysuit, combined with the drugs in his system just finally brought it out." Well, you are wrong! I never in my life had ever had a thought about another man but, somehow, I felt like it was all right to fall in love with this man and that he would protect and love me back. Maybe the bodysuit and the programming and the drugs made it easier to admit to myself that I loved Joe, but it wasn't just those things. I had been pretty lonely most of my young life with few girlfriends and none of them ever really serious and none of them were anything special to me. They were just flirtations, Just the normal
experimentations of an inexperienced youth with no real idea of what he wanted or needed.
All I really knew right then, sitting there being held tightly by Joe was that, for the first time in my life, someone needed and wanted me! It didn't seem to matter to me whether that person was male of female, or whether I was, for that matter, male or female. All that seemed to matter to me, right then, was that I was being held and the one holding was telling me that he
loved me. Everything began to come back to me then and I started to tremble as I remembered the kidnaping and waking up here, wherever here was, and all that Frank had told me! Joe just held me tighter and was whispering things in my ear and I never wanted him to let me go but then he said,
"Ginny, we've got to get out of here! I broke in and knocked out a couple of guys but there have to be more of them around! I don't know how many of them there might be, but I didn't come prepared to handle more than two or three! I took a chance last night and I followed you home. I saw that van pull up out front and I saw those men take you and someone else out of your apartment. I followed the van and It led me here to AGD, where I watched them take you and the other person from the van and take you into the building. After a few minutes, I snuck up on one guy outside and knocked him out and tied him up and tried to figure out where they had taken you. It took me a few minutes, but I finally found a hidden set of stairs and when I went down them, I found a locked door and another guard. I had to shoot him because he drew a gun on me and tried to shoot me! He had some keys on him and one of them opened the outer door to this area. I waited until I had a chance and opened the second door but when I did, I set off some kind of alarm and all hell is gonna break loose very soon, I think."
I slipped off the table and tried to stand, but I was very wobbly on my legs and I suddenly realized that I was still naked! Joe handed me his jacket and I used it to cover myself up as much as I could and we started out of there with Joe supporting me. I stopped suddenly, remembering Cary and Dana and mentioned them to Joe saying,
"Joe, we can't leave Cary and Dana here! They are only here because of me and my suspicions! If something happens to them, it'll be my fault and I won't be able to live with that!"
Joe said, Ginny, we don't have time to get them out too! If I can, after I get you to someplace safe, I'll come back for them with some help and maybe the cops but, right now, I have to get you out of here!"
I tried to argue with him, but I was too weak and still too confused from the drugs still in my system and he practically dragged me towards the door at the other end of the room. We were almost there when I heard a voice yell,
"HOLD IT RIGHT THERE! YOU CAN'T GET OUT OF HERE! ALL THE EXITS ARE RELOCKED AND THERE ARE FOUR GUNS TRAINED ON YOU RIGHT NOW! WE DON'T WANT TO HAVE TO KILL YOU, BUT WE WILL IF WE HAVE TO! NOW LET THE GIRL GO AND STEP AWAY FROM HER!"
I looked at Joe and he looked at me. We knew we were caught and there was no way out. He whispered to me, "What do you want to do, Ginny? I can try to fight our way out of here, but I'm afraid of what might happen to you if I do."
I looked into his eyes and saw the indecision there. I knew he wanted to get me out of here, but I couldn't take the chance that he might get hurt or killed trying. I thought about it for all of about 3 seconds before I finally said,
"You've got to do what you think best, Joe. If you think we can make it out of here without getting killed then let's try for it. If not, well, you tried and I love you for it. It's not your fault. You weren't expecting to have to try something like this and you weren't prepared for it. There's no sense in our getting killed trying to do the impossible. Maybe they won't hurt you if we just surrender and don't try to fight them. Besides, Joe they aren't going to hurt me, they just want to examine me to see what the problem with this bodysuit is," I lied to him. My mind was clearing fast with all the adrenaline that was pumping through me. I knew that these people, whoever they were, wouldn't hesitate to kill Joe and maybe even me if we resisted and things looked too hopeless right then to try anything brave or stupidly heroic. It looked hopeless to me and I called out to whoever it was that had been yelling to us to surrender.
"OKAY! WE GIVE UP!" And I pushed myself in front of Joe. I hoped that they wouldn't shoot me to get to Joe. From four different places in the room came men with guns drawn. Then I heard that other voice again, The amplified one that I knew but couldn't quite place.
"HOLD YOUR FIRE MEN!" it said. "THEY ARE CAUGHT AND THEY KNOW IT!" Then in quieter tones it continued. "You, sir, whoever you are, I congratulate you on even finding this place much less on your apparent skills in actually gaining access to this lower level. Please, sir, drop your gun and turn to face the wall while my men check you for any other weapons you might have on your person. Frank, please escort Ginny back to the gurney and re-secure her if you would. I think we can forego the IV for now but make sure she is securely strapped down. We don't want her to get any wild ideas at the last minute, do we?
While Frank re-strapped me to the gurney, the other men were searching Joe and tying him to a chair. After Frank had me well secured, he turned to Joe and made sure he was just as well secured and then he said,
"Okay, sir. They are all tied down and can't cause any more problems for the moment. It's safe to come down."
A few seconds later, I heard a door slam and footsteps coming closer and closer. Then a figure stepped in to the lighted area and my eyes must have gotten bigger than saucers because as he stepped into the lighted area he began to peel back a mask and as his real face was revealed, I gasped in shock! This guy wasn't human! He looked like some kind of cross between a man and a lizard! He stood there for a few minutes, a long reptilian tongue
wrapping itself grotesquely around his, gulp, snout! Then he spoke, saying,
My real name, you would not be able to pronounce so just think of me as Link because that is what I am. I am the link between your race and mine, the Alfans. We are a star faring race from a galaxy, as one of your movies so quaintly put it, "far, far away.” So far that the distance really means little in your terms. We are here to try to help you in resisting a hostile takeover
by another race, the Arkanians who are only interested in enslaving your race and stripping your planet of every resource. They care little for individual planets or people, but rather, only for the advancement of their own race and their selfish goals. They are murderous, bloodthirsty and totally ruthless in their goals and will stop at nothing to gain what they want. My race is the only one who has ever resisted them and we drove then from our world, but at
such a great cost to us in lives and resources that our own planet became all but uninhabitable. The bodysuits that Ginny and her friends are wearing, and the technology that created them are ours. We hoped, by using them and infiltrating the Arkanian delegation to your leaders and gathering enough information about their plans so we could assist your race in throwing off their attempt at enslaving yet another race and planet and, at the same time,
gain an ally in our fight against them throughout the universe."
I snuck a look at Joe to see how he was taking all of this and his mouth was as far open as mine was. He was sort of gasping for air like a fish out of water the same way I was, but I had an advantage on Joe. I was still full of the drugs that had been in that IV and now that I was strapped back down the adrenaline was wearing off and I was sort of getting a little loopy again. So, although I was quite taken aback by what this "Link" was telling us, the drugs were kind of insulating me from the main impact of his words. "Link" talked quite a bit more but it was all dry technical stuff and I don't remember a lot of it. The gist of it was, though, the Arkanians had developed a fascination for earth females and Dana, and I and the rest of the girls from AGD were going to be "drafted" into the fight against their takeover of earth, whether we wanted to be or not. "Link" explained a bit about the bodysuits and the programming on those tapes and told us how some people were, seemingly, somewhat immune to the programming. That was the reason why Dana and I had been able to resist some of the stuff that had been on those tapes, and, it turned out, we weren't the only ones. There had been others, but not many and they, like us, were going to be drafted into the fight against the Arkanians. Terri, Carla, Jeri and Carrie? were going to be used to train others and monitor their progress. Yes, I said Carrie. "Link" had decided that Cary knew too much and was bound to ask too many questions so, he too, was to be put into one of the bodysuits and subjected to the programming.
Make no mistake about it, these Alfans were, in their own way, as ruthless as the Arkanians. They would allow no impediments to their eventual goal of defeating the Arkanians and freeing as many worlds as they could in the process. Anything that stood in the way of their goals was either drafted into the cause or well, eliminated as a possible threat in any one of a
number of ways. "Link" decided to wake Dana and explain things to her while I recovered from the drugged IV. He still didn't know what to do for sure with Joe and I tried my best to talk him out of putting Joe into one of those bodysuits. I explained what was going on between Joe and me and basically 'volunteered' to join the fight if he would spare Joe. I had a feeling that Joe might just prove more useful as he was anyway. With his contacts as a private investigator and the backing of the rich and powerful family that was in his debt, he could definitely be an asset in the battle against the Arkanians.
After a couple of hours of talking with Joe joining in, "Link" decided that we were right about Joe and, in addition, Dana decided that she would join the fight of her own free will as well. "Link" told us that this would involve our going through the 'conversion' process, meaning that we would actually become real, fully functioning females, but it was either that or the same result with our minds being erased and reprogrammed. "Link" was in favor of our volunteering because he felt we could be more effective as willing agents than we could ever be as preprogrammed human 'robots,' so to speak.
So, when Frank returned from the airport with the doctor, Dana and I underwent the process and the combination of doctor Kelwicki's revolutionary process and the Alfans fast healing technology Dana and I became fully functioning females in only about two days including the time for the actual surgery. During the recovery period, a couple of things happened. First of
all, Joe proposed to me! Second, Frank proposed to Dana! It seems that Frank had been attracted to Dana at first look and was only being held back by the fact that he and Dana were men. As soon as he knew that Dana was going to willingly join the fight and become a real woman, he professed his feelings for her and, when she had healed, she accepted!
We had a double ceremony about a month after the surgery. The girls from AGD served as bridesmaids and Carrie was our maiden of honor. Mr. Franklin/Ms. Smith gave both Dana and I away and "Link" served double duty as best man to both Frank and Joe. Following a brief honeymoon, Dana and I entered phase two of the training involving self defense and espionage techniques which were made a lot easier by the programming available to us through "Link".
I was blissfully happy as Joe's wife and, confidentially, the sex was great! Joe was a good a lover as he was a P.I. which means that he was damned good! There were more adventures ahead for all of us but I have to end this one here. My instructor is calling us to class. Today we begin learning weapons use and the Alfans have some really advanced weaponry!
All in all, I don't regret any of what happened even if most of it was forced on me. In the long run I got a great job, a lot of adventures and a wonderful husband out of the deal. Not too bad for a college dropout, farm kid, huh?
I had a LOT of trouble writing this final(?) Episode of SS&D. I was stuck for an ending and I was having some personal problems that took my attention away from writing. I truthfully had NO idea where to take the story and I basically just let it go where it wanted to go. I hope it isn't a disappointment to all of you who enjoyed it so far. I want to acknowledge a few people at the end here, though. First, Prue and neri. Without you two I would never have even attempted this task. Your friendship and help enabled me to start and finish something for one of the few times in my life.
Second, some friends from a certain chatroom. Rose2, KimEM, Samantha, Demi, Jan and AJ. And Rocket. You showed me that if one has friends, one is never truly alone. Last but not least, Sandra, nuada, Steve Z., Heather, Crystal and all the other people who helped me post this story and who wrote to tell me how much they liked it, and all the great volunteers at FM who do such a great job and get so few thanks I love each and every one of the people
mentioned above and I owe them more than I can ever repay. God Bless each and every one of you. I also want to thank all of the writers, fans, readers and owners of Crystal's, Sapphire's Place and Top Shelf and all their assistants. Without all of them TG Fiction wouldn't be anywhere near what it has become... so Thank you all, from the bottom of my heart. You have my love, my respect, and my thanks.
Catherine Linda Michel (Cathy_t_)
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