James Thompson was more than just a bad boy, and the government used that to good affect. He wasn't proud of his past and went to great lengths to hide it as best a person can. Now a civilian, he hoped to forget it all, but the past hasn't forgotten him by any means. Vengeance and justice seldom go hand in hand and the burden of truth will fall squarely on his back. Can he escape the evil plans laid out for him and his partner? Read on and lets see.

Chapter 1

I will go ahead and give you the tour now. Some things that might come up later, and if I mention them again, you'll know at least a little about the why and how. I can't accurately tell you all the details of my story as I was mentally absent for some of it. You'll have to use your own imagination for some of it.

It's true I had served my country even though I was now a lawyer. My wife at the time, now my ex-wife, didn't have a clue. If you had asked her before...she was my EX she would have told you I had lived a rough life or so I thought.

I have a long scar down the side of my index finger that took ten stitches to close. A stab wound or the scar from it between that index finger and the next one. Another scar just above and a little forward of my elbow, that was also caused by a knife. A smaller scar over my right eye that took five stitches to reattach my eye lid. The remains of a gun shot wound on the inside of my forearm and last, but not least, a scar just below my right knee from having my leg broken and the bone poking through the skin, that took another five stitches.

I spent lots of time and hard earned money getting my record expunged. So even if I gave you all the times and dates to go with all scar tissue I was carrying around, there was no way anyone could ever verify it. I did what I did cause I was good at it, never proud of it.

Now my wife's career was about to be flushed down the toilet before it ever really got started. She's a doctor and a damn good one. A patient had lied to her to get her to do some elective surgery. The patient was a free bleeder and almost died on the operating table twice. She did live, but she lost so much blood that the oxygen to her brain got low enough to cause slight brain damage. Now she was suing my wife for malpractice.

What my wife and the attorney from her insurance company didn't know was that this woman had tried this same scam on more than one doctor. I found out through a private investigator that I hired and got statements from the other doctors to confirm it.

My ex-wife, lest I forget, worked under her maiden name. So when I called the plaintiff and asked for a meeting, she had no clue who I really was. I knew exactly who and what she was and when I confronted her with the facts she assured me she would drop the suit the next day. In short, she was a high priced call girl with a new set of breast implants that she was hoping to get for free. That wasn't gong to happen now. But my life would never be the same.

For lack of a better way to say it, now everyone that shits on you is your enemy and, likewise, not anyone that gets you out of shit is your friend. You will need to remember that for later on.

Having worked for the government I knew what conspiracies were and how they worked. And one of the first things you come to realize is that people are more selfish than even they realize themselves. Ninety-nine times out of one hundred people will react to a situation in the way that best serves their own interest.

Little did I know that while I was sitting with the high priced call girl, an insurance investigator was steady snapping pictures that would soon land in my wife's ...ex-wife's hands.

Once you know for sure who is friend and who is foe, you need really good intelligence. Play them off against each other and in the end hope you're the one left standing with all the toys. That's the simple version. In real life it's not so easy as it seems.

Thankfully, my term as a company lawyer was all but over and my new office was built and ready to move into. I was looking forward to the day that I could look out for my own best interests for a while.

When my wife...ex-wife, I am still getting accustomed to that so excuse the oops, finally got the news that the suit had been dropped, she was pleased beyond words. Two weeks later I was trying to peel her of the ceiling after the investigator gave her the pictures he had taken of us together.

I won't even go into all the names she called me, nevermind all the things she accused me of. Even after I pointed out that we were sitting in opposing chairs and there was nothing sexual at all going on, she was still convinced I was part of the enemy camp.

"Doesn't it strike you as odd that the day after the pictures were taken she dropped the suit?" I all but yelled.

"Not at all if you paid her off and probably fucked her to boot," she snapped.

"Oh, please, Honey. I confronted her with the truth and she dropped the suit, end of story," I added.

"And you expect me to believe that?" She spat.

"I would expect you to believe the truth and I have told you the truth," I replied.

Tammy slammed the bedroom door and told me to sleep on the couch tonight. I didn't have the heart to tell her right then, but as mad as I was at the time, I was right happy to sleep on the couch. I had saved her career and now possibly lost my marriage.

For the next few weeks to say I got the cold shoulder would be a grand understatement of the facts. It was far worse than that. But to me at least there was a light at the end of the tunnel and I had already began the task of transferring my personal stuff to my new office.

I had no real friends at work and, likewise, no one that I really considered an enemy. By order of the top man, nobody would know I was leaving till the day came. I had asked for a bigger salary and he refused so he didn't want anyone to know I was leaving, much less why, till after I was gone.

I had four months left to go and the cold shoulder I was getting at home had been even colder for the last two months. The whisper network at the office still worked even though I had been locked out of many of the files on the company computer system. Now, I was sitting in the boss's office being read the riot act for telling everyone that I was leaving. I hadn't told a soul and that included my wife...at the time.

It took me all of two hours to track down the person that had leaked it out and it was a actually a temp that worked in payroll. I turned her over to the boss and she was fired on the spot. She never really said who it was that had told her...but she was the one that had spread it around the office. Now that everybody knew I was leaving, the boss was having a field day with the other lawyers that wanted my top spot.

I hadn't realized till that day just how much I was actually hated in an office I had worked in for over five years. By the end of the week there was no real winner for my spot and I knew for sure I had more than a few enemies there.

Now that the news was out, there wasn't any real reason for Tammy not to know. I told her that night and she smiled for the first time since the fight we had over the call girl thing. She still only spoke a few words to me, but that was better than none at all.

That Saturday I awoke sick to stomach and couldn't keep any food down all day. Sunday was no better and Monday I called in sick. Tammy decided then I wasn't faking it to get her attention and she gave me a basic checkup at home before she left for work.

Her first thoughts leaned towards a stomach virus, but she would have to run some tests to know for sure. She asked me to come by the clinic around lunch time if I wasn't any better by then. I wasn't and I didn't think twice about going to the clinic. By this time I had coughed and thrown up so much my chest was sore.

Tammy was rather casual with me at the clinic. I didn't sign in and wait for the nurse to call me. She saw me come in the door and took me back to the lab right then. Tammy's nurse took some blood and swabbed my mouth, then put me in Tammy's office while they ran the test.

We didn't really talk that day, but in a backhanded kind of way she suggested we put the past behind us and move on. I told her gladly and we dropped it at that.

Sandy, Tammy's nurse, was always a happy type of personality. So when she came to the office with a grim look on her face, I knew the news wasn't good.

Last year I had gone to Honk Kong on company business and now it seemed that I had contracted a virus while I was there. My bloodstream was teaming with it and it had killed more than a few people over there. They called it a flu virus, ergo, the Honk Kong flu, but Tammy assured me it was far worse than a plain old flu virus.

I got two shots of antibiotics, or so I was told, and sent home to rest. I called the boss and told him what the deal was and he forbid me to come to work till I was well. He had already had it and told me if it was just starting, I was in for more than a few weeks hell. Muscle pain, fatigue, high fever were just the beginning and it would get worse.

When Tammy came home, I was passed out on the couch and covered in my own sweat. When she awoke me and took me to the basement where her makeshift office was, I was all but out of it and had no clue what she was doing or where I was. I was aware enough to know she put an i.v. in my arm, but that was about it.

Tammy wasn't above doing things off the record, you might say. I had seen more than a few of her clients come and go and I knew she traded services as well. Plastic surgery and hair removal were her specialty, but that was not what she did at the clinic. At the clinic she was just a general M.D. with no specialty listed.

I'll admit I didn't know Tammy all that well. We had met about three years ago in Hawaii while we were on vacation. She was very striking in the pink bikini she had on the day we met. Her natural blond hair and dark tan only added to her sex appeal. She was trim and toned and we all but ran over each other at the bar that started our relationship.

I knew her parents had passed away just a few years ago. That was the story she told me anyway. She wasn't really all that forthcoming about her personal life, save to say, she felt like she didn't really have one. She owned and ran a clinic on the California/Nevada border and now that some of the Las Vegas headliners had started to use her place, business was going well.

I pretty much told her all there was to tell about me, save the stuff that nobody would ever know about. Being a doctor, as she was, she noticed all my scars right off. I told her I grew up on the streets of Chicago the hard way and she accepted it as the truth. When I told her I lived in Las Vegas, her eyes lit up. A year later we were married and very happy.

The next morning I felt a little better, but just a little and stayed awake most of the day. Tammy tried to feed me several times over that first week, but nothing stayed down. She gave me shots every day and checked my blood every night. I got lots of sponge baths, but I felt no better a week later than I had the first day this all started. I had my moments when I felt some better, but they never lasted very long.

Since I was down, and it seemed it would be for a while, Tammy offered to work on covering up my scars. The virus I was fighting wouldn't help or hinder the healing process and I would be free of the scars. I reasoned that it might be a good thing to let her do it. None of the people from my former life had come looking for me, but that was always a possibility. So I told her sure, why not.

That weekend I got a full face lift and my hairline was lowered at my forehead in part to cover the scar. I didn't know she had bobbed my chin and given me a rather cute upturned nose while she was at it. A week or so later, in one of my more lucid moments, I realized all the hair on my left arm was gone.

Tammy sloughed it off when I asked her why.

"Your left arm and hand have the most damage. So I figured now that your face was done I would do the arm next. The hair would just get in the way," she added.

There were a lot of things going on around me at the time that I had no clue about. The t.v. I was watching during the day was taped and loaded with subliminal messages both in picture form and in words. Tammy was spending every waking hour she was at home removing my body hair, too.

I was quickly losing my will to survive, as well, and my will to resist any suggestion that Tammy made no matter how absurd it seemed at the time. This type of treatment was right out of the government playbook. Get an enemy defeated mentally and you walk in and take them without ever firing a shot. It's a slow process, but it works and very well, I might add.

Some time later Tammy came home and found that I had scratched my ball sack raw. To me it felt like my balls were on fire and all I wanted was for the pain to go away. Tammy promised me it would, as she placed my feet in the stirrups. What she really did was take my balls and give me a fake set instead.

Right after that my fever broke and I began to recover. It took several days before I was up and moving, but soon I was almost back to normal. Tammy had done a great job hiding all the scars, but I never got a straight answer as to why all my body hair was gone and I do mean all of it.

I was back at work a week later and now had only three months before I was free of the company. I was back to sleeping in the same bed with Tammy as well, but now I couldn't keep an erection so there was no sex...at all. I still felt fatigued no matter what I did. That was really because of my lost male hormones, but I didn't know that at the time.

At one of the company's parties my boss gave me my walking papers. I was still under contract till the first of the year, but he would call me if he really needed me. I could go ahead and clean out my office since he knew I wasn't fully well. I thought at the time he was doing me a favor and just smiled as I cleaned out my office the next Monday morning.

Tammy knew how I was feeling and now that I had a couple of months before I opened my private practice she suggested that I could work out with her. We had long ago converted one of the spare bedrooms into a gym of sorts. So I agreed that I would.

I went through every drawer and closet in the house looking for my track suit to work out in, but never found it. Tammy offered me a one piece leotard and tights like the men wear at the Olympics. I said, no, at first, but later gave in and did the same aerobic workout she did each morning. I had no idea it was loaded with the same subliminal messages I had been getting before and some new ones added to it.

The workout was just twenty minutes long and by the time I got to the end of it, I was sweating like a pig and my heart was racing as well. I was stunned more than I dared to let on to Tammy. Not so long ago I ran five miles a day and barely worked up a lather. Yes, I ran, not jogged.

The next morning I was up and gone long before Tammy even woke up. I had found a different leotard and tight set in my drawer this morning, as it was two piece. Undaunted, I got dressed and was running around the track at the local park before sunup. I did a mile-and-a-half before I had to stop. I felt like I would faint if I didn't.

Tammy was up when I got home and having her first cup of coffee. She smiled really big when I sat at the table with a cup for myself.

"I had no idea you liked my clothes so well," she smiled even more.

"What?" I looked at her as if I had no clue.

"Those are my workout clothes," she grinned. "You must have still been half asleep when you got dressed," she added.

Our dressers sat side by side. So in the semi-dark room and still half asleep I guessed I could have gotten the clothes from her side as opposed to mine.

"It's quite alright with me," she added. "I am just glad you're so dedicated to getting back in shape."

After another cup or two of coffee and some small talk, then we did the aerobic workout together. When she went to the shower to clean up and get ready for work, she suggested that the house needed a good dusting and there was a boat load of laundry to be done.

Add that to the other mental conditioning I was getting and that was about all it took for me to start being the housemaid. I even went as far as to gather up all the dry cleaning and take in to town as well. Thankfully, they have a drive up window, as I didn't even think about the fact that I was still wearing the leotard and tights when I did it. When it dawned on me what I had done, I was glad we lived out in the countryside, too, as nobody would see me there.

A week would pass before I got the first hint of what was going on and even then it went right over my head. One of the parcel post company's brought two packages to the house. I was still doing the morning house cleaning and wearing the leotard. I signed for the packages addressed to Tammy and the man at the door replied, "Thank you, miss."

I just smiled and sent him on his way, but my first thought was whatever drugs he was on, the key word here was sharing. I had never been mistaken for a female despite my small frame and long hair.

Three weeks later the house was spotless and I had lost over twenty pounds from all the exercise I was getting. Little things like that seemed to escape my notice of late. I could go the full five miles now, but I was flat out tired when I was done and I still went home and did the aerobics with Tammy every morning.

Christmas was just a week away and Tammy and I had been talking about the Santa we sponsored at the local mall each year. She was still searching for a helper for Santa this year and getting nowhere fast, she had told me.

Tammy and I were probably the wealthiest couple in the neighborhood that had no kids. We both loved them, kids that is, but they weren't in the cards for us right now. So we did the next best thing and that was to sponsor a Santa at the local mall each year so the not so well off kids got to see him.

We also bought gifts that were marked for a boy or a girl and about the right age for such a gift. Tammy and I would stand in the mall and watch. It was always such a delight to see the kid's faces light up when they got a gift so unexpected like.

So Tammy was not really the cold-hearted bitch she was often made out to be, any more than I was a bastard. We just didn't advertise it when we did something like this as if we were bragging.

Tammy and I were standing in the bedroom by the big dressing mirror when the subject of a helper for Santa came up again. I looked at her in the mirror and that was when I realized how much weight I had lost and how my figure was almost a mirror image of hers. Granted, I had no boobs to speak of, but I was thin-a-plenty and all the other curves were there.

I all but doubled over in laughter when she suggested that I do it.

"Like anybody would want to see me in that tiny little outfit and high heels," I replied between the laughs.

"With some fake boobs and a little help from me between the legs, you could do it," she grinned almost ear to ear. "It's only for a week," she said in a pleading voice.

"Like you can do all that in what, two days?" I questioned. "And it would take a lot more than a fake rake and some of your handiwork between my legs for that to really work," I added.

"Are you making excuses for me or you?" She asked in earnest.

"I'm not making any excuses at all, save I don't see me being able to do it, not even with your help," I said rather glum at the moment.

She had me over a barrel, as it were. She knew there was little and nothing I wouldn't do for the kids to have a nice Christmas. She was playing on those feelings all the way. She knew I would eventually give in and I did.

That night she sewed my penis, such as it was, down and between my legs and we talked about the options for my breasts. I didn't really want implants even though they would look the most realistic. I would have to keep them for most of a year before I could have them taken out and I didn't want that at all.

Tammy suggested the new style implants that could be filled after the operation was done, as they could be drained just as easily. They would still be there, but drained of the saline. Nobody but she and I would know it. After much debate I allowed her to do it. Again, all the suggestive stuff I was being fed was working and all to well.

I awoke the next morning with a new set of B cups and a very tender crotch. She had told me up front that it would hurt some, so I was prepared, in a way. I took Saturday and Sunday off as far as my exercise was concerned. And we actually spent most of Sunday together, as there were other things that needed to be done as well.

Karen, one of Tammy's best and closest friends, came over on Saturday and cut my hair into a very feminine style and then gave me a perm to boot. The thinking was all I had do was wash it, the style would come back on its on.

She also did all my nails, so as if my body didn't feel foreign enough to me to start, with I now had a full set of long acrylic nails to contend with as well.

Chapter 2

Sunday, Tammy reminded me that school didn't let out till two-thirty so Santa and his helper didn't have to be at the mall till three-thirty and they stayed till eleven at night.

She helped me pick out a skirt and blouse that I could wear to Karen's salon on Monday. She was going to do my makeup and give me everything I would need to do it at home when she was done. Shoes were a problem and that prompted a rather last minute trip to the mall for shoes in my size.

I needed a size nine and Tammy's shoes were just a seven. From the selection available, I would have to guess that high heels were really in style. The selection was limited in my size and I left there with several pairs that all had a three inch or higher heel. I reminded Tammy that I had never worn heels, but she assured me I would adjust with no problems.

I had no idea at the time how well I had been conditioned to becoming a girl. I would find out later on and be more than a little upset when I did.

Sunday, I also signed some papers with the clinic letterhead on them. Tammy said since she had seen me first at the clinic and my treatment had been ongoing since, she had to justify the expense for the medicines and now the implants as well. Figuring it was nothing more than something for the billing department, I signed it.

What I signed was a power of attorney so she could legally change my name as well as my gender. It was a little after the fact, but the deed was done now, nonetheless.

Monday I did my morning run with a sports bra on for the first time. It was far too tight to suit me and I took it off as soon as I was home. I did the aerobics with Tammy like always now and it was odd to feel the bounce of my breasts at times. Not unpleasant, just different or odd.

When we were done and had our shower, Tammy asked me to try on the outfit for Santa's helper. I realized two things right off. First, I was showing a lot of skin, and second, my B cups would never fill out the outfit correctly. Almost without asking, Tammy added more saline to the implants and now I was a C cup, the same as she was.

This was when I got my second hint as to what was really going on and this time it didn't just fly over my head unnoticed.

As a man, my nipples were always hard little nubs and not very sensitive at all. As I rode to Karen's salon, braless, I might add, the satin blouse brushing against my nipples made me very aware of them. And when I walked into the rather well air-conditioned building, they became erect on the spot. That was not an issue I had ever had to deal with.

The pantyhose and high heels had gotten my attention up to that point. And surprise, surprise, I walked in the heels like I had done it all my life. After my makeup session with Karen, I went back home. I still had plenty of time before I had to head to the mall. I didn't bother to look in the mirror while I was at Karen's place. My mind was already set on getting back home.

When I walked into the bedroom, I was looking full on at a rather pretty woman in the big mirror on the wall. I turned on my heels and went straight to the bathroom scales. There was no way a one hundred-eighty pound man could look that good. I was right, too. According to the scale, I now only weighed a little less than one hundred-thirty.

It wasn't a conscious thought per se, but the complete and total loss of my manhood registered when I went back to the mirror and looked again. I should have been mad as hell right then, but my brain registered it as a very pleasing sight and the nervousness I had been feeling since early this morning just melted away.

When I left for the mall in the tiny outfit I had to wear, I wore a long rain coat over it to cover me till I was in the mall and ready to work. While I was at the salon earlier, at the last minute Karen had pierced my ears and given me a pretty bracelet and necklace to match the earrings. She said it made my appearance as a female seem more real.

We had kids lined up as far as the eye could see and when we took a break around eight or so for some dinner, the crowd was really let down. We ate as quickly as we could and got back to work.

I had no idea Tammy had someone there video taping the whole thing that night. And when we called it a night, Santa said, once the younger kids had came in and seen us, it would slow down quite a bit. Tammy was asleep when I got home, so I just undressed and got in bed with her.

I did my morning run with no bra and a lot of things on my mind. There were a lot of questions that Tammy just would not answer, add to that my sexual frustration and you can guess things between she and I were not going very well at all.

Tuesday and Wednesday at the mall it was a mad house with kids running all over the place. Thursday was much slower and by Friday there was a slight rush just before quitting time and that was it. Tammy and I had hardly spoken all week since she refused to answer my questions and I didn't see that changing anytime soon.

It was Christmas eve and even though things were not good between us, I gave her the huge diamond ring I had bought her as a gift. She smiled really big and kissed me like it was a normal thing to do. I told her I wanted my manhood back by morning and her smile just got bigger.

It was well past bedtime and when I got to the bedroom and undressed, I saw the doctor's scissors on the night stand that she would use to remove the stitches. I laid down and waited for her to come to bed.

I was plenty tired that night and fell asleep before she got there. Now she was kissing the back of my neck and had one hand between my legs playing with the slit that looked like a vagina. When I rolled over towards her, her mouth fell full on my left breast and it caused a shiver to run the full distance of my spine. I let out a slight moan of pleasure and pulled her even closer to me.

I felt her fingers probe the hole between my legs and the more she did the better it began to feel. Then I felt the hard plastic vibrator she had make its way into that same hole. She pushed it in and out slowly at first, but then when I spread my legs as if to give her full access, she picked up the tempo.

She moved her mouth to my right breast and the sensations that poured through my body would not be denied much longer. I felt the vibrator start and it felt like I was getting a hand job with a vibrator. She had to stop soon or I felt like I would explode from the inside out.

Then my back arched and I pushed my pelvis up to meet the next push of the vibrator. My body rocked back and forth several times and then the rush of an orgasm completely engulfed me.

I was wide awake now and we were both in need of a shower. As we stood in the shower together with the hot water pounding our bodies, she just gave a really big smile and slipped her enema nozzle up my butt.

"As soon as the urge hits, stop it and let it out in the toilet," she smiled.

She was being playful and she hadn't been for more months than I could remember, so I played along.

I let the water flow as long as I could stand it, then expelled it in the toilet and got back in the shower. We played with each other's breasts and I rubbed her clit well enough for her to have an orgasm right in the shower.

As quickly as she recovered, the nozzle was back up my butt and, again, I took all I could, then got out and expelled it in the toilet. This time it was mostly clear water.

"Want your other Christmas present now?" She asked with an almost evil grin.

We got out of the shower and dried off, then headed for the bedroom. She stopped me at the foot of the bed and asked me to lean forward over it. I felt her put some lube on my butt and then I felt her finger go deep inside me. She was gentle and told me to relax as she was just playing and wasn't going to hurt me.

She was actually massaging my prostrate and cum was already dripping from the hole between my legs. With her tiny hands and fingers it didn't hurt at all and I was actually getting aroused all over again. Then when I was well relaxed, she slipped the anal plug in and I accepted with no problems at all.

She had a thing about anal sex, but not in the way you might imagine. She had an anal plug she liked to use on a regular basis. With the plug in her butt, she was like a wild woman and wanted to ball all night long. Something about feeling it through the wall of her canal really turned her on.

When I stood and walked around to my side of the bed, I fully felt the intruder in my butt. She picked up the scissors on the night stand to cut away the stitches, I guessed. I stopped her and asked if she was up for a repeat performance.

She smiled and said, "Anytime you are."

Round two was even better than round one. As we enjoyed the after glow, she told me she too had her plug in tonight and hoped we could share many more night like this. Round three and four didn't compare and it was almost daylight by the time we dosed off.

Christmas that year was the best ever and we spent most of the day in bed together stopping once to eat and have a very light snack. Tammy knew all to well I had an easily abdicable personality. Now, for all intents and purposes, I was addicted to female form of sex. She had me right where she wanted me.

Between Christmas and New Years she worked a lot of hours and neither of us got much in the way of sex. When she offered me an evening gown and an invite to a party as a prelude to a wonderful night of sex later on, I jumped at the chance.

We left the house looking like two women on the prowl to my thinking. And we both had our plugs in place like a reminder of what was to come later. We both had to shoo the men away for the time that we were there. Yes, we did stay till midnight, but a minute after we were headed home and straight to bed.

The fireworks at the party had nothing on what happened that night in bed. Maybe it was the wine or maybe it was the week long dry spell we had been in, but that night I let her take me with a strap-on. I felt it slide inside me and even at the odd angle with the stitches still in place, I felt the plug as it rubbed against the dildo inside me. That pushed me right over the edge so many times that night I lost count.

She didn't have to suggest that I start my private practice as a female. The first Monday of January I went to my office wearing a female's skirt suit. It didn't take long to get the office ready and by lunch I had interviewed my first client as a female. I didn't take the case though.

Just before the end of the month, I was looking through the mail at home and found a large envelope addressed to me. Inside was a full and complete ID for me all saying I was a female now. At the very bottom of the papers was the uncontested divorce Tammy had given me. We had no community property issues, as we both had houses and land and such, long before we married. She kept hers and I kept mine or so said the divorce papers.

When I confronted Tammy with them, she said there was a law that prevented two women from being married. I knew she was right, but then...my brain kicked in and I had to wonder if I really was a female. All the paper work said I was, but I had never made a decision to be so.

I was born with the name of James Thompson and now, according to all the papers, I was officially Jenny Thomas. In truth, she had been calling me Jenny ever since the week of Christmas. And I had used that name when my first client came in my office.

On Valentine's day we went out and had a great meal and some great sex at home later. I can only assume that having my sexual appetite fulfilled kept me from pushing her for the answers to the questions I had. Misdirection is the official term for that. Keep a body busy watching the front door and you can probably walk right in the back one.

By mid-March, when spring officially arrived, it already felt like summer. Tammy and I had already been laying out by the pool on the weekend and I had the bikini lines to prove it. My questions were still being deflected with night after night of great sex, so at this point I had become content.

Then just before my birthday on the last day of April, Bobby Brooks came walking in my office. He was a member of the team I had worked with back when and when I saw him, all those memories came flooding back.

"They got you, didn't they," he said.

In an instant, I was fully aware of my situation. He saw the lights come on as I became fully aware of all the changes that had happened to my body.

"We agreed to never see each other again," I replied.

"Don't feel bad, they got me, too. I have some time before I will have to dress the part, but the damage is done," he said.

"Are you sure they are the ones that did this to...us?" I replied.

"As sure as I can be. You married his daughter. I have been a prisoner in the basement of her clinic for most of ten months now. Her house is wired for video and sound and I have watched every minute of the things she has done to you and how," he added.

"Brainwashing?" I asked.

"The worst kind," he replied.

"You recall that Island in Nassau we talked about?" I asked.

"Your father's old place? Sure," he replied.

I gave him the key and the code to turn off the alarm system.

"Get there as quick as you can and stay there. I will be along as soon as I take care of business here," I spat.

"If you're thinking about revenge, don't. All she has to do is give you a roll in the hay and you're back to where you were before I arrived," he said.

"If she held you for ten months, there has to be a reason you're free now. It seems from what she has done to me, that she wasn't finished with you. So you can bet we are being watched and they want what we took from them. Don't you think?"

"So while they will follow me, you plan to make her confess?" He all but asked.

"Kinda," I replied.

"Lots of luck and I hope I see you there," he said, as he headed for the door.

Almost seven years ago Gary, Ted, Bobby and I were air dropped into the backyard of Pablo Escobar. We were part of the war on drugs, but not there for him. There was a man high up in the government that had one son and one daughter that we were there for. He was using his official contacts to ship drugs for Pablo.

There was a ten million dollar deal going down that weekend and we were there to stop it, as the drugs were to be shipped to the U.S. on an American cruise ship, no less.

Four men against a whole drug cartel is not good odds, but it was the job that we were asked to do. We hiked through the jungle for two days before we got ourselves in position at the port of Columbia. After the money was exchanged, one of Pablo's men shot the buyer. We knew he was an undercover agent and, apparently, so did Pablo's man.

Gary and Ted charged the dock and were killed by Pablo's men. Brooks and I waited a few second to get a good eye on all the players and then from our nest we took them down, one man at the time. The last man standing that worked for Pablo shot the government man and then we shot him.

Brooks and I made a snap second decision to take the money and run and we did. We left a few bills on the dock area to make it look like another cartel had done the deed and in the end, that was just what Pablo thought had happened.

Then of all things to happen, the son and daughter decide to turn state's evidence and the U.S. gives them a free ride here. Witness protection changed their names, of course, and they started a new life here. Problem was they thought we, that is, Brooks and I, had killed their father that night on the docks and that was not the truth. I had the video to prove it in my storage locker.

Yes, the U.S. knew we had the money and had agreed to let us keep it after the standard seven year statute of limitations had passed. Brooks and I only kept eight million, the rest we divided evenly and gave it to Gary and Ted's widows.

When Brooks and I left the service, we vowed to never see each other again till we could have the money. Too many people knew we had it, just not where and if they caught us together, they might try to get that information and the money as well.

I did my last year of law school and moved out west. I had no idea I had landed in the same town as the son and daughter had, nevermind that I had been working for the son and, eventually, married the daughter. If you're thinking I felt thoroughly set up right about now, give yourself an A+.

Tammy had no way to know who I was. I had gone to great lengths to cover up my past and there was only one person still alive that knew the truth and that was Brooks. The time line didn't fit, if what he told me was correct. Ten months ago Tammy and I were still very much in love and very happy.

Someone else had to know at least enough to get her started on the trail. Our meeting in Hawaii could have been staged and who's to say if she ever really loved me or not. The whole thing could have been one very elaborate set up. Only Tammy could tell me what I needed to know and confessions never come easy.

When I closed up the office that day, I went straight to my storage locker and put the weapons I had there in the trunk of the car. Also, I got the last vile of a rather powerful drug that would help me get a confession from Tammy. The best part was that she wouldn't remember a thing after it was out of her system. And, as an added bonus, I could make some suggestions to her subconscious that she would for sure follow through on.

Tammy, along with whoever was helping her, were about to be busted. That night, like always, I made the coffee before we went to bed. I put some of the drugs in the water and set the timer so when she got up, the coffee would be made and ready.

I left a little early that morning for my run just to insure I was back when she got the first cup of coffee. It took only a few seconds for the drug to hit her system and she would tell me anything I asked her to, once it did. In a way, I wasn't so sure I wanted to know everything. Especially, if her love for me had been a lie from the start. She had just poured her first cup and was sitting at the table when I walked in.

Chapter 3

"Did you have a good run?" She asked.

"Yes," I replied. "I always like it when its cool in the morning like it is now."

She tipped the cup to her lips and took her first sip. Her back was turned to the counter where the coffee pot was, so I fixed myself a cup of hot cocoa. She would assume it was coffee and that was just what I wanted.

When I sat back down, I could see already that her pupils were dilated and I knew the moment of truth was at hand.

"What are you doing to James and why?" I asked straight out.

"I changed him into a girl, but Alex forced me to," she paused. "He thinks James was one of the men that killed my father or started the gun fight that got him killed," she added.

"And now that you have changed him into a girl, what are you supposed to do next?" I asked.

"I am supposed to turn him into a whore so Alex can use him in one of the brothels. He is resistant though. Alex says I should use stronger brainwashing, but I can't do it," she paused, as a tear rolled down her cheek.

"How did you find out who was there the night your father was killed?" I asked.

"Captain Bridges. His son was the undercover buyer at the meeting and he was killed as well. Bridges thinks James and Brooks killed him, too, and took the money he was carrying that night," she answered.

"Is there anyone else involved in this plan?" I asked.

"Someone Bridges calls Gerald, but I haven't seen or met him," she replied.

She took another sip of the coffee and I questioned her for most of an hour. Now that I knew the workout CD was part of the brainwashing, I didn't work out with her that morning.

Before she came back to her senses, I suggested to her that she would soon see evidence that what she had been told about James and Brooks was not true and that she should stop any and all brainwashing after that.

Tonight, when she got home from work, I would show her the tape. I wasn't in it at all, since it was a cam attached to my helmet that caught what happened that night. She would know the truth, however ugly it was, and that would be the last of the brainwashing for me.

Form my office computer, I sent Brooks an e-mail all in code so even if it was intercepted, nobody would have a clue what it really said. I told him he and I were not safe, but I had a plan to insure that would change and quickly so. I would not arrive till sometime after the fourth of July.

Bridges had a meeting planned with Alex and Tammy at the air show on the fourth of July. I planned to attend that meeting and take care of the business the best way I knew how. Their attempt to turn Brooks and I into whores had not worked, but we were the fairer sex now. I figured equal punishment would fit the bill.

That night at home with Tammy milling about the house, I put the tape in and started it. She walked by and saw her father on the screen and asked me about the tape.

I told her a client had given it to me, as some questions about the operation had come to light. We watched it through several times and I pointed out who was who and just how it all really happened. She never said she knew anybody on the tape, but I caught her wiping a tear before she left me to do whatever.

She knew the truth now no matter how hard it was to accept. I had also stopped by the video store on the way home and got us a new, more advanced, workout CD. I wasn't going to chance trusting her just yet.

For the next month I spent a lot of time working on my new case often not getting home till she was in bed. The thing about brainwashing is that you have to keep it up and reinforce it on a regular basis or it will wear off in time.

By the first of May, she decided it was time to cut and remove the stitches between my legs. I resisted a little just to make it seem that I was still under her influence, but she insisted they had to go.

When she took the stitches out, there was a line of holes down both sides of my new vagina. She put small silver hoop earrings in the holes and I admit they looked rather cute. I didn't question her as to what had happened to my penis, I just accepted things as I saw them and we moved on. If I made too much of a fuss, she would know that I knew the truth and I didn't want that, not yet anyway.

She became very cuddly in bed after that. Often we fell asleep with her hand laying flat on my vagina. She hadn't shown any signs of remorse for what she had done to me, maybe she was just proud of her work. Either way, sex was still off the menu. That was what I thought until I awoke one morning with the butt plug firm up my butt.

I tried not to act as if this was something unusual and did my morning run with the intruder still there. It seemed really big to look at, but the shape, I guess, was formfitting enough to make it comfortable. Granted, you knew it was there. You just had to resist the urge to push it out and that wasn't too easy at times.

After our aerobic workout, I took a shower with her and that was when I realized she had hers in as well. If we had sex, I had no memory if it at all. At work all I had on my mind was sex or the lack of it. And everything seemed to be at least a day behind. Had she somehow stolen a full day of my life?

Bridges had access to the drug I had used on her and if he had given her some to use on me, she could do that and more. I had the antidote for the drug as well. You never know what the enemy might do if they caught you and figured out what you were doing. The more I tried, the more I realized I had no memory of what we did Sunday. It was Monday now. I surmised that she might still be being forced to follow through on the plan she had started by Alex.

All week long I took small doses of the antidote each day. I wanted to have it built up in my system before the weekend and I didn't dare take it home with me. Friday, I took a double dose of it and went home like normal. The drug had a mildly bitter taste to it, but by the time you realized it, it was too late.

Saturday was a rather normal day, but Sunday night at dinner she gave me the drug in my tea. I had tasted it before so I knew she did it. I tried to act the same I had seen other people act when they were given the drug. Thankfully, I was not really under the affects of it.

She told me to shower and clean myself out and put the new plug she had for me in. My clothes would be on the bed when I was done. We had things to do and time was short.

I suspected the new plug was a test to see if I was really under the influence of the drug. If I was, I would do it no matter what. It was much bigger than the one I already knew about and longer as well. When I finally worked it in, I could feel it pressing against my bladder as well as see the tip of it poking at my lower belly area. It took several minutes to overcome the urge to push it out.

Tammy stood by the bed with a rather sturdy looking corset in hand. It had build in cups for my boobs and I closed it in the front while she handled the lacing in the back. In a matter of minutes, my waist was reduced to something like you might see on a Barbie doll.

She suggested that after tonight my ultimate goal was wear it 24/7 and to get it fully closed in the back. I would wear stockings and the corset from now on and on a daily basis till this was accomplished.

I had to go along or break the illusion that I was under her control. I wasn't happy about it, but I wanted to know if she was doing this willingly or being forced. Furthermore, I needed to know just how they planned to do whatever they had on their mind.

I rolled the stocking up my legs and attached them to the garters like I had done it all my life. A pair of white ruffled panties and then the french maid's uniform, along with some super high heels, finished my attire for the night. Thankfully, the heels weren't platforms, even though it felt like I was walking on stilts.

She drove us straight to the brothel where Alex spent all his time. Yes, this is the same Alex that once was my boss. He owned several casinos, as well as the brothels. All well hidden under a rather aboveboard looking company.

Almost as soon as I was in the door, he stripped me of the panties and checked to see if the butt plug was there. I felt dirty just having him touch me the way he did.

He led me into a rather dark room and put a spreader bar between my legs and cuffed it to my ankles. Then he bent me over a tall padded sawhorse and cuffed my wrists to the wall just inches from the end of my reach. I was spread eagle and bent over the way I was, it was easy access to my butt and vagina.

Alex took a seat to my left and Tammy took a seat to my right. I could see them both, but that was about all. Then a man walked in and gave Alex five hundred dollars, he dropped his pants and moved behind me and then fucked like there was no tomorrow. Thankfully, the sawhorse was bolted to the floor or the force he used would have pushed me to the floor.

Ten men in all had me that night. None of them were gentle and every stroke seemed to push the plug deeper and deeper inside me. It's called pulling the train and it's supposed to make a woman want sex on a regular basis. Right now I would say it did not have that desired affect.

Before we left that night, Tammy and Alex had a full blown argument. "She has already made the money we owe to Bridges. You have your revenge. If we keep pushing this, she could break. Then what will we do?" She added."

"This man killed our father and yet you have compassion for him?" Alex spat.

"I saw the tape of what happened that night. Pablo's man shot our father and he is dead now. Vengeance wont bring him back," she all but shouted.

When I am done you can do with him as you wish. Remember I am the one who keeps your clinic open and running," he replied in a cold tone.

As she drove us home, she poured out her heart to me. She told me how sorry she was for being part of this and how she really had no choice. Bridges was as much at fault as Alex was. He, too, wanted revenge for his dead son. "I hope one day you will remember all of this and know I did what I did because I had to. Alex and Bridges both would kill me if I didn't."

At home she cleaned up my well used vagina and put me in bed wearing the corset. I laid on the bed and watched as she changed out most of the clothes in my closet for stuff with a smaller waistline. This would all but force me to wear the corset.

I was fully aware of everything that happened that night and not proud of it at all. Knowing what I knew now, I had to alter my plan a little. At some point I would have to see if Tammy's feelings of remorse were real as I would need her help.

The corset slowed my morning run on Monday and I skipped the aerobics altogether. I thanked Tammy for the gift, the corset that is, as she explained it away as a birthday present. She knew I hated bras and the way the straps cut into my skin after just a few hours.

At work I divided out the antidote so it would last till July first. I had till then to see if Tammy was really on my side or not. I noticed that the cups of the corset seemed a bit big but didn't question it right off. When she offered me some pain killers to help me make my goal of getting the corset fully closed, I took that as a sign of remorse as well.

I made a trip to the brothel every weekend in May. And, yes, each visit went the same as the first. Tammy tightened the corset more every day and by the end of the month it was fully closed. Granted, I had lost some thirty odd pounds in the process, but it was done now.

Before we went to the brothel on the second weekend of June, she added some saline to my breasts and now I filled the cups of the corset to the max. I didn't really know how to measure them, but I guessed I was at least a D cup and maybe a double D.

By the end of June, the corset was no longer tight and didn't hurt at all. It was time to come clean with Tammy and see if what I thought I knew was right.

One of the casinos that Alex owned was having a celebrity roast this weekend and I had bought us tickets. Since it was her birthday, when I asked her to go with me, she agreed. I knew full well what would happen come Sunday night and I wanted it to stop.

I wore a very formfitting evening dress that would not allow for the corset. That was the first night I had been without it in two months. With my larger breasts and now almost tiny waist, I had a figure most women would die for. I spotted the five inch heels in the bottom of the closet and they matched the dress well enough, so I wore them that night.

Tammy was equally well dressed and knowing there would be drinks served tonight I was hoping she would indulge herself. To say she couldn't hold her liquor was a very true statement. Drunk or not we were going to talk later tonight and it might make that go more easily if she was.

We took my car and I drove so I suggested that I would be the designated driver. That opened the door for her to drink all she wanted. At the event we laughed till we were both hurting from it. She had just finished her third mixed drink when it ended and we headed home. She was tipsy, to say the least.

At home I poured a few cups of coffee down her just to make sure she didn't get sleepy and try to brush me off.

"So when were you going to tell me the truth? I mean, I am really a woman now," I dropped the bomb.

Her face went flush and her eyes got wide as the cup she was drinking from. I have already hacked your computer. I know everything, so you might as well confess now.

"If you already know, why should I confess?" she spat.

"I know about the brothel and the trips we have made there. I know about Alex and Bridges as well," I added.

"If you know all of that, then you know if I confess, they will kill me and you will spend the rest of your life at the brothel," she added.

"No, they wont kill you. I can make other arrangements for them. I know you know the truth about what happened the night your father was killed. What I need to know now is whose side you're really on," I paused. "I know about Brooks as well," I added.

"If you have my computer files, then you know as a doctor I would not do something like this to anybody, unless I was forced to," she added. "Whatever plans you have I will go along with so long as they are out of the picture."

"Fair enough. Tomorrow you call Alex and let him know something has happened and we won't be there on Sunday, leave the rest to me," I added.

Bridges' wife had passed on long ago. With his son gone, too, he fancied himself as a ladies man. Tammy was supposed to pick him up at the airport, but they had never met before. I would pick up Bridges and if he could resist a woman that looked like me, he was a better man than I gave him credit for. He was out of the military now so that was a plus as well.

I wore a mini skirt and halter top to the airport that day and Bridges was all smiles when I introduced myself as Tammy. I headed for the clinic and told him I had to check on a patient before I took him to his motel room.

As soon as we stepped out of the car at the clinic, I pulled my pistol and shot him in the crotch. Tammy helped me get him inside and down to the basement where she had kept Brooks at that time. He passed out quickly from the loss of blood and the brainwashing started right then. He would become the whore I was supposed to be.

I had to wait till Alex left for the air show to get close enough to him. The crowd was shoulder to shoulder and when I shot him in the leg, nobody had a clue how it had happened. He was quick to tell the ambulance worker to take him to his sister's clinic and they did. He passed out as well on the way there.

Once he was in the basement with Bridges, Tammy mended his wound and woke him up. She was already half done with the new vagina for Bridges and when Alex awoke, he could see it all too well.

I gave him the options as Tammy stood by the bed with scalpel in hand. He could lose his manhood the same as Bridges or sign over everything he had to Tammy and I and become a boy toy for Brooks. I already knew he was gay, so it was punishment either way. He took the second option and didn't have to think about it for long.

I got to personally do the brainwashing for Alex and with his penile implant Brooks could make him hard any time he wanted it. By the time I was done with him, he thought Brooks was the prettiest thing he had ever seen. He would be a very loyal boy toy now and we sent him off to Nassau the next week.

Bridges got everything he had given Tammy for me. He cussed me every day and Tammy, as well, at times. It took most of a year for Tammy to do all the work she needed to do, but by the time we shipped him off to the brothel, he was more than glad to lay on his back and fuck for money.

I stuck around for the first year as the C.E.O. of the company Alex had owned. Tammy remarried and I trained him to take my place for most of another year. There was virtually no investigation into the shooting of Alex and Tammy brushed what little there was under the rug with ease.

There was never a missing person's report filed for Bridges either and that was a good thing as well. I guess nobody really missed him enough to care.

I wore the corset the whole time I was in the states and while my figure is pretty well set I wear it from time to time even now. A great figure can be a girl's best asset.

Brooks and I divided up the money when I moved to the island and he built his own place just down the road from mine. Alex keeps Brooks plenty satisfied, as far as the bedroom is concerned, but you can tell he hates every minute of it.

Almost ever year there is a teeny bikini contest here on the island. I have won it four years running and while I'm sure they can tell I lay out nude by the lack of tan lines, they all seem to have a real problem guessing my age.

My waistline is still the same as it was when I wore the corset full time. My breasts are still big and stand out rather proud with just a hint of that natural sag. One reporter got close when he guessed I was thirty-nine. Most think I am still in my early twenties. I take those guesses as a testament to the fine work Tammy did so long ago.

Men are easy come and easy go if I want one. I'll take my plug and good vibrator over a long term romance any day. How old am I really? Well, let's just say I joined the over forty crowd at least five years ago, more or less. Lest we forget there are two questions you never ask a lady. Her age and weight.

P.S. For those men really looking for that long term relationship, well, there are two words you really need to know... "Yes, Dear."