Soldier of Missfortune 8

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Soldier of Missfortune 8
by Angharad

Copyright © 2011 Angharad
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“You look better than I expected,” Mum said as she came in to sit by my bed.

“It’s good to see you–I didn’t expect you–so this is a lovely surprise.”

“I wasn’t sure about coming after I had such a shock the last time we met.”

“Oh that–yeah–I don’t know how much Colonel Stone prepared you for that.”

“He said we’d have a shock–he wasn’t kidding, was he? Your dad’s blood pressure has been up ever since.”

“It didn’t exactly do much for mine.”
“No–but at least you’re getting what you wanted out of it. I don’t know where we went wrong.”

“Hang about–getting what I wanted out of it? I told you in my letter that this was all the army’s fault.”

“You did not, you said how you’d always wanted to be a girl and you hoped we’d understand. Your dad was happy to have a son who wasn’t too butch, but he didn’t think you were gay or anything.”

“I’m not gay.”

“No, you’re in denial aren’t you?”

“No I’m not.”

“You must be if you want a vagina and men to have sex with you–it’s too much for me–and your dad is a broken man–to think we produced you.”

“If that’s what you think why did you come?”

“To try and talk you out of doing anything irrevocable.”

“You’re too late–they’ve done it.”

“You’re a woman?”

“Apparently–wanna look?”

“Don’t be disgusting. So you went ahead with it despite our pleading you not to. I’m sorry Alexander, but I have nothing more to say to you. I had a son–I don’t need a daughter.”

I was so upset I couldn’t seem to answer her, that she was believing the black propaganda–none of which was true–the fact that I left my balls in a tree isn’t even being mentioned–that I was unconscious when they did it–hasn’t been raised–no one is listening to me. Don’t I count in all this somewhere?”

I got so upset, I refused to eat and pulled the drip out twice–they zapped me with a tranquiliser injection and I slept for about twenty hours and woke feeling like I’d been out on the piss all night.

“Hello, sleepyhead.”

I half recognised the voice, I peered and saw Clare, one of Reynolds’ daughters, the elder one.

“Hello,” I said trying to use the energy of her smile to boost my own low levels.

“We heard about the accident–Todd had been drinking hadn’t he?”

“I can’t remember anything about it.”

“And you got a torn bladder?”

“So they say. I can hardly argue can I?”

“I s’pose not. Daddy feels quite upset by it all, inviting you to the dinner party and then nearly getting you killed by friendly fire.”

“That’s one way of putting it, I suppose.”

“Cheer up–at least you didn’t damage your pretty face or those amazing boobs.”

“That seems a strange thing for a girl to say.”

“Does it?” she blushed scarlet.

“Yes, I’d have thought it was the sort of thing that a boy would say.”

“Or a gay woman.”

“I hadn’t got that far, but yes I could imagine one saying it–not that I know any I can ask to verify it.”

“You do now.”

“No, Clare, I said I didn’t know an–oh.” Now it was my turn to blush.

“I tried boys but they didn’t do anything for me–like going out with kids–but girls–we’re so much more mature and well–you know?”

I didn’t actually but was frightened to say I didn’t in case she thought I was a twit.

“But then you’re a virgin, aren’t you?” She continued to make me blush.

“Not any more–they went through there to fix my bladder apparently.”

She blushed, “Sorry, I didn’t mean it quite like that–you’re a very pretty girl, Lexi.”

“I didn’t think so,” I said and began to feel my eyes filling with moisture.

“Oh, Lexi, don’t cry–you’re beautiful, really you are.” She gave me a little hug–as much as the drip would allow–and my whole body went all fuzzy. She looked at me and said, “You enjoyed that, didn’t you?”

I sniffed and nodded, “How d’ya know?”

“Because your nipples are standing out about half a mile.”

“I’m sorry,” I blushed redder than ever.

“It’s okay–do I detect a kindred spirit?”

“You mean–am I–um–l?”

“Lesbian–perhaps a lipstick variety.”

“I dunno–how would I know–I mean I’ve never thought of it before.”

“Oh–most of us just know–so maybe you aren’t.”

“I think I might enjoy finding out,” I blushed even redder and felt like I was about to catch fire.

“Excuse me?” she said and gave me a strange look.

I didn’t know where to look, I felt about six inches tall and wanted to fall into a hole and have it cover me up quickly–yet she was the most exciting person I’d ever seen–if I hadn’t decorated a hedgerow with it–my little thingy would have been standing proud like mini tent pole.

“I think you’re one of the most beautiful women I’ve ever seen, Clare.”

She gave me another funny look, “What’s that supposed to mean–you fancy me or something?”

I’m sure I could smell burning I was so hot with embarrassment. I blushed and nodded.

“Oh,” she said and looking at her watch said, “I’ve gotta go–see ya.” She rushed off as if she was late for an appointment–perhaps she was. I sat back and wept–I’d probably made a complete fool of myself–I’d lost the opportunity to tell my mother the truth because she was so wrapped up in her own prejudices–and now I’d driven off the most beautiful girl I’d ever met. I was a failure full stop–I pulled out the drip again and the alarm went off–I got another jab and oblivion.

“Miss Montgomery, if you keep removing the drip, how can you expect to recover? Your accident caused you to lose a great deal of blood, we’re still trying to replace that–it’s expensive, and has been donated by decent folk who deserve better than you emptying it all over the floor of this room. Do I make myself clear?”

Mr Sedgewick, the urologist, was reading me the riot act.

“Look, young lady, if you intend to kill yourself I wish you’d told me before I spent nearly ten hours rebuilding your body–I could have more happily spent the time seeing someone who appreciated my efforts, played golf, or even spent time with my wife and family.”

I looked up at him and felt the tears streaming down my face. “I’m sorry,” I almost whispered it was so feeble.

“Look, dear girl, I don’t know what’s your problem but they asked me to perform miracles on your rather damaged body. I assumed that because your tiny little willie was stitched up inside your abdomen, that you didn’t have much use for it. The fact is that when I saw it, it had been torn out of its hiding place and was hanging on by a tiny flap of skin–your gonads having since departed this place–courtesy of the piece of tree which pierced your bladder and virtually amputated your penis. I managed to save a tiny bit as a clitoris, and some of the skin–hence the need to use some of your ileum. However, you’ll eventually have a very useable vagina–so do cheer up. You make a very attractive young woman–enjoy yourself–break a few hearts–get laid–life’s too short an’ all that–okay?”

I sniffed and nodded. Whatever happened in future, I was never going to re-grow the bits that were missing so maybe I did need to think of how best to survive with what I now had–or take a running jump off a short pier.

I was apparently the lucky one–Todd had lost more than his manhood–he’d lost his legs–I’d just lost a few inches of flesh and two little spherical things and gained a large hole between my legs–well it didn’t feel that large–it was all dressed in bandages with drains and things coming out and it felt a bit tender, that’s all. Actually it felt rather strange–because part of me felt like I had an erection but of what?

If I decide I want to live–and so far the only reason for doing so is to try and get some justice–I was transformed into whatever I am now against my will–or would have been if they’d actually told me what they were doing. That doesn’t include the surgeon–he did the best he could to sort out what must have been quite a mess. Given how he saw me, and how ill advised he was by others, he did the best he could–quite how I feel about it–I don’t know–I mean about it my new plumbing arrangement–the bit that goes in which should stick out–that bit.

I had no idea how long I’d been in hospital–at least a week–I think they said I’d been out for a week–so how long ago was that?

“Well, Lexi, are you going to wash yourself today?” asked the nurse.

“Exactly how long have I been here?”

“About twelve days, why?”

“Just wondered.”

“If you’d stop pulling the drip out you’d get home sooner.”

“I don’t have a home–my parent’s disowned me.”

“What for?”

“They don’t like having a daughter.”

“That’s plain stupid–you’re a very pretty girl–they should be proud of you instead of sticking their heads up their arses. Bah–people–give me cats any day.”

She left the bowl of warm water and my flannel and towel with it. I waited until she pulled the curtain across before lifting up my nightdress and pulling it off over my head–I couldn’t take it off completely because of my drip. I washed myself as best I could and dried myself. I looked at the bandage hiding the new part of me and blushed. I don’t think I’d ever seen a real pussy, except in photos and in films, and now I had one. It felt really strange–I don’t mean–it literally felt strange–well it did, wrapped up like a Christmas present–I meant–I felt strange about having it. I was so naive and so inexperienced.

I washed under and around my breasts–they so badly wanted someone to touch them–they seemed even more sensitive since my accident. Could I make it as a girl, I hardly did as a boy? I really didn’t know. Did I want to be a lesbian or did I want the hands caressing my breasts to be those of a man? I didn’t know that either. I suppose I was passive–could I be a passive lesbian? I had no idea–and besides, I’d scared off the only person who made me want to love them.

With help, I got my hair washed and that felt better–it looked real and I looked forward to when I could get my hair restyled into something softer and more feminine–hang on–oh forget it–I’m a girl now whether I like it or not–so let’s make the best of it.

They’d taken the drip out–my blood count was up to normal–hoo–bloody–ray. They’d even hinted that the packing would come out tomorrow–down below–you know. I was hoping I’d be allowed up sometime soon as well.

I was reading a book–a chick lit thing, aimed at teenagers I suspect–the plot was ludicrous, about some girl who was in love with–oh forget it. I put it down in exasperation. Once I get out of here, life really gets challenging, and I don’t just mean looking for loos with toilet paper in–boys have it so easy, wee and shake–but I mean, how do I get away from the army? They’re not going to let me go because they’d invested a lot of money in me and presumably have been setting up this hit, I have to do for some time. How do I tell them I’m not going to do it?

I was deep in thought when a familiar voice said, “Oh, you’ve done your hair differently?”

I looked up and there was Clare, “Hi,” I said smiling.

“I brought you some flowers and some chocolate–every girl needs chocolate.”

“Hmm, thanks, this one does at any rate.” She chuckled and I did too. Maybe there was a God after all.

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Soldier of Missfortune 8

How utterly sad that her mother did not hear her new daughter when she tried to tel her the truth. Me, I sincerely hope that she refuses to do what that monster wants and causes him to be courtmartiaed for his attacks upon her.

    Stanman
May Your Light Forever Shine
    Stanman
May Your Light Forever Shine

Evidence

Although it would be nice for Lexi to extract some form of legal revenge against Stone, unless she happened to win the lottery and choose a very good lawyer, it would probably be virtually impossible to win court action. After all, he's had letters home forged (and almost certainly destroyed the originals), convinced the parents their child was TG all along, and it wouldn't surprise me if having done that, by the time the mission's over they've forged records of preliminary medical / counselling sessions etc. to make it appear to a court of law that she was transgendered.

Now having said all that, Stone does seem to be going to an awful lot of trouble to physically and legally kit Lexi out for the mission, which makes you wonder if he has a personal vested interest in the mission's completion - for example, the target organisation has information on 'extra-curricular' activities Stone's been up to.

 

Bike Resources

There are 10 kinds of people in the world - those who understand binary and those who don't...

As the right side of the brain controls the left side of the body, then only left-handers are in their right mind!

After all that Lexi has been subjected to?

Andrea Lena's picture

...it makes no sense for them to expect her to have the wherewithal to accomplish anything, given that they just destroyed any reason for her to be cooperate. How could anyone perform at peak efficiency after being fucked over like this?



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Andrea Lena

  

To be alive is to be vulnerable. Madeleine L'Engle
Love, Andrea Lena

She did not get to tell Mum?

You lost me on that omission. Perhaps Mum would have been supportive. ???????????

I know that mine would have been doing hand stands.

I understand about being emotionally blindsided

as Lexi was by her mum's assertions, but at some point one simply blurts out the truth at top volume. Something like, "I told you I did not want this in my letter! If you received anything else it was a forgery!" I know Lexi is rather passive, but come on!

Otherwise, I am enjoying the story. I am rather interested in how Lexi will totally screw with the colonel's plans. She may not have balls anymore, but she does have a backbone.

SuZie

SuZie

To be fair to Alex/Lexi ...

... the thought that her letter could be intercepted in the mail wouldn't necessarily be the first thing to occur to her. After all, it's a federal offense in the States to interfere with the delivery of a piece of mail in transit, let alone intercept and replace it. Everyone who uses the US Postal Service has some expectation that no one is going to mess with their missive -- and how could she know the colonel had that level of access to the Royal Mail?

She will puzzle it out, eventually -- she pretty much tells us earlier on that she eventually knows the contents of the letter her parents received. If there is a law against tampering with the Royal Mail in the U.K. and she gets Colonel Stone to cop to it on tape, she could have his balls for breakfast ... so to speak. *grin*

Just a thought!

Randa

How VERY VERY true

Renee_Heart2's picture

I don't think that you could mess with the post in the UK eather. Yes here it is considered MAIL tampering & you would go to the federal pin for it to to lock up with the BIG BOYS!!!!
Love Samantha Renee Heart

Love Samantha Renee Heart

Her mum is SO STUPID

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Lexi's mom didn't even let her tell her side of the story all she beleaves is what the army is telling her & Lexi's dad. Maybe she can tell Clare & Clare can do something.

I'm finding this story more & more unbeleavble I know this is fiction but every bit of fiction has some bleafe to it like it could happen. This story on the other hand ummmm NO. Sorry.
Love Samantha Renee Heart

Love Samantha Renee Heart

I quote.."Maybe there was a God after all"

The larger quote is .

>>
I was reading a book—a chick lit thing, aimed at teenagers I suspect—the plot was ludicrous, about some girl who was in love with—oh forget it. I put it down in exasperation. Once I get out of here, life really gets challenging, and I don’t just mean looking for loos with toilet paper in—boys have it so easy, wee and shake—but I mean, how do I get away from the army? They’re not going to let me go because they’d invested a lot of money in me and presumably have been setting up this hit, I have to do for some time. How do I tell them I’m not going to do it?

I was deep in thought when a familiar voice said, “Oh, you’ve done your hair differently?”

I looked up and there was Clare, “Hi,” I said smiling.

“I brought you some flowers and some chocolate—every girl needs chocolate.”

“Hmm, thanks, this one does at any rate.” She chuckled and I did too. Maybe there was a God after all.
>>

If there is a god he/she is pissing on his/her life so far or so it would seem. After all the shit the coronel has done to him/her kiddo, what are the odds his sexy *lesbian daughter* isn't also a plant designed to isolate him all the more and make him, um her a compliant little woman reliant on them? Is the major even really crippled?

Ghods, next I'll be believing it was space aliens on the grassy knoll in Dallas in 63!

I agree he/ now she /though really a nothing, reproductively speaking, is too passive. But then he was in shock over the operation and how rabidly anti TG his mom was to shout back to his mom that he never wanted to be a woman, that this was all done by that bastard coronel for some secret mission, his civil rights be damned! Some people are actors in life some are reactive. He, um she reacts and often too late. The coronel sure did a number in her/his, oh what the hell's parents.

I am coming to believe this overall plan/organization was in the planning stage or even trained and on stand-by for a long time then along came a high priority mission with minimal time to waste. Thus the somewhat haphazard yet surprisingly well organized, or certainly outrageously luckly when it comes to coincidence, plan to make a man into a female agent.

Did they need a man to make the *cover * all the more perfect? IE there would be no conflicting data in her past as ALL OF IT is a fiction? And that they maybe had some sick psych theory that a skilled person stripped of all prior friendships and affiliations would make the perfect operative? Sort of US Marine boot camp taken to Machiavellian levels? Some of the comments the surgeon made about his *tiny penis tucked up in there* suggests whatever the initial surgery was and the drugs he was given were not designed to be reversed, that his feminization was a *one-way street*. His/her extreamly sensitive and large nipples, his almost female responce to sexual stimulation so soon after the surgery and hormones seems to hint at this or at his having really been a genetic woman under a male facade. That would be the surprise Happy Disney EndingTM but will his/her life ever end up happy?

So is this all dumb luck on his, um her part and a very ruthless military officer, the colonel. Or is this something long in planning and at the ready waiting for just the right mission and a suitable test subject?

Some have argued he won't fight, won't do their bidding but in his, her self-evaluation, what is there left for her? If they can do this the surely will have altered as many records of HIS the can find, plant all the *Oh I sooo want to be a woman* crap they can and do so anytime he tries to convince others else wise?

Did they expect this to be a suicide mission thus no need to worry about repercussions if she survives? Or does the mission *profile* require someone angry but in despair who has given up on-life, on their dreams. That a broken person is needed to be a success at this AND survive? That only such a person can hold *cover* well enough?

And even if he/she survives how can they possibly compensate her asuming they are willing to do so, presumably in exchange for her keeping her trap shut? Oh, this is BC and some may want to say "well being a woman is everything. The joys of it ..." CRAP. SHE is not unlike a TG person, only in her case it was forced onto him AS an adult. This was not an accident victim, this was not a person born in the wrong body but more the victim of a crime carried out by his own government on HIS behalf as it were. Let's see, alienation from both his parents and likely much/all of his extended family. Loss of any reproductive potential. Being forcibly *volunteered* into a duty he never signed up for or volunteered with. Shall we go on? Yah yah he joined the military and now is its bitch but there is duty and then there is...

Ultimately is this now train wreck of a life his/her eventual ticket to a greater tomorrow and maybe a fair share of justice for what he/she has sacrificed however unwillingly or will he/she continue to be the Universe's personal whipping boy?

Only our evil author Bonzi and his waitsperson, Ang know for sure.

John in Wauwatosa

John in Wauwatosa

John has a point

Considering just how much the Army has stepped over the line, I wouldn't be surprised if that little device Lexi is suppose to use, sets off the bomb on the spot killing her and erasing all the evidence.

Let's be real here. What kind of bomb would really get this much attention and need this much prep time? I'm thinking a nuke, probably ex-USSR, but these days who knows? Wouldn't be surprised either if the explosion was meant to take out the bomb factory.

Hey! Look who was making a BOMB and had a little accident. Forensics at ground zero? Not a chance!

He's just a CPL. who's his family has disowned so he won't be missed. No close ties or friends and has just enough knowledge to do the job without anyone being the wiser, PERFECT.

At this point, Lexi can't trust anyone, but given the way she's been treated she is vulnerable. I'm hoping that Clare is for real.

Hugs!
Grover

To be fair

Nuclear bombs are ultimately far from being the most elaborate of devices. But, they really are effective.. However, there is a point that Alex's identity is not ultimately important, at least on the first layer of intrigue. What is important on that level - is where and when the bomb is detonated.

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I'm still not sure what to think about this story. Lexi's gender destiny is pretty much set but there's still the issue with her parents and her sexual preference. And I haven't forgotten her mission. That's still looming on the distant horizon. There's plenty more to keep me here.

Thanks and kudos.

- Terry

Reading this has me really depressed now

The official in charge getting away with so much, and Alex basically giving in to everything forced upon him without fighting back... I made it through the first three chapters, then skimmed the rest, hoping at some point he would actually, I dunno, stand up for himself, instead of just giving in. Government or no, superior officer or no, nobody should just put up with what's happened to him, and frankly, in his situation it seems like risking death in exchange for having some control over your own life would be preferable to risking death for someone who doesn't give a rat's ass about the outcome. And sure enough, that's what he's gonna do, fulfill the guy's mission, who will then have his career made, and regardless of the outcome Alex will be left in the gutter with nothing.

Melanie E.

Soldier of Misfortune chpt. 7

This a very interesting story. I do hope you plan on continuing it soon.

You do don't you?

I spent 7.5 years in the Army so Know how they love to make up stories to fit their needs no matter the cost to others if they feel they need to hide something!

Anyway, good story.

Hugs

Vivi

Vivi

guesses by now that spec. ops isnt usually goverend by usual

military protoccal. just as the most likely on the bank accounts, lexi has been monitored from the time HE was selected. BTW cant sue government on certain things. the postal thing would likely be dismissed even b4 it seen the daylight & STone was likely no not likely but entirely correct if lexi became uncooperative he'd make her life hell... this doesnt sound like a normal military operation, so, you're likely lookin since it's UK, a mi5/mi6 or like i mentioned earlier in a comment.. an agency that doesnt exist on paper. just like the documentation Stone has already given lexi, she a girl period and if one went looking i'm guessing anything to do with her previous live as Alex has disappeared or replaced with Lexi showing up in it. these documents could even make it look like Lexi's from a whole different family and even if the origional one changed it's mind...well car wrecks and other things do occur. there's alot of leeway given to spec. ops and even more to more obscure agencies ... I could keep going with how or why in lots of detail, but i think anyone whom might read this will get the point. just because it offends certain sense of honor or morality may have grown up with.. others use same rational of their duty to heir jobs as they see it ... i learned that the hard way also in simular fashion but was used in other ways ... it still ends up. duty to country,queen etc... it's a perspective from a point of view on what to make of it. some times someone has to make hard choices to do things others woudlnt even consider, that's what much of the clandestine community is all about...doing things that no one wants to know they did, but happy they did it, if they ever knew it happened @ all.

my military jacket is full of those things. and subsequentionaly classified so high, i've never seen all of it and no-one else is likely ever either. Even a supreme court justice would have to give ample reason to have a looksie. it's made some of my civie reg life a bit problem-O-matic over the years spec. when trying to pry medical info i needed for later needs. took me over 5yrs to get that edited in a way i could have a copy to future issues for DR to look into when i had certain issues medically. And YES edited so from the medical perspective, a DR whom had a brain woudlnt come to wrong conclusion HOW OR WHY ... but just to know enff that maybe it did happen, and, how it might effect the current treatments. AND ONCE so far, it's saved my life, that current set of DRs had that info.
If this sounds like I'm defending Col. Stone @ associates, perhaps i am, I didnt like that type of hard ass, but knew such was the normal not long back and reason why many were such. the person not having served may never get that...
just as much as the sentiment .... ONCE A MARINE,ALWAYS A MARINE ... I never understood it's full meaning till I was back out in civillian live and even complete strangers upon knowing i had served as jarhead, we had some kinship that went beyond a former occupation. i know navy,army, etc. sorta claim it...but never to the impact the Marines took it to and even now as i'm writing this not sure a non marine would quite understand. To that end i'll conclude my little spiel with this. these same guys that seem to accept my differentness now...likely back on active would likely have slit my throat than stand next to me if they known then, but, now seem to acccept me or least tolerate the change in me now. I say most...like any group... there's always the few that just cant accept ''different'' and leave it alone. Oh well. I know they are the minority, and just keep my eyes out for the ones that cant

CLIFF HANGER

PennyElaine
Please, dear Angharad, don't leave us dangling on our finger-nails, it'll damage our varnish, or split our nails terribly. This story just HAS to go on. Her destiny needs to be fulfilled, her chocolates won't last forever!

PennyElaine

Nothing more

Well I gather that there will be no more since this story was posted in 2011....sad because it needs and ending, good or bad.

i really liked the story i

i really liked the story i would like to see how it ends keep writing :)

Good story

any chance this one is going to be concluded?

Missfortune 8?

is that it? I read this story years ago and lost track of it and now I find out that it doesn't matter cause it drops off at chapter 8 too many things left undone, bad form Angharad.
I enjoy your stories but not when they stop without an ending