Arooo....1

Arooo…1

Chapter 1

The feeling of the slip under the dress I’m wearing is so strange but in this really good way that still surprises me. This silky glide of my legs smooth now when something I never thought about losing is now forever gone. No, I was never really a transgendered person just a soldier, dying years ago diagnosed with lung cancer from too much toxic stuff on the battlefield. Transformed by the Silverbite I went from a mid fifties old soldier to this sweet young thing…Her Majesty’s age, seventeen in body.

I’m so aware of the feelings in my body as I sway back and forth putting things in my basket at the little corner shop. I’m guessing at prices. I’m utterly clueless when it comes to half the money here in the UK Pounds or Euros’ I’m pretty helpless really. I’ve never really been a number cruncher but being seventeen and blonde so I guess I’m just adding to my cover.

I never thought that I’d be doing anything like this. But the Queen came to me and she asked me. Asked me to be a scout for her, to go back into war but not like a war I’ve ever known or even heard of.

I smile at the stare I get from the clerk as he packs away my odds and ends. He thinks I’m a hottie but the stuff I’m getting is confusing him.

Tampons, matches, nail polish remover, ASA, and eight pack of Mars bars…they’re different here than back home in the states. Oh and a huge amount of meat, steaks, liver, kidneys beef mostly but there’s some welsh lamb chops in there too…they’re like the bars addictive and sweet in their own way. Then there’s the dozen large cans of Boddingtons…thank god my faked ID’s are me being twenty two. I’d have gone nuts being the new me without a few beers at the end of the day.

I’m still so not used to men, guys staring at me like they do. Supernatural DNA reconfiguration I look like some of my female relatives only better, something the majik did cast out some of the unfavorable genes. I’m a ginger, a red head and with perky C-cup breasts and pale creamy skin and I’ll have to admit I’m hot.

Or my wife thinks I am.

Yeah, I’m married, still married even.

I was dying in the hospital when the Queen came to me. Offered me this chance, this new life and I was dying…Kelly said yes, begged me to say yes and we signed out my discharge papers and went home. The Queen came and we shared each others blood in an almost blood brother like ritual a cut on both of our right palms and It felt like I was holding a 220 live electrical cable after a few minutes. Then she bit me. Shifted and bit me.

I remember pain and heat, a fever unlike anything I had ever felt and it went on forever it seemed. It hurt too, all I could do was pant and try to breathe through all the pain and it even hurt to breathe.

I woke up like this and I walked out of the bedroom to where Kelly was pacing and chewing her nails. “You shouldn’t chew them like that, you always hate when you chew your nails.”

“Eric?”

“Yeah, well Erica I guess now. So…uhm… how do I look?”

“You look amazing old…well young enough to be our daughter.”

“I’m not calling you mom.” I was trying to move, trying to figure out how to move as I walked over to her…a completely new body, different centre of gravity and boobs, moving wasn’t hard but it was awkward almost socially…personally…I mean how do you walk up to your best friend and wife of twenty six years looking like a seventeen year old girl.

Her suddenly stepping forward and kissing me totally caught me off guard. But them again Kelly’s never really been big on patience. Not knowing how this’d effect “Us” was likely driving her nuts. My first thought was …What!…then…wait this wasn’t that bad…oh…oh…I felt my skin go all sensitive and my nipples hardened and I cupped my wife’s familiar breasts in my unfamiliar hands and felt her push against me….I ached and felt myself get aroused… I giggled for the first time in my life as Kelly push walked me back to our bed. “You want this Erica? …You want me to eat you up?”

“Oh God yes Kelly…take me, touch me, please…”

“Oh thank god I experimented in college.”

………………………………......... “Miss, uhm …” the clerks listing off a price and I blink and pass him my credit card and then my ID as he runs my stuff through. I was never into guys and part of me was scared that If I was straight as a guy I’d be straight as a girl but nothing changed between me and Kelly except for everything…

It got better….I never got a lot of stuff out of my system and just…everything and when there were things that came up like during the times we hunted the templars minions down in the gangs and stuff I’d lose it. Those times when the PTSD stuff would come out instead of me being able to shove it down deep and bury it…and it’d just bubble up inside me and burst out. Most times I’d scream and throw things…punch the walls or wake up crying over stuff that happened twenty years ago…But I just couldn’t stuff the evil genie back in.

I did mention better right? I was, running out of steam and not able to be the guy I was It came out. And I talked, and talked and talked to my wife more than I ever was able to before and we fell in love all over again and she became more than my rock, she became this different version of herself….or it was the her being physically older than me but I found myself being the “Girl” in our marriage.

No not it those bad ways but her being more aggressive in showing me how to enjoy being a woman. Just thinking of her in a push up bra and her state trooper shirt and a strap on makes my pussy ache in memory.

I’m getting turned on again here in the shop just thinking about her. I need to get home and Skype with her as soon as I can.

I’m living in Bexley; it’s this rough and tumble area with a good deal of what I’m looking for.

I’m at one of the corners waiting for the lights to change when I see a really odd bit. A van like one of those ones that construction contractors use stop and pick up three guys on the other side of the street. All three of them are Hurstwood Boys…getting into a van with two members of Red Alert and three Frobisher boys…all three sets are on my potential watch list. All three are gangs that are holding to white supremist values. There’s some guys in the front in their forties, one is rough looking, a big nasty looking biker guy the other skinny short haired, business like I see a tiny flash of a white collar.

“Dammit.” I already know what this is. Who they are, Templar’s on a recruiting run more than likely. I look around and see a fellow getting into his Beemer…BMW and I run over to his car as he’s getting in and damn it’s hard to run in heels, heck it’s hard to run as a girl with stuff bouncing around and stuff. I jump into his backseat with my bags of groceries. “Follow that van.”

“Pardon me, but what the hell?”

“It’s a matter of life and death please follow that van.”

I try to be the earnest sweet young desperate thing. I’m not girly experienced but Kelly had taken me on little flirting trips to the malls and stuff before I had to ship out. He’s looking at me and checking me out. He’s cute, actually has that young college look to him with blonde hair and blue eyes. Yes I kind of notice men, I’ve never been interested, interested but curious yes…sort of? I notice the sweep of his eyes over my boobs, I’ve got great boobs, but then he’s looking me in the eyes.

He turns away. “Alright damn bloody yanks, what so important about this van anyhow?”

“I think they might be terrorists.”

“Jesus, Mary and Joseph…we should be calling the Plod then.”

“The what? Speak English.”

“Hey, I am speaking English, you’re in bloody England if it hasn’t escaped you’re knowledge. What I’m not speaking is American how’s about you damned Yanks learn to speak proper for a change. Oh wait you’re American change is what the world does for you lot isn’t it?”

“You got a thing against Americans?”

“Oh no, I just enjoy being car jacked by a sarky young woman who’s trying to tell me how to speak my own language whilst I follow a builders van.”

“Sarky?”

“Aye Snarky?”

“Snarky? I was asking Sarky”

“Well you’re both?”

“Wait both? What the hell does Sarky mean?”

“Try the dictionary, you might find a self portrait.”

“Fuck you.”

“No thanks, and it’s sod off, how about you learn to speak English.”

I’ve never wanted to smack someone so hard in my life!, I mean…I…dammit! Men! It’s got to be a man thing. I was never this much a pain in the ass when I was a guy. I’m not used to getting beaten up by verbal banter. He’s got his phone out and I crawl dress and all up over the seat and snatch in from his hands. The car swerves a bit and I see us almost hit one of the damned buses and I look at him he’s staring at me and yells.

“AREYOU OUT OF YOUR FLIPPING MIND?”

“No!, I need you to follow the van but we need to keep the “Plod” (Yes I even do air quotes.) out of this I don’t trust them with this.”

“You don’t trust them with this? They’re the Po-lice (He says it like I’m slow.) it their job.”

“Look…”

He blinks at me then gets my pause. “Oh Justin…and You are?”

“Erica, now look, I’m over her Justin tracking a terrorist group that are bringing in white kids from the local gangs, I’ve been here for weeks and this is my first real lead. I can’t involve the locals because these guys are connected Justin and I don’t know how deep. I’ve got one thing going for me and that’s they’ve got no idea who I am. The cops get involved and my name get’s out there and everything changes Justin.”

I stare deeply into his eyes and he’s staring back. “Watch out for the cyclist Justin.”

“What…bloody hell, nerve of them bloody lunatics.”

“They were here before cars Justin. They’re good for the rider, good for the planet more people should be riding them and not driving.”

“You want to bloody walk Erica? Or can you stand my evil car while we follow your terrorists.”

“Look I don’t mean to get on your nerves but I’m an environmentalist It’s in my blood, I have a close connection to nature.”

“I suppose you’d rather have us back on horses.”

“I wouldn’t mind it but kind of impractical today. Electrics fine, hybrids are getting better, mass transit still need global improvement.”

“Oh my dear God you are one of them.”

“Slow down, they’re stopping.”

“Okay, that’s…bloody hell it’s just some vicar and a youth group, rough but…”

“But nothing Justin, those kids are all hooked into three different white supremist gangs.”

I watch them slip into a building that’s fairly non-descript with old brick work and bars on the windows. There’s a sign saying Dartford Youth Squires.

We sit and watch for a few minutes and when they look at me and him I jump him and kiss him shoving my body against his and ….Oh…I’ve never had this feeling about a guy, a man but…oh it’s different than I feel with Kelly…when did he start to smell so good? Oh his hands…god…oh…big hands, strong too, and they feel good.

Goddamn it it's gotta be pheromones. Sometimes advanced senses suck.

Justin stops kissing me and he’s looking at them even though he didn’t break contact. “Blood hell, those are school supplies they’re unloading are they?”

“No there not Justin, who knows what they’ve got and it might even hit the streets too.”

“We don’t need more guns on the streets.”

“I agree. Lets back off.”

Justin moves the car away looking for a likely spot to “Park” we settle in and I’m taking out my digital camera and taking pictures from my purse. Time seems to flow by as a few more vehicles come and go, bikers too.

“So Justin, what do you do when you’re not getting involved in a secret investigation.”

“Whale urologist.”

“You mean Biologist.”

“No.”

“Are you serious?”

“Oh Yes, I specialize in Sperm whales.”

“Gawd, you are being an ass aren’t you?”

“Guilty, but it’s called takin a piss.”

“Yeah, I knew that one. You guys and your damned English, learn to speak American like everyone else okay.”

“Well what’s American? John Wayne, Robert De Niro, George dubeyeh?….. I-ran and North Kor-ree-a are a threat to the United States of America with their Nuk-cu-lar arms programs.”

I can’t help but laugh as he does a spot on impression of the last president and even though I served in my country’s military for a lot of years I never voted or respected that ass. I saw Nam…I lived through Nixon, some of us in the military don’t support the crap that’s gone on.

But since getting brought into the pack that’s changed too.

I open my groceries and we sit and drink some of my Boddingtons and eat Mars bars while we watch them. I’m on beer four and he’s looking at me. “You are the strangest girl I’ve ever met Erica.”

I see the vicar and three biker types come out and get into an SUV. They peel out really fast. “Shit, shit…I’ve got to follow them, it’s a good thing it’s dark out.”

“Why? I.. Uhm why are you getting naked?”

I open his car door. “Watch my stuff?” He nods yes. “Oh Justin?”

“Uhm…Yeah?”

“The song’s true.”

“Song?, What song.”

“There are werewolves in London.” I shift and take off running after the SUV but let out a howl as I leave the area.



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