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The Last of the Line
10/14/96
by K.Moore
"YES!" she said with a delighted squeal and reread the letter a
second time. "Finally it pays to be the last of the line!"
Madeline Stone was a 22 year old brunette with a gift for
dreaming up big ideas, but severely lacking in the ambition or
motivation to get them truly going. She was pretty in a mousey
sort of way, and her personality was quite perky and likeable,
but she was not the best at social skills and this meant usually
spending Friday and Saturday nights at home with the TV, or, if
she really felt like living it up, a rented tape and the VCR.
Because she was a little insecure, she had never amounted to much
in the corporate world, always overlooked at promotion time and
just too shy to make a fuss over it. As it stood, she was
currently employed in the mailroom at a large department store.
It didn't pay much, but at least it was hard work. Of course,
her insecurity was certainly understandable. Since her parents
and brother had died in the car accident 7 years before, she had
been left alone and without anybody close to help her through the
grief. For a long time she had truly wished that she hadn't
decided to skip the family trip to the movie for a sleepover at
her friend Amy's house...If she hadn't, in all probability she
would have joined her family in death. Still, Amy had helped her
quite a bit, and they still remained best friends. And now, the
letter that she had barely hoped to dream for had come!
"Ms. Stone: It is with great regret that I inform you of
the death of your great uncle Joseph. He passed on at age
90 last Friday, October 11th. Your great uncle, as you
know, was a man of many means and a great philanthropist.
He will truly be missed by those who knew him and were
helped by him.
It is also my duty to let you know that you, as the last
surviving member of the Stone family, are prominently
mentioned in Mr. Stone's will. In fact, you have been named
as the sole beneficiary. To that end, I humbly ask that you
present yourself on Wednesday, October 16th at my office in
Salem at 2pm for the reading of his will. If this is
inconvenient for you, please contact me before then."
Sincerely,
George Barrows
Attorney at Law
Maddy was beside herself. Here, finally was a chance to get
ahead in the world. She knew very little about her great uncle,
but knew that he had been an outlandishly rich man. He rarely
bothered with her at family functions, but she remembered that he
was very fond of her late brother, constantly regaling him with
stories about the family and its supposedly "noble" bloodline.
After the tragedy, she had only seen him once at the funeral
where he had paid her very little attention. In fact, the only
reason she even remembered him there at all was that one peculiar
instant when he had appeared out of nowhere after the service,
taken her by the shoulders and bent his head down so that his
face was only inches from hers. He had stared at her for an
uncomfortably long time, seeming to peer deeply into her eyes.
Finally, he gave a curt nod more to himself than to her as if he
had reached a decision. Then, he stood back up, gave her a quick
efficient pat, said, "Courage, Maddy," and walked away from her.
Since Maddy didn't like to remember those times, she hadn't
reflected on the strange actions of her Great Uncle much, but
now, with his passing and the receipt of the letter that promised
her much, she found herself thinking about the incident. She
thought about it some more but couldn't make any better sense of
it, so she put it down as just the eccentricity of a man with
millions and raced to the phone to call Amy and tell her of her
great fortune.
Maddy managed to get through the next day at work without
breaking anything, but it was quite a chore. She even thought
about putting in her notice, but finally decided that that was
assuming too much. She did, however, summon up the courage to
take the next 3 days off, and, after a stern lecture from the
foreman about work responsibility designed specifically to make
her feel guilty, her request was reluctantly granted.
She arose early on Wednesday, took the train from Boston to
Salem, and arrived with time to spare at the George Barrows Law
Offices. As she sat in the ornate waiting room for the lawyer to
see her, she tried not imagine the untold wealth that might be
waiting for her. Even so, she had been to Great Uncle Joseph's
house once when she was little, and she could only guess at how
big her eyes actually got when taken on a tour of the mansion.
Finally, an oaken door opened and a dignified bearded man of
about 70 appeared in the doorway. "Ms. Stone," the man said in a
deep baritone, "I'm George Barrows. It's a pleasure to meet you.
Would you please come in?"
Maddy meekly walked into the office, acutely aware of how out of
place she seemed in this elegant, sophisticated man's presence.
Without a word, she plopped down in the Queen Anne chair that Mr.
Barrows had gestured to. "Now, Ms. Stone...Or may I call you
Madeline?" he began. Madeline nodded her head timidly, even
though almost nobody called her anything but Maddy. "How much do
you know about your heritage?"
Maddy knew very little except what her brother had told her of
Great Uncle Joseph's stories, that the Stone family was from a
small town in England, supposedly descended from some nobleman,
though she had no idea of his name. She reported this to Mr.
Barrows with a little guilt, but Mr. Barrows did not seem
surprised.
"No need that you should know, Madeline. Your great uncle was
not as, shall we say, "progressive," as many men of today are.
He was a great believer in the patriarchal notion of family, and
this view extended down to his beliefs about the 'Women's
Movement' in general." Maddy noted that the way he said "Women's
Movement" was not in the most approving tone he could muster.
"Anyway," Barrows continued, "though he had nothing personal
against you, your sex prevented him from being as close to you as
he was to your brother. Be that as it may, you are still the
last surviving member of the Stone family, and it is to you that
the bulk of Joseph Stone's wealth goes."
Maddy shut her eyes and tried to stifle the smile that was dying
to get out. She succeeded, but Mr. Barrows look of distaste let
her know that she was not as successful as she had hoped.
"Now, Ms. Stone, before you get completely carried away..." Maddy
blushed in embarrassment... "I must tell you that certain
conditions must be fulfilled before the transfer of wealth and
property can take place." Maddy began to grow concerned with
this news and sat forward in her chair, certain that these
"conditions" would be harrowing, if not impossible.
"Please, Madeline, I can see that you are in earnest about these
conditions. Do not worry yourself. I have read them and though
they might seem a bit unusual, they are not overly difficult.
Pray, let me read you the will."
For the next half hour, Maddy was alternately confused and amused
by her Great Uncle's "conditions." First, she was to be
fingerprinted at the office and sign an oath of her identity.
This, though a little weird, was manageable enough. Next, she
was to take into her possession a 100 year old bottle of Port
wine with the stipulation that she was to drink a toast to her
Great Uncle Joseph in his house, and in front of his portrait.
Sentimental, thought Maddy, but still easily do-able. Next, and
this was the start of the real strangeness, she was to spend one
full night locked in the house of her great uncle with no one
else to attend her or keep her company. Barrows spelled out the
instructions issued by her Great Uncle specifically and without
confusion. All of the windows and doors, save the front, had
already been sealed by a reputable construction team, and, when
she entered the house, the remaining door would be sealed as
well.
Maddy's eyes grew wide with worry as Barrows pronounced the
terms...Why on earth should he demand such a thing? Barrows, for
the first time, looked at her gently. "Madeline," he said, "Your
Great Uncle knew that this would concern you greatly, and he
demanded of me that I tell you that there is no hidden agenda
here...No one will be in the house with you, and I can tell you
with a great deal of reliability that his house is not haunted!"
Maddy thought he was making a joke and gave a short laugh at his
statement, but when he didn't laugh back, she wasn't so sure he
was kidding. Without further discourse, he told her of the final
condition. Apparently, her Great Uncle had written her a
personal letter that she was to read after her overnight stay in
the house. To guarantee that she abide by the conditions and
stay the whole night, the letter was to be put inside a time lock
safe just before her entry into the house, and the lock set for
12 hours after her arrival. Upon reading the letter, concluded
Barrows, her questions as to the peculiar demands of the will
would be more than amply answered.
Barrows put the will aside and looked directly at Maddy. "Do you
agree with the conditions, Ms. Stone?" he said. "I must tell you
that if you refuse, the whole of the estate goes to various
charities. But if you accept, at 12 noon on Thursday, after your
night in the house, ownership of everything your Great Uncle had
in his possession will be transferred to your name." Maddy
didn't hesitate...What did a few bizarre conditions matter if
they meant a life of luxury? "I accept," she said timidly, the
only words she had managed in the last half hour!
Maddy dutifully underwent the fingerprinting process, signing her
name on the attached oath of identity, took possession of the
bottle of wine that was locked inside an ornamental silver case,
and then allowed herself to be driven in Barrows' limousine to
her Great Uncle's imposing mansion. They disembarked with little
ceremony and both entered the house. She noticed the
construction truck drive up as soon as they were inside the door.
With very little talk, Barrows showed her where the basic
necessities were in the house, bowed reverently in front of the
great portrait that she was to toast, then led her into the
bedroom and showed her the time lock safe. From his coat pocket,
he retrieved a sealed envelope and placed it inside the safe.
Before closing it, he set the interior timer to 12 hours in the
future, then shut it with a dignified gesture and spun the
combination. She walked with him down the elegant staircase and
waited while he opened the door. "And now, Ms. Stone, I will
take my leave of you. I look forward to seeing you tomorrow in
my office at just past noon." He gave her a dignified bow and
was gone through the door. Not a minute after he had left, Maddy
heard the hiss of a welder's torch at the front door. Minutes
later, there was no sound in the house except for the ticking of
various antique clocks. She tried the front door and was not at
all surprised when she found it wouldn't budge. She looked at
her watch. It was just past 7PM. "Well," she thought, "might as
well do some exploring of 'my' house!"
Explore she did, finding that her Great Uncle had very dramatic
tastes! Everything she looked at seemed very old and
traditional, and, quite frankly, a little creepy! Nonetheless,
she knew by reputation that old and traditional creepy things
were quite valuable! At least the telephone worked in a modern
way, though it too smelled a little dusty! She contented herself
by calling Amy, describing in great detail both the house and the
"conditions" that had been set on her ownership of it. As
always, she and Amy had a good time on the phone, giggling with
excitement about what had happened to her and how she wanted Amy
to share in her newfound prosperity. When finally they hung up
three hours later, Maddy felt a renewed heartfelt feeling toward
Amy...She was truly her only good friend, and now that she was an
heiress, she began thinking of extravagant ways to "reward" Amy
for her years of sticking by her.
After dreaming of exotic trips to foreign countries and cruises
on luxury liners, Maddy found herself getting tired. It was just
past 11, and even though she had lit the house so it didn't seem
so impersonal, she didn't feel comfortable in it. Still, she had
gotten used to feeling uncomfortable, courtesy of spending three
years in foster homes, and she figured that she could sleep in
this house. And besides, she remembered that a little wine would
help her to bed, and it just so happened that a toast was in
order!
She fetched the silver casket containing the wine and walked to
the hall where her Great Uncle's portrait was, very conscious of
the ominous echoes of her footsteps in the empty house. She
unlocked the case with the key that Barrows had given her and
took out the dusty bottle. She was surprised that the label had
worn off, expecting to see some spectacular vintage. She looked
in a drawer under the oak bar and found an ornate corkscrew. The
cork came out with a sigh and she sniffed at the open bottle. It
didn't smell like what she expected, but then again she was no
wine connoisseur. She decanted about a quarter of the bottle
into a crystal wine glass she found in the bar, then looked at
her Great Uncle's portrait. It wasn't a bad likeness if she
remembered correctly, and unlike many commissioned portraits of
rich men, her Great Uncle was actually smiling in this one! He
looked nice, if a little imposing.
She raised her glass to him and said, "Here's to you, Uncle
Joseph. You've made a girl very happy, and I'll try my best to
continue your good works. Rest in peace, Uncle. I drink to your
memory." The dark wine had a pleasant, but mysterious taste to
it. She didn't exactly like it, but it wasn't as bad as she
thought it might be, and besides, she could instantly feel the
warmth of its ingredients spreading through her body. She
managed to finish the whole glass, and, feeling a little light
headed, she walked to the bedroom.
Maddy had planned to look around for a toothbrush before she went
to bed, but her spinning head convinced her that this task would
easily wait until morning. She undressed quickly, putting on a
little silky nightie she had brought with her. With her head
really turning circles now, she slipped under the blankets and
sheets of her Great Uncle's bed, and with the excitement of the
day finally catching up to her, went instantly to sleep.
Maddy had never really been much of a nighttime dreamer, but this
night was different. Her dreams were not really coherent, but
they were incredibly vivid, and they all had a connecting theme
to them. Some were set in the exotic foreign places she had been
thinking about before bed, and some were set in the house, but
they all had a "storyline" about a beautiful woman in them. In
her dreams, Maddy was obsessed with the mysterious woman...It
seemed to her that she was constantly looking for her from an
unknown perspective, and in each dream, just as she got close
enough to the dream woman to actually touch her, another dream
would start! Maddy awoke briefly several times during the night,
and even though she felt strange, her exhaustion willed her to go
right back to sleep. In her last dream, she finally caught up
with the mystery woman...They held out their arms to each other
and came together in a cliche slow motion embrace. Just as their
hands were about to meet, Maddy realized that she was seeing this
woman from a man's perspective! The arms that she held out in
front of her were clad in a long sleeve shirt, golden cufflinks
peeking out from under a tweed coat. "Her" hands were much
larger than her own in real life, and they featured an array of
expensive men's rings on their fingers. As their hands slowly
clasped together, the dream faded into the bright light of the
morning sun.
Maddy felt refreshed, but more than a little foggy-headed. As
she slowly allowed herself to become fully awake, she heard a
click and a muffled squeak. The time lock safe had opened!
Excited, Maddy moved to get out of bed to see what was inside,
but when she twisted her body to get up, she felt the fabric of
her nightie strain against her, then heard a loud rip as it split
in two different places. She looked down to survey the damage,
and her world came tumbling apart... There, beneath the frayed
remains of her nightie straps was a muscular hairy chest complete
with impressive pectorals and a washboard stomach! "What the..."
gasped Maddy, clamping her mouth shut in astonishment at the
masculine voice that came out of it. Her hands went to the
massive chest that seemed so out of place under the filmy threads
of her nightie, and she saw with confusion the meaty hands that
rubbed against the virtual forest of chest hair that she now had.
"I must still be dreaming," she said in her new booming voice,
and she pinched herself in an effort to wake up. She grimaced in
pain at the unexpected power of her pinch. Noticing that nothing
had changed, her hands shot up to her face and cheeks, a throaty
cry of anguish issuing from her mouth as she felt the rough male
skin and stubble that scratched against her fingers!
Unable to stand anymore, Maddy leapt out of bed, noting how much
thicker her body felt as she put her feet on the floor. She
looked down at her legs and found the powerful hairy appendages
of a man supporting her weight. She ran to the mirror next to
the bed, the very sense of movement utterly strange to her.
Reflected in the glass was the image of a very handsome man. He
was about her age, and she thought she could still see a little
of herself in his face, but everything else was impossibly
different! She ripped off the tattered remains of her little
nightie and gasped in surprise at the rest of her. A lean,
muscular body with narrow hips greeted her amazed eyes. Even
more unbelievable was the proud manhood which she now sported
between her tawny legs! She instinctively reached for it,
causing a most unusual sense of urgency as it immediately doubled
in size and became erect. Though she could have easily gotten
lost in the overpowering new feelings, she let go of it, still
not fully comprehending the magnitude of the transformation that
had occurred.
Remembering the letter that supposedly contained all the answers,
she moved toward the safe. She still felt as if this body
lumbered rather than walked, but she managed to reach her
destination and retrieve the envelope. Less-than-graceful hands
ripped open the seal and extracted the letter. Through wide,
disbelieving eyes, she read the explanation:
"My dear Maddy. If all has gone according to my plan, I am
dead and you are reading this with male eyes. Forgive me
for doing this to you, but the Stone family must not be
allowed to terminate with me. I know I have shared little
of our family history with you, but if you will peruse the
chronicles that Barrows will give you, you will find that we
are indeed descended from noble blood, but noble blood that
contains what you will call magic. An ancient mage once
took a mate, and his seed has been passed down from one
generation of Stone to the other. Few have had knowledge of
it, and it was only through my prosperity that I discovered
its existence. Maddy, this family is too important to die.
If the prophecies I have discovered ring true, the Stones
will feature prominently in the future world history.
Please accept the gifts I have given you, and even though I
know that you are odds now with your new self, I am sure
that in time you will come to not only accept it, but to
enjoy it. The potion in the wine has made you not just
male, but powerfully virile. Soon, its spell will give you
desires that you formerly considered unthinkable, and,
thanks to your inheritance, you are now in a position to
satisfy those desires in any way you can imagine. I have
given Barrows access to all my secrets, and if, when you
present yourself to him, you introduce yourself as Matthew
Stone and allow your fingerprints to be taken again (they
will not have changed), you may consider yourself the sole
master of all I now possess. Farewell, Matthew. I rest
easier knowing that our line will not perish.
The letter was elaborately signed, "Joseph Bartholomew Stone."
Maddy, now Matthew, read the letter countless times until she,
now he, was sure it said the same thing. Finally, worn out from
the revelations of the morning, he flung himself on the bed,
noting that the absence of breasts made it much easier to lie on
his stomach! As he lay, a sense of understanding came over him,
along with a certain degree of acceptance. He thought about how
trivial his life as Madeline Stone had been, and how he could
live much better as wealthy and influential Matthew Stone. He
reflected back on his dreams the night before, a growing erection
again surprising him. As he again took his ultimate new part in
his hand, revelling in the sheer specific centered ecstacy of it,
the face of his dream lover began to gain clarity. As his body
began to spasm with his first male orgasm, his fantasy woman took
a name...Shouting with fierce joy as his body convulsed
intensively, he realized that it was Amy. Amy, Maddy's friend
for life...Amy, Matthew's lover? It was a perfect fit. An
overwhelming sense of desire for her hit him as he neared climax.
His eyes shut automatically as his orgasm exploded all over him.
His last coherent thought before he was overwhelmed with sexual
joy was, "Why not? Since I'm the last of the line, it's my
responsibility to do something about it!"
K. Moore
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