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THE EXPORT by Jacki Pett Part 1 of 3 John Warren had just finished dinner in the hotel restaurant and went looking for a book or a magazine to read in his room. The homely girl at the front desk told him that there was a bookstore just around the corner. The early Autumn nip in the air hinted at the weather to come. John's business for the month was just about wrapped up with this account. Tomorrow's, Friday's, session with the sales people would do it and then he could get on his plane and fly back home to Houston. This was John's first trip to Peoria Illinois, or anywhere for that matter, working for Wells Products and it had gone well. His hard work and dedication had brought him up through the ranks in just six months. He admitted that he had to step on a few toes here and there, but it had been worth it. John decided not to bother with a book. A local singles magazine caught his eye. John read every one published in Houston, looking for his 'perfect match'. Back in his hotel room, John stripped down to his boxers and put on the radio. Stretched out on the bed, he began to flip through the publication. Most of the magazine contained ads for restaurants and bars. There were a few articles about coming events in the Peoria area. What really held his attention was the personals. The 'SWF' section held the usual come ons and John had learned long ago to read between the lines. He had been stung once too often. More often than not, the girl who described herself as petite and slender was also a dog. John knew better than to believe everything he read. He came to the 'erotica' section and half way down the second column was a picture of a beautiful blond. She had long wavy hair and a gorgeous face. The picture was only a waist up shot but she appeared to have a nice shape. Behind her, in the background, stood another girl. She was attractive too. She appeared to be a few inches taller than the blond. The ad read, "SWF SEEKS SWM Looking for the right man to teach to appreciate what a woman desires. If you're under 5' 7" slender and anxious to please me, call Tina. We'll explore new worlds together." A phone number followed. The ad intrigued John. He fit her profile easily enough at 5' 6'' and only 145 pounds. It wasn't just her picture that interested him. It was the cocky way it was phrased. He'd like the chance to teach her a thing or two, he thought to himself. It was almost 10:30 but he figured he had nothing to loose by calling. He picked up the phone and dialed the number. It rang four times before it was picked up by an answering machine. "Hi, this is Tina. If your call is in reply to my personal, please leave your name and number. I'll get back to you as soon as I get in." There was a short pause and then a beep. Great, now what should he do? Leave the girl his number at the hotel. What if she doesn't call back until morning. John was checking out on his way to Smith's Industries in the morning, he'd never get the call. "Hi Tina, my name is John. I'm in town on business and have to leave tomorrow. I come back to Peoria once a month for a few days and I'd really like to meet you next time I'm in town. My number in Houston, at my apartment, is 713 829-4480 if you want to give me a call..." He was cut off by the end of message beep. John hung up, disappointed that he didn't get to make contact with the girl. It was late and his meeting was at seen thirty in the morning so he decided to get some sleep. John turned off the light and called the desk for a six am wake up call. He cut out the ad and put it in his wallet. John fell asleep with the beautiful girl on his mind. It was about 7:00 the next evening when he opened the door to his apartment in Houston and, checking his answering machine, found the message from Tina. "Hello John. This is Tina from Peoria. I'm so sorry I missed your call last night. Why don't you send me a recent picture of yourself with a letter telling me a little about you? I'll do the same and next time you're in town we can try to get together. Send the letter to my post office box and I'll write back after I've gotten your address." That was it? John thought it was a little odd at first but he decided she must want to screen out the geeks that answer personals. It made sense. They had almost thirty pictures spread out on the coffee table in front of them. Tina sat on the couch reading the short biographies that went with each of the photos. The original choices had totaled over fifty and they were still narrowing the field. Connie sat on the couch next to her. Jack sat on the floor across from the two women. "The next ones to get rid of are those with family here in town." Said Connie. "Agreed." Replied Tina, looking up from her reading. As Tina read the names off, Jack removed the photos and put them on the pile with the ones that didn't meet the height or weight stipulations Tina had put in the ad. "We're down to about eighteen." Said Jack, looking up at Connie. "Don't go and get your hopes up Jack." Connie reminded him. "The one we're looking for may not be in this month's batch." "I know but we haven't had any luck in the past two months. I really hope we find one this time." Jack was frustrated and impatient. Connie reached over the table and stroked his cheek, like a cat lover strokes their favorite cat. "Patience pet." Tina turned to Connie. "Alright Connie. Take these eighteen and run them through the computer. Let's see what it has to say about them." Connie tucked the list of names in her purse then she and Jack helped Tina clean up for the night. "We'll see you tomorrow, around eight, after dinner." Connie pushed Jack out the door ahead of her. Tina laughed at the way Connie treated Jack. Jack was over six foot tall and had been a body builder and Connie could boss and push him around like a little boy. They were an unusual pair. They worked out together and while Connie didn't look it, she was very well developed and very strong. She was almost five nine and had won several titles in bodybuilding. Connie was very attractive with her long wavy dark brown hair and shapely build. At twenty six years old she held a job in an insurance company's records division. Her job made her invaluable in checking out the records and backgrounds of perspective subjects. Connie had been Tina's partner from the beginning, almost five years ago, and their association had been very profitable for the two of them. Jack had come into the picture only a year ago. He and Connie had met in a gym where they all worked out and when Connie learned he was a private investigator, and he was bisexual, the two girls slowly and carefully brought him into the business. Prospects had been poor over the last few months and It was becoming urgent that they find someone soon. It wasn't that their customer, Mr Brevard, was impatient. He knew these things take time and Tina and her associates were very good at what they did. They had completed a number of very satisfying transactions over the past few years. Tina had no intention of ruining their track record with him. "We're down to only these seven." Connie announced as she dropped into the big overstuffed chair, handing the folders to Tina. "The rest either have criminal records or are health risks." Jack took his usual spot on the floor, he hated furniture. He had looked over the seven and he had three favorites. He hoped that one, at least, would fill the bill. But the decision was up to Tina and Connie, they had far more experience and insight than he did and he respected their judgement. Tina spread the seven photos on the coffee table to study them. "Ok, they fit the economic, health and social profile but they don't all look the part." Tina pulled the first photo from the line up and put it in front of her. Connie got up out of the chair and came around the coffee table to join Tina on the couch. "Height's good, build is alright and the hair will do but the rest will need a lot of work." Connie nodded agreeing. "He'll be too expensive to makeover." Connie pushed the picture to the end of the table. Tina drew the next picture in line toward them to study. "He's a little tall and his hair is too short. But his build is perfect. The rest will take hardly any work at all." Tina turned an looked at Connie. "What do you think?" Connie was ready to pass him over. "He is sort of tall." She flipped the photo over and read the stats on back. "He's almost 5' 9". Connie was right, Tina decided. "Ok, I agree." The photo joined the other at the end of the table. Jack was disappointed. That one was one of the ones he liked. He kept quiet. "How about this one?" Connie drew the next candidate toward them. He's 5'6", a slight 145 pounds, narrow shoulders, nice face and beautiful brown hair." "He does seem to have all the qualifications Connie but he lives in Houston." Tina really liked this one except for the one complication. "Shame." Connie looked long and hard at the picture of John. "Let's just put him aside for the moment." Jack was glad they hadn't dismissed that one. Of the three he had picked, he was his favorite. Tina agreed and they went on to the others. The next was just a little too husky. He looked too big boned. The fifth, a man named Timothy, seemed to fit all the criteria so he joined John in those to be carefully reviewed. "He looks a little old." Thought Tina, scrutinizing the next photo. "He's only 30." Said Connie. "But if you don't like him we can drop him." Connie had only left him in the running because the field had dwindled so far down. "No, too old." Tina threw him on the 'no' pile. "This is Brad, I saved him for last. He looks perfect." Connie held up the last picture, her favorite. It was the last of Jack's choices. "Ok then. Go ahead and do a detailed check on Timothy and Brad." Tina handed the two folders to Connie. "What about John?" Asked Jack, looking very disappointed. Tina looked at him and smiled. She saw how pitiful he looked. Laughing, she handed Connie the third folder. "Him too, for Jack. Poor thing looks heartbroken." Both the girls laughed and so did Jack. Connie called Tina the following afternoon. "Bad news girl. Brad's engaged. He's getting married next month. He'd be missed." "What about the others?" Tina was disappointed too. "More bad news. Timothy was married and he's paying child support through the courts. His ex wife has had him hunted down twice for back support. He's too visible, sorry." Tina didn't like this. They couldn't afford to go another month without any prospects. Mr Brevard was patient but for how long? "What about the guy in Houston? How did he check out?" "He checked out clean. No ties of any kind. His mother and father have disowned him. No sisters, brothers or steady girlfriends. He's always lived alone. He just started a new job and he's actually got money in the bank. A nice plus for us." He sounded too good to be true. "He's never been in any kind of trouble? No one's going to come looking for him?" Connie laughed on the other end of the line. She checked off Tina's concerns, "Never been in trouble with the law. Maybe an old girlfriend or two, wanting to wring his neck. I spoke to his secretary and she paints a picture of him as a real asshole. Apparently he uses women then treats them like shit afterwards. He's been through almost ever girl in his office, even the married ones." That made Tina wonder. "Too much trouble to handle?" "No, according to the woman he's never been violent, just cocky. She was more than willing to talk to me. She would like to see him castrated." Connie laughed at the thought. Tina just smirked on her end. "Alright Connie. Let's get Jack on the next flight to Houston. Have him do the usual tail on the guy. Day and night, watch everything he does." "That will be fine with Jack. He really likes this one." Connie was almost a little jealous but that would pass once they started on him. She actually enjoyed their little business, almost as much as Jack and Tina. "That just leaves us the one problem. We have to relocate him." That bothered Tina a little. It was Connie's turn to smirk. "We can do that, leave that part to me. You just pour it on like you always do. You haven't failed yet." "You've got that right. See you tonight at the loft and we'll get things rolling." Tina hung up. She sat down on the couch with pad and pencil. There were plans to be made. In the past, their candidates had all been local. This was going to be a little more complicated but from what Connie said, it could also be more profitable than some of their past ventures. John was on the road now, almost constantly. When he came in from Atlanta on Wednesday night he was a little surprised to have a message from Tina. She had been on his mind often since he had written to her almost three weeks ago. "Hello John," It began. "I've been thinking a lot about you since getting your letter. You sound like you're really nice. I'm anxious to see you when you get into town next week. Please call me when you get in. I really look forward to meeting you. Bye for now." This was fantastic, John thought to himself. He wasn't due in Peoria until Monday morning. He had to go to Indianapolis in the morning and he'd wrap up there Friday afternoon. Maybe he would spend the weekend in Illinois. "This guy really gets around." Jack dropped his report on Tina's coffee table. "I put in a lot of air miles this week." "No sign of any ties that will give us trouble?" Asked Tina. She would scrutinize his report later. "No, nothing. He does like to hit on the women, but no repeat performances." Jack was impatient about meeting him. "Did the phone tap show anything?" Tina asked. "Just business contacts and a call or two from women. There was one guy that called him twice about playing racket ball but our boy didn't call him back. He couldn't have been too close a friend." Connie had been over the log carefully. Tina turned back to Jack. "How about his apartment? Find anything unusual there?" Jack shook his head. "Nothing out of the ordinary. He's definitely a loaner. I have all his account numbers and everything else we'll need to shut him down in Houston. Oh, and Connie was right. This guy saves his money. He's got over twenty thousand in assets." Tina was thrilled. "That will go a long way to cover expenses." "With quite a bit left over." Added Connie. "This one will be quite profitable." "Hi Tina. This is John." The call took Tina by surprise. "I didn't expect to hear from you until Monday." "I decided to come in on the weekend instead. I hope I didn't call at an inconvenient time." John was hot to meet her. "No, not at all." Tina had to think fast. She and the others had everything in place for Monday but they could move things up a few days. "Where are you staying?" "I just checked into the Hilton. Are you free for dinner tonight?" "I'll need to change some of my plans around. Can I call you back in a few minutes?" Tina actually had a date with Kevin that night, but she could cancel. He'd understand. Tina needed to get a hold of Connie and Jack right away. "Sure. I'll be right here waiting for your call." John said happily. As soon as Tina hung up from John, she called Connie. "He just called." "I thought he wasn't due till Monday." Connie was a little flustered. "He wasn't but that just means we get an early start." Tina's mind was racing through the details. "Is jack with you?" "No, but I can get hold of him. How do you want to handle this?" Connie settled down. "I'll let him take me out to dinner then I'll get him to bring me to the loft." "Can you handle him?" "Sure. I still have some of the stuff we used on Brenda." "Is it still good? That was five months ago." "It's got a shelf life of six months. It should work fine." "Alright but be careful. Jack and I will meet you there at midnight." "Perfect. I'll see if I can get Doc to come out and get started on Saturday morning instead of Monday like we planned. At the very least, he can order me what we'll need to handle him until he can get over." Tina enjoyed working with Doc. He'd help her out, even on such short notice. Connie reminded Tina, "There's not much I can do until Monday to start tying up the loose ends." "That's alright, Monday's soon enough. I'm going to call him now and get ready. I'll see you both later." With that, Tina hung up. "It's about six, why don't I meet you at seven thirty John." He couldn't pick her up at her apartment and she didn't have enough time to get to the loft first. That sounded fine to him. "Great, but I'm going to have to ask you to pick the restaurant Tina since I don't know Peoria very well." "That's alright. I'll pick a place where you won't loose you're shirt over the bill." Tina had her own reasons for selecting the place she did. It had to do with not wanting to be too visible in public. John wanted to play the big shot. "No, don't give money a thought. Let's go to a really nice place." Tina had a place in mind that should please him and still make their dinner private. "I'll be out in front of the hotel at seven thirty. Look for my red LeBaron." "See you then. Bye Tina." He had been outside waiting only about five minutes when he saw the red LeBaron coming down the street and pull up to the curb in front of the hotel. He had brought his new gray pinstripe suit and he was wearing his lucky cologne. It almost never failed him. In his jacket inside breast pocket were three Trogens he had just bought in the hotel gift shop. His breath smelled of mint Certs. John was ready. She looked as good as her picture, sitting there smiling at him from her flashy red car. Long flowing golden blond hair framed soft delicate features. Big blue eyes stared at him. Deep red moist buds formed the words, "John?" She was even more beautiful than he expected. He wasn't a disappointment to Tina either. He was short and very slender. He didn't look 23, he looked younger, with his finely featured baby face. Tina had worried that he might have shorter hair than in his picture but his long thick brown hair was pulled back into a very neat ponytail. "Hello Tina." John said confidently. He hadn't missed her admiring once over and her smile. He walked up to the car and knelt down. "It's great to finally meet you." She was wearing her white mini dress. The one with the plunging neckline that exposed full voluptuous breasts. The bottom of her short dress was hiked up to her thighs. He was as lecherous as she was led to believe, Tina thought to herself. Fine. This was going to make what they were going to do to him even more satisfying. "Climb in, we have reservations for dinner at eight." John slid into the passenger seat without taking his eyes off her. He gave her his best smile while his mind raced ahead to what he hoped would be a very satisfying evening for him. From the look on her face and her attitude, it was very promising. Tina took him to a little Italian restaurant that was frequented by those few patrons with discriminating taste and full wallets. The booths were private and they afforded diners the privacy they desired. Tracy had used this restaurant before. John took the situation in hand and ordered for the both of them, without consulting Tina. He was accustomed to being in charge of any and all situations, especially with young women. His small stature had always been an embarrassment to John and he had learned since he was young that he would have to be more forward, more outspoken that his larger classmates if he was going to be noticed. Some called it overcompensating for his size but that didn't bother John in the least. As he grew older, his attitude got him much further with girls than the bigger, huskier guys. In business, he had to carry it a step further. He had to be more aggressive than most and it was too bad for the man or woman who's feelings he might hurt in his efforts to get ahead. He saw Tina as no different from any of the other dumb blond bimbos he had had in the past so why treat her any differently. The wine was excellent but John was a little disappointed that Tina didn't drink more. It would make her more willing and pliable later. Tina kept her head even though the guy kept her glass full. What he was trying to do was obvious and she wasn't about to loose control now. He was everything Connie had said he was. He talked about himself constantly, in between trying to catch a feel under the table now and then. Tina let him get away with it, constantly smiling and laughing at his boring jokes. He was an obnoxious jerk. Tina had long ago lost any guilt feelings for what she and the others did, sometime after their second or third contract with their associate, Mr Brevard. This one was going to be a pleasure. They would certainly teach him a lesson. The meal had cost a small fortune. John didn't usually lay out this much for a date with anyone. He filled in the credit card slip for only about a 10% tip even though the service had been impeccable. John wasn't in the habit of wasting money. As he slid the tray with his American Express card toward the edge of the table, for the waiter to pick up, Tina accidently spilled her drink and some of the wine landed in the small tray. "Oh, I'm so clumsy. I'm sorry John, it must be the wine. I don't drink very often and I don't handle it well. Please forgive me." Tina played her part well. Tina snatched the paperwork from the tray, as if to save it from getting any wetter than it already was. John didn't notice her action when she pulled off the bottom copy and sneak it under the table, to her purse. She casually returned the top copy to the tray. "The waiter appeared immediately. He quickly moped up the spill with a rag. He set the little tray to the side. "I'll redo this for you sir." John didn't notice the slip was gone. He assumed it was under the check. The waiter assumed that the man took the bottom slip to avoid the possibility of being double charged. Tina had pulled it off perfectly. Out on the street, John suggested that they go to a club and have a few drinks and dance. "Oh, I don't know John. I feel a little light headed. Would you like to come back to my place? We could put on some music. Talk a little.?" This was better than John could have hoped for. "Sure Tina, that sounds fine. I would like to get to know you better." It wasn't often he struck gold the first time out. Tina parked her car in the downstairs garage of the large building. "You live here?" John asked looking up the side of the five story building. She had brought him to the loft. "Yea, its great. There's no one around at night to bother me and when I have parties, no one complains." Tina unlocked the large metal door. John pulled it open for her. "My place is on the third floor" John looked up again just before he stepped through the door. He couldn't help but notice that the windows he could see all had bars on them. Odd, he thought, for the upper floors to have bars. Tina led the way up the stairs, past the second floor, up to the third. His view from behind the shapely girl in her short, body hugging dress was pleasant. At the third floor landing she unlocked another very heavy metal door. When it closed behind them he noticed the combination lock set into the metal. "This is the living room. It's great for entertaining." She wanted his attention away from the door and she was successful. He didn't know what he expected after his look at the outside of the building but it wasn't this. John looked around the huge room. The living room was at least 40' wide by 50' or 60' long. Oak hard wood floors under a 9' ceiling. The furniture, overstuffed chairs, loveseats and couches set on ornate oriental throw rugs scattered sparsely around the room. A large formal walnut dining set filled the far end of the room. Beyond, through a wide doorway, was a large kitchen. Two walls of the room were on the outside of the building. The windows were covered with heavy drapery but he could see white sheer drapes beneath the tan material that gave them privacy. John was amazed at the size of the place. "This must cost you a fortune." The oil painting on the walls alone must be worth thousands, he thought to himself. "How do you afford all this?" Tina turned and smiled at him. "I have a little export business with a few friends." John looked at her, dumfounded, as she walked toward the kitchen. She must be smarter than she acts. "Make yourself comfortable John. I'll be back in a minute with a glass of wine for you. Pick out something to listen to if you like." Tina pointed to the entertainment area built into the wall, then hurried into the kitchen, closing the cafe doors behind her. John took off his jacket and tossed it across the back of one of the couches. Walking over to the stereo, he started looking through Tina's compact disc collection. The had gotten back a little early but in a few minutes that wouldn't matter. Tina opened the vial and spread the clear liquid on the inside of one of the wine glasses. The prescription was almost at the end of its shelf life but she was sure that it would work well enough. With the glasses and the chilled bottle of Reisling on a tray, she returned to the living room. He had taken off his jacket and his tie lay across it on the back of the sofa. Tina hoped that the solution didn't take too long to work. She walked over and set the tray on the coffee table in front of the couch. She made herself comfortable. "Care for a glass John?" He hadn't heard her come back in the room. He had loaded three discs into the changer and then joined her. "Yes, thanks." Tina let him pour. Her glass was the nearest to her and he handed it to her, full. He only half filled his own then sat back on the couch. Her stocking leg looked inviting and he took the liberty of resting his hand on her soft thigh. "To us." He toasted. "To a long and pleasant relationship." Rewarding for me, thought Tina. His touch revolted her but she didn't ask him to remove his hand. Smiling, she watched intently as he took a sip from his glass. The last time Tina used the solution it took almost five minutes for it to work. She prayed that it didn't take much longer than that this time. John moved closer to her when she didn't object to his advances. He had already spent a lot of money on this girl and he had no intention of playing footsie all night with her. He wanted to get right down to it. He slid his hand higher on her leg and saw her gasp with anticipation at his touch. What Tina felt was anything but anticipation. He moved fast. She would have to play along for just a little while. John leaned over and kissed her milky white neck. Her perfume was intoxicating and he wanted more. He put his hand on her cheek and turned her face to him. Her sweet full lips were covered by his and he explored her mouth with his tongue. Tina had to force herself not to gag. How long had it been since he took a drink, she wondered. "It's warm in here tonight." Tina pulled back. She retrieved her glass from the table and took a sip of the cool wine. "Would you like to slip into something more comfortable?" John suggested devilishly. That was a perfect suggestion, thought Tina. By the time she returned he should be stiff. She smiled at him provocatively. "That's a wonderful idea. I'll be right back." There were two exits from the huge room. Both led back to the long hallway that divided the loft from the back rooms. One was near the front door, the other in the kitchen. Tina hurried to the latter. John drained his glass and poured another. She was wonderfully willing. He wondered to himself if he could get away with sampling this girl every time he came to town? Tina took her time. She stepped out of her dress slowly. In just her stockings, panties and bra, she slipped on her white nylon robe then went into her bathroom and checked herself in the mirror. It had been almost ten minutes now since he had taken that first drink. He should be stretched out on the couch like a stiff. He wouldn't loose consciousness, just all his muscle functions. He would be able to see and hear but not be able to move or speak. It was important to them that he know what was going on. Tina was amazed when she finally returned to the living room to find he was still sitting on the couch, animated. "I thought you got lost." John smiled at Tina. She looked tantalizing in her short robe with the lace trim of her stockings showing below it. He wanted her now. He felt a little odd. His fingers and toes were tingling. John attributed that to a little too much wine tonight. He decided he needed no more of that. Now he wanted to savor something else. Tina stood in front of him. He should be limp as a dishrag by now. She was a little concerned. John reached up with a little effort and took her hand. He pulled her down to him, onto his lap. Again he covered her mouth with his. His hands started exploring her soft breasts. Strangely, he could only just barely feel them. It was as if his hands were getting numb. Dismissing it as nothing, he dropped a hand into her lap and groped under her robe. Tina fought to get away and he finally lost the strength in his arms. She squirmed and got out of his lap. Standing over him, she watched as he gradually lost control completely. John looked up at her. It was difficult to even speak. "I.. don't feel...very...well." "That will pass in a moment John." Tina felt absolutely no compassion for the young man. Why was she smiling at him that way? He couldn't lift his arms, they were dead weight. His legs wouldn't respond either. "What....?" She seemed to know what was happening to him. Why did she just stand there? Why didn't she do something to help him? "Help.....me.." The words trailed off weakly. He could no longer hold up his head and his chin dropped onto his chest. John could only see the girls feet and hands as she cleared the glasses and the wine from the table. In a moment she was back again. "Let me see if I can't make you a little more comfortable John, until the others arrive." Others, what others, John wondered? He was unable to speak now. Tina stacked a few cushions at the end of the couch and settled John back against them. She put his feet up. "Now, isn't that better?" She asked with mocking sweetness. Tina let her true feeling show finally,. "Who the hell do you think you are. I'm not some little plaything for you to toy with. You don't even ask, you just take." She composed herself. She was letting her anger get the better of her. Settling down into the chair by the couch, facing the man, she continued. "You're not a very nice little man at all but you are going to have a very unique opportunity to redeem yourself Johnny." He stared back at her with dull eyes. "I know that you can see me and am understanding everything I'm saying. You are about to undergo an amazing transformation." Now Tina was being very serious. "I told you before that I am an exporter. Well that's true, in a way. My clients are very discriminating people with unusual tastes." She knelt on the floor right next to the couch. She wanted to be very sure that he could see her clearly. She wanted him to have no doubt that she was serious. "These customers of mine like effeminate young men who enjoy looking like and being treated like young ladies." He wanted to yell at her, to hit her and get away from this place. There was no doubt in his mind that she was serous. She was crazy. As unbelievable as what she was saying was, he believed her. As hard as he tried, he couldn't even move a finger. He lay there thinking to himself that the drug would wear off and he would overpower her and escape. He remembered the combination lock he had seen on the front door and the bars he had seen on the widows earlier. They would be a problem but when he got his hands around her throat she would revel the combination. He would get away. Tonight or maybe in the morning, he would escape this mad house. What he saw next made him sink deeper into the fear that was now overwhelming him. Tina unfolded the cloth she had laid on the table earlier. She had loaded the syringe in the kitchen when she cleaned up the wine. "Don't be afraid Johnny. This is just another little dose of what you had in your wine before. This will just keep you relaxed through the night." Tina unbuttoned his shirtsleeve and pulled his sleeve up to his slender biceps. She tied the large rubber band tightly around his upper arm. Finding a healthy vein, the tiny needle slipped almost painless into his arm. John watched as the plunger emptied the clear fluid into him. His eyes began to water and a tear ran down his cheek. He would have wiped it away if he could have. As it was, the girl read his mind and did it for him. "There's no reason to cry Johnny. In a few weeks you may even thank us for the changes you are about to undergo. You're going to be our best work yet. I just know it. Most of our 'girls' leave us quite content with their new identities." Tina knew she was almost telling the truth. Most of their 'girls' were acclimated quite nicely. It was afterwards, when they reached their new homes, that they were not always so happy. "I'll let you rest for about an hour now while I do a little work. Tomorrow's going to be a very busy day for all of us." John heard her footsteps trail away. All he could do was lay there and wait for her to return. Escape, he thought to himself. Somehow he had to get away. Tina settled down in the little study to review their plans for the young man. Tina, three years ago, at the age of twenty three, got into the business by a fluke. She was attending a lavish formal party held by a client of her boss at the time. The client and Tina hit it off almost immediately and as the evening progressed they became friends. Mr Brevard was the man's name. He was escorted that evening by a tall slender woman. For some reason, something about her disturbed Tina and she resisted her curiosity as long as she could. When she got up the courage to ask her host about the woman late in the evening, she was shocked at his reply. "So you've discovered my little secret. Carla is my transvestite lover." After a long, calculating look at what Tina had thought was a woman she turned back to the man. "I knew something was wrong but I couldn't quite figure out what. Have the two of you been together long?" Tina was young but not naive. She knew that relationships like this existed and it was none of her business if people engaged in this sort of affair. "No, only a few weeks, but Carla will be leaving soon for my estate in Brazil. I have a number of clients who enjoy the companionship of special people like Carla. It is unfortunate that there aren't more like him. There is a very lucrative market for bringing special people together in my homeland, there are many that would pay well for pretty young anglo men." The idea intrigued Tina. She found herself, for days after, looking at young men on the streets, restaurants and in bars. She would asses what it would take to transform them into feminine young creatures. Tina confided her experience at the party with a longtime friend, Connie. Together, just out of curiosity at first, they started to frequent establishments that catered to patrons with unusual lifestyles. It was on only a rare occasion when they saw a transvestite who Tina thought would please a man like Mr Brevard, with his discriminating taste. Connie had the idea first. "We could do a better job making over the right person than most of these people do on themselves." Tina was a little shocked by the statement but later that evening, back at her apartment, after she thought about it, she had to agree with Connie. "How could we get away with snatching someone off the street? Wouldn't they be missed? Even traced back to us?" Connie had the answer. "Computers girl. If you pick the right person, someone with no close attachments, someone most people won't miss. The computer can make them disappear. I see people try to do it all the time in the insurance business but I'm usually able to track them down. I know the tricks." Their conversation had been completely hypothetical to this point. Tina spoke to Mr Brevard the next day and they met for lunch. "You mentioned that your friends in Brazil would pay well for the right 'special person'. What kind of money are we talking about?" He was thrilled at her interest. "Do you know where I might locate a young man who prefers to be treated as a woman? Who would relish the freedom to live and be loved in this way?" "I have an idea Mr Brevard. Would the person have to be completely willing?" He thought a moment, holding up his long stemmed wine glass and staring into it. When he spoke he continued to stare into the liquid. "He wouldn't have to be completely willing but he would have to be feminine, certainly." "What might one of your friends be willing to pay for such a person?" Tina was getting excited but controlled herself outwardly. Mr Brevard was a business man first of all and if there were profits to be made from such a venture, certainly he should share in them. "Perhaps fifty thousand dollars, perhaps more, depending on the quality of the merchandise." Tina was astounded at the figure. "The person would have to be completely feminized. Not just a boy in a dress. His assets would have to be real, nothing pasted on and his skin and features would have to be pretty and soft." He looked at the attractive young woman across from him in the booth. "Can you deliver such a person?" Tina was far from having worked out all the details but the lure of the money spoke for her. "I believe so." He was delighted at her response. "Call me. I will be back in Peoria in two months. If what you have to show me is what I'm looking for, we will do business." Tina wasted no time in getting together with Connie. "We can do it, I know we can." Connie was excited too. Even with her job at the insurance company she was struggling to get by. "We'll need medical help." Tina reminded her. "I don't think that will be a problem. Do you remember the fuss in the papers a while back about the plastic surgeon who was barred from practice for malpractice? My company was responsible for discrediting him and now he is being besieged with law suits. He's desperate for money." "He certainly sounds approachable." Tina agreed. It turned out that he was as desperate as they thought and the three came to an agreement based on a percentage of the profits." Their first venture netted them each over ten thousand dollars but it was wrought with mistakes and frustration. With what they all learned from their first attempt, the second went more smoothly and their profits were considerably higher. By their fourth venture they had leased and remodeled the loft. True, it was laid out to entertain clients but behind the wall, separating the living room from the rest of the place, were several very special rooms. There was a study that they used for their business office. Also, they had constructed and equipped a modest operating room for the doctor. A special nursery was furnished with an oversized crib and dressing table. The dresser was filled with oversized baby clothes and the walls were covered with the kinds of pictures and murals one would expect to find in an infant's room. Two bedrooms were outfitted with furnishings that would make the average young woman envious. The first was done in pink and white. The walls were papered with a floral pattern. There was a dressing table in each to match the dressers and ruffled lace bedspreads on the beds. They were unmistakably feminine with lace throw pillows on the beds. Each had its own private bath for their guests. A full length mirror next to the steel reinforced bedroom doors was, in actuality, a one way glass for observing the person in the room. Outside, in the hall, a drape covered them when not in use. The second bedroom was decorated in pale yellow and had all the appointments of the first. The last bedroom, at the end of the long hall and across from the modern kitchen, was for whoever was staying in the loft to care for and instruct their 'girls'. It contained three double beds, dressers for each and a large bathroom. Tina and Connie eventually enlisted the aid of a nurse who was recommended by Doc Rompat. She had been working with them for the past year and become an invaluable part of their business. The only problem they seemed to have with her was the way she and Jack got along. The big burly woman was very protective of her charges and Jack was inclined to want to try out the wares. They often butted heads. Jack was brought in to aid in their investigations. As a licensed private investigator, his services had proved to be essential in their search and verifications that the subjects were all what they appeared to be. It was Jack that opened the doors to the extra profits that could be made from liquidating the assets of their subjects. They had initially paid him a salary for his efforts but now, like Connie, Tina and the Doctor, he received a percentage. Margaret received a salary, much like any visiting nurse but the girls got the impression she would work for free, she seemed to enjoy what she did so much. Margaret was visiting friends out of town and wasn't due back till Monday, when they had expected John. Tina saw no reason to call her and ask her to return earlier. The three of them could handle things until then. They had managed before her, with a half dozen 'girls'. He didn't know how long he lay there before he heard the big metal door open and then slam closed with a heavy thud. He was facing away from that end of the room. He could hear Tina and someone else talking but they were at the other end of the long room and they were speaking softly. He couldn't make out what they were saying. He heard laughter and that disturbed him. Footsteps approached. "He was really that obnoxious? He doesn't look all that threatening to me." Connie stepped around the couch to get a better look at him. She smiled at the limp young man. John could see her now. The newly arrived girl was not as small and petite as Tina. The tone in her voice made him even more uncomfortable. It was late and Tina had wanted to get him down for the night. "Jack, would you take him to the nursery please." Jack? Who was Jack, John wondered? John found out as he was lifted off the couch like a rag doll. His head flopped back but not before he got a look at the large, chisel faced guy that had effortlessly picked him up. "He's a real lightweight." Jack commented to Connie. "Not bad looking up close either." He was really glad they had picked him. Jack took him to the nursery and set him on the dressing table. "Let's get his things off." Said Connie as she began unbuttoning his shirt. John was scared. Not just frightened but terrified right down to his sole. Terrified of what said they were going to do to him. He lay there naked now, stretched out on the plastic cloth on the table. "I've got the lotion Connie." Tina stepped up to the table with the economy sized jar of cream hair remover and a wash basin filled with warm water. As always, she wiped him down first then spread the cream on his arms and legs. He could feel the warm rag and then the cool cream as she spread it over him. He knew what she was doing. His hair would grow back, he told himself. Jack had made himself comfortable in the rocking chair at the foot of the crib while the girls did their thing. "Why don't you go ahead and do his ears while we wait for that to work." Tina suggested to Connie. "Alright." Connie answered with a smile. Do my ears? John couldn't see what the girl was doing until she stepped in front of him. She had a little pneumatic gun in her hand. Then he knew. OH GOD!, pierced ears. There was nothing he could do to stop her. Connie shot the little pearl headed studs through his fleshy lobes. She looked at Tina. "Two?" Tina answered matter of factly, "Of course, like always." Connie added the second hole to each ear, using little diamond studs this time. Looking at her work, she smiled at the man and winked. "You're going to look just lovely." John was heartsick. "I'll get that cream off now and we'll roll him over and get the other side." Tina started to wipe the white goo from his body, taking all his hair with it. She looked into his face and smiled. "Not only does this get rid of all that nasty hair but it contains a special lotion, laced with hormones, that will make your skin soft and pretty. Wait until you see how nice you look when we're done." Tina knew what he had to be thinking and she had no problem with him suffering a little. He deserved it. "Jack, would you help us roll him over?" Connie asked. "Sure." John got out of the rocker and came over. The guy rolled him over on his stomach. What he did next made John's skin crawl. A hand caressed his back and buttocks, giving his ass a squeeze. John's face was now to the wall but he could only assume the it was Jack that had done it. Tina did the same thing to his back as she had to his front. The man had no back hair, like many men she knew. Since his chest was hairless, that hardly surprised her. She coated the back of his arms and legs generously. Connie undid the ponytail. "He really has beautiful hair. I can't wait to style it." She ran her fingers through it, then brushed it out. John could taste bile in his throat. If he had control of his muscles he was sure he'd be vomiting right now. As she wiped away the last of his hair along with the cream, she stroked the treated skin on the back of his legs. She bent down to his ear, "It feels much nicer already Johnny. It certainly looks better. Be patient just a few more minutes and we'll get you into your nice snuggly pajamas and into your crib." She stroked the back of his head. "One more time Jack?" Connie asked. Jack rolled him back over, face up. Connie was ready. "Johnny, this is just lotion. It will help to make your face softer and prettier." She applied the lotion generously. "It will feel a little greasy until it soaks in." Tina got out the clothes that had been specially made for them. "Connie, would you get him ready for his pjs?" "Glad to." Connie took a three and a half foot square sheet of heavy cotton cloth from one of the compartments under the dressing table. Having folded it corner to corner, she lifted John's bottom and slipped it under him. Using safety pins she attached the corners in the front, below his belly button. "He's all diapered Tina. Ready for his jammies." They had originally used adult diapers that you could buy in the store but they later decided to use large conventional baby diapers on their little 'girls'. They had a more profound psychological effect. This was more demeaning and gave them more of a feeling of helplessness and that was important in the beginning. Then Tina came over to the dressing table. "Let's see how well this fits you." Tina held up the oversized baby's pink frilly one piece pajamas so he could see them. "Aren't they just adorable?" Tina asked, smiling down at him. John closed his eyes but his tears escaped beneath his tightly closed lids. They dressed him in the cotton outfit but that wasn't as humiliating as being diapered like a baby. He was lifted by Jack and placed into the crib. Connie pulled up the side after they rolled him over onto his stomach. "Sleep tight love. You have a big day tomorrow." Tina patted him on the back. "See you bright and early sweetie." Jack couldn't resist. He leaned over the bars and brushed his hair off his cheek. He kissed the pretty boy on the forehead. "Good night honey." John lay there alone in the dark, sobbing until he finally fell asleep. Outside in the living room, over drinks, they talked. "I'll check him out of his room at the hotel in the morning and return the rental car. The usual 'emergency at home' excuse will work fine." Jack had used that ploy before, successfully. "Good Jack. You have his credit cards so make sure they credit it back to his account. No need to make anyone suspicious." Tina was sure he didn't need to be reminded but it didn't hurt to be sure. To many things could go wrong if they weren't careful. "I'll have the computer show him as taking a flight back to Houston." Connie knew what to do. "We'll both be in Houston first thing on Monday morning to start cleaning things up there." "Great. I'll be fine here until Monday when Margaret gets back. Doc and I can handle things until then." Tina thought a moment. "Jack? You're going to drive his car back here on Tuesday with his personal things and clothes, right?" "Yea, but I probably won't get in until Wednesday." "That is a long drive." Agreed Connie. "I probably won't be back until then either. I'll have to see about getting rid of his apartment and his furniture. I'm sure there's a second hand store that will take it but it will take a few days." "Don't worry about the time. Just be careful." Tina didn't want anything to happen to her friends. Up to now it had been easy, with all their 'girls' being local but this was something new. There were a lot of unknowns. "Can you get all his banking done in just three days?" Tina was constantly amazed at the was Connie handled those details. "I don't think there'll be any problems. I've gone through everything Jack found. Nothing very complicated, just savings, checking, a few CDs and some stocks. We'll loose a little in penalties but not too much." "Just don't get caught and don't leave a trail back to us." Tina still worried. "We won't, don't worry Mother Hen." Connie thought it was sweet the way Tina worried about them. "Doc is going to be here early, around seven, to get started. We better all get some sleep." Tina put her glass in the kitchen. The others followed. Tina had a hard time falling asleep with Connie and Jack frolicking around in the bed across from hers. SATURDAY - DAY 1 Doc was right on time. "How did it go last night?" He was the fatherly type and his concern was genuine. "He was a little frisky but the drug eventually did its thing. I thought I was going to be raped for a few minutes there. I'll never try that with old drugs again, I'll tell you that. Their association had developed into a close friendship and Tina came to see Doc as a father figure. He felt the same way toward her, protective and adoring. He was in a lot of trouble when she first approached him. Excessive drinking had gotten his license lifted and there were lawsuits. Tina and Connie had been his salvation. At 60 years old it was too late in life for him to move to another state and try to start up a new practice. Their partnership allowed him to continue to enjoy the lifestyle to which he had been accustomed. Ben was disturbed. He didn't like the idea that the young man had tried to take advantage of one of his girls. "Maybe I should just cut his balls off and feed them to him." Tina laughed. "You've got to remember Doc. It was me leading him on. He may be a jerk but he doesn't deserve that. Besides, he wouldn't be much good to us all cut up, would he?" Ben calmed down and smiled. "No, I suppose you're right. What I'm going to do to him will be just as good. I'll treat this one extra special. It'll serve him right." Tina gave him a big hug. "You're a darling. Do you know that? What would I do without you?" He thoroughly enjoyed her daughterly affection. "We better go have a look at my patient." "Right this way." Tina lead him to the nursery. As always, they checked on him through the one way mirror before entering. It was one of their cardinal rules. "He's still sleeping like a baby." "What is that, shop humor?" Ben asked laughing. It was time for his next shot. They didn't want him getting his strength back until they were ready. Tina pulled up the frilly pink sleeve of his pajamas and Ben gave him the injection. Jack awoke with a start. He had no muscle control but he still had enough feeling to know that a needle had been injected into him. His sleep had been dreamless but now that he was awake, his nightmare resumed. "Hello young man. My name is Doc. I understand that you were a bad boy with one of my girls last night. Well, I'm going to see to it that you're never a bad 'boy' again." Ben turned to Tina with a smile. "Talk about me and my shop jokes. You're terrible." "I thought it was pretty good." "Right Doc. I better go and get Connie and Jack on their way. You be ok here by yourself for a bit?" "Sure. I'm just going to put him on the gurney and wheel him into the lab for the usual tests. It will be a little while before I need a hand. You going to scrub up and assist me today?" "Sure thing. I'm your nurse today. Margaret won't be back until Monday." Tina left him to go and get the others up. She had let them sleep a while. They talked about him like he was a piece of meat. When he awoke abruptly there was a tingling in his arms and legs. It was gone now and he was as helpless as he had been the night before. He thought about what he had overheard. What tests? Why did Tina need to scrub up? What were they going to do to him? The sick churning in his stomach was getting worse. The old man in his flannel shirt and jeans slid John off the crib and onto to a gurney. He was still helpless to resist. He was wheeled from the room, down the hallway. He was rolled into another room of polished steel and porcelain. He could see a huge high intensity light suspended from the ceiling. Operating room was the thought that came to mind and the thought terrified him. Ben wheeled him to the center of the room. From the same arm that he had injected the clear fluid into, he took two vials of blood to run his tests. From where John lay he could see only the light. He had to close his eyes to keep from being blinded. Ben unlocked, with a combination, the large cabinet that served as his small but complete laboratory. He turned on his portable radio to his favorite easy listening station and got down to work. It took Ben almost a half hour to complete his tests then he placed a call to an old friend. He would have the blood he wanted within the hour. Tina had fed them breakfast and gotten them off to complete their errands. She went back in the bedroom and showered. When she left the bedroom, heading for Doc's operating room, she was wearing crisp hospital greens, shoe covers and a cap over her hair. A surgical mask, tied around her neck, hung down on her chest. "How we doing?" Tina asked as she walked into the room. "Good," Answered Ben, looking up from the printouts of the tests. "Blood should be here in about ten minutes and we can get started." "Ok. I'm really anxious about this one. I think he's going to be our best one yet." "Why don't you get him out of his little pink jammies and diapers while I finish getting ready." Tina started to remove the pajamas when the man's eyes popped open. John had drifted off to sleep. Tina's touch awoke him. "You didn't knock him out Doc." Tina gave him an impish grin. "You weren't going to work on him without putting him under were you?" One of the things Tina liked about Ben was his sense of humor. "No, of course not." He said smiling. "You really are bad." Ben had actually thought about it. This one deserved it. He took the hypodermic from the tray. Tina had his clothes off in only a moment. She had become quite proficient handling grown up babies over the past few years. "There, he's ready for you." From the corner of his eye John could see the needle. He felt it enter his skin. Ben set the empty syringe on the tray and lifted one of the implants to show Tina. "What do you think. It should give him a nice 'B' cup." Tina wasn't sure. "I don't know Doc. He has a small chest and that big a breast might not look natural. Why don't we give him a slightly smaller one." They had made that mistake in the past and bigger was not always better. Besides, his chest would develop breast tissue from the hormone therapy. "Well, if you insist." A thought struck him. "I just got in something new." He went to the cabinet and removed a sterile container. "This is supposed to be the latest on the market. From what I've learned it feels completely natural to the patient. You can't tell it from the real thing. It won't sag or settle. I attach it directly to his chest muscle." "Sounds wonderful. Do you install it the same way? I don't want any ugly scars to show." "Nothing to it. I go in from under the armpit just like always. No visible scars." Ben assured her. The medication was taking effect but he didn't miss a word. Breast implants! He could see, through now blurred vision, the sack that the doctor held in his gloved hand. "Let's do it." Tina only wanted the best for John. There was a knock on the front door in the living room. "Blood's here." announced Ben. We can get started." That was the last sound John heard as blackness closed in on him. Implants were a simple matter for Ben. He had done so many in his forty years of practice. These new ones were only a little more involved that the older types. Using the heavy seams on the outside edges of the sacks, he was able to stitch them in place with permanent stitches. While bruising would be a little worse, the results would be worth it. There was no fear of them being torn loose or shifting. The next step was to fill out his buttocks. The multiple injections of solution into his cheeks would irritate the muscles and cause them to expand. The second solution would cause them to stay that way. Facial reconstruction was next. Ben had spent a week studying the photos Jack had taken with his telephoto lens, while tailing the man. All four had discussed this and agreed to do as little as possible but they wanted certain changes. Ben gave him a skin tuck at the hairline. It raised his eyebrows slightly and removed the wrinkles around his eyes. A slight tuck beneath both eyes drew his skin tight, removing the remaining wrinkles. He had healthy young skin so healing would be quick and complete. They all agreed that his little nose was fine the way it was but now Doc wanted to turn it up just a touch, at the end. "He'll be much cuter that way." Ben assured Tina. "No scars?" "Promise! I can do everything from inside his nose." "How long to heal?" "Five days to a week, no more." Ben was a very competent surgeon when he was sober and he was sober now. Tina trusted him. "Go for it." They had discussed cheek implants. "I'd rather do without them. They take so long to heal." Tina knew that would take away from the following stages of his transformation. "He has some nice cheekbones already and when we get the extra weight off him they'll be even more predominant." The others agreed. His chin was one of the things they all agreed needed work. It was too broad and too square. It took Ben over two hours to get it the way they wanted but it was worth it. "I really like the shape of his upper lip." Tina's finger traced the heart shaped curves. "I think you'll like the lower one too, when I've finished." Ben drew it down slightly to make it fuller and puffier. "He'll have a lovely pout." Most men had anything but a feminine smile. Ben had, on almost every occasion, shaped the corners of their mouths into a prettier curve. This one was no exception. Ben sat back, pulling the cap from his head. He was bushed. It was nearly two in the afternoon. They had been at it for almost five hours. They had done more for others in the past but usually spread the procedure out over several days. "I'm bushed." Tina was equally exhausted. "Me too." Ben pulled his tray over to him. "Just a couple of injections left and we can take a break." "Take your best shot Doc." Tina said with a smile. "You must be tired. Your jokes are sounding worse than mine." "Sorry." Tina said returning his grin. In the fleshy underside of the man's arm Ben injected a small time release capsule. The hormones would soften his features, smooth and soften his skin, retard the growth of body hair and drive his emotions wild until he adjusted. The other affects would be much more subtle. In a relatively short time his curves would soften and become more feminine. By the time he was delivered to Tina's customer he would look every bit a woman. The rest was up to the girls. "What's that for?" Tina asked, watching Ben lift the man's leg, turning him on his side. He had another syringe in his hand. "Hold him like that for me for a minute Tina." She did as he asked, although she didn't know why?. "You know how it always seem to take the hormones so long to have the effect we want?" Ben asked, as he cupped one of the man's testicles in his hand. "Well that's because the male hormones that his body is manufacturing," Ben pushed the needle easily through the thin outer skin but had to push harder to enter the testicle itself. He emptied half the syringe into it. "are fighting the female hormones his body's absorbing." "So?" Tina was still holding John's leg up. Ben repeated the procedure on John's other testicle. "So, this will stop that from happening. In about two days he will stop producing male hormones and the female hormones will be able to work more effectively, unchecked." Ben grinned. "He'll grow more feminine, faster." He helped her lower him to the table. Tina looked at him puzzled. "So instead of two to three months, it might only take a month or two." A light came on behind her eyes. "You little dickens. You said you wanted to castrate him." Ben acted sheepish. "Nobody hurts one of my girls and gets away with it." Tina threw her arms around the doctor while John lay sprawled out, unconscious on the table. "You're a love Ben. You are so sweet and adorable." Diapered, bandaged and dressed in his pink pajamas again, they put him to bed. An IV fed him nourishment him while a slow drip from another bottle would keep him subdued. They left him with a monitor on that was tied to a twin unit out on the kitchen counter. Tina made lunch for the two of them while they talked. "Considering everything we did, it would probably be better to let him rest through the weekend." "You don't think he'll be any more uncomfortable than any of the others were, do you?" "No, you can stop the sedative on Monday and start the muscle relaxant again. Just keep him from moving around too much on his own for a