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The Woman's Help Corporation - The Beginning
by Jennifer Allison
"Lesley, this is your mom," Mrs. Wells said to her eldest daughter's
answering machine." I have some bad news. Your sister Linda was found
dead in her home last night. The police thinks it is a suicide."
"I know this is not the right way to tell you. But I know you would want
to know right away and not hear it from someone else. Please call me.
I might be out of the house, but keep trying."
Lesley could hear the pain and sadness in her mom's voice when
she listened to the message. Her sister had married her high school
sweetheart, who was socially and financially beneath her; A policeman.
And a man the family very much disapproved of. As the result of a lot
unkind words, Mother and daughter hadn't spoken to each other in three
years.
Lesley left a quick mesage on her mom's machine. She only gave
the estimated time of her arrival. Lesley knew that her mom needed
her.
As Lesley entered the house she noticed the change in the
atmosphere. It seemed like the life of the house had just vanished.
As Lesley was growing up the house had beem light and lively. Today it
was dark and gloomy. As she greeted her mom in the living room, Lesley
noticed that it wasn't just the house. Her mom looked like death warmed
over. She appeared to have been crying for three solid days.
"Lesley, dearest Lesley. Thank you for coming. I don't think I can
take this anymore." Mrs. Wells whispered, as she collapsed into her
daughter's arms.
After settling her mom for a much needed nap in the Master
bedroom, Lesley found out what was causing her mom so much grief.
Since the police had listed Linda's death as suicide, Linda couldn't be
buried with the rest of the family in the church graveyard. The church
would not be budged no matter how much money was offered.
The police were standing by their statements.
Even with both mom and daughter working on the problem all the
next day they got nowhere at all.
That evening Lesley said to her mom. "To tell you the truth, mom, my
gut is telling me it wasn't a suicide. Linda was not that type person,
regardless of how bad the situation might have been. She was so much
against killing anything, I can't see her taking her own life."
"Things change, so do people."
"Not Linda, and I don't care what the police say, Linda didn't commit
suicide."
"There is nothing we can do. The police have closed the case."
"Remember my friend Sharon from high school? She is a private
detective now. I want to hire her, and find out the truth."
"Go ahead, I will do anything to find out the truth."
* * * *
Lesley called her friend and made an appointment for the
following afternoon.
Both Sharon and her partner, Chris, were at the meeting. They were
more than partners in business, they were partners in life. Lesley had
known about Sharon's lifestyle in high school. While the rest of the girls
avoided Sharon like a leper, Lesley became her best straight friend.
"Lesley, I have asked Chris to be here in the hopes that two heads are
better than one."
"I have no problem with that."
"We both want express our condolences on the death of your sister," Chris
said, speaking for the first time.
"Linda is the reason I am here. I feel as my mom does, that there is
no way Linda took her own life. She hated killing anything at all. I
remember when we were growing up, she would catch a fly instead of
killing it and then let it go outside."
"People change," said Sharon.
"Not Linda. I don't want my mom to know about this part of our talk, but
Linda and I have been writing each other every other week for the last two
years." she handed a much read and rumpled letter across the desk for the
others to read.
After giving both detectives time to read Linda's last letter she
questioned. "Does that sound like a woman about to commit suicide? I
know she was having marital problems, but nothing worth killing herself
over. This letter was written two days before her death."
"Okay, we will look into your case, but I won't promise you anything. All
I will say is that I will do my best to find out the truth. Also, I want
to keep this letter, and have it analyzed by a shrink I know. She will
give us an honest opinion about your sister's state of mind. She
specializes in these kinds of problems."
"Here, all I ask is that you don't tell my mom about the letter. I will
decide if she needs to know."
Lesley then left the office.
* * * *
For the next three weeks Lesley didn't hear anything from
Sharon.
During this time, Linda was buried in the family crypt. The
church agreed finally to let them do this. But only after the family
agreed that the church would have nothing to do with the funeral. Lesley
got lucky again, another former classmate was an Air Force Chaplain
and he agreed to perform the service. Linda's husband refused to
attend, and even refused to let them have an open casket ceremony.
Three weeks to the day from her visit to the private investigator,
Lesley received a call from Sharon. "Lesley, Sharon. We need to meet.
I think it is better that we meet at Dr. Beal's home, that psychiatrist I
mentioned giving your sister's last letter to, so we can save a little time.
Her regular patient schedule is booked and what she and I need to say,
I don't think anybody but you needs to hear just now. What you will tell
your mom will be up to you.
"One thing I can tell you right now. It was not a Suicide!"
* * * *
That evening at Dr. Beal's home...
"Your sister was not suicidal in my opinion, and in the opinions of four
of my colleagues. I faxed her letter to them and asked what they thought
the person who had written it was like. Suidice was not even mentioned.
All their responses came back with the statemen that she was a woman
who really loved life."
"Where does that leave us?"
Sharon's face was grim as she replied, "With one word. Murder!"
"What!? are you sure? Do you know by who?"
"Yes, I am sure. She was beaten to death. That is why her husband ordered
a closed casket funeral. As for whom? Her husband and three of his
policeman buddies are the culprits." replied Lucy Beal.
"Why?"
"Your sister was about to start divorce proceedings against him, claiming
spousal abuse. He knew even if he could prove these charges wrong, that
a rumor of them would ruin his chances of becoming the Chief of Police.
Or even more." answered Susan.
"Can you prove any of this?" asked Lesley.
"No! Not enough evidence, even to have the Police Internal Affairs look
into it. The four of them covered their tracks quite well. The only reason I
know they did it at all is a reliable contact I have at the Police Department.
This person told me, but if he is pushed to say something, he will lie and
back the police," said Susan.
"I got the same thing from a friend at the Coroner's Office. She saw
Linda's body as it was brought in. According to her it looked as if she
had been hit by an 18-wheeler. Not once but a couple of times." Susan
added.
"Do you know why there is a cover up?"
"Yes, one of your brother-in-law's buddies is the son of retired Chief
Inspector Younger. So using his father's influence he got everybody who
might talk about it scared into silence."
"Does Chief Younger know what happened?"
"No! I can't go into detail," said Lucy. "But I can tell you this. If Chief
Younger found out his own son had done something like this he would
help drop the gas pellets in the gas chamber himself."
"Is there anything we can do?" asked Lesley.
"Legally no, but there might be a way," replied Lucy.
"What is it?" asked Lesley.
"I have a colleague who is into Hypnosis. She has used Hypnosis to
make changes in people's lives. I have seen it work. She has gotten a
perfectly normal man with no fantasy of ever dressing up as a woman to
start asking for a sex change operation the next day."
"Will she help?" asked Lesley.
"Definitely. She is now in a wheelchair because her husband beat her
with a baseball bat and broke her back."
"I might have some information that will help," said Sharon. "It seems
like our four cops just don't beat their wives. They'll beat anybody they want
to."
Sitting very quietly, as Sharon and Lucy looked on. Lesley went into
deep thought. All of sudden she perked up. "I have a perfect solution for
my brother-in-law and his friends. Could you contract your friend and make
an appointment, for me?"
"Sure. What have you got in mind."
"I won't tell you just yet. But if everything works out, my brother-n-law
and his buddies will wish they had died instead of my sister."
After the second appointment with Lucy's friend it took three weeks to
set everything up.
Using Chris and Sharon dressed to attract attention as bait to lure them in,
two of the cops were doped and placed in Hypnotic trances. Over the weekend
all they listened to were hypnotic suggestion tapes. When Monday morning
rolled around all they remembered of the weekend was that It had been just
like the weekend before.
When Carl Younger and Linda's husband Sam, had their days off, they
too, were doped and placed in hypnotic trances.
A week later all four buddies started moonlighting at their new jobs.
They worked as policemen during the daytime, but at night they didn't even
realize they were working another job. The hypnotic suggestions were hard at
work. Lesley didn't want them to know what was going on until the right
moment.
Two weeks later the Chief of the Police received a complaint from five
irate citizens, Lesley, Sharon, Chris and Lucy. And one from someone
who actually had seen them there. Someone who had visited our four
friends' new place of employment and found it to be disgusting.
"I don't know what the Police force is coming to lately, but if this an is
example of the people who we have working as police, All of them should
be taken out and shot. Especially these four officers."
After reading the letter three times, the Chief decided to investigate
the complaint. The only problem was how to do so. If he turned the matter
over to Internal Affairs (IA), four careers could be ruined, even if it wasn't
true.
So he did the next best thing. Of all the friends the chief had, there
was one man who could investigate the matter and tell the chief the whole
truth honestly.
When the chief asked his friend the response was, "Sure, no problem.
I'll look into it. I owe you a big favor anyway"
Four days later, the chief received his friend's report.
"It is worse than you told me about. Here is a VHS tape they are selling at
the bar of the four officers you asked about."
After watching the tape, the chief couldn't believe what he had seen
and heard.
"It gets worse," his friend told him.
The shocked chief asked. "Can you recognize them?"
"Yes, I can. If you look closely at the four officers, you'll see that they
are wearing their badges and I wrote down the numbers. Here they
are."
Over the intercom, the chief asked his secretary for the records on our
four friends and eight other officers whom where approximately around the
same age, height, and build. Just so there wouldn't be any questions if his
friend picked out the four officers in question.
It took him less than two minutes to pick out the four buddies.
He then asked the Chief. "What are you going to do now?"
"I am not sure, but first I am going to bring someone else in on this."
* * * *
That afternoon the Chief had another visitor, retired Chief Inspector
Younger. The Chief knew if he did anything in this matter, Chief Younger
had to be told. Telling him now would stop any trouble later on.
After viewing the videotape, Chief Younger asked. "Are you sure it is my
son?"
"Yes, I went outside the department and asked a reliable friend of mine
to check it out. He owed me a very big favor. He identified all four officers
by their pictures, and he picked them without the slightest hesitation out
of a set of twelve pictures. He also gave me their badge numbers.
"That isn't all, " he began telling Chief Younger the rest.
Chief Younger's face appeared a little green. "I think I am going to be sick."
After giving Chief Younger a few minutes to calm himself, the chief then
said, "I want to raid this place as their act is on stage."
"I don't want to give you any ideas but my advice is that the raid should
take place when they are performing their other job. We have their stage
act on tape, and we need to catch them doing the other thing red
handed."
"Good idea, I know I am asking a lot. Would you like to come along?"
"Yes, I would. If my son is doing this reprehensible thing I want to be
the one who locks him up and throws away the key."
"I'll set up the raid for next Saturday night. My friend said he would help.
As long as he is not arrested and/or has to appear in court."
"Just give the time and place to meet, and I will be there."
* * * *
That Saturday night a police Raid took place at the Oh La La, a male strip
joint. It happened so quickly and quietly, that they found officer Parkins,
wearing only bra and panties, sitting on the lap of a customer, and wearing
a hat normally worn by a policewoman. It seemed that the four friend's new
job involved doing a striptease starting out as policewomen.
By sheer kuck the customer's lap Officer Parkins was sitting on was the
Chief's friend, who reported, "He has been trying to get me into the back
room for the last five minutes."
When Chief Younger didn't find his son out front, he started looking for him
in the back. He found him in the first room he checked. His son was still
wearing his policewoman's hat and make-up. What he found made him sick
all over again.
What he saw was his son being butt fucked by a black man. As he was
being fucked he kept saying, over and over. "Fuck me good. Make a good
girl out of me!"
Still not recognizing his father, Carl stopped talking to the black man for
a moment and saucily told him, "If you step outside a minute I'll service
you next."
"Carl!"
As if on cue the black man shot his load and Carl went into orgasm.
Chief Younger couldn't say any more to his feminized son. He told
the three officers who followed him. "Let him put on his panties, and give
him a blanket. Then handcuff him."
"Dad! Please."
When they found Sam he wasn't doing any talking. He was too busy
giving a blowjob to one customer while another was butt fucking him. As
it had happened with Carl, when Sam was identified both men shot their
loads. Sam went into an intense orgasm as they did.
As with Carl, Sam was allowed put on his panties, and then handcuffed.
They found Officer Arnold in another room. He was caught in the act of
giving a blowjob.
* * * *
The word spread through the police department as the four friends
were fingerprinted, photographed side, front view, and full body, without
the blanket. The police officer taking the pictures wanted these pictures to
be special. He was one of those fellows who couldn't pass up a chance to
make a buck. By the end of the next day every police officer had paid $5
for the complete set of four. By the end of the week each officer had a copy
of the tape showing the culprit's strip tease act.
All four officers were interviewed by Internal Affairs. After IA was done,
each of the four were called into the Chief of Police's office,
separately.
When asked why they did what they had done they couldn't explain. All
they remembered was waking up that morning, and doing some shopping.
The next thing they remembered was being identified at the strip tease
joint.
"We found the receipts for some of the stuff you've bought . Bras,
panties, panty hose, dresses and lingerie." Each one was informed.
After showing each of the four the tape of their strip tease act, they
were given a choice. Either resign from the police department or go to jail.
"You will not have any protection in jail. You gave that up the day you
disgraced the uniform," the chief coldly told them.
"I won't do either, Carl sneered. "My dad will have something to say in
this matter,"
"Your dad did have something to say about all this," the chief smiled,
handing the other a letter.
'Carl or should I say Carla: As far as I am concerned you no longer exist.
I am notifying all our relatives of what you have done to disgrace our
family name. What they will do about it will be up to them. As for me and
my wife, we are leaving town. I won't be able face one police officer here
and also I am afraid if I stayed I would end up shooting you on sight. As
far as I am concerned your last name is Jones.
Arthur Younger'
"Does that answer your question, Carla Jones?" the Chief asked.
All four officers resigned.
The four friends were allowed to get dressed. But they had to wear
the women's clothing they had bought earliler. They were given only
enough money for them to share a taxi fare to go back to the club.
The address they gave the taxi driver wasn't that of the club. It was
the address of Lucy's friend.
Lesley and her friends were not done yet. Not by a long shot.
As the four men sat down in the conference room, a hypnotic phrase
was used to put them all in a trance. As the four of them sat there staring
into space, Lesley and Sharon strapped each of them down. This way there
was no way that anybody could get hurt.
Lesley asked Sharon "When will Pico show up? I want to see their faces
when they meet their new boss."
"Not for at least an hour. If we haven't finished, Chris will keep
him entertained," replied Sharon.
After all the ropes were tightened and all the straps were in place,
Lesley used the wake up phrase implanted in her victims.
"Wake up girls, wake up."
In unison, all four replied. "We are not girls. We are girls."
They tried four times to say they were men. But all that came out
was "We are Girls!"
"That's right, Girls, you can't even say you are men anymore," Lesley
smirked.
Walking over to Sam, she asked, "Do you recognize me, Samantha?"
"My name ain't Samantha, it is Samantha."
"Don't you understand yet? Yyou four are no longer men, you're
women. When someone asks you your name, you'll answer with your
new feminine name. You won't even answer someone who calls you
by your old one."
"Now Samantha, do you recognize me?"
"You're Linda's sister Lesley."
"Right!"
"What did you do to us?" asked Carla. "I never met you, and I haven't
done anything to harm you."
"What about what you and the others did to my sister?"
"You can't prove a thing."
"You're right, we can't prove a thing in a court of law. But one problem,
if you noticed, is that you are not in a courtroom. Even though I will be
your judge and jury."
"You can't do this to us," Natalie Arnold complained.
"Yes I can. And I will. You beat or help beat my sister to death. Then
with the power of your father's name Carla, you covered it up. So with the
help of some friends, and hypnotic suggestions, you are about to be
sentenced to your personal prison."
"Why me? I didn't do anything to your sister." asked Brenda Parkins.
"You might not have done the beating, but you were there. Did you
stop them? NO! Did you try to help my sister? NO! Did you report what
happened to IA? NO! You just helped them cover it up. So you are as
guilty as they are."
"So what else can you do? What you have done has already made us
the laughing stock of town."
"Would you like to hear about your punishment?" Leslie asked sweetly. "In
a little while the four of you will be taken to a clinic. A clinic where your
bodies will be made more feminine. The only item that might be considered
manly we are going to leave you will be that item between your legs.
"Samantha, I remember Linda telling me that you were always after her
to have her breasts enlarged. So I hope you'll like yours, they will be about
44 inches.
"After you leave there, you'll go back to work at the Ooh La La. Doing the
same things you did last night. When you aren't working at the club you'll be
working for an old friend of yours. As your pimp, he will take his share out of
the money you make, even when you work at the club."
"What do you mean Pimp?"
"Oh! I forgot to tell you about your new jobs. You are DRAG QUEEN WHORES."
"NO! not that."
"Yes that. I am not cruel. So to help you live with what you have become
the only time you'll remember anything other than what we have programmed
will be when you have a dick in your butt or in your mouth."
"Please!"
"Is that how my sister begged when the three of you beat her to death?"
"It was an accident. I didn't mean to kill her." Samantha whined.
''Then the report should have said accident. But you had to make it into
a suicide."
"Is there anything we can say or do to change this?"
"Nothing at all. Now, would you like to meet your new boss? He has
been waiting out in the hall for the last five minutes."
As Pico entered the room all four of them screamed. "NO!"
"Yes. The four of you got a lot pleasure out of harassing Pico and his
girls. So I thought that you would like to become one of those girls
yourselves."
Pico turned to Lesley and stated. "I would like to try out one of my new
girls."
"Pick the one you want, then say these words in her ear," Lesley
then whispered the magic words.
Walking over to Samantha, Pico bent down and whispered into her ear.
Then he released her bonds as the others watched, knowing the same
thing would happen to them. Samantha fell to her knees and immediately
started to remove Pico's pants and underpants. Within seconds Samantha
had Pico's dick in her mouth.
Lesley walked over and asked Samantha a question. "Do you like sucking
cock?"
Samantha stopped sucking a second to reply. "The only thing I like better
is having a cock up my ass." Samantha then resumed sucking.
All the time this was going on, deep down inside, Sam was
screaming. 'STOP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'
As Lesley left the room, she said these words. "I hope to never to see any
of you again."
An hour later Lesley explained to her mom about what had happened to
Linda, and the punishment meted out to her murderers.
"I sentenced them to a special punishment, but I think they wish they
were in jail."
"You know Lesley, Linda wasn't the first wife to get beaten and she won't
be the last. What I would like to do is set up a company that will help
anybody who needs it when no one else can."
"I have been talking to the others, Sharon, Chris, Lucy and Jennette
about the very same thing. The only problem is money. Sharon and Chris
barely make ends meet. Lucy and Jennette are doctors, but they still have
school loans to pay off."
"That is why my idea is so perfect. The four of you will do the work and
let me bankroll it."
"I think there are going to be a lot people out there who will wish Linda
never died. Do you have a name for your new company, Mom?"
"Yes! Woman's Help Corporation."
END
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