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HIDE IN PLAIN SIGHT
By: Janet Jean
Rating: G
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A nurse and store owner saves the life of a middle-aged
man. He finds out what the "finer things in life" really
mean.
Standing on the spillway side of Hoover Dam I was on
my second roll of film, when this guy came up to me.
He opened his briefcase and showed me more drugs
then I have ever seen, and asked if I had the money?
This jerk must have thought I was there to deal.
Without thinking, I snatched his case and tossed it as
far as I could over the side.
While he was watching his drugs bounce off the rocks
below and become fish food. I picked up my camera
case and ran. I had just gotten to my car when the
bullets started to fly.
I felt the bullet hit me in my side, I thought to myself,
"Jeff, you dumb shit! what the hell do you think your
doing?"
Ducking, I ran into a crowd of tourists. We were
knocked to the ground as my car exploded.
I haven't seen confusion like that since Viet Nam. I
was able to jump on a tour bus as the doors were
closing. As the bus pulled out, the police and other
emergency vehicles arrived.
As we wound our way back toward Boulder City, I saw
a limousine following the bus, and assumed it was the
drug dealers, wanting a piece of my hide (or my life).
I asked the passenger next to me where the bus was
headed? She said they were a tour group from the
South Las Vegas Christian Church.
After two tours of duty in "Nam," I knew I was in deep
shit. I should be safe if I could stay in a crowd. I
hoped the thugs didn't want a blood bath, just me
(what am I saying)? I'm armed with a camera...how
can I defend myself?
As the bus pulled to a stop in front of the church, I
noticed there was way too much open ground. The
passengers would be heading in different directions,
some to their cars, some to the church. There just
wasn't enough cover.
I had a few hours before darkness would set in. I
knew, under the cover of darkness, my military
training would keep me alive. The limousine came to
a screeching halt behind the bus. Using that moment
of distraction to my favor, I ran across the street
heading for a row of shops. I ran into the center shop
(some sort of a woman's wear store). I went to the
back of the store and found the back door. I threw the
door open, then ducked back into the storeroom. I saw
the open bathroom and hid there, while leaving the
bathroom door ajar and hiding behind it, I hoped these
jerks would take the bait and run into the back alley.
All sorts of screaming and cussing was coming from
inside the store, true to form three men ran into the
storeroom, they paused looked around and ran out the
back door.
The store owner was close behind; she was doing all
the screaming, cussing, and was definitely mad. "Hell
has no fury as a WOMAN.....!" She closed and bolted
the back door, she turned around heading back into the
store and I heard her kick something and cuss in pain.
I don't want her mad at me I thought, as I felt myself
slipping to the floor and I passed out.
Someone was kicking me and telling me to wake up.
When my eyes started to focus, I was staring down the
barrel of a shotgun. Throwing my hands up, I said, "I
give, I surrender, ma'am! I needed a place to hide. I'm
no threat to you; I'll leave as soon as it's dark."
"Get up!" she screamed.
As I did, I felt my wound re-open and start bleeding
again.
"Your hurt, you're a bloody mess," she said. "You
won't get far in your condition. Who are you? Why
were those men chasing you? Look at me!" she
screamed. "Your Jeff Sinclair! You're the guy on TV!
Just what the hell did you do?"
I started to loose consciousness again. She grabbed me
and said, "Let's get you upstairs so I can treat your
wound. I'm a nurse, I own this place. You know, some
of the newscasters are calling you a hero."
God, this woman could talk. She was firing questions
at me faster then a machine gun.
When I woke up for the second time, I realized I was
naked and under the covers, plus all of the dried blood
had been washed off my body (I do remember her
saying she was a nurse).
I could smell my benefactor on the pillow and blankets,
I was thinking this woman has class and she sure
smells good, as I looked around her bedroom.
She came into the room at that moment carrying a tray.
I didn't realize how hungry I was until I smelled the
food she had brought me.
"Are you hungry?" she asked.
"Yes, how long have I been out?"
"About four hours," she said. "It's going on nine and I
found you when I was closing up my store at five."
She propped me up with pillows and set the tray of
food on my lap.
"Thank you, ma'am. It smells good and I could eat you
out of house and home," I said.
"Carol," she said.
"Pardon me?" I asked.
"My name is Carol, not ma'am! You should call me
by my name, especially if your sleeping in my bed and
eating my food."
I could feel myself blushing.
"Thank you, Carol," I said. "You're a very kind
person. I owe you my life, thanks doesn't seem
adequate.
"Oh pooh!" she said. Carol filled me in about my
wound, while I ate. She said it's just a graze, but it
was a bleeder and my clothes are ruined.
"That blood will never come out, compared to the other
scars on your body, this is just a scratch."
"It's your turn Jeff, who and what are you?"
"I'm a free lance photographer; I'm from Eugene,
Oregon. I'm 38, not married; I'm a Viet Nam vet.
That's where most of the scars came from. I'm on
vacation; well it's a working vacation."
I told her about the "drug deal" at the dam, and how I
got into her store. She brought me up to date about the
television reports. They had traced the rental car and
plastered my name and picture all over the airways.
A bystander had video taped the whole thing. The
police didn't want me, but the drug dealers wanted me
dead. The police had arrested three of the dealers and
were expecting to make more arrests soon.
Jeez they have given the "Bad Guys" everything except
my home address.
"I'm screwed," I said.
"Carol do you have some clothes, something from a
boyfriend or your husband? I need to get out of here."
I have a ton of clothes downstairs. This is a maternity
shop. No men's clothes, I'm not married. You know,
Jeff, we are about the same size. I'm sure I have
something that will fit you."
"That would be nice. All I need is jeans and a shirt, I
can buy the rest someplace else."
She handed me a pair of jeans and suggested I try these
on.
I just looked at her.
"Well? What are you waiting for?" she asked.
"Carol! Turn around, PLEASE! I'm naked."
"Oh for Christ sake! I'm the one that bathed you, and
put you to bed," she said as she ripped the blankets
away.
Red as a beet and having no choice, I pulled on her
jeans as I stood up. They fit ok in the legs, but I
couldn't get them over my "Beer Gut."
Carol laughed and said I had the belly of a woman in
her eighth month.
"Oh funny!" I said, laughing with her. "That explains
why my ex-girlfriend wanted me to go as a pregnant
lady last Halloween."
Tossing me a robe, she said, "Let's see what's
downstairs."
Half way down, she stopped and asked, "Did you?"
"Did I what?" I replied.
"Dress as a woman?" she asked.
"No! I never have," I replied.
"Too bad! You would make a cute girl," she said. I
could feel myself blushing as we entered her store.
I tackled Carol and pulled her behind a counter. She
started to scream as I clamped my hand over her
mouth. Her eyes were wide in fear.
"Carol, that's the limousine the goons were driving."
I peeked around the counter and could see three men
approaching her store.
"Carol, do you have a phone down here?" She reached
into the pleats of her skirt and produced a cell phone.
"Call '911,' tell them there are armed men outside
your store, you're alone and in fear for your life. Don't
mention anything about the drug dealers or me, and
only describe the car as big and black."
Carol was very convincing on the phone; within
seconds you could hear the police sirens coming from
different directions.
We saw the men run for their car and speed away.
"Carol, when the police arrive, you're on your own, I'll
hide upstairs!"
I waited for what felt like a lifetime, actually, only
about 30 minutes.
Carol came upstairs with an armload of clothes. Before
she got to the top of the stairs, she hollered, "God, I
need a drink!"
She dumped everything on the bed. I followed her
into the kitchen, she spun around and grabbed me in a
"bear hug" and started crying. I let her cry herself out
(what choice did I have?)
This lady has good taste I thought, as she pulled out a
fifth of "Wild Turkey." She drinks it "Neat." So cool, I
thought, when she handed me a glass.
I held my glass up in a toast.
"Carol, you have "Brass," I said, "You'd do to 'ride the
river with,' you're one special lady, with a lot of class."
That toast got me another hug and more tears. She
thanked me and said, "That is the nicest thing any man
has ever said to me."
Carol brought me up to date on what the police said.
They believe it was the drug dealers. They also believe
you're still in the area and that you are desperate. She
should keep her doors and windows locked and the
police will patrol the area throughout the night.
"Well, that's good for you, but bad for me. It will
make it much harder for me to escape; I'll have to duck
the good guys as well as the bad guys."
Carol took my hand, leading me back into the
bedroom; saying, "Lets see what clothes will fit. Jeff,
if you've never dressed as a woman, then why is your
hair so long?"
"That's easy...being free lance, I don't see a steady
paycheck, and for the price of a haircut, I can buy a lot
of beer or food."
"What do you wash it with?" she asked.
"I found some 39-cent shampoo in the dollar store," I
answered.
While we were talking, Carol had me try on two pair of
pants and two shirts (blouses if you will). The clothes
fit fine, but were missing something that I couldn't put
my finger on. Carol was studying me very intently and
asked, "Jeff, I would like to try something! I have an
idea that I know will work. Will you trust me?"
"Sure," I answered, not being fully aware of what I was
letting myself in for. Carol had this calming effect on
me, I trusted her.
Carol took me to the kitchen sink where she washed
and conditioned my hair, then she taped eye patches
over my eyes.
"Carol, are you cutting and putting curlers in my hair?
Are you putting makeup on me? Are those earrings?
What are you doing?" I asked.
"Will you please shut up! I'll be forced to tape your
mouth closed," she said.
Carol took the curlers out and brushed my hair. She led
me into the bedroom and had me brace myself against
the door jam. She had me lift my legs, one at a time. I
felt underwear sliding up my thighs. She made some
adjustments to my penis and testicles, pulling the
underwear tight against my crotch. The waistband
snapped well above my belly.
She then repeated the leg lifting as I felt pants slide up
my legs. Before she pulled them into place, I felt an
elastic belt slip around the underside of my belly and
she fastened it around my back. She then pulled the
pants into place. Having the waistband above my gut
felt funny. But at the same time it felt very
comfortable.
I could feel a bra slide up my arms and fasten in back;
she slid two heavy objects into the bra and made a few
adjustments to the straps. Carol then slipped a blouse
on and she placed a necklace around my neck.
She walked me back into the kitchen and sat me down.
" Jeff, I'm going to remove the patches and finish your
eye makeup. Don't look around. Just look straight
ahead."
She curled my eyelashes and put eye makeup on.
Carol handed me my wallet and said "Look at your
driver's license. What do you see?"
"I see me," I answered.
"Ok! Is that the same person that has been broadcast
on the television?"
"Of course, you know it is. That's me!" I said.
Carol had me close my eyes and led me into the
bedroom. She patted my hair and made a few
adjustments to my clothes.
"Ok Jeff, you can open your eyes."
I just stood in front of her full-length mirror staring in
awe. I couldn't believe what I was seeing; I looked like
a real woman. A really "pregnant woman," as I
turned from side to side. I brought my hands to my
face, hair, and breasts. I looked at Carol and said, "I
need a drink! I need to sit down."
As Carol brought me a drink, she looked into my eyes
and said, "It's awesome isn't it?"
"Carol, I always thought I would look like a 'fat jerk in
a skirt,' not like a real girl. You know, Carol, I owe my
ex an apology, I said some nasty things to her last
Halloween."
"Jeff, with some fine tuning, your mother wouldn't
recognize you."
"What else needs to be done?" I inquired.
Carol reached over and plucked some hairs from my
chest.
"Ouch!" I said.
"You can't do that to a woman," she answered. "We
need to remove your body hair, put a setting gel in your
hair, get rid of your five o'clock shadow, and do your
nails. When that's done, you'll be able to hide in plain
sight."
"When my store opens in the morning, you'll be able to
walk out of here with my other customers. What do
you say?"
"Wow! Carol, you're right, this is the best disguise I
could hope for. No one would dare shoot at a pregnant
lady."
I slapped my hand to my belly and said, "I think my
baby kicked!"
We both were laughing and were having a good time.
Carol said, "Ok, lets get started so we can get some
sleep. We'll need it tomorrow."
She was a whirlwind of activity. She put a hair
removal cream all over my body, and had me shampoo
and condition my hair again. When I dried off, she
applied a sweet smelling lotion all over me, and then
she had me slip into a pair of silk pajamas.
WOW! This is the most erotic feeling I have ever had.
Junior (my pet name for my penis) jumped to attention
for the first time tonight. The silk pajamas on my
hairless body, was doing things to me I had no control
over. For the first time in my life I felt sexy, YES! GI
Jeff feels sexy.
Carol had a grin from ear to ear as she watched me run
my hands over my body. As I reached down to adjust
Junior, she handed me a wash cloth and said, "Wrap
'him' in this so you don't leak and stain your
pajamas."
I blushed and said, "Carol, I have never felt this sexy
in my life!"
"I know the feeling well," she answered, "All women
know that feeling."
She sat me down and started to work on my hair, this
time I got to watch as she shaved off my sideburns,
rubbed in a setting gel, and started rolling my hair in
rollers of assorted sizes.
When she finished my hair, she shaped my eyebrows,
attached fake fingernails, shaped, and polished them.
While all of this was going on, we were trying to come
up with a girl's name I would be comfortable with. I
settled on Alice because I felt like "Alice in
wonderland."
I cleaned up the kitchen as Carol got ready for bed. She
came out in a sheer powder blue baby-doll nightgown,
which left nothing to the imagination; this is one
beautiful woman I thought. She handed me a pair of
cotton panties and told me to wear them under my
pajamas to absorb any leakage. When I went into the
bathroom, I sat down! I don't know why I did that, it
suddenly just felt natural.
As Carol and I crawled into bed, we hugged, cuddled,
and caressed each other. Carol slid her hand down to
my thigh.
Looking into my eyes, she asked, "Do you want to?"
"More then anything, Carol, more then anything!" I
replied, "but I won't, I won't take advantage of you
and your emotions; I'll wait until the timing is better."
Carol held my face in her hands and said, "Jeff, you're
the first man I've ever met that thinks with his heart
and head, not his 'Hard-on.' I love you for that."
We kissed and cuddled for the longest time, falling
asleep in each other's embrace.
I woke up startled and disoriented! Something woke
me up? Carol grabbed me holding me tightly. I was
shaking as she held my head to her bosom, soothing
me, saying it was ok, the noise was Sylvia.
"She opens the store for me, I'm not a morning person,
Jeff."
I looked into her eyes and said, "You look good in the
morning, good enough to eat."
"Promises, promises," Carol snickered.
We were smiling at each other when she said she
would get up, put coffee on and go warn Sylvia about
the "Thugs."
I got up to use the bathroom, and when I finished, I
looked at myself in the mirror. It wasn't a dream. I
really did let her transform me into a woman, a
pregnant woman, at that. So much happened in the
last 14 hours. I was enjoying every moment of it...I
liked the feeling, I liked the look. I wondered if I
would continue this when I got back home?
I had just gotten back in bed when Carol came in with
two cups of coffee. We talked about anything and
everything. Carol said this is how women
communicate all the time. I found it fun and relaxing.
I didn't feel like I had to prove anything.
After our second cup of coffee we decided it was time
to get up, Alice needs to meet the world.
After a quick shower and a very close shave, I used a
dusting powder Carol gave me. She supervised me
while I dressed. She showed me how to tuck "Junior"
away while pulling on fresh panties. Then she showed
me how to fasten the maternity belt, then came the bra
and breast forms. She showed me how to put on
pantyhose, my pants, and blouse (which buttoned in
reverse.)
Carol took the rollers out of my hair and I was
mesmerized by the bounce each curl had. She brushed
and styled my hair, then did my makeup, put earrings
and necklace on me, gave me a watch, and a bracelet.
She looked me over from head to toe and went to her
jewelry box and slipped a very expensive wedding band
on my finger.
"Carol, I can't accept that. It's way too expensive!"
"Oh pooh! she said, "besides I've decided to escort you
to Eugene, a woman in your condition doesn't travel
alone."
"Your what?" I asked. "You're kidding me."
I jumped into her arms and gave her a hug and kiss,
and told her she may not want to return to the desert,
once she gets the taste of the "Pacific Northwest."
Carol swatted my butt and told me to go downstairs
and find some shoes.
"Alice! Be careful going down the stairs your nylons
will be slippery. Sylvia will help you, while I shower
and dress."
No sooner had she said "be careful," my feet slipped
out from under me and I fell down the last three steps.
Sylvia heard the noise and came to my aide. When she
saw my condition, she was all over me.
"Is your baby ok? Are you ok? Honey let me help you,"
she said.
Sylvia helped me into a chair and wouldn't let me do
another thing. She found shoes for me, brought me
coffee and cookies.
That is how Carol found me when she came down.
Sylvia told her what happened and how concerned she
was for my baby. Carol came over to me and said,
"You poor, poor, dear, and then punched me in my
gut."
"Why did you do that?" I hollered.
"That's for scaring the shit out of my sister!"
Carol told her all about my transformation. Sylvia kept
glancing my way, shaking her head in disbelief. At
one point, her eyes went wide open and she put her
hand to her mouth. I heard her say, "he didn't!...well
I never!...oh my!"
"Carol you keep him, he's one of a kind!"
Sylvia came over, giving me a hug, and welcomed me
to womanhood. Then she hauled off and hit me in the
arm (hard,) saying, "Don't you ever do that to me
again! You scared the shit out of me."
Then she gave me another hug and started to cry.
I guess I really had shook her up. I apologized and
gave her a hug and kiss.
Sylvia held up my left hand and said, "If you lose our
mother's wedding set, your dead meat!"
We all laughed and relaxed, chatting like three women
would. A few customers came in the store and
swooned over how radiant I looked. I found out a
pregnant woman doesn't get to do very much for
herself. Everyone wants to do everything for you, and
they want to feel the baby kick, when are you due, do
you know the sex? One question after another and they
don't even pause for a breath.
The police came by and told us all of the drug dealers
had been arrested, the video and witnesses at the scene
will be enough to convict all of them. Carol asked if
Mr. Sinclair had been found? They said no and they
thought I was on my way home. That was ok with
them, because I wouldn't be needed to testify. They
wished my baby and I good luck and departed.
No one had suspected a thing! I was exactly what they
saw-a pregnant, married woman and I like that.
Authors Note: SIBC? I have a few ideas on where this
story should go the possibilities are endless.
Comments are welcome to ([email protected])
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