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The adventures of Reggie Starr Book 2.8
The continuation of "The Haunted Clothes"
You readers are going to ask how Reggie got this call?
Remember the TG groups in Memphis? Lets go back and fill you in.
Well, one of our "sisters" managed to go through Reassignment Surgery and was now post op. She
soon discovered the problem with be a TS. She could not find work.
While she was a really good engineer, she couldn't find a job anywhere. She would not hook or
hustle. She did have her pride. After all the pain and struggle, she wouldn't lower herself to that.
So she moved.
She found a place in North Carolina. In Myrtle Beach, a little hotel needed a manager and a
cleaning person. She decided to move there and manage the hotel. Part of the job was indeed,
cleaning the rooms. She would have to wear many hats. She had a couple of Hispanic ladies
working there and they were happy to show her the ropes.
Angela had managed to make the little hotel comfortable and clean. She also managed to make the
hotel a profit after only 3 months. As a reward, she was given a raise and now was making the
grandiose amount of 1000 a month. This was working 12-hour days.
She was determined to make this work.
One night a black pickup with middle aged couple came in. Nothing was suspicious, but they paid
in cash. They took the room for a week. This wasn't an expensive hotel, mainly because of where
it was. This was the edge of the low-rent district.
It wasn't normal for a couple to stay this close to the district.
But the money was good to get and they were not that busy.
The couple registered and then made their way to the room. They had paid for the week in Cash.
The room was secluded and the only way Angela could see what was going on was the security
cameras. She normally didn't pay much attention to the cameras, but tonight, she noticed the
couple unloading their belongings, including two trunks.
Angela didn't hook. But the hookers did use the hotel for crash space. She allowed single
occupancy, but no tricks. The hookers could stay there and not get accosted, as long as they stayed
to themselves. None of them knew she was once a man.
The next morning, she got off work and went to her little office to sleep. She had a small room as
benefit of doing the manager work. Today, she got about 3 hours sleep when the hotel phone rang.
One of the cleaning ladies had a traffic accident and would be late. She would have to service
rooms until she managed to get in.
So she started in the back of the hotel, which was where the ladies started. Cleaning rooms was
mind-numbing work. So she put on the apron and started. The third room was interesting. This
was the strange couple's room. In this room, it looked like a backstage dressing room of a drag
show. She was very interested. But she didn't touch anything. They had forgotten to put the "do
not disturb" sign on the door.
She decided to leave fresh towels at the door and not clean the room. She noticed the diary on the
desk. It was opened to the last entry. There, she read the terrifying details of the previous nights
murders and the fact that the area they were working was getting too hot. Angela didn't touch the
diary and quietly got the hell out of the room. She quickly got her little throw a way camera and
came back and photographed several of the pages in the diary. Knowing this was going to be
evidence in a murder case, she knew to only touch the pages with something like a stick or knife.
She had a coffee stirrer and used that to turn the pages. Then she put the camera away and beat it
out of the room.
She was terrified. She sat down and thought about what she could do to stay alive. She knew these
were the two the police were looking for. She decided to call the number on the business card she
had gotten in Memphis. This police person was friendly to TG's and she could think of anyone else
she could call.
Then she decided to call the local police. Just as she got off the phone with the cops, two ladies
showed up in the couple's truck. She watched as the two beautiful ladies got out of the truck. This
was not the couple that had rented the room. They entered the room, and then she saw one of them
in the camera monitor look out of the room and look around. They had realized that they had made
the mistake of not putting the "do not disturb" sign on the door. They realized that the maids had
come in. They were looking for the cops. The couple reappeared at the door, loading up their
trunks and their stuff. They left the parking lot just as the police showed up.
The story she told the police was not the story she told Reggie. She realized that she wouldn't be
believed. So She told the police that she saw a pair of beautiful hookers enter that room. She told
them she saw a middle-aged couple enter the room in the beginning and she felt that the couple had
been killed. She didn't mention the diary to the locals. But she did tell Reggie.
The cops confiscated the videotapes of the security cameras. Then they just left. Reggie and Mary
were on the way, so Angela felt somewhat safe. It would be important to keep some extra security
around. She thought about what was going on and the hair stood up on the back of her neck.
She had good instincts. The pair of hookers would realize that they had left the diary open and that
the maids possibly would have seen it. They would have to die.
Angela worked the morning shift the following morning and the maids were about their business.
The same black pickup pulled up into the parking lot. 911 was the first thing she did. Then she got
on the house radio and told the maids to go to safety. She was just in time. The beautiful ladies
walked into the lobby and asked who had serviced their room yesterday. They were missing some
things and wanted to talk to the maid in question. Angela wasn't about to even think about telling
them anything. So she got on the radio and called a name that didn't work there and of course there
was no answer. Hopefully the maids would get the hint.
In the middle of the conversation with these two beautiful ladies, a police cruiser happened by.
They were noticeably distracted. The tall one pulled an exotic looking straight razor and got in
Angela's face.
"You had better be straight with us or your dead."
The razor went in the air. Angela reached for the baseball bad behind the counter and just as the
razor went down, Angela put everything she had into swinging the bat. Bat and razor collided.
The arm that had swung the razor was obviously broken. These two had no idea that they were
messing with the best softball player in Memphis, at one time.
The cops pulled up. The ladies left, and literally disappeared. They were gone. The truck was still
there. The trunks were still there. But the ladies were gone. At least one of them had a badly
broken arm, which meant medical attention.
The cops scrambled. Angela pointed out the straight razor to the cops. One of them picked it up
and put it in a plastic bag. Everyone left to chase the ladies. Then the strangest thing happened.
Two black ladies got into the truck and started to drive off. They paused at the front door, and the
driver made the "cut your throat" symbol. Then they got out of there.
The chase was on. It was really strange. They lost the ladies. They lost the truck. But the cops
had the murder weapon.
Angela got calls all the following day over the actions in the hotel lobby. She didn't talk to anyone.
She was still very shy about who she was.
The cops never got a call from any hospital. The razor that had been taken at the scene disappeared
from evidence. This pair of beautiful slick ladies had escaped again.
About this time, Reggie showed up. Reggie walked through the door of the little hotel. Angela
didn't recognize the person that was now Reggie Starr. She took Reggie as another hooker looking
for a crash space. She was kind, but to the point.
"I don't mind you ladies of the night crashing here. NO JOHNS! If I catch you hooking in my
hotel, I will throw you out and ban you."
Reggie knew what was going on so she was really cool. "Are you Angela?"
Angela looked at Reggie and shook her head a little. "Yes."
"I am Reggie Starr."
"You're Reggie? I don't believe it. You can't be. Reggie is a man."
"Not any more. I am post-op, just like you."
"Girl! What the hell? DAMN, I didn't expect this. You busting hookers or undercover?"
"Nope, just my normal look."
"I need to see ID!"
Both Mary Kate and Reggie pulled out the FBI ids. It was obviously real ID's. So at that point,
Angela slumped her shoulders and invited them back in the little office.
"Girls, I am in a big fix. Those hookers are coming back and they are going to kill me."
"Not while we are around."
"I am glad to hear it."
At that point, the telling of tails began. The history of everything went back and forth over the
table.
Angela produced the Camera with pictures of the diary.
"Girls, these two are brutal. I read about half the thing and it was like I was watching them do the
deeds. These two will kill anyone and enjoy it."
"Angela, tell me about the middle-aged couple. What did they look like?"
The descriptions of the two matched the missing couple that belonged to the pickup truck. The
information they had now would lead to the capture of these two. But there were disturbing facts.
"I hit the bitch with my baseball bat as hard as I could. I know I broke her arm in half. Later, I saw
the two black ladies get into the truck and drive off. I thought they were ok. I didn't know it wasn't
them. But I still got the bird and a cut your throat symbol. I don't really know what is going on."
Reggie took the Camera and left Mary Kate there. She needed to develop the Camera and look at
the pictures.
The plan was to stay with Angela and actually help run the hotel while pursuing the couple of
Beautiful ladies.
The trail was hot. The hookers were obviously interested in revenge. So it would be very
important to stay close to Angela.
Reggie hung around the one-hour photo shop. She knew the development of these pictures was not
as good as the FBI lab. But it would be good enough to see the diary and what was in it. If they
needed enhancements, she could get them.
Angela had done good. The pictures were easily readable and there were some blurriness, but not
so bad that a magnifying glass wouldn't fix.
The diary was terrifying. These two murderers would kill anyone. The Diary was obviously
written by the man, Sam. It was a chronicle of the bitches, deeds.
So where was the couple, Sam and Penny? Something was very amiss here.
Reggie kept the photos. She didn't turn them into the locals, but she did notify the Bureau what
was going on. This was not a normal serial murderer case. There were implications leading to
supernatural things. Reggie started notes on the case. Her instincts were on edge. Would the
hookers come back?
Her guts said yes. They would not leave Angela alone for a second.
Agents from the FBI were now quietly looking for the truck and the pair. The heat was on.
Sam and Penny were skin and bones. They were barely alive. But when possessed by the bitches,
they looked beautiful. The spirits had almost completely used all the life force the couple had. It
was getting harder to change and harder to move about.
The bitches had decided to abandon the couple. The next night, the bitches were looking for a new
pair of human bodies to change into.
All they had to do was get a person to wear some of the clothing. It was easy enough. They found
a pair of Gay Guys who looked fairly healthy. It wasn't hard to invite them to a hotel room and ask
if they wanted to "play".
The Bitches even offered to pay money. They got the pair to the room, and started playing dress up
games. The clothing did its trick. Once they had any of the clothing on, they were had. Sam and
Penny started changing back to themselves and the two new bodies started changing into the
bitches. Due to body structure and size, the bitch's new form was different. They were still big
busted and tall. But the faces and hair was clearly different.
Sam and Penny looked at each other. The removed the clothing, underwear, makeup and shoes.
They were naked and clearly almost dead. The bitches thought they were going to die quickly so
they just left them in the hotel room. The pair of murderers took everything except the diary and
loaded up the 4-door car with the trunks and their purchased new stuff. They left Sam and Penny
as they found them.
Once gone, Sam had just enough strength to dial 911 and then passed out.
The Police and the FBI got out there quick. The locals had the diary. The Diary had a story so
impossible that the cops completely discounted it. The Bureau wanted to see it and then made a
copy of it and gave it to Reggie. Reggie instantly knew what he was fighting. Sam and Penny
would also have to be protected. Sam and Penny were in the hospital. They were exhausted and
undernourished. Penny was touch and go for a while, but she would live. These people had lived
as the bitches from hell for almost 3 months.
Mary Kate stayed with Angela. Reggie went to the hospital and started talking to Sam. Sam could
barely talk. But Sam wanted to tell the story. Reggie was a good listener. And Reggie had
unusual abilities, which put lots of the little details together.
The clothing was possessed. Its spirits took over who ever wore it. But who were the pair? And
how did all this start?
Sam had some of the answers.
In the 1920's and 30's, gangsters were all around. There were stories about a pair of hookers who
would take in one of the bad guys, kill him with a straight razor, and dump his body. Who could
resist this pair of real beauties?
One day, a fairly sharp guy, rumored to be a big time mobster, figured out the girls plan and did
them. He packed up all their belongings and took them to a cave, and just dumped them there. So
there was a pair of trunks and the bodies.
Over the next 5 years, all the coastline creatures ate the bodies. The clothing stayed in the trunks.
The trunks were waterproof and were well made. The things in the trunks stayed intact.
There was hate here. The ladies had been killed violently and the souls were out for revenge. The
bitches stayed with the trunks. It was their link to what was left of their world.
When Sam and Penny found the trunks, they were the first to be possessed.
A terror had been released into the normal world.
Reggie and Mary Kate were after a pair of spirits. Who had been newly possessed?
Sam described a pair of flaming gay guys who were just out on the town, drinking and clubbing.
He had never heard the names. Just the two's description. This was going to be difficult. IF they
could change form and jump from bodies to bodies, Reggie would have to work very hard.
And the weapon was possessed too. The straight razor had just disappeared from police custody.
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The Murders continued. Johns and pimps generally. Why didn't these people learn? There was
one or two a night being killed. Even cops, who were posing as hookers, were being killed. No
one was safe. Most of the night traffic in the Beach area had dried up. This meant that the pair
would move on soon. They didn't have anyone to kill and steal money from.
Reggie had her hands full.
Things were getting worse. The North Carolina beach communities were getting the record of
murders for the United States. All the tourist were leaving. At night, the towns all along the beach
were deserted. The FBI and Local police agencies were being criticized and there was much
pressure to solve this case.
Sam and Penny were not going to be charged with anything. In fact, they were being released as
soon as they could leave the hospital. The police considered them hostages. They didn't match the
descriptions of the bitch murderers.
Reggie's instincts told her to stay close to Sam, Penny and Angela. There were signs that these two
bitch murdering ghosts held a grudge. It was Reggie's opinion that Angela was first on the list. So
she hung around. She played the hooker part. She looked the part normally, but she decided to
step it up a bit.
It required going to one of the local Club clothing stores. There she bought some exotic garter belts
and stockings. She also picked out some CFMP's. (You all should know this, but it means "Come
fuck me pumps.") She got the tightest spandex dress she could find, one that really showed the
cleavage. Then she found a French cut panty. She hated thongs. But she needed to show cheek.
When done, she looked just like one of the bitches had, cheap and easy. She was afraid to say this,
but she liked the way she looked. Not that she would ever act on it, but her male brain loved the
look.
She hung around the hotel. She stayed where she could be with Angela in minutes. Mary Kate,
who was actually enjoying being in the background, stayed with Sam and Penny.
There were things going on with Sam and Penny. Sam was restless. Penny wanted to just curl up
in a fetal position and just stay that way. The things that they had done, while being possessed, was
haunting them.
Mary Kate just had to keep the bitches away.
In the meantime, Reggie didn't have to wait long. She had the description of the latest vehicle.
And it had just passed by minutes before. Reggie looked like a hooker looking for a crash space.
The bitches knew this hotel was a crash space. So they completely ignored her presence. She was
just another hooker. That was their first mistake.
Angela was behind the counter. The pair came in the lobby. They knew about the bat. So they
were careful. Reggie was sitting in a chair, there in the lobby, drinking her favorite beverage,
coffee, and talking to Angela. Both Reggie and Angela were ready.
Angela had hit 911 autodial on the phone. The pair looked at Reggie and then Angela. They were
there to kill Angela. But taking on two people at once was a different thing to them. Reggie had
her gun. Angela had the bat. The bitches had walked into a real trap. Reggie's hair was standing
on end. She was as taught and ready to spring as she ever had. They just sat there, eyeballing each
other. Reggie knew just about everything she needed to know. These were a pair of possessed
innocent guys, converted into the bitches from hell.
IT couldn't be helped. Someone would have to die here. It wasn't going to be Reggie or Angela.
The two possessed guys might not live through this. But Reggie had talked about this. They had to
weigh the good of others over the lives of the two guys. We still didn't know their names.
The bitches spread. They didn't know Reggie and had no Idea what they were up against. Reggie
took one of them out almost immediately. She was using lethal Karate moves. The other bitch
headed for Angela. The bat was ready. Angela had been shown a couple of swift moves by Reggie
and the other Bitch had no idea what she was going to do. The new moves worked. Instead of
swinging, she used the fat end of the bat and hit the Bad Girl in the chest.
The bitches were down. But they were not out. When the girls realized they were trapped, they
shifted forms back to the guys. But the guys were exhausted. Possessing the forms caused extreme
fatigue. Once down, Reggie told Angela to hold them with the gun and shoot if necessary. She
knew the clothing was haunted. So they had to get the clothing off the guys.
Reggie pulled a very sharp knife and started to cut. But the underwear wouldn't cut. So they had to
be pulled off. It was tight. It was almost impossible to remove. But sooner or later, it came off.
The boys were naked and now safe.
Reggie got a plastic garbage bag and put all of it including the wigs, into the bag. The purses had
bare information, a bunch of money, and a hotel room key. It was easy to figure out the key.
Angela knew the keys from every hotel in the area. It was part of the training managers got. The
police got there and Reggie produced her FBI ids and gave the locals specific instructions. The two
guys were totally out and needed to go to the hospital. The garbage bag and the key, which Angela
identified as a hotel about 5 blocks away, were loaded up in Reggie's rental car and they headed to
the hotel.
The police were there waiting for Reggie.
The problem was that the ghosts would go to the chests. Reggie didn't want to get anyone else
possessed. She was taking a major risk. She knew it was the clothing. It was the chest. This was
dangerous.
Entering the room, there was a bunch of clothing, wigs, and the chest with the clothing. Reggie
assumed that everything was haunted. She had several of the local cops start loading the things into
a panel truck. There were no problems up to now. But everyone was warned to watch each other
and make sure no one acted strangely.
IF there were going to be a move made, it would be on the way to the incinerator.
Reggie would drive. The police would guide. No one else would be in the van. IF Reggie
stopped, the police had explicit instructions to stop her from running and even shoot her if
necessary.
Reggie hoped that they had all the clothing. Somehow, she knew it wasn't all there.
They got to the incinerator too easily. Something was wrong.
Reggie started asking questions. A couple of the officers started to act like they were preoccupied.
Guns were drawn. These two officers had picked up a pair of stockings and put them in their
pockets. It was a mindless action. They didn't even recognize that they had done it. The officers
pulled their weapons and started shooting at Reggie and the others. They had to be shot. Reggie
didn't have time to care for the wounded officers. She had to absolutely act quickly.
The items in the trunk were dumped into the fire. The shoes, wigs, makeup, and generally
everything were dumped into the fire. The stockings the dead officers had picked up were also
dumped into the fire. Reggie went rigid. The ghosts were trying to possess her. She warned
everyone with the last of her breaths. She passed out.
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Mary Kate was a catholic. She believed that they would need some extra help. The spiritual kind.
So There, Mary Kate showed up with a pair of priests. They took one look at Reggie and backed
off and regrouped. They had to act carefully.
This was bad.
What happened next was a battle, which no one expected. Reggie had physic abilities and she was
an easy target. She didn't even realize that she would be easy to possess.
The priests took on the job. There, on the ground, they thought was a hooker in all her glory, the
kind that wore skimpy clothing, crotch showing, garters showing, and a skintight dress. The holy
water and the exorcism rituals started. Reggie was fighting in her mind. The Bitches were not
giving up without a fight, but after a couple of minutes, the bitches finally gave up and left Reggie.
They were looking for someone else to possess. Everyone was being watched.
Reggie regained conciseness and sat up. Mary Kate looked at her. "Damn girl, you will never
learn. You got to take on the world all by yourself."
"Guess I am hardheaded."
"Guess you are."
"Thank you for the backup. This was one of those unusual things."
"What you think I expected? You're Reggie Starr!"
It appeared that the bitches were gone. All the possessed items were gone. Was everything over?
Little did they expect that the battle was just beginning.
The priests gave Kate, Angela and I special charms. They were blessed and were strong weapons
against spirits. These were powerful bitches.
The priests stayed around after the stuff had completely burned. They waited for the ashes to cool.
It would take all night. The Priests knew that if they didn't, there could be more trouble. They
would have to dose the ashes with Holy water and do some special rituals.
In the meantime, a gang of punks was walking by the disposal center. They saw the priests. They
saw the hooker. They saw all the police. This was a strange deal going down. They decided to let
the cops have it. The gang leader felt a bit strange. His lieutenant was feeling a bit fuzzy too. But
they thought the cops were burning some drug stuff. They might be getting high from something
the cops were burning. They beat feet out of there. These two Latino's quietly left the crew, and
headed to a storefront in the bad section of town. They knew which stores didn't have alarms. This
was a poor area and they knew what they needed was in this store.
They broke in. They looked all around and found what they were looking for. They got 5 or 6
pairs of stockings and several garter belts. They found several long wigs. They found bras and
foundations. They didn't find the shoes they were looking for because this was an older ladies
shop.
But the shoes they did find were ok for the moment. They took off all their clothing. They went in
back and found the little kitchen and bath area in the back of the store. Fortunately, the owner who
lived here, wasn't there, damn fortunate. The two gang punks started working on the changes.
They shaved themselves. The shower worked. They got themselves ready. Once they had the
underwear on, their bodies started changing.
Slappy easily filled the 38 DDD bra and garter belt. The stockings and girdle fit just fine. He now
had hips and beautiful legs. His face changed. He was perfectly made up. Now the only thing
necessary was the wig. The flat shoes were horrible in her book. But, they would do until they got
some more money.
Dogger was a bit larger. So the 42 E filled easily. Dogger was big, but the body changed so that
the new female form was evenly and beautifully proportioned. They were walking goddesses. The
fingernails on their rough hands started to grow. The hands softened, and narrowed. The bitches
were back.
As usual with the first time possession, the bitches had this little ritual. It was touchy feely time.
So the two gang punks started a very erotic groping and stroking session. Now the only thing left
was dresses. This was an older ladies shop. So the dresses and general clothing was traditional.
They had to deal.
They looked at each other. They nodded their heads. Reggie Starr had to die. Not only Reggie
Starr, but also Mary Kate, Angela, and anyone they had possessed!
EVERYONE MUST DIE. Reggie Starr would be the last!
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