The Fury Saga Book 1 - Hell Hath No Fury free porn video

Fury - 'The Authors Cut' ================================== (c) [email protected] 1994-2000. Introduction from Darkside. =========================== Fury Book 1 - 'Revised.' ================================== (c) [email protected] 1994-2002. Introduction from Darkside. =========================== A few months ago I announced my retirement from writing TG stories, but promised to finish off the changes I'd always wanted to make to books 1 and 2 of the fury saga. I am still officially retired and will remain so, the peace and release i've found over these past few months have proven to me that I made the right decision. However, the unfinished changes to Fury I had started represented loose ends that needed to be tied. This is the revised first book of those changes. It took me a little over two years to plan every plot thread and character out in the saga and a further six to write them. In the course of this planning and writing I had chosen to discard some scenes because, at the time I either didn't see how they could fit in, if they gave too much away and usually I lacked the ability to write them . This version puts some of those scenes back in and hopefully will merit a re-read of this, the first book. In total i've added about another 3000 words to this book which is I hope enough to merit some of you to re-read the story again You'll find it quite close to the one published but a lot more detail has been fleshed out, a few plot holes closed and the story is now slicker, more professional and in keeping with my later writing style. You are welcome to do to this what you will, repost it,store it,print it etc etc. The only thing you are NOT allowed to do is charge people money for reading it(unless you want to publish it, then we'll talk). The only price I exact for this story is that you let me know you've read it and what you thought of it. Part 1 Hell Hath No Fury. ------------------------- "Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turned, Nor Hell a fury like a woman scorned" William Congreve 1670-1729 1. Prelude ========== The day was perfect, the sun shone in a brilliance that had seldom been seen in that part of the country. But then again it was the day I was supposed to get married. I say supposed because I wasn't really in love with Elizabeth. It's a shame I only really realised that fact as I got out of the wedding limousine. How would her family react, what about my family even, could I ever live down the shame of jilting her? I am getting too far ahead of myself though so let's begin at the beginning. Once upon a time.. No, that's not right. Anyway it was about four years ago that my car had, had a puncture and the only spare tyre I had was in my wishful thinking. Debating whether to walk the 35 klicks to the nearest town or to wait for help wasn't really an option as the temperature outside had to be in the minuses, and knowing my luck I would freeze to death before I got more than half way. So I waited, running the engine just to keep warm and watching the snow begin to fall in a soft but menacing way. Three hours later and my fuel ran out, and with night falling and with not a single car in sight things looked bleak. As darkness and cold came over me and I began to sink into unconsciousness my last thought was 'What was that cartoon with the family who was trapped in a prehistoric world?' I remember hearing a voice, a lady's voice that seemed to sound as though from heaven. Its softly spoken eloquent tones warmed my heart and made me think that perhaps I had been good enough after all. The voice said, "check his insurance." It was at that moment in a blurry haze I saw her, radiant in a white coat and looking concerned. I needed to thank her for saving me and to express the feelings welling up inside of me but all that came out was 'Uhhhh wher' "SShhh rest now," that wonderful voice replied. Later much later (I was told around three days) I awoke saddened not to see my nightingale in the white coat but an elderly figure again in white. "Don't Worry You'll be out of here as soon as Dr Bexley gives her permission." "Dr Bexley?" "Yes I believe you have sort of met. In fact if it hadn't been for her you probably would have been dead by now." So Dr Bexley was the nightingale's name. "I would very much like to thank Dr Bexley for saving me." "Of course -- I will just go and see if she is free." And with that the doctor went out. An hour or so later there was a knock on the door. "Can I come in?" (Oh That Voice!) "Please." In walked perhaps the most beautiful lady I had seen, She was about my age (27) and height (5'10), with long auburn hair that seemed to emit a golden glow all by its self. Blue eyes looked at me with concern whilst the lab coat did nothing to hide the slender,slyph like body underneath. As she walked into the room she seemed to glide with an almost aristocratic air. "How are you feeling?" "Better," I croaked(come closer please..) She obeyed my thought and stood over me which gave me a better chance to study her face. Eyes, definitely blue but with an everso slight touch of gray Nose Just right maybe just a little large, more Nicole Kidman than Jennifer Aniston though. Lips full, the mouth was a little large but a wonderful pout. Oh Yes a cute spattering of tiny freckles to give that vulnerable little girl look. "I think you will be able to leave us in a day or so," she smiled the kind of smile that melted my heart and made me light up inside. "Great."(Can't we make that a week!) As she bent down to look at the various monitoring equipment I caught sight of two smallish but well formed breasts(I later found out 36C). I really MUST get to know this lady I thought. "This may seem forward but could I ask you out to dinner, to say thank you once I am out?" I asked. That face looked thoughtful, "Sure next Friday week, at the Italian about 8?" (yes yes yes yes!) I am rambling on here. Anyway to cut a very long story short we just seemed to hit it off right away. If that voice was spellbinding her laugh would keep one trapped forever. Looking back on things I can see that something was just not quite right, yes she was beautiful, intelligent and her daddy owned the hospital she worked in but in those days I didn't care. The Sex was great and her body was every bit as gorgeous as I had dreamed. We had so much fun together, gurney races at the hospital, late night dancing in fountains and all kinds of reckless stuff. She even dragged me along to her martial arts classes where she seemed to be able to let go of her nice girl image and become a quite different person altogether. I'd come back battered and bruised, but in those early days it just didn't seem to matter. She really knew how to throw herself into things and live life to the full. She was like a little girl, who had spent all her life indoors and then found that there was a world outside all along. It was her innocence that was her only vulnerability. She had never really been hurt before and it showed in her absolute trust in me. One night, I guess it would be six months after we'd started dating we sat, my arm around her shoulder, on a bench looking out over a nearby lake, and watching the moonlight shimmer on the still waters. She pulled herself closer in , as if to keep warm against the chill night air. She turned and asked me "You know what?" "What?" I replied; her blue-gray eyes were alight with love for me. "I can't imagine spending my life with anyone else?" she whispered, her voice full of trepidation. I pulled her close to me; I could smell the sweet aroma of her perfume and she responded by nestling her head into my shoulders. Was she proposing to me? I thought, "That sounds like a proposal!" I commented. "What if it was? I love you so much I can't bear the thought of us being apart. If you left I'd be devastated. I don't think I could ever recover." I thought hard. She was the most fantastic woman I had ever known. Rich, stunningly beautiful and cleverer than anyone I knew. I would be a fool to let her go. "If it was a proposal then the answer would be yes," I gently tilted her head so I could see the response in that perfect face. It lit up in her familiar heart melting smile, framed by her tumbling mass of auburn hair and delicate cheekbones and I knew that our life would never be the same again. We just cuddled on the bench for ages until I had a craving. I pulled away from her, and retrieved a packet of Marlboro's from my pocket, pulled out a low tar and lit one. "I do wish you'd give up that habit. It really fucks up your body, I want you to last," Elizabeth pleaded. All the excitement had made me instinctively reach for one, it had been a few hours since my last and I was gasping! I shot Elizabeth a guilty look and stubbed it out before even taking a puff. "I'm sorry. You know how I've been trying to give up for ages now." She shot me a hurt look, "Ahh yes the anthem of the incurable Smoker!" "It's true. I promise I'll give up in time for our wedding!" I had tried to give up smoking many times before but had usually lasted only a few weeks. "Look, how about I book you in with the new hypnotherapist at the hospital? Apparently she's very good. She's been trying to teach me on and off but I'm not good enough yet to control what I'm doing." I sighed. "Sure, why not! I've not had hypnotherapy before." "One more thing?" Elizabeth demanded. She looked relieved that at least I would try some more treatment for my 'disgusting habit'. "What?" I asked hesitantly. "Cuddle me again." I gave a smile and pulled her close once more. I did what she suggested and went to see the hypnotherapist and to my amazement it worked! No matter what I did I couldn't face another cigarette. Cured! Time just flew by in a blur of work, play and good times. Sure, We had our ups and downs, all couples do. One notable up was when I took her to visit my parents in Iowa. I'll always remember the look on her face as we drew up to the old ramshackle house I had called home for the past twenty odd years. "You lived in this place?" Elizabeth said, looking at the beaten up exterior and overgrown lawns. "Yeah. It may not be 'Daddies mansion', but it's home. Besides, since Dad's accident he's not had a lot of chance to get out. It takes Mom all of her time just to look after him," I said sadly. "I'm sorry. Yes, he fell from a ladder didn't he? Broke six vertebrae?" "Five," I said softly. The accident had all but crippled dad, he'd lost his job and his self respect. I was his last hope to get some back, and Elizabeth was mine. Elizabeth looked me in the eye and said, "One day I'm going to be able to cure all this shit. I hate it, illness that is. It robs too many people of their lives and quality of life. Don't ask me how but I know I'll go on to save hundreds of lives with what I do. I know it's what every doctor hopes and I may be naive but I have to aim for something." I saw the look of determination in her blue-gray eyes she reserved for her do or die moments. It made me feel proud to be part of her life. "I believe you." It sounds a strange reply, but Elizabeth was that sort of person. There was nothing she couldn't do if she put her mind to it. As we drew closer to the house the sound of the engine caused the front door to open and mom was standing there, holding a duster. She had obviously spent time clearing up just for our visit. I stopped the car and got out, opened the door for Elizabeth who gave my mom one of her heart melting smiles. "You must be Elizabeth?" Mom said, the wrinkles on her face scrunching up as she did so. Elizabeth smiled again and my heart leapt. This incredible woman was mine! "Please come in. I've cooked your favorite," mom said nodding in my direction. I smiled, "Thanks Mom." We walked inside the house. Everything was how I remembered it, Right down to the single trophy I'd won from my high school football Career. It had pride of place, just on the shelf by the TV. The fake Monet's were still on the wall, as was the threadbare Navaho rug on the polished wooden floor. "Come on in Son!" I heard dad call from another room. That was another thing that never changed. It was never my name; just 'son'. "Come on you can walk this far to meet them," mom chided. "Ok I'll try," the voice replied. Dad walked in, more hunched than I remember him. It seemed as though he'd aged another ten years since I'd last seen him. He gave Elizabeth the once over and nodded his approval, "You as clever as you are pretty?" he grumped at her. Elizabeth didn't quite know how to take this, but I knew Dad was kidding her. Feeling mischievous I didn't say anything. "I've got doctorates in Bio-chemistry, genetics and a Medical degree from Harvard. I speak five languages and obtained the highest ever class average at every school I've ever been to, including Harvard where I was Valedictorian. Just in case that's not enough, my ratified IQ is over 160." Elizabeth stated. As I thought; Dad's question had put her nose out of joint. There was nothing more calculated to get Elizabeth riled was people thinking she was an airhead just because she was stunningly beautiful. Dad shot me a look as if to say 'Play along son' but then asked, "Doctor huh. Never did trust em. I'd be back at work now if it wasn't for their prodding and poking!" "I'm sorry you think that way," Elizabeth said. The fierce, hurt look on her face said it all. She had expected a warm welcome not an attack by her future father in law. "So if you're that pretty and that clever, what you're doing with this waste of space I call my son?" Dad said in a disappointed tone. "HEY! I love him!" Elizabeth snapped. Dad gave a loud laugh, moved towards her, held out his hand and gave her a broad smile, "You'll do. Welcome to the family." He beamed at Elizabeth. That reaction was what he'd wanted to hear. Elizabeth looked puzzled for a second and then smiled THAT smile back when she realized it had been a test and shook his hand. The ice firmly broken dinner progressed with much discussion on all kinds of subjects. Mom was noticeably reticent throughout the dinner , as if she wanted to tell me something but didn't know how. Dad more than made up for it however asking Elizabeth endless questions about his back and the treatment he'd received. I had expected Elizabeth to shut him down and change the subject as she did with most people who thought she was a doctor all the time and woman only in the bedroom. After dinner, it was time for us to leave. Elizabeth decided to drive in order to give me a break and just before we set off Mom called me back, "You left something behind." "OK Mom!" I called, and got out of the car. I'd only just walked inside the house and closed the door when Mom grabbed my arm, "I hate to say this but I don't trust her!" "MOM!" I stated. What business of hers was it anyway! Mom's concerned face looked up into mine. "I'm sorry son. I know I'm speaking out of turn here and it's your life, but take it from me. Please, for her sake and yours don't marry her, she's not for you." "How can you say that? She's everything I ever wanted in a woman, beautiful, intelligent and rich. What is there not to like?" I was hurt at mom's suggestion. "My head says that you're right, but my heart thinks otherwise. Look, all I'm saying is be careful and think about it carefully." So that was it. It was only motherly concern after all. I gave Mom a big hug "I will. Look after dad for me." "Always," she said and gave me another hug. I walked back to the car, got in and was soon fast asleep. During our engagement she did seem jealous if I even spoke to another lady but nothing too serious. I put it down to simple female whim. Mom's comments to me hurt me deeply and I never spoke of it to Elizabeth. In fact I vowed not to see them again, until the wedding. The last thing I wanted was to cause a family rift over some dumb hunch by an overprotective mother. But, in spite of my attempts to bury these doubts of moms they kept nagging in my mind. What had she seen that I'd missed? It was the day before the wedding and Elizabeth and I had driven out to the nearby lake to just goof around and chill out after the hectic wedding preparations of the previous few weeks. The day had started off wonderfully, with the sun shining and only a few clouds in the sky. However by the time we'd parked and unpacked the picnic the weather had closed in and rain looked imminent. I sighed and gave a defeated look at Elizabeth, "Oh well Scratch one picnic." She frowned, "You're kidding right? Come on, race you to the jetty!" I gave a smile, typical Elizabeth. She was never one to lie down and accept the status quo. By now Elizabeth had picked up the picnic and was racing towards the old ramshackle jetty about a two hundred yards away. I just let her go. By the time I had walked to the jetty and sat down, Elizabeth already had her shoes off, and feet dangling in the water. "What kept you?" she gave one of her heart melting smiles. I shrugged and sat down beside her. Within moments she had an arm around me and her head on my shoulders, "What's up?" she asked. "I dunno, just tired I guess," I felt a spot of rain on my cheek. "It's starting to rain. We'd better get back." Elizabeth's head snuggled deeper into my shoulders, I could smell her perfume and feel the silkiness of her auburn hair. I breathed in its smell, I breathed in her, "Let it," she whispered to me. "Elizabeth," I started to say. I wanted to tell her how I'd been feeling these past few weeks, about mom, about the feelings of being trapped in by all the preparations and expectations of tomorrow. I paused, thinking of what to say next. "Yes my love," Elizabeth breathed. "Nothing, just wondering," I backed down at the last moment. What I was feeling was probably nothing more than pre wedding jitters. Elizabeth didn't need to know. Tomorrow it would all be over with and how I felt today would be an irrelevance. "Wondering what?" Elizabeth persisted. Another large rain drop fell on my cheek, I wiped it away. "Wondering how wet we'll get if we stay here." "That's not what you were going to say," She poked me in the ribs. "Ow!" "So what were you going to say?" She asked, wiping a large water droplet from her face. "Honestly, nothing of any importance. Just enjoying spending my last day of freedom," The rain was falling faster now, I could feel the cold, damp wet patches spreading on my shoulders and neck. Elizabeth seemed unperturbed by the downpour, "Last minute nerves?" she asked. I saw the flicker of worry across her face. "None. I just hope that it call goes as planned tomorrow. Your parents have spent so much time, money and effort into this wedding I'm just a little worried it goes ok," That was what it was after all! It wasn't anything more serious than wanting it to go smoothly. Fuck moms doubts! I was with the most incredible woman I'd ever met, and in a little under 24 hours she'd be my wife. Elizabeth gave me a squeeze, "Of course it'll go fine, silly, I've planned it all out." By now my shirt was soaking wet and my face was dripping wet. You can only get so wet and then it doesn't matter anymore, "You know what?" I asked. "I know lots of things," Elizabeth said in the same way as a little girl does when speaking to a parent. I smiled, "This is getting much too serious. We'd come here to chill out and relax, tomorrow will take care of itself. There's nobody around and I'm drenched already. Let's go skinny dipping!" Elizabeth smiled, and looked around. The car lot was empty except for our car, and there were no boats on the water. "You're on," She said and quickly unbuttoned her blouse. Within moments we had both jumped naked into the freezing cold water. Elizabeth was a far stronger swimmer than I was, and it was all I could to do try and keep up with her. By now the rain had turned into a full on thunderstorm, "we'd better get out!" Elizabeth shouted out over the noise of the wind. I nodded and pointed to the shore. We quickly swam over and hid in the thick vegetation. "Typical," Elizabeth muttered, "Now we have to wait until the thunderstorms over before we can go get our clothes." I gave resigned sigh, our clothes were on the far shore and we couldn't risk swimming across the lake for fear of lightning hitting the water. I saw the goose bumps on Elizabeth's arms and shoulders, "You look frozen" I said and embraced her. She responded by giving me a passionate kiss, and soon any thoughts of swimming back were lost in the thrill of impromptu sex. After our passionate lovemaking we laid back down in the wet grass and cuddled for warmth and companionship. "Just think," Elizabeth whispered. "After tomorrow we can do this as much as we like. You, me and nothing to worry about at all, ever again," She gave me a tighter squeeze, I could feel the warmth of her breasts against my chest and she gave me a peck on the check, "Tomorrow will be our happy ever after." I kissed her back, but why in hell did I feel like I was ignoring something that had been gnawing away at me for ages, and more importantly what the hell was it? The next day, just when I was about to leave for the wedding, Dad limped in, dressed smarter than I'd ever seen him. He'd gone and hired a tux especially. I could see from his face he was as proud as anything. "Hello son," he said putting a hand on my shoulder. "Hi dad," I replied quietly. My stomach felt as though it had been twisted in knots. "You ok?" he asked. I took the question for how he meant it. Did I have any doubts? I had millions of doubts, I'm not sure even now where from, but suddenly there they were, but none that I could vocalise or tell him. "I'm fine dad. Lets go get married." We sat silently in the car as it took us to the wedding. I looked at the road ahead, each yellow line taking me closer and closer to Doctor Elizabeth Anne Bexley. Then it struck me, my doubts focused into one moment of clarity. I got out of the car, with dad escorting me towards the altar. I stood nervously waiting for Elizabeth to come. Elizabeth was fashionably late and as she walked towards me, looking the most beautiful I had ever seen her. She walked closer and her radiant face gave me a smile so full of love, and so full of happiness what I was about to do ripped me apart. I glanced around at the priest and then turned to Elizabeth and said in the most tender but firm manner I could say, "I'm sorry Elizabeth I can't marry you. You are the most wonderful lady I have ever known but I don't love you and I must tell you this to save your heartache later." A thought crossed my mind as soon as I said this 'I AM doing the right thing aren't I?' It was instantly put down though. What would a marriage be without Love right? She caught her breath and gasped, then began to sob. Great sobs, and she just kept repeating "You will marry me, you will marry me," over and over. I managed to look into her eyes, and was shocked. Instead of that glint of love her eyes looked at me with such hate and hurt that it chilled me to the bone. What had I done! Her parents looked at me with hate whilst mine just looked sad. As the Taxi took me away I wondered If I had made the right choice... 2. Blessing =========== Two Years, several jobs and a pointless relationship later I found myself touring the country looking for a place to finally settle down. I had finally decided a small town in the mid-west was about right and had begun to make a name for myself there. Things were at last looking better. With the pain and anguish of Dr Elizabeth Bexley PhD behind me the only sour point was the lack of companionship. Six months later this too was resolved in the shape of Jane. How shall I describe darling Jane. Being honest she wasn't in the same league as Elizabeth. Not ugly or plain by any means but she did lack her aristocratic beauty and of course her nightingale voice. What she did have though was a kind and graceful spirit that is so rare these days. As Forest Gump once said 'we went together like peas and carrots'. I described Elizabeth in detail so I suppose I must now describe Jane. She was a little younger (28) than I was and a little smaller at 5'7. Her hair was short, bobbed raven black and coupled with green eyes gave her face a feline quality. Her body was firm, lithe and athletic but not overly muscled. Again I would have to say cat-like, and in fact she moved with a silence and grace that was almost panther like. Of course I nicknamed her 'Kat' which she seemed to enjoy, though because she regarded us as special we had agreed to wait to see if the 'Kat' could purr. But it was her inner heart that really appealed. She knew exactly how to handle me, when to give in, when to stand firm and most of all how to love. Kat was my rock, my love and my all. Exactly one year after meeting her I proposed, which she accepted. I am standing here at the altar (again) waiting for my beloved. At this time I cannot but help feel sorry for Elizabeth, whose heart I broke so long ago. Wait, here comes my beloved Kat. What a wonderful dress. Look how it shows off her wonderful curves and how radiant she looks. We married in a blur, that wonderful feeling you get when you *know* that you have actually done the right thing. When the priest pronounced us husband and wife the years of pain fell away like leaves in the fall. I was looking forward to our three week honeymoon in Egypt, a place she had always been attracted to (maybe it was cat in her?). After a long flight we collapsed into our hotel(5 star of course) too drained to consummate our union. 3. Curse ========= I awoke after what seemed a heavy sleep in my hotel room to find 'Kat' looking very concerned. Standing over me was a swarthy cop and what looked to be a doctor. "He seems to be none the worse for his abduction," The doctor said (Abduction!!!!) "Thank God, Thank God you're safe," Kat cried. "What happened?" I asked. I couldn't remember a thing! "You were abducted from the hotel a day ago when you went downstairs to try and order some champagne," The Policeman explained. "That's right our phone wasn't working," I remembered that much at least! "We think it was organ thieves but the doctor here says you are in fine health apart from a temperature which is understandable in the circumstances." "You're back know and that's all that matters!", cried my Kat. Her face was drawn and I could see the strains of worry in around her green eyes. "If we find out anything else we will be in touch." And with that the cop and the doctor left. The next day I was feeling much worse, the slight fever had grown into a sweaty agonising malaise that permeated every part of me. My ever faithful wife gave me water at hourly intervals which did ease the dehydration somewhat but gave only temporary relief. Kat wanted to sleep in the same bed but I insisted she sleep apart because I didn't want to disturb her rest as well, and besides it could be catching. I'd never felt like this in my life! She initially thought it might be malaria but the symptoms were all wrong. Morning came at last and with it a small parcel and a note. "This is strange. It is addressed to you," Kat said. In my state I could only say "what's it say?" She opened the parcel and a small bottle fell out, as did a letter. Kat read the letter out loud. "Hello old friend and lover Remember me? I bet you do. I am the one whose life you completely destroyed three years ago when you left me. Oh sure the old 'I can't Marry you I don't love you' excuse may work on some but not on me.' "Elizabeth!" I croaked and read on. What was she up to. It had been years since I'd last spoken to her! "Just In case you haven't told your darling Kat about me, my name is Dr Elizabeth Bexley and I was engaged to your husband about three years ago. He jilted me at the altar on the best day of my life. After that I fell apart, and if it wasn't for my family I think I would have killed myself in grief and despair. So angry was my father about your actions he sold his hospital and used the money to plough into vengeance on you and any woman who would be your wife. You may remember the last thing I said to you when you walked out. It was "You will Marry Me!" I knew that wedlock was out of the question as it is impossible to force anyone to love, but I also had to make those words come true. Another meaning to the word Marry is to become one with, and that is the direction from which my vengeance would come. But I am digressing. My father and I ploughed millions into research into a drug which will re-write the DNA of whatever it was introduced to, and three years later we succeeded. The reason why you are feeling so unwell is the withdrawal symptoms of a narcotic which we injected into you. "She's mad!" Kat breathed in terror. "Go on," I croaked. Injected into me? What was Elizabeth up to? Kat read a little further on "The only thing that can relieve these symptoms are the pills which are enclosed in this parcel." "Give me one now," I rasped, "Not yet -- she goes on," Kat replied distantly as if in dread. "These pills contain ten doses of my DNA drug that will cause a change in you after each pill. I thought for ages trying to work out what DNA would replace your own. I did consider Kat's DNA, and up until a few days ago intended that you would slowly turn into your wife. The conflict of the needs of your addiction against the horror of becoming your wife would be my vengeance." I saw Kat's eyes read ahead in the note and she gave a quiet gasp of horror, which she quickly covered up. "What!" I demanded. "This has to be wrong. It's not possible!" Kat whispered, as if afraid to read out the rest. "What isn't?" I demanded. Had Elizabeth poisoned me? Kat swallowed down a cry and read on. "It was then I thought of those last words of mine. I had thought of giving Kat the drug and she would become me, but where is the punishment in that. Therefore the DNA contained in those pills is my own. So in its own horrible way you will marry me by becoming me. My legs, My body, yes even my breasts and vagina will become your own." Another gasp of horror came from Kat, her voice trembled as she read the rest. "You will find it impossible to resist the pangs for this drug as your body becomes slowly weaker each hour it is without it. If I know you, around two days is the most you will be able to stand without taking a pill." "There is one glimmer of hope for you. You have 10 days after taking the final pill to find the antidote, if you manage it you will become yourself again, if not then I am afraid that you will find my reflection very familiar." "I am deeply sorry for Kat but maybe she will meet another more deserving man when this is all over because sadly you will no longer be one. Dr Elizabeth Bexley(the original)." "No, no, no, no, no!" was all that Kat was saying. "It's a bluff -- she's completely mad," I said. Pure force of will had given me strength. "What if she isn't?" "She must be because if she's telling the truth our life together is over before it has even begun." "Don't say that. I love you for you not the body you have!" "Yeah right -- what about me? I love you I waited a year to have you. I am male I was born Male and I was meant to marry you!" "You can adjust." "No I can't! You're used to having tits. How would you feel if the position was reversed?" "I don't know, but the question is moot until we know for sure." "How?" "Take one of the pills," Kat suggested. "What!" My body cried out for a tablet but my mind resisted with all my will. But it was a one sided battle. "Ok, if only to prove that Elizabeth is bluffing." "OK let me choose one," Kat Offered. On closer inspection each pill had a tiny number from 1-10 on it. They were white and resembled aspirin. "I think number three is a good place to start." "Not one?" She said. "No that's too obvious -- pass me the water" I asked Kat. I swallowed the pill. Here goes I thought. Almost straight away the symptoms subsided and I felt normal again. "Lets go to bed," Kat said, seductively. As she stripped off I saw her naked for the first time, her perfectly shaped form with its curvy hips and breasts that jutted proud from her athletic body. My passion grew as she lay down beside me. As she kissed me, her breast touched my chest, inviting me to stroke it, but as soon as I felt it's warm firmness I recoiled. "What's up -- not woman enough for you?" she whispered. "That's the trouble I keep thinking about what it would be like to own a pair," I said. The feelings of her breasts were still in my mind what if Elizabeth was right? "Come on, You've waited a year for me." "Ok I'll try," I tried to banish all thoughts of our ordeal from my mind. As my hand stroked her smooth, shapely form she began to stroke my back, which sent tingles down my spine. As she placed my hands on her heaving bosom and I felt their warm firmness I again thought of feeling them on my own chest dampened down my desires. "It's no good," I said, trying not to hide the disappointment in my voice. "What?" she whispered. "Here I am with the woman I love and have waited a year for and nothing. I feel utterly cold and very un-sexy." "Why?" "I don't know I'm trying but I just can't seem to be able to concentrate or even get excited." "She's probably bluffing," Kat said, offering her glimpse of hope "I know but I guess I'm not a great lover when I'm sick!" "Let's try again." "Ok" I said. I stared at her chest heaving away and at her nipples, which were erect, and went to start over. But it was no good. Not so much of a spark. "I'm sorry I just can't help thinking about it," After that we could no longer be passionate about each other. That horrible curse hung over us like the sword of Damocles. "She must have been bluffing," Kat said. "You seem fine now." I awoke with pins and needles around four am "Kat, wake up!" "What?" "I have pins and needles." "What?" "I think it's the drug.." "You probably just slept funny, now come back to sleep, I'm cold!" Kat groaned. Groggily I got up and limped sleepily to the bathroom. Through a sleepy haze I was sure that one leg was much thinner than the other. "KAT!" She came into the bathroom took one look and screamed. That had the effect of waking me from my slumber. I stared down at my right leg. Still in my dreamy state, I couldn't help but admire the smooth, muscular thigh that did seem to go on forever. As my eyes moved down my leg they went past a delicate kneecap and onto a long thin and shapely ankle. My right foot was much smaller than my left, with delicate and dainty feminine toes. I wiggled my right foot and this masterpiece of a womanly limb moved with it. I felt an erection grow as I looked down at a wonderful womanly leg. Somehow this leg looked familiar, but it wasn't until I noticed a small mole on the calf muscle that I remembered that Elizabeth had one just the same. "Noo," I sobbed, "It's true!" Elizabeth was right after all! I was turning into her and there was nothing that could stop it! I went to the sink and used the cold water treatment to fully wake myself and looked at my right leg again, this time in more detail. Sitting on the bath, I stretched it out, still amazed that this shapely limb was attached to my body. I looked at the delicate foot, which was about size 7. The big toe-nail was slightly square. If I remembered correctly Elizabeth had the same. My hands moved up over the smooth thin ankle and up to the gently curving foreleg. Again my hand rested upon the knee, which blended into the leg itself. My eyes and hand moved over the slim muscular thigh, and turning it over noticed how the tendons pulled the calf muscles into a taut curve. The mole was still there, which meant I hadn't been dreaming, and furthermore meant that I now had a woman's leg. "My God!" Kat spoke for the first time. "It's true. What can we do now?" "I don't know but how can I possibly cope with this?" And at this I pinched my new leg hoping it would revert back. But all that happened was that it hurt. "Try and get some rest -- we will talk in the morning," Kat said. "Fat chance! I don't know how you can be so calm when your husband is slowly going to turn into his ex-fiancee." "We don't know that! And even so, I told you I love you for you. Now go to sleep." I went back to bed but hardly got any sleep. My hand was constantly feeling the smooth shapely limb that I had now got. Was there anything that could stop this nightmare? 4. Addiction. ============== For a single moment when I awoke I thought it had all been a horrible dream, and indeed I still thought that until the sight of a smooth, firm thigh greeted me as I stood up. "It's a good job that Elizabeth was the same height -- otherwise walking would have been difficult," Kat joked. "How can you be so insensitive?" I shouted. Kat often used joking as a defense mechanism. To me it was a sign that in spite of all the bravado she was very worried. "I'm only trying to look on the positive side." That day my temperature returned, but determined not to let it spoil our day, we went out. "I can't wear these anymore," I sobbed as I threw out my swimming trunks and shorts. So I put on my light brown pants, thankfully it wasn't until I bent or sat down the full shapeliness of my leg was revealed and even then you would *really* have to look. After all, how many men walk around with masculine and feminine legs? About 2pm my fever got worse and we had to make our way back from the busy marketplace to the hotel. I collapsed on the bed exhausted both physically and mentally. "It's starting again I can feel it!" I cried. It came on this quickly? "Resist it!" "I'm OK for the moment but I don't know about tomorrow." Night came. I went into a fitful, painful sleep. The next day was a haze of pain, fear, and an ever-present, nagging desire for one of the pills. "Maybe we should try and find her," Kat said. "She must be able to change you back," Kat said, trying to take control over the situation. "She is so far over the edge that I don't think she would listen. Anyway I suspect she has changed her appearance anyway. She could be anyone by now." "What makes you say that?" "If you were going to create a doppelganger of yourself there is always the possibility that the other you could wreck your life as revenge." "So she could be anyone and long gone!" "Yep," I coughed, my resistance failing. My sleep that night was even worse as I drifted in and out of consciousness. My only relief came from Kat who loyally stayed by my side giving me water and trying to reduce my temperature with a cold, wet cloth. Morning came and I felt much better. "So it was a bluff. If I stick it out for three days the symptoms go away," I called gleefully. 'I can live with a single female leg, as my testosterone will soon cause it to look normal again.' I was feeling euphoric. "Kat,Kat, come here! I feel much better! We did it!" I shouted. Kat came in looking pale, drawn and terribly guilty. "I...I'm sorry," she sobbed, her eyes didn't look me in the face once. "What for? I feel normal again," I had hope for the first time in days "Your pulse was almost gone and I thought you were going to die, so I had to." She sobbed. I felt as though I had been kicked in the gut. No, she wouldn't, couldn't. "I didn't take a pill!" "Yes you did. I gave it to you." "WHAT!!" "You were dying! I had to!" Kat pleaded. "You stupid bitch, Elizabeth wouldn't let me die. That would be too easy an escape. What number did you give me?" "Four." "How long ago?" I demanded! "About four hours." "I can't believe you did this, this is exactly what SHE wanted to happen she knew you loved me too much to let me suffer, she knew that you would give in. She knew that it was by your hand you would make me a woman. Get away. Leave me for a while!" I just wanted Kat out of the way. How COULD she do this to me! "OK, only until you cool down," and with that she went out of the door. I got up to go to the toilet and wondered if this was the last time I would be able to go standing up. After going through the motions I felt well enough to go out and I really needed a walk. I didn't know how long it would take the pill to have an effect so I decided that It would be better to wait until I knew what part of Elizabeth I would acquire. I didn't have to wait long. As I walked back to the bed my left leg suddenly went weak at the knee and I crashed to the floor. Underneath the material of my pants I could see the flesh rippling as muscles were being reshaped. Ripping off my pants I saw the now familiar womanly thigh being formed on my other leg. Pins and Needles shot through my body as bones and sinew began to reshape. My toes seemed to melt into my foot only to re-emerge much smaller. The foot began to ripple as tendons and muscles reshaped into another size 7 foot, the pain increased as the flesh on my foreleg began to bubble. Slowly but surely the shape of my right leg was being mirrored on my left. The pain subsided as did the morphing of my? leg. I looked with disbelief at two wonderful, shapely and very feminine legs. At that moment Kat burst in 'crying 'I'm sorry!' She took one look at my now very female legs and said "Thank God it was only your leg that was changed." "What! here I am with legs that could grace any catwalk and no end in sight until I become my ex-fiancee. How can you be thankful?" "What if your dick had changed? At least now we can still consummate our union," as always Kat was trying to help and support me. All it did though was remind me of our, no my current situation. "Sex is the last thing I want to think about right now!" Kat looked me in the eye and said in her most pragmatic tone, "We might not have another chance." "I don't care! Every time I look at you I think about what I am becoming and who did it to me, I imagine what it will be like to have breasts and ..." "Being a woman isn't so bad. I told you we can adjust to this." "OK right, imagine that you are being forced little by little into something that you are not, have no experience of and still retaining your identity. That is what I am going thru. In any case how would you feel being in a lesbian relationship?" "As long as it was you I wouldn't care. In fact if have a pair of garters with me, if you would like to try them on, they really would show off your new pins quite magnificently, and they do turn me on." "Fuck off!" I snapped. Did I catch a glimpse of Kat glancing away from me? Was she lying to try and make me feel better. I couldn't tell. "Face it you are becoming a woman and there is nothing we can do apart from learn to live with it, and it starts with you trying on some garters." "FUCK OFF!" I roared. I hoped the people in the next room didn't hear us! This started a coughing fit. I couldn't believe the change in Kat! Here she was actually saying that me turning into Elizabeth was a good thing. I did think she had a point but then she wasn't the one sitting here with two very un-masculine legs. Well she was but she had, had un-masculine legs all her life. "No Sex, not now I feel very drained I must go to bed." "OK The offer of the garters is still open." I knew she was joking this time so I just stuck my tongue out and went to bed. Of course the next day my temperature came back and I felt well enough to examine my new leg further. It was exactly the same shape as my right but I did notice that a scar that Elizabeth had on her left knee from a cycling accident was not on mine. "Why is that?" Kat Said. "It's because genetically I have Elizabeth's legs. Scars aren't genetic so therefore I don't have one. The mole is so I do." 5. Self-Control. ================ The next day and the fever was back. I had begun to notice a pattern. During the second day the fever was at its height particularly during the night and would become worse after that. I also knew that Elizabeth wouldn't intentionally allow me to die, but my body must eventually become so wracked with pain that either Kat or myself would administer the pill. I also judged that my body wasn't being given enough time to recover. If we pushed the limits of my endurance it made death thru physical trauma a distinct possibility. This meant I had about another twelve hours before I would start to lapse into potentially lethal fever. Kat had obviously been thinking the same. "What are we going to do?" I said. Kat said, "We must now have a plan of action. The letter stated that you would have ten days after fully becoming Elizabeth to find the antidote. This means that she must be waiting to send something that would give you a clue to its location." "That follows. Hang on a minute! Are you suggesting you let me turn into Elizabeth and then zoom off hoping to find a cure that may or may not exist!" Kat nodded. She was serious, "Yes." "I detest these," and I pointed to my legs, now crossed. For an instant I lusted after the curves of thigh over thigh and the smooth shapes before my eyes. I realised that these 'dream' legs were actually mine. That stopped my lust dead in its tracks. "How do think I'm going to feel when breasts start bobbing up and down after every step, how do you think I'll feel when I reach down to get my dick out of my pants to piss and meet only warm, moist flesh," I continued. "It could be fun," Kat said. Why was she trying to make light of things? Either she didn't care or she was desperately worried. "What could?" "You know girls together and all that." "KAT!" "I know I said we had to wait, because we are special. But some honeymoon is better than none!" "I suppose..." I agreed "I was serious about making love last night." "So was I but I just don't seem to be able to," I said despondently. "Anyway, sex from the other perspective would improve our sex enormously when you get changed back." Yeeessss! and then the impact as to what I was agreeing to hit me. "WAIT A SEC I DON'T WANT TO BE A WOMAN!" I shouted at her. "Look lets be rational here. Let me outline my thoughts to you, so keep quiet and listen," Kat said, trying to calm me down. "OK but I still don't like it," I stated. "LISTEN!" she hissed. "One. The antidote cannot be outside of Egypt," Kat stated in a lecture tone of voice. "Why?" "Whose passport do you have?" "Mine." "Whose photo is on the front?" "Ah I see, I cannot leave the country as Elizabeth because I won't have Elizabeth's passport and visa." "Exactly." "But what if she doesn't want me to leave? What if she wants to sell me to some harem or slave trader?" That was it wasn't it? She was going to sell me into slavery. My heart sank even more at the thought of this. What would she do with Kat? Kat thought for a few moments, "I don't think she'd do that. She wouldn't be able to see you suffer then." "I guess so. But what if she mails the passports to us when all the pills are gone?" "That is the only flaw, but that brings me to the second point." "Pretty big flaw, So I have ten days to find an antidote that could in fact be anywhere on the planet otherwise it's hello girls." "Two. Elizabeth must be in Egypt," said Kat patiently "Why?" "Where better to gloat over her handiwork. That's why I said she wouldn't sell you into slavery. Look at the post mark on this parcel." "So it's local. A hospital will buy a lot of minions." "She's out for revenge remember." "OK, I'll go along with that one." I checked my watch just under 10 hours to before I needed to take the next pill. What kind of evil mind could have designed such a thing? "Lots of time left," Kat said, reading my thoughts. "Three. She wants you to suffer so that must mean she must be nearby to watch but to give you enough hope not to give up the search once the ten days have started. This means the antidote must be real." "OK You've convinced me But I still despise the thought of being a woman and I will fight it with every fibre of my being. I don't go along with just taking all the pills in the hope that she will give us enough of a clue to revert me back. I AM going to fight this," I stated it as though my life depended on it, which it did. "I am now coming onto that. I will not let you get to the point where you are in danger of death because your poor body cannot cope with the stress. Therefore I will give you a pill whenever you start to lapse into coma." "The thought of more of me being like THIS repulses me, but let me choose when to take a pill," at the 'this' I again gestured to my legs(Thigh over Thigh, STOP IT). "I had been thinking along the same lines," I admitted. "OK I will agree but if you try to hold out past a danger point I will override and force you to take one." So by current reckoning I had....Let me see...9 hours left until the next pill, that means there will be seven pills left. At two days a pill that gives me just over fourteen days before I am Elizabeth Bexley. However at what point will I be female, when breasts grow, when I have a vagina, womb or is gender just a state of mind? Ten days after that will mean either happily ever after or.. No, the other is just too unthinkable. Kat said, "Plenty of time -- just under a month to E day." How does Kat know what I am thinking? Women's intuition? "Listen I want to go for a walk to see if anyone saw anything a few days ago, I know I should have gone earlier but this has knocked us all out of sorts," Kat said and with this she went out of the room. Alone, with only five hours to go before the pain really started, I started to think logically. It was so frustrating how this damned drug was robbing me my ability to think. If I can last two days with after taking one pill maybe taking two pills will extend it past a week. Some of the drug must still be left in me after the changes in order to stop the fever. So now three days was the most I went without, and that was the limit and I become very uncomfortable after two and half days. So if I take two pills then I should be able to last at least five days, maybe even six. Which means that my total male time remaining would be 7 * 2=14, or if I took two pills and they lasted me five days it would be 7/2=3.5 pills multiplied by 5 equals 17.5 days which buys me 3 and a half extra days. Three hours later and Kat had not yet returned. Well what have I got left to lose I thought? Your dick for a start came the reply from inside me. I will take two pills to see if I can overload the drug to extend the time I have available. Let me think. Pills three and four gave me her legs, so which ones won't give me tits and a cunt. I didn't know how Elizabeth would number the pills so I taking a glass of water and trying not to spill any as the fever was beginning to get a grip on my I took pills' five and six in quick succession. I erupted in spasm only to pass out Five hours later A very concerned Kat was standing over me "What did you do, You took one didn't you!" she screamed! "No, two," and I explained my reasoning to her. "You stupid idiot," she shrieked, "Can't you see the narcotic is adjusting your thought patterns and probably your maths to allow it to fool you into speeding up the transformation. That's how Elizabeth was to stop you from dying, by making the drug seduce you into giving your body enough time to rest by making you take a multiple dose." "What have I done!" I sobbed. "How long?" I glanced up on the clock on the bedside table, "About five hours" "Can I stay and watch?" she asked with a curious look. "You are sick!" "No just curious," she said with a mischievous grin. This was another failed attempt at humor. I wish Kat would try and talk it over properly with me. Every day that passes she's becoming more and more distant from me. At that moment I was kicked in the gut by a mule, at least it felt like that. My mouth started to froth as I convulsed in pain. Wave after wave of mule kicks made me lose consciousness. I awoke sometime later. "Which bit?" I rasped. "That was amazing! I have never seen anything like it!" Kat said. I reached for my dick and the relief of finding him still there was immeasurable. I then reached up to feel for breasts but all that met my hands my smooth skin. Phew no tits! Wait a minute. Smooth Skin! I stood up and dashed to a mirror. What greeted me there was a shock -- round but firm muscular shoulders sat above a smooth hairless, slim form. They were the kind of shoulders that came from lots of time in the gym, but not macho in any shape of form. There were no breasts or hips to emphasise the womanly shape, but the rounded, sylph form of Elizabeth's body stared back at me. "No no no what was I thinking!" I sobbed. Kats fingers traced the lines of my now womanly shoulder blades. I shuddered as if being touched by icy cold metal and recoiled away. "I thought you took two pills?" she said. "I did." "But only one thing changed." "This is a pretty big thing I sobbed," I noticed for the first time how my belly seemed to go in, forming a tight, muscled flat stomach. "At least your navel has stayed the same, although the shape of your stomach makes it smaller and much more cute," Kat Stated. "Navels aren't genetic remember," or at least I don't think they are I thought to myself. I ran my hand over the smooth skin of my new body. This sent tingles down my spine and once again I felt aroused. However, seeing those curved, rounded shoulders, flat stomach, and flat, thin hairless chest soon turned me off. "What is up with me? How can I be a normal woman if I catch myself ogling my legs and body?" I just noticed my collarbone was more visible now and seemed to want to try and connect to thankfully non-existent breasts. "You took two pills. You must have another part to go." "No way! I need to go bad," I said, suddenly feeling a constriction in my bladder. Sitting on the toilet looking down at my sylph shaped body I wondered where and how it was going to end. I actually knew where it was going to end. Me ending up being female, but the other issue was how Kat would react to sleeping with a woman? The thought of even kissing a man caused me almost to vomit. Wait a minute! PAIN! crunch of bone!, I looked down I my shapely, firm thighs only to notice that my hips were suddenly much smaller. "Kat!" I gasped and I rolled off the seat. She rushed in. "Oh my God!" she screamed. The flesh was rippling around my hips whilst inside me several rhinos were trying to escape. I clutched my abdomen in pain. "Ahhh my stomach!" I sobbed in agony. "That must be your womb forming." The flesh movements were subsiding where I could see them, but the sensation from my ass had increased. "Turn round!" Kat said and she showed me the view of my rear in the mirror my buttocks were re-forming, becoming tighter, smaller and much, much more feminine. The rippling stopped. Nice ass, I thought, but the rhinos reminded me that it was now mine. I stood up still weak and sweaty. Thankfully the rhinos had stopped. Which gave me time to examine the changes. In front of the full length mirror stood a very peculiar sight -- a titless, pussyless woman stood in front with muscular arms and a very non-feminine face. Smooth graceful curves went from my rounded shoulders past my chest and dipped in at just the right point. My hips caused the classic hourglass figure whilst my long legs now seemed to be far more at home curving gracefully into my hips. The taut muscular stomach now blended into a bulge in the pubic area which I with horror assumed must be my womb. Turning round I saw how my ass was firmer, much more shaped, and indeed would probably have won 'rear of the year'. Each cheek was delicately shaped with just enough curve to cause yet another curve from my the small of my back to ass. "Oh no no no no no," I sobbed. "Apart from a few bits I am a woman now," More sobbing as I broke down in tears. "Don't be silly, you may have curves in all the right places now but look you are still male. You still have a dick, your face is hardly girlish, and not many women have arms as hairy as yours," Kat tried to console me "You don't understand! If I have a womb it now means that I am producing female hormones which will cause me to grow breasts and become more ladylike." "Yes but your testosterone will fight that and tests have shown that testosterone will cancel out any excess female hormones." "How did you know that?" "What? You think I never I read anything before?" Kat said. I could see from the look on her face she was desperately worried and upset. "Sorry, look I am really stressed about this. I thought I could cope until this change. This is the point of no return. I must try and adjust, but I find I cannot. I look in the mirror or at my legs and see HER, not me, HER." Kat hugged me and her fingers ran comforting circles around the small of my back. I could feel her breasts heaving against my smooth skin and again the moment was spoiled as I pulled away. "What?" she said "I'm sorry I loathe anything female now. I feel your breasts against my chest and imagine waking up to find I've got them too, you deciding you cannot live with me, me trying to fit in being a woman but failing. Look at this." I stood up and walked across the room. I was aware of my hips swaying but tried to put it out of my mind. "See the REAL Elizabeth walked with such grace and posture that she seemed to float, but look at me -- I just waddle. I'm an in-between trapped now between two worlds and I just want my old life back." "With that figure you look more in my camp than yours," Kat said. "I know," I sobbed. "Look, let's get some sleep. I still want to sleep with you and if it helps you can wear my black teddy and garters. I know that turns men on, me as well thinking about it." "We've had this conversation before," I started to say. "Yes but not when the chances of you being able to make love to me properly have dropped from ten to one to six to one." "Just let me rest -- this is the worst day of my life," I was feeling utterly tired and again my normal healthy desires were out to lunch. I awoke early morning much refreshed and decided to venture outside. I tried on one of my old shirts but it was now far too loose, and hung on my new body like and old sack. A T-shirt was no good as it showed every curve of my new shape, and although I once again looked lustfully at the body under that shirt reality soon struck back. Pants were another problem. My normal size didn't fit anymore and even when the belt was fastened as tight as it would go they still either looked ridiculous or extremely baggy. Kat had been watching my 'fashion show' with some concern but also she was a little amused. "Do you want to try something of mine?" "No that would be giving in to what is happening to me, the moment I try on women's clothes I am admitting what I am becoming and that I refuse to do." "Dressing up can be fun," Kat said. "Maybe put I can't pass as a woman even if I wanted to. My hair is too short,my hands too big, and...and why am I even thinking this?" "Because you are trying to adapt to your situation and are willing to give it a try." "LISTEN!" I hissed angrily. "What?" "I will repeat again. I will resist this with all my might. I am facing a craving for something that will destroy our life together. I cannot give in to it," I added with passion. "Fair enough. Do you want me to see what I can buy for you? I need to take your measurements." "I know them waist 36,inside leg.." "No your new measurements with a body that shape. Now I have to take hip and waist." "OK," I said defeated, at least for the moment. This was NOT going to beat me! "Let me see waist 24' hips 36' At least Elizabeth is perfectly proportioned." "Remember nothing female, no skirts, no leotards." "This IS Egypt. It is not done for a lady to show her legs or ankles in public, so I will buy pants for you." An hour later she was back carrying a couple of bags. "Here try these on," and she threw me a pair of stretch jeans. "These are women's jeans," I protested. "You have a women's body shape now, men's just won't fit now." I reluctantly put them on and did them up. The first thing I noticed was how much a bulge my dick made in them, but I had no desire to see that go. Turning round I saw my ass, well, Elizabeth's ass in these tight jeans, and as I looked in the full length mirror I again thought 'God She looks good in those.' "Look cute don't you?" Kat said with a mischievous smile. Again my lust was jolted back to reality. "Why do I fancy myself every time I look in the mirror?" "That's easy, it's because inside you are a normal hetro-male even though the outside is beginning to look decidedly the opposite. Try these on," and Kat threw me a shirt and some sandals. The shirt tried to hide my curves but it would be obvious to anyone who looked closely that men shouldn't have curves where I had. The sandals were the most satisfactory thing. It was only the size of my feet that gave anything away. Fully clothed for the first time in days, I ventured outside, the sunlight was bright and the day gloriously hot. We did the normal things tourists do in Egypt pyramids and Sphinx tombs, and for two glorious days it seemed as though nothing had happened. Yes, my new body got some strange looks from the more observant. I still refused to sleep with Kat as I knew that sooner or later more drastic changes would occur. The sex situation was not helped by my distinct lack of sex drive. Don't think for a minute I had accepted my fate. I detested every waggle of hip, every curve, every part of my new body. I had to go along for Kat's sake. I must say though that she has been taking it very well, but I hate to think what will happen later on. Kat stated her disbelief that I was still in denial over this but then I am who I am or should that be I am who I was. Still, seize the day. In fact the fever hadn't returned after the third day and it looked as though my theory was right. Kat Suggested that it was because my body needed time to recuperate and that the fever wouldn't return until it was safe to do so. "If it does I am taking two at a time again, these past few days were the best I have felt since it all began," I said to Kat "No I want you male as long as I can! How can you be so selfish? I have needs too you know." Two more days passed, which made a total of five days in which I felt OK. "I'm bushed," I said. "Me too, want to go to bed?" "Sleep yes, Sex no!" "I can't wait forever you know, neither can you!. I may be able to fondle you and caress you when you are Elizabeth but you won't be able to screw me." "Please I must deal with this in my own way." "You haven't been dealing with it at all. Everytime it is 'I can't cope', 'being a woman is worse than being dead', 'how can I fancy myself 'or 'No I won't screw you because I remind you of what you may/are becoming." "I waited a year to sleep with you. Can't you wait a little longer?" I pleaded. "Any longer and we will be sharing Tampons," and with that she stormed off. What in hell bought that on? I wondered. In the end I put it down to the stress of the past f