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Where Have All the Good Girls Gone?
By Rachel Renee McCullough
Chapter One
Rachel woke to the morning sun just like any
other day. But this day was going to be far from any
other. Up and into the shower she went. The morning
ritual of showering and shaving had given way to the
occasional shaving of legs and, thank goodness for
lasers, no facial shaving. The ritual continued to
include teeth, hair, which was now flowing nicely
around his shoulders, and the morning capsule that
contained the marvelous Tryesterdiol. Since he soon
to be she had been in the transition program at South
East Louisiana Hospital things had been going
wonderfully. The T.E.D. had kept her testosterone
levels wonderfully low and estrogens extremely high
resulting in the most marvelous development of pert
new breasts, hips, and thighs. It would only be one
more week before she would be beginning her real-
life-test and she was ready!
Rachel, as she was soon to be known padded into
her bedroom and began dressing for the day. At five
foot twelve inches she was a bit tall for a girl but
she had seen taller and the hormones had given her
the most feminine look. Daily exercise had taken care
of the rest and she was quite the pretty athletic
young woman that she had always longed to be. She
continued dressing. First came the stretch satin
panties and matching under-wire bra. The bra seemed
to give her that extra lift and push up that she
loved. Then the shiny sheer to the waist pantyhose.
They made her legs look so great! Jean Shorts, Cut-
Off T-Shirt, and a pair of Birkenstocks finished out
the ensemble. She was ready for her next day of
vacation! When she went back, it would be as Rachel.
A wonderful vacation it was too. She had taken
a good bit of her savings and had rented a cabin for
two weeks in the Eastern Tennessee Mountains near
Pigeon Forge. The quiet mountain settings were what
she had needed to clear her mind and get ready for
the year that was ahead.
Throughout the preceding months she had worked
very patiently with the human resources division of
the little Mississippi municipality that she worked
for and they had been very forthcoming in their
expression that her work would be affected by this
transition and had all but encouraged her to seek
employment elsewhere. However, the cooler and much
more aware legal department had cautioned them
against such and since then the process was going
fine. Rachel had never kidded herself though, the
fact that she was a firefighter/paramedic and that
the department was all male, with the exception of
the secretaries, was going to pose a bit of a
problem. But it was nothing that she couldn't handle.
She'd been in the heat before and this was just
another hot one.
Into the kitchen she went and began making
coffee. It was one of those firehouse rituals, coffee
every morning. While she waited, she flipped on the
television. She wanted to follow the continuing story
of the strange virus that had been sweeping the
Southwest and Mexico. There had been some cases
reported in the South but it had been widely
publicized that there was nothing to fear as it was a
derivative of some Swine flu strain that had been
conquered long ago. The thing that worried her
however was that the mortality rate kept rising. This
virus was quick and it was beginning to look pretty
lethal. Apparently it affected the cardiac muscle and
within a few days the person either survived or
succumbed to cardiac arrest and no intervention had
been very successful with resuscitation.
There also had been some reports of rioting and
looting in the larger metro areas of California but
it seemed to subside rather quickly. She guessed that
the police out there were used to that kind of thing
by now and that they were quite adept at handling
those situations.
After the customary several minutes of
commercials the new cast came on. It was one of those
local newscasts with the local talent being just
that. The anchor people looked a bit rattled though,
as if something horrific had happened. This caught
Rachel's interest as she turned up the volume.
"WATE Channel 6 Knoxville," the anchor woman
began, "This morning's top news." She paused, "Doctor
Janice Burdine of the Center for Disease Control in
Atlanta issued a statement this morning concerning
the current, now epidemic, spread of the so called
Heart Attack Flu."
The screen switched to a very well dressed
woman standing at a podium with the official CDC
seal. She looked down at the podium and then up to
the cameras. "As of yet," she started, "the CDC has
been unable to isolate the apparent cause for this
current epidemic that is sweeping our nation and
nations abroad. And if I were to tell you that there
is nothing to fear, I would be remiss in my duties to
you. We as a nation must take steps??.."
The screen went blank and was replaced by the
anchorwoman's face. "Apparently there were some
technical difficulties with that conference. That was
one hour ago and we have yet to be able to make
contact with the CDC in Atlanta for further
information as to the warnings of Doctor Burdine. We
will keep you informed. What information we do have
is that the mortality rate in the Southwestern United
States and Northern Mexico continue to climb. Latest
reports from those areas are sketchy but indicate
that this may be one of the worst plagues in recorded
history. There are several fires within the city of
Los Angeles burning out of control and there seems to
be no response from the local government for
intervention. A report from our affiliate channel in
Los Angeles said that local emergency services have
been severely affected by the sickness and that less
than one quarter of government workers reported for
work yesterday. We will continue to follow the
situation and bring you updates as they become
available. Locally..."
Rachel switched off the set and began to ponder
what she had just heard. This thing was getting
serious. If the mortality rate was anything like they
were reported, and she guessed it was worse, it was
close to ninety percent. Not very good odds! She knew
that viruses were very tricky little organisms and
that there was no telling what the method of transfer
was but in light of it's rapid spread it was likely
airborne.
"So, what do I do?" Rachel thought to herself.
Trying to get home now would be an impossibility.
With the latest news the roads would be jammed and
people in a foul temper. And of course anyone out
there with the virus would only be spreading it to
everyone else! Better to stay here, as planned, and
maybe things would be calmer by the end of the week.
Then the trip wouldn't be so daunting. So a Smoky
Mountain morning on the patio it was.
The sunlight began to filter through the trees
and with her coffee in had it was out to the patio to
her new favorite lounge chair. Rachel watched the
morning change into midday, dozing ever so slightly
every once in a while. "Now this is how a woman
should live." She said aloud to herself. "But I guess
I should get up and do something or I'm going to
waste the day away!"
Rachel trotted into the bedroom and changed
into some hiking boots and socks, giving each sock a
push down so they bunched at the boots, to show off
those long legs. She picked up her day pack and went
to the kitchen to get some water from the fridge and
packed it in the side pockets. Making sure that she
had her camera and keys she strolled out the front
door and up the hill towards the trail that she had
been meaning to explore.
Time passed quicker than she would have liked
and towards the end of her week there the television
stopped picking up any broadcasts whatsoever. Rachel
decided that it must've been the TV itself. She
couldn't allow herself to think the obvious. The news
about the epidemic had gotten worse over the week
with the news anchors being replaced almost every
night until the television had quit working. She
packed her things into the truck and left, leaving
the keys in the drop box at the main office which was
locked up tight.
Rachel wasn't looking forward to the eleven
hour drive that awaited her but she needed to get
home and to the comfort of her own surroundings. Day
after tomorrow was the big day and she would be going
to work for the first time as the woman she always
knew that she was. She drove along the twisting
narrow mountain road. Her little flower print
sundress was hiked up showing her shiny pantyhose in
the sun that drifted through the trees. Her sandals
sat on the bench seat beside her so that she could
slip them on when she stopped to get gas or something
to eat. As she got closer to town she realized that
she had not seen any other traffic and was beginning
to become a little concerned.
"Had the epidemic reached this area? Where was
every one?" she thought to herself and as she pulled
on to the main drag in Pigeon Forge the realization
that there was no one around hit her hard. This was a
weekday and there was no one at all, to be seen, in
one of the most tourist attracting cities in the
south.
Rachel rode around town for a bit just hoping
to get a glimpse of someone. But no one appeared. She
knew where the fire station was so she decided to
drop by there to see what was going on before she
headed out. She had been by on her first day and got
to see the super tanker tractor trailer rig that they
had. She pulled into the station parking lot and the
station house doors were up.
Slipping on her sandals she walked into the
station and loudly asked, "Anyone here?" Her voice
seemed to echo through the engine bay as she walked
towards the living area of the station. Sitting on
the sofa was one of the on-duty firemen.
"Oh," she began, a little startled, "I didn't
think there was anyone here." The man didn't respond.
She walked over to the sofa and touched the man's
shoulder as he slumped into the cushions. She jerked
her hand back. He was dead and from the looks of it
for a day or so. She quickly looked around the rest
of the station finding several others there. All of
them had passed away sometime throughout the past
couple of days. "This was ridiculous." She thought to
herself. Surely there's someone still alive here. But
maybe it wasn't such a good idea to hang around.
There was noting that she could do for any of them
and if they had the Heart Attack Flu then she was
just exposing herself. She had to get home.
Rachel hurried back to her truck and headed out
of Pigeon Forge down the winding old highway that led
to Sevierville. Occasionally she would see a vehicle
that had careened over the edge of the road and down
into the ravine below. She had stopped at one or two
to see that the driver and passengers had either
succumbed to the flu of that they had been killed in
the crash. She was going to focus on getting home and
seeing what was going on. The winding road eventually
led to Interstate 75 where she turned South and was
met with a deserted highway with the exception of the
occasional motor vehicle accident which she knew
there would be no survivors. The first major town
that she would come to was Chattanooga. She thought
she would stop there for gas and see if anyone knew
anything there. Flipping through the radio stations,
there was nothing but static on the FM side but when
she switched to AM, out of frustration there was one
channel still broadcasting. WGOW 1150AM of
Chattanooga was still sending out a recorded
announcement that apparently had been prepared by the
local health department warning residents to stay at
home and to contact there personal physician if they
began showing flu like symptoms and the like. The
hospitals had been over tasked and were unable to
help anyone else.
"This is too unreal! There had to be someone
out there!" Rachel said aloud. After she had listened
to the broadcast for about a half an hour with no
change she decided to turn it off. Then she saw the
Wal-Mart, off to the side of the interstate just
outside Chattanooga.
"Good." She thought. "I can get gas and there's
always someone at Wal-Mart!" She wheeled into the
parking lot which was almost deserted and found a
parking place near the entrance. Locking her truck
and grabbing her purse, she got out and strolled
towards the front doors. The automatic doors opened
right up and let her inside. Just inside the second
set of doors was the body of an older woman. Rachel
knew that she was dead and yelled out, "Anyone in
here?" She got no response and yelled again. Still
there was no response. She wandered around the store
for about fifteen minutes before realizing that she
was alone and that there was no one there. She needed
to pick up a few things and decided that she would
and she needed some gas. With no one attending there
was no telling how long the gas pumps would be
working and she didn't know where there would be any
other chance to stop.
Around the store she went picking up a few
cosmetics, some pantyhose, and her favorite panties.
She needed some food as well so over to the grocery
side she went. The produce had begun to get old and
was beginning to smell but there were plenty of
canned goods and non perishables. Rachel stocked up
on what she thought she would need for a few days and
found a plastic tote bin that would hold it all.
Loaded with her merchandise she walked to the
checkout stand as she normally would but then
realized there was no one to pay.
"Thank you Wal-Mart." She said and strolled out
the door to her truck. Loading the tote in the back,
she got in and started the truck driving the short
distance to the gas pumps. Getting out, she checked
to see if the pump was turned on, it wasn't. Rachel
walked over to the little building that had the pump
controllers in it and found the door to be open.
After a few minutes she figured out how to activate
the pump and was so filling her tank. She felt a
sharp pain in the back of her head and her world went
black.
As Rachel regained consciousness, she tried to
move to sit up but couldn't. She opened her eyes and
looked around. She was back in the Wal-Mart, lying on
the carpet between the shoe racks. She tried to say
something but was astounded to find her mouth full of
some cloth and duct tape holding it closed. Moving
around, she realized that her wrists were bound
behind her and her ankles together with rope. Her
sandals were missing but other than that she seemed
intact. Her head hurt, one of the worst headaches
she'd had in a while!
"Oh, you're awake." Rachel heard. The huge man
dressed in jeans and a t-shirt stood over her and
leered down at her. "I was afraid that I was the only
one left and that I was going to have to spend the
rest of my life alone wanking off. But now that I
have you, that won't be the case." He sniffled and
wiped his nose on his shirt sleeve. "The damn flu,
but just a mild case." Her said and knelt down beside
her. "Now let's you and me have some fun."
He began rubbing her pantyhose covered thighs
and Rachel struggled to get away, to which he said,
"You ain't going nowhere girly. You're all tied up
and mine to use how ever I want. And don't think no
one's gonna save you. There ain't no one."
Rachel moaned through her gag as the man began
rubbing closer between her legs than she would have
preferred. "What's he going to do when he finds out."
She thought to herself.
The man coughed as he removed his pants. With
no undergarment his manhood fell down to mid thigh.
Next he discarded his t-shirt and straddled her nude.
"Let's get you out of these clothes." He said
and reached over into his pants to retrieve a pocket
knife. He opened the knife and began cutting away her
dress. Rachel moaned through the gag, begging him to
stop but obviously he had one thing on his mind. That
man coughed again and finished cutting the remnants
of her dress away. Next he pressed the blade beneath
her bra, between her breasts and pulled upwards. As
the bra fell away Rachel's pert breasts fell free and
he began squeezing them with one hand while cutting
the bra straps with the other. After finishing his
work up top he slid down Rachel's legs. She could see
the man was becoming very aroused and his cock had
swollen to about ten inches long and two and a half
inches across. He rolled her pantyhose down to her
thighs and Rachel moaned again, pleading with her
eyes. But he was not interested in stopping now. He
sliced through the sides of her panties and slid them
from between her legs. Luckily she was tucked away so
he was yet unaware of what she really was. She
panicked as to what he would do when he found out.
She began to struggle more now but it was futile as
whoever this guy was he certainly knew how to tie a
knot. Pulling her pantyhose back into place, "I like
pantyhose." He told her. She could only lie there and
wait for a chance to escape. But it didn't appear
that the chance would come before he took her.
He rolled her over onto her stomach and pulled
her up onto her knees. Coughing again he ripped the
back out of her pantyhose down and exclaimed, "What
the fuck?"
Rachel's heart sank. Would he kill her? What
would he do?
"So," he began, "You're one of them
transsexuals. I always wanted to know what one of you
was like. He reached down with one hand and spread
the cheeks of her ass. Rachel was startled as he spit
onto her rose and began to swirl it around the
opening with the tip of his member. She pulled and
tried to move forward only to be grabbed by the hips.
"You do that again," he started, "and you might
not survive this. You get my meaning?"
Rachel nodded and resigned herself to this fate
as he thrust forward and into her. Not having time to
prepare herself or relax she was not ready for his
size. She screamed into her gag and tears began to
form and run down her cheeks. The pain was almost
unbearable. Soon he began to work up into a rhythm
and Rachel began to relax allowing her self to take
him without much pain. His hands wandered to her
breasts which were swinging under her with each of
his thrusts. Twisting and pinching her nipples he
kept raping her. He continued to rut and grunt for
what seemed like an eternity before he stiffened and
thrust forward with everything he had and filled her
insides with his warm gooey cum. They collapsed to
the floor. He fell on top of her and just lay there.
For some time she was afraid to move but then she
noticed that her rapist had not moved for a while.
She wriggled beneath him his still hard member
stretching her hole. He did nothing. She rolled with
all her might and he slid off of her his cock sliding
from her with a popping sound. She looked at him and
noticed his eyes were open with a fixed gaze. She
"mpphhed" into her gag.
"Great!" She thought "Tied up and the only one
for miles." She struggled around and found his knife.
It was very sharp so she would have to be careful.
With more than a little effort she finally cut her
hands free and then her ankles. Slowly she pulled the
duct tape from her mouth and began to cry. She sat
there for several minutes when she realized that she
had to get up and get out of here. She hurried
through the store, picking up, a package douches,
another dress, bra, panties, and pantyhose. Back to
the shoe department she found some strappy sandals
and went into the ladies room.
She felt better, once she had cleaned herself
up but made a trip to the shoe isle where her rapist
had died to kick him, "You Bastard! Serves you
right!" She walked out of the store and across the
parking lot to where the gas station was. Rachel
finished filling the truck got in and drove back onto
I-75 south.
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