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FORWORD: This was my first story. I wrote it several years ago when I really didn't know what I was doing (not that I entirely do now). A number of FM readers have asked about it but I've been reluctant to post it here since it was poorly written. I've now patched it up in a (successful?) attempt to make it a worthwhile read. So for whatever it's worth here it is. This story may not be re-posted without the permission of the author. Alaina By Lana B. The day started out as any normal beginning-of-the-week Monday always had. I reported to my job of three years as an assistant manager at Goodwin's Books, a medium-sized retail bookstore in downtown Minneapolis appealing to the more eclectic of tastes as opposed to the large chains such as Waldenbooks. It was rather slow for the first hour or so. I was unpacking boxes of newly-arrived books when at about 10:00 an impeccably attired woman walked into the store. I immediately noticed her short black silk skirt. The hem reached down to the top of her knees revealing long, shapely nylon-clad legs. She also was rather large-bosomed, a fact which her tight white silk blouse fully emphasized. She must have been at least a 36D. I noticed that she wore bright red lipstick and had thin highly-arched eyebrows, long dark eyelashes, and a smooth, well made-up face. She wore a thin string of pearls around her neck and gold-hooped earrings that freely dangled and swayed below her ears. She had dark blond curly hair that gently fell onto the top of her shoulders and bounced a bit as she walked toward me. She was an attractive, if not classically beautiful woman of about forty. She had that Scandinavian look so many of the girls from the Minneapolis-St. Paul area had. She was impressive. What was most startling of all, however, was her size. She wore what must have been three or four inch high heels, which made her look very tall. While at six feet tall and 170 pounds I'm no slouch, she towered over me. She must have been at least six and a half feet tall in those heels and when she reached the counter I found myself looking up into her big blue eyes. I couldn't have pulled my gaze away from her if my life had depended on it. I managed to ask, "Can I help you?" "I certainly hope so." Her voice was deep and throaty. "I'm Alaina," and she offered me her hand, which I proceeded to shake. She had a rather firm grip. I noticed that her fingers sported long red nails that ended about a half-inch beyond her fingertips. "It's nice to meet you Alaina. My name's Lon but everyone calls me Lonnie. What can I do for you?" "Well Lonnie, I've been looking all over town for a book by Dr. William Tyler called 'Gender Dichotomy' and if you have it you could certainly save me some shoe leather." "I'm not familiar with it offhand Alaina but let me run it through the computer." "Sounds like a plan Lonnie." I initiated a search and after about ten minutes I found the book. It was listed under an obscure publishing house called Scandinavia Press and I noticed that it had been out of print for seven years. I told her and she seemed genuinely dismayed. "I could try to special order a copy Alaina." Her frown immediately turned into a nice smile. "Could you? What do you think the chances are of getting it?" "I don't know Alaina but nothing ventured, nothing gained." "Okay Lonnie. Let's do it." She wrote her phone number on a slip of paper and said that she hoped to hear from me soon. She thanked me for my efforts and she turned and walked toward the door. I watched this pleasant Amazonian woman depart and wondered what a roll in the hay with her would be like. As the door swung shut I began the usual Monday morning inventory. That afternoon I placed the order for "Gender Dichotomy." *** Weeks passed and I found myself thinking of Alaina from time to time. And a month and a half after our encounter 'Gender Dichotomy' arrived. I immediately telephoned Alaina to give her the good news. The phone rang four times and she picked up. I heard "Hello?" in that distinctively husky voice. "Hi, Alaina. This is Lonnie from the bookstore. I've got good news. 'Gender Dichotomy' just arrived." "That's great!" "When can you come in to pick it up?" "I've got a problem with that Lonnie. My car broke down three days ago and the repair shop just gave me some bad news. I need a new transmission." "I'm sorry to hear that Alaina." "I know that I'm asking you for a big favor but do you suppose you can drop the book off at my house after work today?" I thought for a while and asked her where she lived. It turned out that she was only a few minutes out of my way. "Sure, why not." She gave me directions and I said that I'd see her at around 5:30. She thanked me and we exchanged goodbyes. I looked at the book in my hands and thumbed through it. It seemed to be about the relative differences and similarities in the genders. It covered topics such as what would happen if the differences were extracted or intermingled. "Hmm. Interesting." I put the book down and got back to work. *** I punched out at 5:00 and walked to the public parking lot across the street. I got into my car and started off to Alaina's. About a half hour later I pulled up to a big white colonial on a large plot. I exited my car, walked to the door, and rang the doorbell. Alaina answered the door a few seconds later. She smiled and invited me in. I handed her the book. "Thank you so much Lonnie. I don't know how to thank you." "Hey, it's all part of the world-class service provided by the good folks at Goodwin's Bookstore." She softly laughed and removed $25.00 from her purse and handed it to me to settle up for the book. "Thanks Alaina. I hope to see you at the store again." "You can't possibly leave just yet Lonnie. Let me offer you a drink." I really wasn't in a rush to go anywhere. "Okay." "Good. Make yourself comfortable." She placed the book on the coffee table and walked to the kitchen. I sat down on the couch and reached for 'Gender Dichotomy'. I thumbed through the book and noticed a section with drawings. They depicted people with both masculine and feminine gender characteristics. One of the drawings portrayed someone with a penis and breasts. Another had a male's head attached to a female body adorned in a tight dress. Captions under both drawings mentioned "gender uniformity". Alaina entered the room and I put the book back down on the coffee table. "Interesting stuff, isn't it Lonnie?" "I don't know about that Alaina. Weird or perverse would seem to be a more appropriate characterization." She handed me a drink in a large martini glass. It appeared blue- tinged. "What is this?" It's one of my own concoctions Lonnie. Try it. I'm willing to bet you'll like it." I took a sip. It tasted something like a mint-laced martini. "I like it." "Good. Why don't you tell me about yourself Lonnie." I told her I was 40, single, and not presently seeing anyone. I told her that both of my parents had died several years ago, my father from a heart attack and my mother from cancer. I told her that I was an only child and lived alone in a nice 7-room house about 10 minutes away from here. And I told her that I really didn't have any good friends. "I guess I just don't make friends that easily Alaina." I surprised myself. I normally would never tell a relative stranger that much about myself but for some inexplicable reason I was very talkative. "You sound perfect Lonnie. Why don't you finish your drink?" I wasn't quite sure what she meant by that but it didn't seem important so I took another sip of the mint-martini. "Why don't you tell me a little something about yourself Alaina?" "It doesn't really matter Lonnie. Things are deceptive. They may not be what they seem. Sometimes you can never tell." I wondered what the hell she was prattling about. I felt a little light-headed. "What?" "It will all be clear soon enough. Finish your drink." I knocked down the rest of the drink and placed the glass on the coffee table. I noticed that my light-headedness had graduated to wooziness. I couldn't have stood up on a bet. "You look a little faint Lonnie." I tried to respond but couldn't. I wanted to tell Alaina that I did, indeed, feel faint but I couldn't articulate the thought. "What's wrong with me?" I wondered. "Maybe it would help if you lied down for awhile Lonnie." I watched as she approached me. I tried to move to no avail. Every muscle in my body seemed paralyzed. I wondered why I couldn't move or talk. Had I suffered a stroke? Had Alaina drugged me? If so then why? As I pondered these thoughts Alaina reached down and lifted me up with ease. She exerted hardly any effort. "Man, this broad is strong. I wouldn't want to meet her in a dark alley," I thought. She carried me into her bedroom and gently deposited me on the king- sized bed. "You'll probably feel better if you get a little rest Lonnie. Maybe it would help if you took off your shoes and jacket." "That's easy for you to say. You can still move," I thought. "Here, let me give you a hand." She slipped off my jacket and shoes. "Hmm. You still look a little uncomfortable. Why don't we remove some more of these nasty clothes?" I tried to protest but couldn't convert my thoughts to words. I watched as she unbuttoned my shirt and unzipped my pants. She then removed both garments. She looked down at me and smiled. "You won't be needing these anymore. With time you will wonder how you ever wore them in the first place. How can cotton and polyester compare to silk and nylon? They can't. Believe me Lonnie, I know. I've been there." I wondered what the hell was she rambling about as I watched her remove my socks. She smiled again. "You will do nicely. You are a little tall for most tastes but that is what the purchaser requested. I don't foresee any complaints at all." "More nonsensical ramblings," I thought. I helplessly watched as Alaina bent down and slid her large right hand under my briefs. She stroked my manhood. "This is the least I can do for you Lonnie, considering what you've done for me." "What the hell's she talking about now? All I did was get some book for her," I thought. She succeeded in arousing me. Whatever it was that affected the rest of my body obviously had had no effect on my penis. I was now completely hard. I watched as Alaina removed her hand from me and slipped off my briefs. She smiled yet again. "Well Lonnie, is that a flagpole between your legs or are you just happy to see me?" "Very funny," I thought. "I guess we're going to have to do something about that, now aren't we?" I watched as she removed her clothes until she was completely naked. I noted that she had a magnificent body just as I'd suspected. Her breasts were large and firm and her skin creamy smooth. She lay down on the bed and kissed me. I was powerless to stop her advancing tongue as it passed my lips and teeth and wrapped itself around and caressed my own tongue. Alaina then climbed onto me and I felt her vagina engulf my stiff member. She thrust up and down for what seemed like an eternity until, finally, I exploded into her. I was exhausted. I tried to move but I was still paralyzed. I watched Alaina walk to the bathroom and heard the shower start. She returned 10 minutes later wearing a silk bathrobe and brandishing a syringe. I now knew for certain that I was in big trouble. She approached me and smiled. "You must always remember this encounter Lonnie. It is the last of a kind for you. There is no turning back now." I wasn't quite sure what she meant by that but I had more immediate concerns. I couldn't take my eyes off that syringe. Alaina broadly grinned. "This is going to hurt you more than it will me Lonnie." I helplessly watched as she plunged the needle into my hip. I pleadingly looked up into her eyes. She noticed and smiled. "Don't worry Lonnie. You are simply embarking on a journey. One that you will never forget. I hope that you will have fond memories of me." I felt very drowsy. I thought of Alaina, on top of me, thrusting and thrusting. And then I wondered, "Had I just been raped?" And as I considered this most curious thought everything went black. *** When I awoke I had what felt like the biggest hangover of my life. I realized I was lying on my back in a bed. I tried to move but discovered that my arms and legs were restrained by short leather straps that were fastened to the corner bedposts. I saw the side rails and realized I was actually lying in a gurney. I scanned the room. It was bright white. I appeared to be in some sort of medical facility. I wondered whether I'd been in an accident. And why was I tethered to the gurney? Where the hell was I and what had happened to me? I noticed a sensation of soreness in my groin and, to a lesser extent, on my chest. I looked down at myself and saw that from the neck down I was covered by a heavy blanket. I screamed for help and abruptly stopped. My voice! It sounded higher pitched than normal, somewhat husky, a little like Alaina's voice. And that made me remember her. "That bitch drugged me! She's responsible for this!" My strange voice startled me again. A man in a white lab coat entered the room. I glared at him. "What's happened to me? Where am I?" "Hello Lonnie. I'm Dr. William Tyler. You were placed in my care by Alaina." His name sounded familiar and then I recalled that he was the author of that book I'd ordered for Alaina. "What's going on? Why did Alaina bring me here?" "Ah yes, Alaina. Tell me something Lonnie. Did she fuck you? Word has it that she fucks all of her finds before she turns them over. Was she as good as I hear she is?" I didn't answer the question but I thought back to Alaina, on top of me, thrusting. I considered that, oh yes, I'd been fucked by Alaina in more ways than one. "You know Lonnie, Alaina was one of my first reassignments. Before I converted him he was a Danish soccer star. After the treatments transformed him into a female she came to work for The Syndicate. Now she's The Syndicate's most successful finder-operative. She commands a finder's fee of 15 percent, 5 percent over the usual commission. No matter what a customer's requirements are Alaina always fulfills them. She keeps our clientele happy and is worth every penny of her fee." Did he just say that he changed Alaina from a man into a woman? How could he have done that? Then I remembered that show I'd seen on HBO about men who'd undergone surgical sex changes. And adding insult to injury I realized the further indignity of having been fucked by someone who wasn't even a real woman. But what really alarmed me was the notion that this bastard may plan to change me like that too. Dr. Tyler spoke, thankfully interrupting my worrisome ruminations. "But enough about Alaina. You said that you want to know what's happened to you and you certainly have the right to know. You're on a ship called The Copenhagen. I like to think of it as a sort of floating M.A.S.H. I too am affiliated with The Syndicate. The function of this organization is to provide subjects, or partners if you will, to our clientele who, I might add, pay handsomely for the service." I thought about Dr. Tyler's use of the word "partners". I considered that perhaps he meant business partners since I really wasn't willing to entertain alternative interpretations. Dr. Tyler continued: "Our clientele are, for the most part, bisexual men in Europe, mostly throughout Scandinavia, who, primarily for business reasons, are in no position to have their secret little vice divulged. So The Syndicate finds appropriate male subjects, who are usually unwilling I'm afraid to say, and surgically modifies them to appear as women. Most of this function is mine since I'm a sexual reassignment surgeon, a very good one if I do say so myself. When I complete the reassignment process the subject is then delivered to the customer, who now has the best of both worlds. He owns a genetic male who for all intents and purposes physically appears to be a real woman. In one fell swoop the customer's vice is satisfied to a significant degree without the liability of compromising his position in the business community." As I absorbed this information I tried to avoid thinking about where I fit into this picture. "What does this all mean to you Lonnie?" he asked as if he'd read my mind. "Well, you see, you're one of those unwilling subjects I mentioned. You were found by Alaina to fulfill a Syndicate contract. And you're in the final stages of your transformation." I wanted to unleash a stream of obscenities but was shocked into silence. I couldn't believe what I'd just heard. Could it really be true? "I suppose you'd like the details of what I've done to you. I know I would if I were in your shoes Lonnie." I was still speechless. I managed to nod my head. "Alright. But first I have to examine you. This won't take long. When I finish I'll give you the whole skinny." I watched Dr. Tyler walk to a small metal table in the far corner of the room. He sorted through a number medical implements and selected two of them. He returned to the front of the gurney and lifted the lower portion of the blanket off my legs exposing me from the hips down. I couldn't really see my exposed lower half because of the upward pitch of the gurney but I didn't like the look of those instruments in his hands, which I could see all too well. "You may be interested to know that you're in what we refer to as a medical recovery chamber Lonnie. All actual surgery is performed in an operating theater located in another section of the ship." I felt a sharp pain in my groin. "Ouch, Goddammit! That hurt!" "Sorry Lonnie. I'm afraid that was unavoidable. But the worst part is now over." I watched as he grabbed the other instrument, lowered his head, and disappeared from my view. I then felt another sensation in my groin which, in contrast to the first one, was not at all unpleasurable. It continued for another minute or so. "Wow. This isn't bad at all. I hope he keeps it up." I became embarrassed at the thought and felt my face redden. The pleasant sensation thankfully subsided. Dr. Tyler raised his head and widely grinned. "Another perfect result!" He was starting to annoy me with his cheerfulness. I saw that he now held a large syringe in his hand. "Now wait a minute Doc! What the hell's that for?" "Relax Lonnie. It's only a little accelerated estrogen. I engineered it myself you know. I'm quite proud of it. It works very fast." "Estrogen?" "Yes. Female hormones Lonnie. You've already received 23 of these injections. This is the next to last one. The 25th shot will complete your gender reassignment." "I've received 23 hormone injections?" "Well, after all, you've been at sea on this facility for 15 weeks, although you were heavily sedated and couldn't have known that." "What? 15 weeks! I'm sure that I'll be missed! They're probably looking for me right now!" Dr. Tyler smiled. "Now let's not delude ourselves Lonnie. We know your history, which is one of the reasons why you were selected. You have no family to speak of. Alaina disposed of your car and all of your personal effects. It will just be assumed that you uprooted yourself and relocated. Possibly your bank's concerned, but only because it was left holding your mortgage. Any search or inquiries will be superficial at best." I hated to admit it but what he'd said was probably true. As I thought about it I felt the point of the syringe enter my hip. "Now hold still Lonnie. We don't want the needle to break. That can be a nasty experience." I held still and endured this latest humiliation. *** Dr. Tyler looked at his wristwatch. "I'm afraid I have to visit another patient Lonnie. You're not my only patient, you know. I've got 8 other conversions on the ship in one stage or another of the transformation process. I'll tell you what though. Why don't I remove that blanket? That should satisfy a bit of your curiosity for the time being." I watched as he activated a motor, which moved the table to an even level. He then removed the blanket and left the recovery chamber. I hesitantly looked down at my exposed body and nearly fainted as I took it in. I was completely hairless and on my chest were two not so small breasts sporting nipples that looked like pencil erasers and areoles the size of silver dollars. The breasts were so large that they obscured my view of anything below them. I had to wiggle them apart to see further down. I gazed between my separated breasts and saw what was there. Or I should say I saw what wasn't there because my penis and testicles were gone. In their place was the same equipment that any female had down there, a clitoris, lips and vagina. I couldn't believe it! Looking further down I saw smooth, hairless legs and toenails that had been polished bright red. That made me curious so I gazed up at my tethered hands and saw my long red fingernails. "This can't be happening. I must be dreaming." I felt woozy and mustered all my effort to avoid fainting. Dr. Tyler returned and noticed my shocked state. "Now don't be upset Lonnie. You'll get used to it like anything else. More than half of the world's population are girls, you know, and from all accounts most of them actually like it." The shock of my new appearance prevented me from responding. Dr. Tyler continued: "Okay Lonnie. Here's the story. All of the hair on your body, other than on your head and your eyebrows and eyelashes, of course, was permanently removed using an advanced electrolysis technique, which I developed. Your Adam's apple was surgically shaved and your vocal cords were tightened to raise the pitch of your voice. Your breasts were enhanced to a size C-cup by a combination of implants and hormonal therapy. Your only maintenance requirements are, incidentally, estrogen booster shots at 6-month intervals. Are you with me so far Lonnie?" I was too shocked to respond. I simply nodded. "Good. You also had some minor facial plastic surgery to give you a smaller nose and an oval contour to your chinline. We did a bit of liposuction around the waistline to reduce your waist and build out your hips. A touch of collagen was injected into your lips to make them full. I can't take the credit for your lovely eyebrows, lashes, and pierced ears, however, because that was the responsibility of our renowned Cosmetology Division. They were also responsible for the fingernail treatments you received. As I understand it your nails were treated with a special gelatinous substance that accelerated their growth and rendered them virtually unbreakable. They can't be cut but can only filed with a special steel-alloy nail file you'll be given. Do you have everything so far Lonnie?" Again all I could do was nod. "Good. And last but not least you underwent full sexual reassignment surgery on your genitals and are nearly healed. Your penis and testicles were surgically resected and in their place I constructed a functional vagina and vulva from residual tissue. Now you can have sex and orgasms just like a real woman, Lonnie, although you can't bear children. I'm good, you know, but I'm not that good." Dr. Tyler laughed at his little joke. I didn't find it funny at all. My mind was reeling from what he'd just told me. I felt dizzy. I was speechless. "I guess I'll untie you now Lonnie. But I advise that you get up very slowly. You know you weigh only 130 pounds now. You've been on an intravenous diet for the last 15 weeks." I watched as he unfastened the short leather straps. "By the way, Lonnie, just go right through that door over there and you'll find an efficiency flat with clothes, food, and other amenities." He pointed toward an inner door at the near corner of the room. Dr. Tyler finished untying me and he exited the room's outer door. He locked it behind him. *** I arose slowly as Dr. Tyler had advised. He was right. I felt light- headed. I slowly walked to the door he'd mentioned and felt my breasts tug and sway in the process. They felt so heavy and foreign. I opened the door and entered. I saw 4 rooms. There was a small kitchenette with a miniature refrigerator and hotplate. There was a small sitting room with 2 chairs and a coffee table. There was a small bedroom with a full-sized bed. And there was a small bathroom with a sink, toilet and shower stall. I stepped over to the bedroom wall mirror and studied the strange reflection. I gazed at my face. I saw me and then I saw someone who looked like a feminine version of me. I continued to look at my face. It was, essentially, a woman's face. Not a classically beautiful woman, but a woman nonetheless who certainly wasn't unattractive. I saw that my face was hairless and smooth-looking. My nose was smallish and upturned. My face now appeared oval-shaped with the chin ending in a soft point. My lips looked puffy. My eyebrows were thinner and were arched over eyes that had longer-than-remembered lashes. I'd seen lots of worse faces on real women than the one I had now. Behind all the changes, however, I could still see myself. My semblance was definitely still there, but now it was framed by luxurious brown hair, which fell to about an inch past my shoulders. My long hair was obviously the result of not having had a haircut for 5 months. I stared at my ample breasts. As if in a trance I raised my hands and cupped them from underneath. "Ouch!" I accidentally poked one with a thumbnail. I realized I'd have to be careful about that in the future. "How the hell do women grasp and hold things with long nails?" I wondered. I carefully rubbed my right nipple between my thumb and forefinger and watched as it became erect. I felt a pleasurable sensation I'd never experienced before. I continued to fondle my nipple and sensed itching and warm dampness in my groin. I turned my gaze downward. What I saw between my legs was what I'd seen on any woman when I looked at that place: a pussy. I reached down and touched my new lips and clitoris and felt yet another new erotic sensation. I carefully and slowly inserted my right long-nailed forefinger into my new vagina and I felt a pleasurable sensation not unlike the one I'd experienced when Dr. Tyler had probed me with that last instrument. I immediately withdrew my finger and once again felt faint with shock. I walked to the bed and sat down on its edge. I tried to collect myself. How had this happened? What would become of me? Could I escape? Could these changes be reversed? Could I make Alaina and Dr. Tyler pay for what they'd done to me? A lot of questions and no answers. A chill ran through me and I realized I was cold. I also realized I was naked. "No wonder I'm cold." I walked to the closet and opened it. I saw 3 dresses on hangers. I looked down and saw a pair of navy leather pumps with heels that must have been at least 3 inches high. I walked toward the small dresser and again passed the mirror. I couldn't avoid looking into it again. I still found my new appearance shocking. I shook my head in disbelief and felt my hair swirl. I moved toward the dresser and felt my breasts sway. Could I make any movement without feeling some strange new sensation? I opened the dresser's top drawer and saw 2 bras, 2 pair of panties, and 2 pair of nude pantyhose. That was all she wrote. I opened another drawer and saw cosmetics. There was lipstick, foundation, nail polish, a nail file, an eyebrow pencil, comb and brush, and a pair of earrings. Having seen the latter I raised my hands to my earlobes and felt where they'd been pierced. Had they missed anything? It certainly didn't seem that way. I was cold but I also felt filthy. I walked to the bathroom. I grabbed a bar of soap from the sink, stepped under the shower, and turned it on. I let the warm water cascade over my body. I soaped up every pore I could physically reach as well as my hair and took the longest shower of my life. The spraying water felt titillating on my breasts. I tried to ignore it. I just wanted to get clean. I finally rinsed and turned the shower off. I grabbed a towel and dried myself off. I headed back to the bedroom feeling clean. I looked at my reflection in the mirror again. I still couldn't believe what I saw. No doubt about it, I was no longer a man. I looked like any other decent-looking woman I'd ever seen. My figure was slim-looking, yet well-rounded. If I had to guess I'd say I was a 36 x 24 x 34. I continued to look at myself in shock. I shook my head in denial. But I knew it was true. These bastards would pay for this as soon as I got my chance. I felt chilly again. I knew that I needed to dress. Where were a pair of jeans and a T-shirt when I really needed them? I walked to the closet and again gazed at the dresses. On the one hand I couldn't believe that I was actually considering putting one of those things on, yet on the other hand I rationalized that it was either a dress or nudity. Simply put there was nothing else to wear. I studied the dresses. I couldn't decide on a selection. I suddenly became enraged. "Look what they've reduced me to. You're comparing dresses and thinking about which one you'd look best in, like some bimbo or something!" I angrily shouted. I snatched the nearest dress. It was a blue silk floral print. To my dismay it was the one I'd just about decided was the most flattering before my anger materialized. While I considered how to put the thing on I remembered the stuff I'd seen in the dresser drawer. Things that are supposed to be worn underneath the dress. Underwear. I tossed the dress onto the bed and walked to the dresser. I opened the drawer and gazed at the sheer undergarments. I felt a flush of embarrassment and once again thought about the station I'd been reduced to. "It's only underwear, for Christ's sake. Besides, what else can I do? It's not like I've got a pair of jockey shorts available," I told myself. I picked up one of the bras. It was pink and it felt like it was made of silk. I tried getting it on but my breasts kept slipping out. After about 10 minutes of this nonsense I kneeled down at the bed, propped up my breasts onto it, and finally captured them in the bra. My damn nails kept impeding my efforts to secure the clasp, but after what must have been 20 failed attempts I finally succeeded. "Victory at last," I thought. My breasts actually felt more secure and didn't wiggle nearly as much now when I walked. I also no longer felt the heavy tugging sensation on my chest. I was much more comfortable now. "Man, these bras are really helpful," I thought. I figured it was time to cover my new slit so I grabbed the pink silk panties and hoisted them onto myself. I noticed how they hugged my newly rounded hips. I picked up the pantyhose and looked at them. I wasn't looking forward to wearing them but my legs were cold and that made my whole body cold. I wondered whether they'd make me warm. I also wondered how the hell I'd get them on. I thought back to watching some of my former girlfriends dress and recalled how they'd rolled them up their legs. I carefully rolled the nylons up each leg and took great care to avoid snagging them with my nails. I then pulled the hose over my hips and around my waist. The stockings fit nicely. "Okay," I thought, "I've finally got my underwear and stockings on. It only took about 20 minutes, 19 minutes longer than it'd take to put on a pair of briefs and a T-shirt. I've got to discover some way to reverse this whole thing if only to be able to dress in a reasonable period of time." I walked toward the closet and halted when I caught my reflection in the mirror. I couldn't believe how attractive my legs looked. Sexy was the first word that came to mind. Not only that, the feel of the nylons against my smooth legs as I walked was yet another new pleasurable sensation I enjoyed more than I cared to admit. "What is it with this woman thing? Is everything centered around establishing and maintaining pleasurable sensations?" I wondered. I impulsively took another few steps just to feel the nylons on my legs again. "Man, that feels good!" I then realized what I'd done and embarrassment washed over me like a tidal wave. "Hey, I'm just trying to keep warm," I told myself. I walked to the bed and picked up the dress. "I can't believe I'm going to put this thing on." But I knew I couldn't traipse around in bra and panties so I lifted it over my head and pulled it down onto myself. I hoisted the rear zipper and felt the dress hug my body. I saw that its hem ended at the middle of my knees. I stole another glance in the mirror and couldn't believe how good I looked. The dress accentuated my new curves at the bust, waist and hips. I realized that I now had the body of a woman, which made me shake my head in stark disbelief. If there was anything that looked out of synch it was my face. There were traces of my former male self there although there were also signs of my new persona. Someone could look at me now and possibly think that I was a man with breasts dressed in women's clothing. That made me think of some of those pictures I'd seen in "Gender Dichotomy". I decided that if I was going to have to wear a dress that I should actually look the part. I didn't want anyone to look at me and see a man wearing a dress. I again thought of some of those pictures in Dr. Tyler's book, which I'd perceived as perverted. I stepped over to the cosmetics drawer and opened it. I reached for the foundation and walked to the mirror. I applied the makeup and noticed how smooth and finished-looking it made my face appear. I retrieved some of the other cosmetics and returned to the mirror. I ran the eyebrow pencil over my brows and accentuated their arcs. I then carefully coated my lips with red lipstick. I didn't seem to have any difficulty with the cosmetics, which puzzled me since I'd never done this before. I gazed at my reflection again and I was now satisfied that no one would mistake me for some kind of freak. My face now looked completely like a woman's face. I retrieved the hairbrush and ran it through my long hair to make it look more orderly. I reflected that my hair looked as if it had been groomed and styled. I wondered whether this was the work of the "renowned Cosmetology Division" Dr. Tyler had mentioned. "Who the hell knows? I'd been sedated for nearly 4 months!" I angrily thought. I gazed at my face's reflection and took in the full picture. There'd be no mistaking me for a man now. I walked back to the table to return the brush and saw the gold-hooped earrings in the drawer. "Why not?" I decided, and I carefully put them on with a little effort. They pleasantly tugged at my earlobes and I couldn't resist the temptation of walking back to the mirror to see how they looked. "Not bad," I thought, and then I became angry at myself. "Look at me, for Pete's sake, primping and admiring myself like some high school girl preparing for a date with the captain of the football team!" I abruptly turned around and took a few steps and I stubbed my toe against the base of the bed. "Shit, that hurts!" That made me think of the shoes I'd seen on the closet floor. I retrieved the navy pumps and brought them back to the bed. I sat on the bed's edge and slipped the shoes onto my nylon-clad feet. I stood up and took two steps and I promptly fell down like a sack of wheat. I felt the pain in my right ankle and my eyes moistened. A moment later I sobbed uncontrollably. I willed myself to stop crying. I was severely embarrassed. "What the hell's wrong with me? I've fallen before. Why am I acting like such a wimp?" I then remembered that I'd been injected with a ton of female hormones. And I realized that that was the reason I'd cried. I told myself, "None of this is my fault. Don't let it play with my head. I need to stay strong or else they'll win. I still have a man's brain. Nothing in the world can change that. And I'll use it to figure a way out of this jam. And once I do I'll strike back at my tormentors and make them suffer like they've made me suffer." I felt better. But I fully realized that for now I was trapped in this condition. There was nothing I could do at the moment to change it. I didn't even know where the hell I was. I was on a ship but where was the ship? So I resolved to play along with the game and wait for an opening. Then I'd escape and set things right. With renewed determination I stood up and practiced walking for about 15 minutes. And I finally mastered the art of walking in high-heels. I discovered that the key was to take small, deliberate steps and to set the toe and heel down together. I looked at my hands and noticed that a small segment of the nail polish on the fingernail of my right forefinger had chipped. I wondered whether this had happened when I'd inserted the finger into my vagina a half-hour ago. The thought made me giggle and blush at once. I kept looking at the flawed nail. For some inexplicable reason it bothered me. I compared it to my other 9 perfect nails and considered whether I should repair the flaw. I tried to ignore it. I told myself that it wasn't a big deal. But after about another 10 seconds of examining the defect I had an irresistible impulse to fix it. I compulsively walked to the table and retrieved the bottle of nail polish. I also took the bottle of remover and applied some to a tissue and swabbed off all of the polish on the chipped nail. I then applied a fresh coat of polish but as I watched it dry I noticed, to my dismay, that it was a different shade of red than the polish on my other 9 nails. "Man, I can't win," I thought. I kept looking at my hands. The shade disparity bothered me as much as the chip had. The next thing I knew I was removing the polish from the other nails and applying a fresh coat on each. Interestingly I did this without any problem, as if I'd been doing it for years. I held out my hands before me as the polish dried and admired the results of my efforts. I got lost in my thoughts. "They do look good, but I can sure do without that smell. Oh well, a small price to pay I guess." I realized what I'd just thought. "Wait a minute! Just 5 minutes ago I'm thinking that at least I still have a man's brain which I'll use to figure my way out of this dilemma, and here I am painting and admiring my nails like a bored housewife with too much time on her hands!" I shuddered at a mental image of being swallowed up by my conversion and losing all traces of my former self. I again rationalized that it was the hormones that were making me act this way. I told myself that I needed to be mentally strong to fight their effect. But I was disgusted with myself for the way I'd acted. I stood up and walked away from the table. I once again caught my reflection in the mirror and I couldn't help but stop and look at myself. Gazing at my reflection I saw a tall, thin, attractive woman. The shapely appearance of my legs was definitely enhanced by the sheer nylons and the high-heels. They actually looked sexy. As much as I wanted to avoid that conclusion the sexy image captured in the mirror was undeniable. I told myself that I'd only suffered a temporary setback. "I'm really a man. I'll do everything in my power to reverse these changes and take revenge against those who'd perpetrated them. For now, though, I'll play along with the game because what other choice do I have?" It was clear to me that these bastards had successfully modified my appearance. I looked like a female now. And the only available clothes were women's clothes. I had no choice but to wear them. The only alternative was nudity, which wasn't a feasible option. I decided I'd play along with this little charade and carefully plot my revenge. I worked myself up into a state as I contemplated reprisal actions. My thoughts of retribution were interrupted by the sound of approaching footsteps. Dr. Tyler entered the flat. He gazed at me and cut loose a wolf whistle. "Cut the crap Doc. It was either this or nudity and freezing. You'd have done the same in my place." "You're right Lonnie. I'll try to be more considerate. I do have to say, however, that you're a real looker all dolled up like that. I'm proud of my work." "You're a real humble guy Doc. Would you mind telling me what you want?" "Well Lonnie, I wanted to tell you that tomorrow I'll give you your last hormone injection. Then a Syndicate operative will deliver you to our client. He's a nice gentleman by the name of Sven Thurmond. And in exchange for you Mr. Thurmond will pay us a very handsome fee of $275,000." "Very tidy. Everything's been all arranged." I felt as if I were a piece of furniture being scheduled for delivery. "That's right Lonnie. We're a very efficient organization. Oh, by the way, you'll now answer to the name Lana. Good night Lana. See you tomorrow." He left and locked the exterior door behind him. I rustled up some canned chili on the hotplate and hit the sack early. I was really tired. I awoke around 9:30 the next morning. I put my clothes back on and brewed some coffee. Dr. Tyler arrived about 15 minutes later. "It's time for your last shot Lana." I felt the sharp ache from the syringe as he pushed it into my hip. "At least this is the last injection," I considered. The thought made me feel a little better. A moment later I felt woozy and darkness overtook me. *** I awoke and found myself in new surroundings. I was in a large king- sized bed in an enormous bedroom. I got out of bed and discovered I was buck-naked. "What the hell is it with these people that I'm always waking up naked? Couldn't they at least put a cheap robe on me?" I thought. I stepped over to a large walk-in closet and opened it. I gazed upon a large selection of more than 25 dresses. On the floor of the closet I saw at least 15 pair of leather shoes in a variety of different colors. And they all had high heels. There was a large dresser, which contained a huge selection of bras, pantyhose, panties, and slips. Cosmetics, nail polish, brushes, and jewelry were everywhere. I heard approaching footsteps. I ran back to the closet and spotted a white silk robe. I grabbed it and quickly put it on. Just as I closed the robe a huge, imposing figure of a man entered the room. He was ruggedly handsome and bore a striking resemblance to Robert Mitchum in his prime. "Hello Lana. I am glad to meet you. I am Sven Thurmond, your new partner." His voice was deep and resonant. He had a slight accent. I looked up at this man. He must have been at least seven feet tall. Although I'm six feet tall he made me look and feel absolutely tiny in comparison. "Uh... hello." "I paid a small fortune for you Lana. I hope you do not disappoint me. I ask that you dress yourself. As you can see there is much to choose from. Do your best to make yourself pretty. By the looks of you that will not be difficult. Dinner will be served downstairs in the dining room in one hour. I will see you then." With that Sven departed. I reflected. Dr. Tyler had obviously drugged me. And he'd "delivered" me to this man Sven in exchange for his so-called handsome fee. I decided that there was nothing I could do but continue to play along with the charade. I'd wait for an opportunity to escape. What other choice did I have? I realized that I needed to dress myself. I surely couldn't appear at dinner in this robe. I looked through the large selection of underwear and settled on a white cotton bra and matching panties. I opened a new package of fleshtone pantyhose and slowly slipped them on. I walked to the closet and scanned the selection. I chose a pink silk dress that revealed just a little cleavage. The hem settled to the top of my knees and nicely showcased my nylon-sheathed legs. I did my makeup and hair which, surprisingly, were not in a state of disrepair. I wondered whether Dr. Tyler's associates had spruced me up before turning me over to this man. I found a nice pair of white leather 4" pumps that fit me perfectly. Sven obviously had been told all about my size and measurements. I looked at my hands and realized that the red nail polish really didn't match the pink dress I wore. I saw that I had 20 minutes to spare before dinner, which was enough time to do my nails. So I sat down at the vanity and got to work. All the needed implements and products were there, including that special steel-alloy nail file Dr. Tyler had mentioned. I removed the old polish, did a little shaping, and applied several coats of pink polish. I extended my hands and studied my nails as the polish dried. I thought they looked very attractive in pink polish. I hadn't used this color before but I'd surely use it again. I felt silly and foolish for having these feminine thoughts but I rationalized that Sven had directed me to "make myself pretty" and I had to play along with the game. I fully realized that I was still at a serious disadvantage. I didn't even know where the hell I was. As I waited for my nails to dry I decided that I'd collect the facts about my new circumstances and whereabouts. And then I'd fashion a plan of escape and get the hell out of here. No way was I going to be this giant's "partner," which I equated to being his slave. I looked at the clock on the dresser and saw that the hour had passed. I headed downstairs. *** Sven was sitting at the table waiting for me. He saw me approach and stood up. "You look very nice Lana." "Uh... thank you." I noted that even with my 4-inch heels I needed to crane my neck at an extreme angle just to look into his face. This was one tall man. I saw that there were 2 settings on the table. Sven held out a chair for me at one of them and said, "Please sit." I sat and then he sat too. Sven poured 2 glasses of white wine and handed me one. I tasted it. It was very good. I watched as he sampled his. He seemed to enjoy it too. Sven broke the short period of silence. "I will cut to the chase Lana. I am sure that you wish to know what you are in for. I have been told that you already are aware of the Syndicate and the service it provides to men like me. So there is no need to discuss that aspect of your situation. Do you have any questions or comments so far?" "Uh... not really." "I will continue then. As you can see I am a rather large man. I am 7'2" tall and 285 pounds to be precise. I requested a large American man who was at least 6 feet tall. I believe you fit that bill, although just barely I suspect. I know what you have been through and I apologize for that. But what has happened to you is neither my fault nor is it my responsibility. I simply placed my order and paid a rather large fee. And then I took delivery. I did not personally choose you, nor did I have anything to do with your abduction or conversion. Those things were all done by The Syndicate. So if you must be mad at someone please do not direct your anger at me because it will be misplaced. Any questions Lana?" "Uh... I don't think so." I took another sip of wine and considered that he appeared to be sincere. What he'd said even seemed to make a little sense. "All that I did was request a suitable partner. You were provided. Let me say, however, that I find you stunning. I am very pleased with you." "Uh... thanks." I somehow felt oddly flattered by what Sven had just said. I suddenly realized that I had to gain control of my thoughts. I reminded myself that I had to discover what my new circumstances were for the singular purpose of effectuating my abrupt departure. "I only ask that you give this arrangement a chance Lana. I must tell you that under the terms of the contract I made with the Syndicate I have the option to return you within the next two years. If you are returned then The Syndicate is obligated to furnish a replacement subject within one year. I am extremely pleased with you, however, and I hope that this does not happen. But that will be up to you. Do you understand?" "Yeah." "I must also tell you that if you are returned, The Syndicate may surgically and chemically alter your mind to completely erase all memories of your prior persona. Essentially you will be converted into a mindless puppet who will do whatever you are directed to do by your next partner. And your next partner may not be as pleasant and civil as me." This was starting to sound ominous. I wondered whether it was only a bluff to frighten me into cooperating. "Are you serious?" "I certainly am. So I believe it is in both of our interests to make this arrangement work. Would you not agree?" "It would appear so." I couldn't believe I'd just said that. "Good. I'll check on dinner." He stood up and walked to the kitchen. I took another sip of wine and considered what Sven had said. Was it a ruse designed to influence me into going along with him? Or was it true? If it were true I was certainly in a precarious position. I reflected that being converted into my present physical state was no picnic but it'd pale in comparison to being altered into a "mindless puppet." As displeased as I was with what had been done to me I could still at least think for myself. I concluded that at this point I couldn't tell whether or not Sven was lying. I would just have to keep playing along until I had more facts to work with. Sven returned with two plates. He set them on the table. I saw grilled chicken breast, a baked potato, and corn on the plates. "I hope this came out alright. I am not much of a cook but I did the best I can." I tested the food. "It tastes fine." "Thank you Lana. I'm sure you could do much better." I felt myself blush and looked down. "Let me give you some more facts Lana. You are in Nogenhagen, a suburban town with a population of 20,000 located about 15 miles from Copenhagen which, I am sure you know, is in Denmark. This is a large 12 room house on a one-and-a-half acre plot." "I'm in Denmark?" "That's right. And I hope you don't think about trying to escape Lana. Because where would you go? You have no official Danish identification papers and you have no independent means of support. You would not last a day outside of this house." This didn't sound encouraging. "In any event, there is no need for you to leave here. I am a copyright attorney in a large law firm in Copenhagen and I am paid very well. All your needs will be attended to. I am willing to spend whatever it takes to make and keep you happy. I will do whatever is required to make our partnership work. I only ask that you do your fair share and meet me half-way. What do you say Lana?" While awaiting my response he refilled my glass. I took another sip of wine and reflected. He sounded like he was being reasonable and was just asking that I be too. What other choice did I have at this point? The phrase "mindless puppet" entered my mind and I shuddered. I took a sip of wine in an attempt to calm myself down. "Well?" Sven pressed. "I don't see why not." I heard the words escape my mouth but didn't remember saying them. Had I actually said that? And as I contemplated the consequences of what I'd just uttered I saw a large smile form on Sven's mouth. "I was hoping for a bit more enthusiasm but I am nonetheless happy with your response Lana." I thought that he was sincere. And he had a nice smile too. Sven arose and approached me. He looked down at me. "You are very beautiful Lana." I felt strangely flattered. "Thank you Sven." He reached down and took my hands in his, engulfing them. He looked deeply into my eyes. He gently tugged at my arms and nudged me up. My legs nearly buckled. He moved his head slowly down toward mine. I wanted to resist but could not. He lowered his mouth onto mine and gently kissed me. I did not retreat. He then slipped his tongue between my lips and teeth. I surprised myself by accepting it. We deeply kissed for a minute and he then lifted me up in his arms as if gravity were nonexistent. He took me into his bedroom. My feelings were in a state of turmoil but I did not protest. He deposited me on the bed and proceeded to disrobe me, and then himself. He again told me that I was beautiful and once more I felt flattered. Before I could sort out my thoughts he was all over me. He kissed my lips and then my breasts. I was on fire and could not think straight. The void between my legs dampened and burned with desire. To my horror I longed for penetration. He climbed onto me and I felt his entrance. He rocked up and down and waves of pleasure overtook me. I almost passed out from excitement. He continued thrusting and I experienced an orgasm that felt like a tidal wave. My entire body trembled and quaked in delight. I collapsed into his arms and drifted off into a deep sleep. *** I awoke with my head nestled on Sven's chest. His arms were wrapped around me. I saw that he still slept. How had this happened? I couldn't remember. I had a slight hangover and tried to shake the cobwebs out. I concentrated. Then it all came back to me. "Holy shit! I actually slept with this man! What the hell was I thinking? I'm here for only a few hours and he's fucked me already!" I recalled dinner and the wine. "I just had two glasses for Christ's sake!" I thought that he may have drugged me, which seemed to be a popular pastime of these people. Or maybe my tolerance for alcohol was lower now. "I've had a significant weight loss which probably affected my ability to tolerate alcohol," I reasoned. I felt Sven stir. "Oh shit." I tried to squirm out of his grasp but I was locked in place by his strong arms. Houdini couldn't have escaped this trap. I saw his eyes open and he looked at me and smiled. "Good morning stranger." "Uh... hi." "That was great last night Lana." "Yeah." I could think of no other response. He stared into my eyes. "You know something. You look gorgeous in the morning when you wake up." I couldn't look away from his large eyes. I noticed for the first time that they were smoky gray. I was nearly hypnotized. "You look too good for words to describe Lana." He lowered his lips to mine and kissed me. I couldn't resist. I went along with it. He did all the work and I just reacted. Before I knew what had happened Sven had his way with me again. And against my better judgment I enjoyed it. Sven got out of bed and walked into the bathroom. I heard the shower. Ten minutes later he returned to the bedroom. He looked at me and smiled. "I have to go to work now Lana. It is, unfortunately, Monday." Now I at least knew what day it was. "Big deal. How does that help me?" I thought. I watched as he dressed in a nice gray pinstriped suit and a red silk tie. He walked to the bed and stared admiringly at me. "I should be home by 6:00 tonight. It would be nice if you had dinner ready then. Bye sweetheart, I will see you later." He bent down and softly kissed me. I watched him depart. I was finally alone. *** I thought about escape. I then thought about some of the things Sven had said. I had no identification and no means of support. I also considered that I was in a strange country. Where would I go? Even if I did have a destination how would I get there? My head pounded. I closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep. *** I awoke and gazed at the clock radio on the night-table. Jesus, it was 11:00. I got up and took a warm shower, which invigorated me. I dried off and wrapped the towel around me from the top of my breasts to the middle of my knees. I headed upstairs to my room. I sat at the vanity and gazed in the mirror. Even without makeup there could be no mistaking me for a man now. I glowed. Then I remembered how people commented that a woman "glowed" when she was in love. I quickly expelled that stupid thought from my mind and looked at my reflection again. I impulsively retrieved some makeup and got to work. Twenty minutes later I was all made-up. I undid the wrap-around towel and gazed at myself in the wall mirror. I truly looked good. I then realized how I'd been acting. "Stop admiring yourself idiot! Just get dressed!" I slipped into a comfortable white cotton bra and matching panties. I put on my pantyhose in record time. I walked to the closet and selected a nice sky blue cotton party dress that fell to the middle of my knees. Dark blue leather 4-inch heels rounded out the outfit. I returned downstairs. I heard a noise on the porch and looked out the window. I saw the mailman. I waited a minute and he was gone. I opened the door and retrieved a letter from the mailbox. I saw that it was addressed to "Lana Thurmond." "What is this, some sort of sick joke?" I then looked at the return address, which read "Alaina." My heart raced. I walked to the kitchen and sat at the table. I opened the letter and read. Dear Lana: It has been about four months now since we last talked (and touched!), and I am sure that you think of me from time to time. I think of you often because you were the nicest and most considerate of all my finds. At first I almost felt sorrow and remorse for what I did to you, or at least what I precipitated. But then I thought, and I am sure you will agree, that what you've received is truly a gift. Without my intervention you would never have known the joys of womanhood. The feel of silk and nylons against your smooth skin and the fit of that pretty dress on your rounded body are delights that men cannot know. I hope that you are experiencing some of these wonderful sensations as you read this letter. Think about this and tell me if I lie! You know it is true so give this arrangement a chance and I guarantee that after a few short months you will ask yourself, 'How did I possibly endure my drab existence before that day when Alaina walked into the bookstore?' I will always have fond memories of you, Lana, and I hope yours of me are fond as well. With warmest regards, Alaina I put the letter down and reflected. Could Alaina be right? She certainly made some valid points. The feel of silk and nylons and the fit of my dress were certainly enjoyable sensations. I didn't know what to think anymore. I sat down on the comfortable recliner in the living room. I thought. And I thought some more. I looked at the wall clock and saw that it was 4:30. Where had the time gone? Sven would be home soon. I recalled that he'd ask me to prepare dinner. I thought it was the least I could do. I headed into the kitchen. Sven returned at 6:15. He kissed me on the cheek and said that he'd missed me. He then handed me some flowers. I blushed and thanked him. He went to the bathroom to wash up and I put the flowers in water. I felt exhilarated. I wondered, "Could Alaina be right about this? Is it worth fighting? Especially when the chance of prevailing is so remote?" And I also thought about the consequences of failure. Did I want to end up as a "mindless puppet?" That certainly didn't sound like something to shoot for. What was my plan now? Well, my short-term plan was to feed Sven the salad and pasta I'd prepared for his dinner. Sven returned from the bathroom and I served dinner. He boasted that it tasted delicious. It made me blush but it also made me feel good. I thought that it was nice to be appreciated. After dinner we retired to the living room and watched the news on television. Sven told me about his day. I found his conversation interesting. A movie came on and we watched it. He put his arm around me and we necked. Fifteen minutes later we were in the bedroom, disrobed, and in each other's arms. *** To make a long story short I soon forgot about exacting my revenge and settled into the role of Sven's significant other. I found that I actually enjoyed the benefits of being his "woman". Sven brought home the bacon and I cooked it. I kept the house clean and presentable. I did the food shopping and the laundry too. I decided that it was only right that I do the housekeeping. After all Sven paid the bills and I wanted to do my fair share. I came to enjoy doing housework. I took pride in it. And although it was hard work I found that I still had some spare time on my hands. I used it to shop for clothes and keep my twice-a-week appointments at the beauty parlor and nail salon. I'd also just received my first estrogen booster shot. Sven liked me to maintain the most feminine appearance possible and I agreed. After all, who was I to argue with him? Especially when he so generously paid for it all. *** I sat at my bedroom vanity and reflected. I've been living with Sven for six months now. I've come to like him very much. I gazed at my reflection and saw that my long blond hair cascaded onto my shoulders and down my back. I wore impeccable makeup that brought out the smooth and silky look of my complexion. My highly arched eyebrows accented my large doe-like hazel eyes. My lips were full and pink and they matched my long, expertly manicured nails. I walked to the closet and scanned my ever-growing wardrobe. I wore the most expensive and sexy dresses to showcase the attributes Sven liked so much. He said he just loved my big tits and shapely long legs. Who was I to deprive him of my lovely features? I returned to the vanity and sat down. I gazed at my reflection in the mirror and touched up my lipstick. I thought that I looked as good as some of the models I'd seen in Cosmo. In any event Sven couldn't seem to keep his hands off my body and that was good enough for me. In actuality I had him wrapped around my finger. When I thought that things couldn't be better Sven returned from work with a present: a beautiful diamond engagement ring. I of course accepted his proposal. I told him he'd made me the happiest girl in the world. It was all so ironic. I owe my happiness to Alaina who, just seven months earlier, I would have killed given the chance. As Alaina had said, "Sometimes you can never tell." THE END