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Abreast of the times by Elaine © 2004 This story was spawned out of newspaper article about a guy who was bet that for $100K he wouldn?t get breast implants and keep them in for a year. He did with $100K riding on it, well wouldn?t you? This story takes that scenario a stage further and there are motives and an end result that will I hope please most of my readers. As for the guy with the implants he liked them so much he kept them in. If you have comments or queries about this story or any of my others please write to me at [email protected] . Chapter 1 ? The Loser "Hey Micky are you gonna take this bet or not?" Sam asked looking straight at me. I stared at my hand transfixed by what I saw. It was a good one but with a pot that big I wasn?t sure if it would be quite good enough. I?d been on a winning streak all night after months and months of losses and now the big one was just one show of cards away. Unfortunately it could also wipe me out. "There?s 50 grand riding on this Micky it had better be good," said Sam confidently reminding me what I already knew. I?d known Sam for the last 9 months and in all that time I?d hardly won a dime from him at cards. I finally hoped this night would be different. I stared blankly again at the cards in front of me and tried to think what to do. "Come on are you a man?" he sneered at me "Are you going to see my bet or fold?" From becoming a friend all that time ago, Sam had suddenly become my worst nightmare because he?d literally cleaned me out. From humble beginnings when it was just a few dollars, the stakes had moved up and up until now we talking seriously big money. In fact all I had left in the world. I stared at the pot and the huge pile of chips in the centre of the table. With this one hand I could wipe out all my losses of the last 9 months. There was just one problem I had no more money and I had to see his raise. If I couldn?t and I folded it was all gone. He knew I could only offer an IOU for the 15 grand I needed. "Sam will you take my IOU?" I asked desperately looking across the table at him. "Sure man but 15 big ones is a lot of money. What happens if you can?t meet your obligations if you lose?" he asked. He knew I couldn?t pay him for a while if ever. "With this hand I won?t lose," I said trying to sound confident. The other 4 guys in the room were sitting watching us wondering where all this talk would take this battle for supremacy and when this last game would finish. It was nearly 3:00am on a balmy summer night in Vegas and I nervously looked at my cards again. It was a good one for me 2 Queens and 2 tens, maybe Sam was bluffing. I could never tell as the sweat oozed out of my forehead. If I lost this pot I was wiped out. Big style! Sam could sense my uncertainty so he surprisingly suggested a stiff drink and I readily agreed. It would give me more time to think I reasoned as he prepared my malt whisky. He took a note pad and wrote something down and passed it to me as we both stood looking at the table. "Come on both you guys," said Jackson puffing on a large cigar, "I have work in the morning but I?m not leaving till I know which one of you has won this pot." Sam walked back to his chair and I read his note. My eyes stared wide with disbelief at what he was proposing. "Micky I will accept your IOU on the condition that if you can?t raise the 15 big ones you must agree to have breast implants and keep them in for a year as a reminder that you must never gamble again. Nod if you agree." I crumpled up the note and stuffed it in my shirt pocket. "Well Micky do you agree?" he asked me again. I nodded, "you?re fucking crazy Sam, this is all mine." I nodded confidently again towards the pot. "I?m not crazy man, I?ve seen you lose everything but I?m determined this is the last hand of cards you?ll ever play," he replied, "do you accept my terms?" The others looked on quizzically wondering what we were talking about. I took the notepad and pen and then quickly wrote up the IOU for 15 grand. I added it to the pot and I hoped that in less than a minute it would be torn up just as quickly. ?Oh my God, what I have I just done?? I thought suddenly unsure again. "Let?s see them cards guys," said Big Jim after draining his beer bottle. He was also ready to go home. "I?m a grand down tonight but nothing compared to either of you two if you lose this hand." "Yes time to pay the piper," said Chuck beside him. I confidently turned my cards over to display my two red ladies and two tens. I saw Chuck shake his head as Sam put down his cards on the table. It was just three fives but it was enough to make me lose. I?d lost! "Oh God no," I said shocked and stunned, "where did those come from?" "Admit it Micky you ain?t never gonna be any good at cards," smiled Sam pulling the pot towards him. I?d started to shiver uncontrollably as the other four got up and started to walk toward the door. "Sam, you are one lucky son of a bitch, as always," said Chuck patting him on the shoulder as he walked out smiling with Big Jim. Sam was busy making order out of the crumpled dollar bills and chips that were all spread out on the table, Jackson and Gerry just walked out laughing at my hellish predicament. I looked stunned and it was worse than I could ever imagine. Not only was I broke, I owed Sam another 15 thousand dollars. Tears ran down my cheeks and I was acting like a zombie as the last of the guys left Sam?s luxury villa. A villa paid for by his luck at the table. "Micky I aim to call in that tab you owe me," said Sam not saying what I didn?t expect to hear. "I?ll be around later today to collect it OK?" "I don?t have it Sam, you?ve cleaned me out," I replied honestly. "Everything?" he asked but he already knew the answer. "Every last penny," I admitted. "That?s a pity because by our rules you?ve got just three days to get it or else," he said. "I did give you another way out though remember?" "Yes I remember, but that?s not an option though is it?" "I don?t know, I heard about this guy who bet $100,000 that his friend wouldn?t have implants. However he agreed to have the breast implants and I thought that might teach you a lesson once and for all," he said smiling and then sipping his whisky. "No way Sam, I?ll get your money," I said as confidently as I could but I knew it was already quite hopeless. Why did someone like him have all the luck? "Well you know our rules all debts must be honoured within 3 days," he said, "you don?t want Big Jim or Chuck to break your legs now do you?" "No," I replied, "I know what they?re like." "Ok then, see ya Micky," he said as I let myself out of his villa, "Oh Micky here?s some cab fare home." "Thanks Sam, you?re all heart," I replied trying to be cheerful taking the 10 dollar bill. "I hope you can raise the money Micky," he said as I reached the gate, "I wouldn?t want anything bad to happen to you." As I took the cab home I studied my options. I was out of work and even if I was in work there was no way I could get together 15 grand in just three days, short of robbing a bank or striking it lucky on a slot machine with my last lucky silver dollar. I walked into my rented apartment and remembered I was three weeks behind in my rent and there was nothing of real value inside. My wife and kid had walked out on me six months earlier so my gambling had cost me my love and my happiness. Now it was about to cost me two badly broken legs or two big lumps of silicone on my chest. There really was nothing left. I fell into bed, the sheets were missing but I was too tired to care. I cried myself to sleep. Despite my situation I slept for hours and was woken by a knock at the door. Looking through the spy hole I could see a good-looking white toothy smile stare back at me. It was Sam looking as handsome as usual so I reluctantly let him inside. "Well Micky can you raise the dough?" he asked walking confidently inside. I could see him wrinkle up his nose at my foul body odour. ?You stink.? "I just woke up so I haven?t managed yet," I replied and I knew I didn?t have more than 20 dollars in loose change. I really was wiped out. "Maybe a miracle will happen," he said, "but my offer still stands Micky." "That?s not an offer Sam and you know it. I?m a guy for Christ?s sake," I replied repulsed at the thought of implants on my chest. "Oh that?s a shame I think they?d look better on you than a pair of broken legs if you don?t cough up," he said looking at me and I could see he was serious. "You know I?m really enjoying this." "I?m glad someone is," I said sarcastically. "Let?s face it Micky you?re a born loser, you?ve lost everything you ever had and now you're about to lose your self respect too," he said, "phone me when you?ve decided what to do. Oh and Micky don?t do anything stupid, there?s one of my men watching your place outside." I gulped because that had been my only way out. Just walk away from this hell hole city and thumb a lift east to start again. He walked down the stairs towards the main door and turned back again. "Oh one more thing Micky don?t take too long, there?s another $1500 in interest due if you don?t pay me within 24 hours," he smiled enjoying the horror that I was only slowly getting deeper and deeper in the mud. As I closed the door, I looked through the dismal apartment. It contained just the bare minimum, a second hand single bed, a small portable TV set, a small refrigerator, a toaster and a coffee-pot. There wasn?t enough here to raise 20 dollars at the pawnshop never mind $15k. I went to my wardrobe and picked out some clean clothes. Although Sam had said that I wouldn?t get far I had to try. The alternative of just taking a mauling was just more than my self-respect could take. I had some good suits that I?d hardly worn but there were just too many to take with me so I picked my favourite and piled the rest on the floor. At the back of the closet I saw a red suitcase and picked it up. It was full so I lifted it up and laid it on the bed. It was locked but a knife had the lock open easily. Inside I found female clothing, bras and panties and a dress or two. Then I remembered this was all stuff that my wife Alison had left behind and I had put it inside the suitcase just in case she returned. It still smelt of her and I sniffed the clothes remembering her fragrance. I looked out of my lounge window at the street and sure enough there was a black Avalanche truck waiting outside on the street just for me. As I put the curtain back, the guy in the truck waved at me nice and friendly. After I tipped Alison?s stuff onto the bed to make room for my clothes, a crazy idea came to me. It was the beginnings of an escape plan but it was just too fanciful. I then immediately dismissed it as way too crazy but then again there was just a chance. Alison and I had been the same size. She was the same height as me at five foot eight so with a little padding her dresses might fit. The idea disgusted me though and I angrily threw her stuff against a wall at the thought of hiding in a woman's skirts. When it landed in a heap, I noticed a pair of high heel shoes and some other sexy stuff that I liked her to wear. Maybe that was why she?d left all this stuff behind. "What the fuck have I got to lose?" I said out loud, "if I do nothing I get two broken legs, if I go along with Sam I?ll have two breasts the size of melons on my rib cage for the next year if I know him." I looked at the case, there was make-up, some cheap jewellery all worthless but it would all be useful if I wanted to disguise myself. I looked in the mirror and brushed my hair out. It badly needed cutting but it was long enough to give me a feminine style. There was hair mousse and shampoo still in the shower room just where Alison had left them. I?d been too busy losing money to toss them out. Chapter 2 ? On the Run A couple of hours later and I had removed most of my body hair including my normally bushy eyebrows using my last few razor blades. I?d also trimmed and then polished my nails with some thick gold coloured polish that I?d found in the case. Then after a few tries, I?d styled my hair, backcombing it and finally setting it with the styling mousse she?d left. It really had lots of volume compared to Micky?s long lank look. There were a pair of red plastic earrings that were really hard to clip onto my ear lobes as I looked in the mirror. A couple of tacky thin wrist multi-coloured bracelets were forced on over my hand and on removing my sports watch, I replaced it with a thin strappy gold plated one. It was still working but running slow. So I then started to put on my wife?s clothes with some trepidation, I tried using socks in the bra cups but that didn?t seem realistic enough. So I found and then filled two small balloons with warm water and inserted them into Alison?s sexy red lace bra that I?d bought for her last birthday. Little did I know I would be wearing it instead of her. My mind drifted back to the day she opened my gift and her words, 'just like you always thinking of yourself, well you'll just have to wear that lingerie yourself because I wont!' Then I put her sundress over the top of my head and smoothed it down. Shoes were a problem, wearing heels would complete the image but they were just so impracticable in an escape. Her sneakers looked feminine but obviously didn?t quite match the dress. In the end, I realised that I was going to wear the heels in my early evening escape or else they might rumble me. I looked at her or was it now my watch and set the time. Then I applied make-up again and again to my face until I got it just right. I looked at myself in the mirror. I knew I was a guy in a dress but would anyone else? I packed her suitcase full of my guy clothes but it was when I carried the case towards the door that I realised that something as simple as even a suitcase might give the whole game away too. I reluctantly decided that I would carry just a small leather shoulder bag and that was about all. All my male clothing was going to have to stay behind too except a pair of shorts, socks and a T-shirt. I contemplated carrying a shopping bag but that too might draw attention. Then I realised it was more important to get clean away rather than get caught by Sam or his thugs. There was a weird feeling stepping outside dressed like that. A strange vulnerability that I?d never felt before. As I locked up my apartment door for the last time, I looked up to see that dusk was rapidly descending so I couldn?t delay leaving any longer. It had to be bright enough so that Sam?s thug would look at me and think I was just a dumb broad going home after cleaning or better yet that I was going out to work somewhere swank. ?So far so good,? I thought as I reached the sidewalk with my unfamiliar slip-on heels noisily clipping on the ridged concrete sidewalk. The small heels pinched my feet and the straps cut into my ankles but there was no stopping to do anything about it now. As I walked down the hill past Sam?s lookout, I had no clear idea where I was going but decided that it just made sense to get out of the area as fast as possible. Sam?s man looked over at me from his truck and then went back to reading his newspaper. So I just kept walking, thinking I was going to get stopped any second but as I reached the bottom of the drive and turned the corner I realised that I had made it. So far so good! ?Sam is going to be so pissed when he knows I?m gone,? I thought to myself only to stumble as I caught the toe on a raised drain cover. I found a seat on a park bench well off the road just in case I was spotted. I nursed my ankle and could see it swelling, and thought about hitching a ride out or if that wasn?t going to be possible maybe I could ride a freight train east. It had been a few years since I?d done it but there wasn?t any real option now. I had to leave town fast. So I started walking as fast as I my sore ankle could let me. I was struggling with the shoes and the swelling in my ankle when I was surprised as a car stopped and the window lowered. "Excuse me Ma?am I?m looking for the Bay View Hotel," he said staring at me, "can you direct me?" Oh God it was going to be obvious now that I was a guy in a dress when I replied. My voice would give me away. So I nursed my ankle hoping he?d drive off instead he got out of the car and walked towards me. "Are you OK Ma?am?" he asked. "Yes I?m fine just caught my heel on something," I whispered as quietly as possible. "Can I give you a lift to the hospital?" he asked again. In my guy clothes I wouldn?t have hesitated to accept an offer like that but now I obviously thought twice. "I?ll be OK," I said. "Really I will." "Do you know the Bay View Hotel? I have an urgent meeting there in 20 minutes and I can?t locate it," he said obviously sounding anxious. I knew the hotel all right and it was nearer the railroad yard so I agreed to show him the way in return for a lift there. "This is really sweet of you Ma?am," he said driving me towards the hotel. Once there I figured I could pick up a cab as walking any distance was now out of the question. The man introduced himself as Tom Clark and drove with only one goal on his mind and that thankfully wasn?t me. When he went to park his car, I slowly walked over to the cabs and quickly asked the first driver to take me to the freight yard however Tom was right behind me. "Thanks Ma?am please let me take care of the fare," he said generously handing me a $50 bill and his business card. I smiled at him and mouthed, "thank you." He smiled handing me his card, "thanks for your help, if you ever need help call me or if you reach Houston look me up. I really do like girls like you." "Thanks," I said in a deeper voice giving up any pretence of being a girl. "Enjoy your evening," he said walking away, "I have to rush." After he?d walked off, using my soft girly voice again, I gave the cab driver instructions to take me to the railroad yard. I was quite thankful that I could pay the fare. As I paid him and got ready to limp off he spoke, "be careful here Ma?am, there was a lady raped and murdered near here a few weeks ago." I remembered it had been on the news but it hadn?t registered with me as being any concern of mine. Now dressed as I was, I felt really vulnerable. "Thanks I?ll do that, my boyfriend should be here any minute," I whispered lying. As he drove away I decided to change into my shorts and T-shirt that was all that would fit in my small ladies shoulder bag, so I moved into the shadow of some storage buildings. I took off the heels but since speed was important I kept on my bra and panties. I headed over to the main line and saw that a freight train was sitting in a siding waiting to leave. I walked past the first few boxcars trying the doors and each was locked. The fifth opened and that surprised me. At the same time, up ahead I could hear the sound of three big locomotives roar into life and the car wheels suddenly jerked into motion at the same time as their horns sounded. The freight was leaving there and then and that made my mind up for me, so holding on to the door handle, I hauled myself onto the freight car. As the train picked up speed, I sat on the floor my legs dangling out the door. I looked out at the bright lights of the city sighing with relief that I wouldn?t see Sam again. "So long suckers, no one beats Micky." I shouted my voice lost on the wind made by the train. I settled down in the back of the truck enjoying the warm breeze coming in through the open doorway. I took off the bra gratefully as the thin straps had cut into my shoulders and carefully laid the water filled balloons down on the ground. Using the other clothes as a pillow, I promptly fell fast asleep. It was still dark when I awoke to eerie silence. The train had obviously stopped and I assumed that we?d stopped in some passing loop. I felt my stiff ankle and then rolled over fast asleep again. It was the birds singing outside that woke me up the second time; that and the fact that the train was still stopped. I levered myself up and looked outside carefully. At first I couldn?t believe my eyes, my freight car was parked up in a siding with three others inside some security fence of a small factory. I could have been 5 miles or 500 miles from my starting point. I didn?t have any idea where I might be. "Damn," I shouted and then looked out of the car unknowingly making the security guard smile as he looked up at me. He turned back to the main building but when he came out again I was staring at a ferocious guard dog and quickly obeyed the guard?s polite instructions to climb down. "Who are you?" he asked helping me down spying my smudged make-up and nail polish. "Some kind of new hobo?" "Just trying to get back home," I replied. "Well these empty cars won't be moving for a few days," he said eyeing me suspiciously. "I was wondering," I asked, "I was wondering if you could buy me a cup of coffee?" "Sure Ma?am," he said and then it dawned on me that although I was in shorts and a T shirt, I was still wearing make-up, had shaved legs, female hairstyle and had the belongings of a woman. Back in his office, he took out his silver Thermos and generously poured me a cup of hot strong black coffee. "So why are you running away dressed like that?" he asked as I sipped the strong hot liquid. "I lost everything in a card game," I said wrapping my painted hands around the cup and noting the gold coloured polish was still somehow immaculate. "I owed a lot of money to someone and my life was going to be very tough staying put in Vegas." "You?re very pretty," he said suddenly surprising me again. "You remind me of Ruth my late sister." "Thanks," I said feeling my cheeks redden. He could obviously see me as a guy I thought but I was soon to be disillusioned. "Are you one of those drag queens that play the bright lights?" he asked me next. "Oh you mean all this?" I asked him back gesturing to my face and hands. I must have looked a mess. "Yeah," he said putting his mug of coffee to his lips and sipping it. I emulated his action and quickly drained my cup. "I can get cleaned up if I can use the washroom," I asked hoping he would agree. "Oh no you look just fine," he replied. "Who is it that?s looking for you?" "Oh it's a guy I owe him 16 grand," I replied hoping for some sympathy. ?Who exactly?? "A guy called Sam Mitchell and he?ll be madder than hell knowing I?ve done a runner." "Yes I can imagine," he said sinking deeper into his control room chair to view all the monitors on the console. "My name?s Ralph by the way." Chapter 3 ? Sam goes looking for me The following was what I understood happened immediately after I did a runner from my old place. I was only to find out later that it wasn?t quite like that. "What did she look like?" Sam angrily asked his lookout when he discovered I was missing a few hours after I?d caught that eastbound freight train. "She wasn?t bad looking," he said lying. "In fact quite classy looking, nice dress, heels and good hair." "Well it?s not your fault Joe," said Sam tensing up. I knew he hated to be cheated and especially by someone like me who had made him look a fool. "Sam I?m sorry but I looked at her as she walked out of the apartment but there was nothing to indicate that she was your Micky," he said trying to keep on Sam?s good side. ?In fact she looked pretty good to me.? "Joe it wasn?t your fault, now get out of here," said Sam thumping the roof of the truck, "but just wait. You did pretty good now which way did she go?" "She was headed just where you thought she would go,? Joe replied correctly. "OK thanks buddy, you get home to your little lady," he said stuffing a couple of hundred dollar notes in Joe?s jacket pocket. "Go buy her something nice." As Sam strolled on down the road, he debated on whether it was worth getting even with me for the outstanding money I owed him. "Oh Micky yes it?s worth having your hide," he said out loud to himself as he walked, "no one makes a fool out of Sam Mitchell without some retribution. You can trust me about that!" Sam looked along the busy road and noted the direction, right towards the east. There was the park bench that I?d used briefly and he sat and smoked a cigar to collect his thoughts. ?Two ways to get anywhere from here,? he thought, ?a cab or someone gave Micky a lift. He didn?t have much money so from here, he would need to hide up somewhere or find some free transport out of here.' Sam decided to try all the Taxicab ranks within 5 miles of my last known sighting. After stopping a cab, he found that they only had two large Taxi ranks in the area. One at the Bay View just outside town and one at the local Mall. He made little progress until he slipped one driver $50. That driver told him that none of the drivers that might have carried me out of town were still working and he gave him some names and numbers he could try. After a couple of calls early the next morning Sam had his first breakthrough. "Are you sure? You took her where?" Sam asked the still sleepy driver. "Look man, I?ve got to start work in a couple of hours, phone me then OK," he replied annoyed that Sam?s call had disrupted his sleep. Sam persisted by inventing some sob story, "her mother is ill in hospital and I need to find that woman you took in a real big hurry." "I think it was the railroad yard on the East Side of town," said the driver who just wanted to roll over back asleep. "Are you sure?" asked Sam happily. "Yes I?m sure because I warned her about the area that I dropped her off wasn't safe for women," he replied. "Hell you were right to be concerned because she?s gone missing," said Sam trying to sound concerned, "thanks a lot and I?m sorry for disturbing you." Chapter 4 ? A hideout Inside the security room I was feeling quite hungry. I looked inside my purse hoping that it had suddenly filled up overnight with cash. Instead it was full of make-up, a tampon and some fake nails. "Ma?am I?m not going to take this matter any further," said Ralph the guard suddenly taking me by surprise, "I get off duty in an hour would you like a bite to eat? The next train won?t be along until later tonight." "I would love something to eat only I don?t have much money," I replied putting my purse back inside the bag. "Oh well if you make me some lunch, you could stay at my place for a while if you like. My sister Ruth died of cancer a couple of months ago and you could use her room if you want too," he said trying to make me less tense. I felt sorry for him that he'd lost his sister. ?Besides I sure could use some company around the house.? "Are you sure that?s OK?" I asked unsure. "It?s no problem, it?d sure be good to have someone to talk with over lunch," he said. I realised that he was lonely and when his shift was over we got in his brand new pickup. We drove to his house and it surprised me because it was quite a luxury home despite his low paying job. He helped me out of the car with my sore ankle and we went into the kitchen where he asked me to prepare a meal while he showered. On his return, I had two juicy burgers and French fries waiting but we ate in silence. After eating he showed me to his sister?s room. "They did everything they could to save her," he said looking quite sad, "she lost all her pretty hair through the chemotherapy treatment and she had to have some wigs made. In the end it just wasn?t enough." He lifted a wig from a styrofoam head and asked me, "do you mind if I try something?" I turned to face him and shook my head no. He surprised me by expertly putting the wig on my head. "Oh you really do remind me of my sister Ruthy like that, please wear it until you leave," he said and how could I refuse him after the kindness he?d just shown. "OK," I said simply, "but let me adjust it better." I looked in the mirror and removed the wig before brushing out my own longish hair flatter. The wig fitted perfectly and framed my face. I had a man?s squarish jaw but if you didn?t look too closely I could pass. As for looking like his sister Ruthy I wasn?t so sure about that. Maybe he was just deluding himself. "Well?" I asked him waiting for an answer as I turned to face him. "Very nice," he said, "do you really have to leave later?" "I really should," I smiled at his response, "Sam will be on my tail soon enough. I need to put some distance between me and him quickly. Where am I anyway?" ?About 50 miles east of Vegas,? he said not making me any happier. "I don?t think he could trace you here and you?re welcome to hide up for as long as you need," he said generously. ?Do you mean that?? I asked incredulously at the happy sound of that. "Yes in return you could cook and look after the house just like Ruthy did," he smiled. I could see that he was pleased with the prospect. I didn?t think that I?d have to stay around as a surrogate sister. So I figured that I would borrow some of his clothes and split when his back was turned but instead I said, "it does sound quite appealing and I could do with resting my sore ankle." "Let me look at that," he ordered suddenly interested and I sat down on Ruthy?s soft pink bed. I eased off the high-heeled sandal that was my only footwear as he went and retrieved a pressure bandage. "There now," he said pulling it on over my foot gently, "how does that feel?" He helped me back onto my feet after replacing the other sandal with a pair of soft female slippers. They had a wedge heel though thankfully not as high as the sandals. "It?s still sore," I lied, "but much better than before. Thanks." "Will you stay here?" he asked me looking slightly desperate. ?With me?? "Yes all right but please no funny business," I replied. "There will be none so long as you?re happy playing the part of my sister," he confessed. I thought about it some and it did make good sense to me. I?d used the ruse of playing a woman to escape Sam?s clutches already and if it had worked once before it could work again. The clincher that decided me was that if Sam did track me down then at least I wouldn?t look like the man who?d escaped owing him 16 big ones. I could see that Ralph looked happy enough when I agreed after a minute?s thought. "You really do look like my sister Ruthy you know," he said simply. "Well alright if you?re happy with that?" I asked. "Let?s just say that there is some mutual benefit in this for both of us," he said, "since you like to dress as a woman you can pick any of Ruthy?s stuff to wear. That?s my only condition really, that you dress and look like Ruthy did day and night." I gulped. This guy really was crazy. However when my ankle was better I would just get the hell out of there as fast as I could. ?OK,? I said, ?but promise me no funny business.? Chapter 5 - On the right tracks Meanwhile Sam had worked out what freight train I?d caught. He?d asked the freight dispatcher the times and destinations of all the trains from the freight yard. For $100, he?d easily obtained a full print out of all the train stops and movement details and was wading through each one. Two were possible, one eastbound and one westbound and since he knew I came from the east he looked at that one first. I went to bed that night wearing Ruthy?s frilly nightdress after having spent the whole day in some of her more masculine clothes. My acceptance that I dress like her and act like her had delighted Ralph though. After a few hours, he had even asked if I minded if he called me Ruthy instead of Micky. It was like he really wanted me to replace her and that somehow her return would appease some guilt he felt over her death. The next morning my ankle really felt much better so I showered and shaved and went downstairs to make some breakfast. Ralph wasn?t around and a note told me that he was working again at the factory but he?d be home for lunch. I wore his bathrobe all morning and then looked around the house admiring the expensive paintings, ornaments and furnishings. A look outside told me that it was secluded enough and should prove a good hideout from Sam and his boys. Besides I suddenly reasoned that I didn?t have much money and nowhere else real to go. I would probably have to live out on the streets for months until I got another job. So what if I had to wear a wig and a skirt, that seemed like a small price to pay for all this good living in a nice comfortable house. Then of course I didn?t need to be Ruthy all the time. When he was away at work, I could at least wear jeans and a T-shirt to relax and regroup my thoughts before becoming Ruthy for him. As I looked at all the money tied up in the house and fixtures, I thought that perhaps I could relieve him of some surplus funds in the next few weeks. Perhaps even enough to start a new life. After a few hours, I decided to tidy up the kitchen before going back to Ruthy?s room to put on a wig and her dress. I was disappointed that my ankle was still aching but I chose the most sensible flat-heeled shoes she had that went with a sundress. I deliberately left out the bra and decided that wasn't needed to fill my non-existent breasts. Exactly as he drove his pick-up into the drive and then ran into the house, I had his lunch ready on the table. Ordinarily that should have been a good thing to do but Ralph was agitated. "Ruthy I mean Micky that guy that was after you, what did he look like?" he asked looking at me nervously. "Well tall dark but balding with a thin tapered moustache and long side burns," I said and then already knowing the answer I asked, "why?" "Well a guy was in my office today asking about a woman who?d gone missing from the city and wondered if we?d seen her lately," he said looking increasingly worried. "What did you tell him?" I asked not expecting that Sam would ever find me even now. "I told him that we?d not seen any women snooping around but he was welcome to check in the freight cars," replied Ralph, "which he then did." I gulped for air like a fish stranded out of water. "Did he find anything?" I asked. "Yes he came back with something you?d left behind," Ralph said looking more and more worried. "What?" I asked feeling worse if that was possible "Two balloons filled with water, he was carrying them in each hand grinning from ear to ear," said Ralph. "Oh my God so he knows I?m here?" I asked but I already knew the answer. "It?s hard to say but he knows you didn?t catch another train," Ralph?s opinion didn?t help my mood. "Oh no," I said and I shivered despite the dry desert heat. "It gets worse," Ralph said, "he knows I was on duty when the train came in." "Does he suspect you might know about me?" I asked. "I don?t know but we?ll have to be careful I think," he said still clearly agitated. "I agree," I said feeling really frightened. Little did I know that Sam and his thug were already sitting outside Ralph?s house hatching a plot to see if I was inside. I sat at the vanity in my room and looked at my sad sunken eyes. It was only going to be a matter of time before Sam got his hands on me and he would get his way. The fact that he hadn?t let me go in peace was a clue that he wanted me to suffer some more. I went upstairs and looked out of the attic window carefully. I was shocked to see him looking through binoculars in my direction so I dived back into the shadows. Had he seen me? With a high wall around the house, the only way in was through the main gate and for that matter that was the only way out too. Short of taking up pole vaulting or digging a tunnel under the wall I was trapped. Then I thought about Ralph, he was caught up something that wasn?t really his fault. He?d been really sweet giving me a place to stay even if he was misguided enough to think that I could replace his dead sister. However he didn?t really need this shit heaped in his direction so I resigned myself to my fate. I?d decided I was going to have to take Sam?s punishment. Still in my sundress and wig I walked downstairs and stepped out the front door in clear view of Sam and his buddy. By the time Ralph knew what I'd done it was too late because Sam had already spotted me and quickly walked over the road towards me. "It was a good try Micky, you?ve cost me another grand tracing you but here you are all dressed up like a woman, so I guess you just want the tits to match the dress now!" "I don?t have the money and broken legs won?t help will they?" I replied trying to be sincere. "What about your security guard boyfriend, doesn't he have the 20 grand I need?" Sam asked. "Probably he does but it?s not his problem," I replied wishing that it was. Ralph spoke behind me, "I could get the money in a few days if that?s OK?" "The marker needs to be paid today," said Sam, "and since you don?t have it, Micky, you?d better come with me." "Can I at least say goodbye first?" I asked. "Sure you can Micky, but don?t take all day and don?t try anything," he said walking back to the gate to wait on me. I turned to face Ralph. "I have to go," I said tearfully. He was in tears too, "are they gonna kill you?" "No but they?re going to punish me," I said. "How?" "Oh just make my life a misery for the next year. The choice was broken legs or breast implants," I said trying to see the funny side. "I?ve decided that I?ll go the implant route, it?ll cost some money to get them out again but at least I won't have too much problems walking." "Are they?" he asked suddenly realising what I was saying, "are they really going to do that to you?" "Yes that was part of the deal when I wrote out that last IOU," I explained to him again. "That?s wonderful when you?ve had them done you can come back here and really be Ruthy with me," he said enthusiastically. "That might be so but I?m a guy called Micky remember?" I said wondering where Ralph got his crazy ideas. "A guy doesn?t go around with breasts Micky so say you?ll stay here as Ruthy my sister," he said pleading to me. "Ralph don?t get me wrong but the thought of being your sister isn?t what I want to do right now," I replied trying to be honest with him. "I would need to get my life back in order again." "Well let me persuade you, Ruthy left me a huge amount of money in trust and that'll be available in six months. I would give you that to make it worth your while," he said. "How much?" I asked curiously. "At the last count it was worth $750K," he said. "Right let me get this straight," I said trying to clear my head, "so for $750K you want me to come back here and live as your sister Ruthy complete with Sam?s breast implants?" I thought about that money. It could fund a huge gambling spree back in the city and I?d have the money to get the implants removed and to get on with my life again. "Yes," he said, "with you transformed it would be like having her back here again. You are just like her in looks." "Come on Micky," shouted Sam impatiently honking the horn in his car. "I?m just coming," I replied reluctantly but happier that there was an out. Then to Ralph, I said, "Ralph yes I like the idea but I have to say goodbye." "Ruthy I?ll follow you in the my pick-up and when you?ve had the operation you can come back here to recuperate. I?ve really enjoyed your company here, it really has been like having my sister back home again," he said as I started to walk towards Sam again. He was mad enough so that I believed him. "Don?t make me into something I?m not, I?m a guy remember," I said back to him. Trying a brave smile as much as I could. "That may be so but with breasts you?re going to find it tough," he said. "At least this way you?ll have somewhere to stay and I do need someone to look after this place while I?m out at work." "Ralph alright on condition that there's no funny business," I said firmly again, "I mean I won't have sex with you." "No good heavens no," he said sincerely. "Brothers and sisters don?t do that sort of thing." "OK then yes I?d like that," I said getting into the sedan beside Sam. The man I hated most in the world. My goal was to get revenge on him if it was the last thing I did. We drove back to the city with Ralph following us in his pickup at a respectable distance. Sam didn?t speak much. He would look at me and shake his head that I was actually going to have this done rather than receiving two broken legs. Perhaps he was tired after all his tracking me down but he did arrange to phone up some mobsters that he had me with him in his car. I tried not to listen as he spoke about me in less than glowing terms. We didn?t go back to his villa as I had expected but went straight to a plastic surgeon?s office. To cut a long story shorter. I was discharged a few days later and much to Sam?s glee I sported two rather hefty C cup saline implants sticking out obscenely from my ribs. However I hadn't counted on the little extras that had been done while I was under the knife. All the procedures hurt but the breasts stretching my tight skin over my skinny ribs really hurt like hell and stuck out despite the bandages they had been used to wrap them. Sam laughed hard and long as I emerged from the anaesthetic. "That?ll teach you to gamble like a man, maybe you should get a pussy too and then you?d be just like a woman," he shouted as he turned and went towards the door, "enjoy your year or is it your rear?" My face hurt too and when I touched it. I found it too was swathed in bandages. "What's been done to my face Sam? This wasn?t part of the debt," I said hearing my voice raspier than ever before. I picked up the small hand mirror beside my bed and saw that only my eyes, and mouth were visible in a sea of white bandages. Even my mouth was swollen too. "In God's name what have you done to me?" I asked him. "A lot by the looks of those bandages," Sam replied innocently. He looked strangely happy. "Sam I never agreed to this, what's been done and why?" "Well Micky you were always such a pushover but now I can see a new life for you as a shemale pussy," he said looking at me with utter contempt. "What do you mean?" "Well the implants, the facial surgery and the original debt amount to fifty gees, how do you think you'll find a way to repay that kind of money in a year?" he asked me. I was stunned. Short of winning the lottery there was no way I would ever pay that lot back again. "Fifty, you bastard," I said looking in the mirror my voice squeaking higher with shock. "Yes fifty and your new career awaits when you get better, my pal Joey has big plans for you." "Plans?" "Oh you know the escort business, I sold your debt to him and he paid for the operations to your tits, face and voice," he laughed. "Sam in God's name, you can't be serious," I said. "Take a look Micky it's already happened so it's serious. Joey will be over a little later to see you. I hear he wants to be the first to sample your wares as a shemale." "Jesus you are one sick?." I tried to say. "No Micky this was a business deal, you owed me $15K and Joey paid me $20K for your tail. Then you signed the operation consent forms didn?t you?" I remembered signing the three forms and wondered why there had been three forms but thought they were to protect them from lawsuits or something. Now I knew I had been suckered again. "So Sam you've got your money why not piss off and leave me alone?" I asked trying to fight back. "Oh yes I know I came out of this pretty well, I just wanted to gloat a little at your expense. When you get out of here, you'll never act like a man again. Looking like a babe is all that you'll be," he opened the door, turned and said, "so long Micky maybe you should have been a man and let me break your legs after all?" I wanted to throw something at him as he walked outside but as I picked the mirror to throw it I found it painful as I stretched and it fell limply onto the bed. I hated Sam for this and I hated myself too. I might be down but I wasn?t out and even if I looked like a girl, I was sure that I could use my intelligence to get out of this situation. I rang for a nurse and she helped to ease my pain by giving me some Demerol. I felt better instantly. In fact so good I dosed off to sleep with my hand located deep between my legs happy knowing that I still had my manhood. I wasn?t sure whether I would keep it that way. I was woken the next morning by a pretty nurse who was swabbing my arm. "Hi Michelle time for your HRT." "HRT? What's that?" I asked. "Don?t you remember, your hormone replacement therapy," said the nurse who slowly pierced my skin and injected the contents of the small slim syringe deep into my arm before I could stop her. "There you go that should start you off nicely." "What the hell was in that," I said as she folded my arm back at the elbow. "Some estrodiol and a T blocker," she said, "it was prescribed as part of your treatment here." "Never mind all that what do they do?" I asked alarmed. "Well they'll reduce your male sex drive and enhance your new female body characteristics." I freaked at that. That was the last thing I needed. "Nurse when can I leave here?" I demanded. "Oh in a few days Michelle after the Doctor signs your release form," she said adjusting my IV line. "Now lie back and relax." I lay back and noticed a big bunch of flowers. They were from Ralph and the note said. "Hope you are well Ruthy? love Ralph." I groaned. My chest hurt badly. Maybe he was still around and he was my ticket out of here however my thoughts were broken by the phone ringing. I moved up a little feeling every move in my tender chest and picked up the receiver. "Hi who's calling." "Hi Michelle it's Joey here, how are you feeling today?" "I feel like shit," I replied my voice shrill, "Otherwise I'm fine." "Well I?m told the pain goes away in a few days," he said. "I've taken the liberty of arranging a small apartment in the centre of town near where you?ll be working till you can pay me back." "Working? Working at what?" I asked but I knew what he meant. I still wanted it spelled out. "Oh didn?t Sam say? You will be joining the entertainment industry," he laughed, "Your new job will be to entertain men all night long so that you can pay me back what you owe and baby you do owe me a lot. $48K at the last count and you'll need to work hard to pay me back as interest is charged daily." "And if I refuse?" I asked. "Refusal isn't an option Michelle, I thought you would know that. If you don?t work the debts pile up and if they reach 100K then you end up dead." I gulped and swallowed hard, "look I need time to adjust to this, you can't expect me to suddenly be a female can you?" Joey wasn?t going to be reasonable though, "Michelle you are not going to be a female. My clients want a girl like you with a tiny little thing between your legs and if you act like a guy and look, sound, feel and dress like a girl then that's all that matters." "You are warped like Sam, I'm a normal guy for Pete's sake." I replied. "Well not anymore babe," he said. "See you tonight. I like to see all my new girls in hospital." I put the phone back down on the hook wincing at the pain from my new cleavage and pressed for more pain relief. It was quick at coming and I fell asleep. I was shaken awake a little later by a concerned looking Ralph. "What have they done to you Ruthy?" he asked concern written on his face. "It's not Ruthy it's Micky, it seems they?ve altered my face and voice besides my breasts to turn me into some shemale prostitute or something. Sam has sold me into prostitution and my pimp Joey is due to visit this evening," I replied. "Oh my goodness, I wont let that happen to you Ruthy," he said with some care in his voice, "Do you feel up to moving out of bed?" "I'm a little sore yet Ralph but I can take some painkillers before I go," I said realising that I needed to go completely healed or not. "Let me get a wheelchair and I'll get you out of here right now," he said and without any argument from me that's just what happened. "We need to get you disconnected from the IV tube and get the hell out of here." He expertly removed the tube from my arm and taped the wound closed. He quickly moved the chair beside my bed. "In case you're wondering I used to be a nurse so I know what to do to get you back to health." I was grateful as we went down the corridor and outside to his waiting pick-up truck. A glance in the massive side mirrors of the truck revealed that my face was still hidden by bandages and my chest was throbbing from the massive implants. Ralph helped me into the seat and I lay down feeling dizzy and light-headed. "Hang on in there Ruthy I'll soon have you home." "OK Ralph," I replied not caring about the wrong name anymore. He drove slowly back to his house with me lying moaning to myself as the pain medication wore off. A few times I moaned as he drove over some bumps in the road and he?d say, "sorry sis, or sorry Ruthy I?ll have you home soon." I continued to sleep fitfully and felt his big arms around me carrying me onto what turned out to be Ruthy?s soft bed. "Don?t worry Ruthy, this time I?ll save you and I won't let you go again," he said and then I slept again in her bed. When I woke the next day, not only had I slept around the clock, I felt bad, really bad all over. My jaw ached and so did the skin on my face and throat. Everything on my chest felt really tender, but the first thing I saw was Ralph staring into my eyes. "Did you sleep OK Ruthy?" he asked and it still felt really strange him calling me by that name. However I realised there wasn?t any point in making a fuss over it because he?d looked after me and I obviously needed him for a few days more. "Yes I slept fine, these sheets are really soft and warm," I said spreading my hand over them. I noticed that my nails were now long and dark red. "What the fuck is this?" I said holding them up. I stared at my hands and saw red talons that a hooker would be proud off. Long and obviously fake. "Don?t you like them Ruthy? I had Marlene come by this morning and she did them for you just like you used to have them done," he said smiling. "I told her to leave off your eyebrows and piercing your ears until you were feeling better. I hope that's OK? When your hair?s grown out some more she?ll take care of you like she did before." "Yes Ralph," was all I could say as I suddenly started to drift off to sleep again. I was still really tired and wondered what else would happen when I woke up. It turned out that he nursed me for two whole days and his little beauty treatment on my nails was designed to make me feel good as it used to do with Ruthy in her final stages of her cancer. However all it seemed to do was to make me feel clumsy and unable to do even the simplest of chores. If a pair of scissors had been available I would have chopped them off there and then to make me feel less helpless. There were times when I was lucid enough to ask him what had happened and had anyone come looking for me. He would always reply kindly and warmly that no one had looked for me at our house. I remember thinking that if they caught up with me they would surely complete the job down below or kill me and I was genuinely scared for that to happen. Then I would think about Ralph and his mistaken belief that he could replace his dead sister with me. After a few days bed rest I felt stronger and decided to get up and soon as I sat up I felt the uncomfortable weight pulling on my chest again. I put on a robe and tied it awkwardly around my waist with the clumsy nails and trying to peer over the two mounds that stuck out hiding my waist from view. The pressure on my tight skin seemed unbearable and had me thinking two broken legs might have been better. I walked unsteadily in my bare feet to the living room and decided some juice would be nice. When I got there, Ralph was busy cooking something. "Oh Ruthy it?s good to see you up at last but you should go back to bed dear," he said in his usual caring manner. "Ralph please quit calling me Ruthy, my name?s Micky OK," I said trying to make it clear that I wasn?t going to be some surrogate sister any longer. "Oh Ruthy you?re having delusions don?t you remember you?re my sister?" he asked obviously trying to unsettle me. For some reason he succeeded for I said, "OK Ralph maybe you are right, I'm going back to bed. As I went back to the bed I noticed my smooth hairless legs and my painted toe nails complete with a gold toe ring. "Ralph why the toe ring?" I asked turning back to him ignoring the red nail polish for some reason. I really wanted to scream at all these changes being forced on me without my permission and not being able to do much about it. "It?s yours Ruthy, don?t you remember I gave it to you for your birthday last year?" he asked. "Oh yes," I lied. "Look at the ring on your left hand do you see it matches?" "I feel faint can you help me back to bed," I cried looking at my hand and long nails that seemed to make my fingers really long. "Sure Ruthy," he said rushing to help me back to bed. I felt my head and the bandages that still cocooned my face. "What did they do to my face?" I asked. "Well that guy Sam called yesterday and asked if I?d seen you. It seems that they don?t know where you are. No one noticed you leaving the hospital with me so I think you can breathe slightly easier," Ralph said ignoring my question. "He explained that they did a lot to your face." "Like what? It hurt so much after it," I replied. "Sam said, voice surgery, your hairline lowered and your ears remodelled, finally your square jaw rounded off," he said as if he had memorised it all word for word. He didn?t sound too sorry for me though when he said it either. "Oh God no," I said. "Sam is really angry with you, because the guy who bought your debt wants his money back from him," said Ralph. "He told me you would never cross him again." "I bet he?s angry," I said trying to see some ulterior motive somewhere. When I was lying down I said, "I?m so hungry can I have something to eat?" "Yes Ruthy, I?ll be right back with some vegetable soup," he said scampering away back to the kitchen. I lay on the bed my head swimming at all the changes and the situation I was in. My options were to act as a shemale working for some pimp 12 hours a day trying to pay off some ever increasing debt or living here with a guy who thought I was his dead sister. The second choice wasn?t all that great but it was a heck of a lot better than the first one. When I finally ate some soup that he brought me to eat I was quite grateful. It was thin watery soup with only some small pieces of vegetables floating in it. However it was the first food I?d eaten in days and I almost drank it like water. "Any more?" I asked feeling tempted to lick the plate. Only my tongue hurt and my lips were still swollen. ?Why does my tongue hurt?? "That?s your new tongue piercing Ruthy. I had it done when you were sleeping it won?t hurt in a few days. I?ll make you your favourite salad," he said, "with the special dressing." ?Ralph you said there would be no funny business,? I tried to shout. ?You?ve pierced my tongue? For fuck?s sake why?? ?Yes just like Ruthy?s,? he said. ?You agreed to take her place remember?? ?Yes,? I agreed. I felt the barbell with my teeth and my tongue was swollen. I shrugged my shoulders and asked. "Ralph how about a steak or some pork chops?" "Oh dear you are such a silly girl you know that you?re a vegetarian," he said with all seriousness, "besides you've put on about 30 pounds, so you are on a strict diet and a salad is all you can have." I nodded my agreement vowing to raid the fridge first chance I had. After eating I lay on the bed and found something to read. That it was a female magazine didn?t seem to matter. It wasn?t until the following day that I felt strong enough to explore the house further. On the kitchen table, there was a note from Ralph that I quickly opened up. "Hi Ruthy, I?ll be gone until 1:00pm," I read his matter of fact note. "If you feel like making lunch then be my guest, you?ll find some vegan food in the icebox." Your brother Ralph PS Marlene said she would call round later." I crumpled the paper up and threw it in the pedal bin and hunted around for some food. It was all health food stuff; stuff I?d never normally eat. I found some cheese and a fresh loaf of bread and made a sandwich. The sight of my long red nails seemed grotesque on my hands. Before I could look for a pair of scissors to chop them off, the phone suddenly rang so I went towards it and was about to pick it up when the answer machine kicked in. "Hi baby, how are you doing?" It took me a second to figure out who it was. Then it clicked that it was my old hated enemy Sam. "I?m doing OK now, did you have to make these breasts so big and why the face job? That wasn?t part of the deal!" I whined. "I decided a C cup instead of a B would be in keeping with all the extra work and expense that I had in finding you baby. The face job will really keep you securely in your place," he said mocking me. "I?m not your baby Sam and I never will be," I replied. "We?ll see," he said, "I?ll drop by in a few months and see how you are so don?t have any ideas of taking them out." "What would you do then?" I shouted, "Remove my dick too?" "Hey that?s an idea," he said laughing. ?You whine just like a woman it?s uncanny.? "Sam just leave me alone," I pleaded. "By the way Micky, the face job wasn?t my idea, that was your cranky friend Ralph," he said stunning me. "Ralph?" "Yes it seems you remind him of his dead sister Ruth or something. You'd better be careful with him," he cautioned. "That's rich coming from you," I countered. "The guy who took me to the cleaners and then some." "Well don?t say I didn?t warn you, that guy Ralph is definitely screwy. " 'And you're not?' I wanted to say but in the end, I slammed the phone down shouting, "goodbye!" As I returned to look for some scissors to cut off my nails, a pretty blonde woman was standing in the kitchen looking at me. "Temper, temper," she said. ?I?m Marlene.? "Well he?s a jerk!" I said calming down slowly but my new nostrils were not flared as they should be, "it?s all his fault I?m here." "I can imagine and now you?ve become Ralph?s sister Ruthy. That?s not a bad achievement for a guy, is it? A nice pair of breasts, some facial surgery and Ralph has more plans for you darling," she said. "So I see, do you know where he keeps his scissors, I need these darn things off my fingers. I can't do a darn thing with these things on." I said waving my talons in her face. "Scissors wont cut them, you need special cutters to shorten them," she smiled, "besides I put them on you when you were sleeping. Don?t you like them?" "Oh God, if I have to do anything more with my hands like this I?ll scream," I said in frustration ignoring her question but replying to it all the same. "So scream," she said, "you?ll get used to them eventually. All my lady clients do." "I don?t want to get used to them," I moaned. "Let me show you something, you might not be aware off," she said taking my hand in hers and leading me back to Ruthy?s bedroom. "You see this room it?s an icon of femininity. Everything in here is feminine in taste and style; do you honestly think that you can remain here without some of that rubbing off on you? Ralph might be crazy but he wants you to replace his dead sister do you know why?" "I don?t know and I wish I'd never met him," I said honestly as she led me to a photographic album. "Tell me what you see?" She asked pointing to a picture of what I assumed was Ruthy. "I see a man dressed to look like a woman," I said, "that?s not me is it?" "Now look at this photo," she said handing me a picture of someone who looked a lot like me 5 years ago. "Who is that?" I asked her. "Now look at this one," she said showing me a photograph of a blonde haired woman who I presumed to be Ruthy. "Now do you see the connection?" she asked me looking right at me. "Oh God yes," I said. "I do see the connection. This can't be happening." "I hate to tell you but it has already happened, sit here while I undo your dressings and clean your suture lines," said Marlene. Seeing me draw back she added, "It's OK I'm a trained nurse. That?s how I met Ralph when I was nursing your predecessor.? Reassured I sat down and faced the vanity, as the bandages were slowly unwound from my face. My first impression was of swelling and dark bruising all over my face. I looked grotesque and said so. "That's OK Ruthy in a few weeks you'll look good as new," she said wiping the thin stitched wound areas with some cleansing antiseptic lotion. "I can't believe this, why did Sam say that Ralph paid for my face too?" "Oh yes that was Ralph's idea," confirmed Marlene. "He paid for the facial surgery and when you've healed you find out then." "The bastard so he did it, not some pimp in Vegas? So he wanted me to have a woman's face and body is that his idea?" "How did you guess?" laughed Marlene, "Ralph is really taken with you." ?So he used the ruse about being some shemale hooker to get me here?? ?Yes well it was the lesser of two evils,? she replied. She finished up putting on some smaller dressings and excused herself saying that she had other people to visit. She'd be back in a few days to check on progress but to give her a call if there were any problems. I looked at my battered and bruised features in the mirror for the next hour or so trying to imagine what I would look like when I?d healed. It was surreal and like a bad dream and I was woken out of it when I heard Ralph's pickup door close outside. "Why did you do this to my face?" I demanded immediately as he came into the house. I was angry and it showed as I flung a vase in his general direction. He looked shocked but I wasn?t finishing my outrage at what had happened. "You've done something without my consent and I demand an explanation why," I shouted as loud as my new higher voice would allow. "Ruthy calm down, I just gave you what you wanted remember?" "No I don?t remember," I said, "I never fucking wanted these either and all this fucking work on my face was your crazy idea not mine." "I hate to disagree, but you signed for it at the hospital before you went in for your implants don?t you remember?" he asked hopefully again. "Ralph I only signed for these implants because the alternative was two broken legs, I never wanted this face surgery too," I replied as he took out a piece of paper and he passed it to me at arms length. "Is that your signature?" he asked and I nodded that it was Micky Jones as I usually signed my name. I read the paper and could see that my signature was at the bottom of a facial cosmetic surgery consent form. "You bas?." I tried to say. Ralph interjected with a, "Ruthy, a lady never uses bad language." "This one bloody does," I replied seething with rage. "This was the