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Altered Fates: Stabbed In The Back By: Regina Lawson I may have been selfish; in fact, I was selfish, I knew it. I wanted so much to make some sort of difference in the world that I overrode my wife?s objections and took the diplomatic position offered to me anyhow. I was to take up a minor position at our embassy in Panama which was responsible for American tourism, but that put me in touch with intelligence assets in the Central American region. My name is Stuart Barnes and my wife is called Joanna. We had just been settling in our new home, and she was evidently getting used to the more upscale lifestyle being my wife, and she seemed terrified to go to Panama. All of her friends had told her horror stories about kidnappings and torture, and she wanted nothing to do with it at all. I promised her that we would live in a comfortable home in Panama City where she could have all the comforts of home, and I think that mollified here enough to get her agreement. Joanna was thirty years old and had come from poor working class parents who had beaten and abused her until she ran away from home when she was sixteen. I met her three years ago working at Brown Palace Hotel in Denver. She was ambitious and she was smart, and she certainly was good looking, and she had parlayed those attributes into a managerial position at the hotel, and had worked her way up from the cleaning staff. What she didn?t know then, was that she would never rise higher than she was then. Her lack of education and her woeful working class accent, suffused as it was with four letter adjectives that are generally considered low class and profane, kept her from scaling the corporate heights like she wanted. Then again, maybe she did realize it, because when I expressed interest in her and started dating her, and finally asked her to marry me, she wasted little time in leaving her chosen profession behind and becoming my wife. Oh, she was a treasure all right. She was tall with classically Nordic looks; her long blonde hair wasn?t the whitish kind that looked like it came out of a bottle, but was the golden kind that seemed so at home in the blinding light of day. There was many a time when I, catching a glimpse of my wife, lit up by the morning light, was overwhelmed by the sheer angelic quality of her looks and the way the sunlight made her hair look like a halo. Perhaps I am overstating her looks; I, of course, am in love with her, but her overall appearance left many men who saw her breathless, and jealous of her attentions to me. She was 5?8", about 120lbs, and she had firm full breasts that I found once we were married, to be a D-cup. There was many a night that I went sleepless, my head between her legs, or my lips attached to her tits, or my cock imbedded in her pussy. We just couldn?t seem to get enough of each other. Sometimes I wondered what attracted her to me. I too had come from a working class family, but my parents, now deceased some ten years, imbued me with a strong work ethic and made sure I was properly educated. I wasn?t any great looker, but I feel like I have a certain rough masculine charm. I have non-descript brown hair that I wear longer than what is stylish, I have dark brown eyes, and I stand about six foot three in my stocking feet. Usually I have to watch my weight, and though I am now at 200lbs, sometimes I have ballooned up to 225lbs. After college I joined the military and my gift for analytical thinking landed me quickly into military intelligence. When I left the service I worked a brief time for the CIA, as an intelligence analyst in the American section that included Mexico and Central America. The things I learned there helped me land a job with a Dot com start-up that specialized in Central American commodities. After a few years of that, I was deemed a rising star in the corporation, but I kept thinking about what I had left behind at the CIA. True, I hadn?t liked a lot of the ?spook? stuff that went on, and I certainly didn?t like some of the shady dealings the agency had to do in the name of National Security, but I needed to be back in the game, especially after 9/11. I just wanted to contribute somehow, so when I was offered this ?diplomatic? position, I jumped at the chance. ----------------------------------------------------------- Joanna and I had settled rather nicely into the slower paced lifestyle that is common among Latin American countries. The heat and humidity sometimes were tough to deal with, and we constantly had to be on alert and take the proper preventative measures for all the tropical diseases like malaria, but we managed to enjoy ourselves and establish some social ties in the community. Joanna was involved with a women?s bridge league that she didn?t seem to enjoy but she attended anyway, and she made sure she exercised regularly down at the local spa. I wish I could have spent more time doing that myself, I certainly needed a tone up, but I was busy learning the ropes of the new job and was often in the field. It was six months after we had come to Panama that we were invited to a party celebrating an engagement by one of my colleagues, and we were on our way home from the festivities that had left me more than a little inebriated, when our cars progress was stopped on a back road by a fallen tree. When I went to remove it, I was surrounded by four men holding what appeared to be AK-47?s. They hustled us into a waiting van, with me protesting the whole time to let Joanna go. All my protests managed to do was to annoy them enough for them to whack my head with a rifle butt. Now I know I was trained by the military and the intelligence community, but I was not going to take any action when my wife was in any danger of getting hurt. Besides, I knew from long experience that these types of kidnappings usually were short term and were considered strictly a business proposition by the guerrillas. At least I assumed these were guerrillas; sometimes it was hard to tell the players in Panama without a scorecard. These could just as easily be drug runners, petty criminals, or some combination of all concerned. I whispered for Joanna to stay quiet and let me do the talking and she nodded her acceptance in the pale light of the van?s interior. After spending a few days in a closely guarded room, in what appeared to be a warehouse on the docks, we had still not been apprised of the reason for our kidnapping or the progress or lack, of negotiations. We had been fed, and kept in the dark, literally, but we were not harmed in any way, nor did they talk to us at all. Joanna seemed to be taking it all in stride, which truly amazed me, considering her paranoia before coming here, but I was more on edge, looking for an opening, hoping for repatriation. On our seventh day we were escorted to an office not far from our holding room, and there we finally met our captor, Reynaldo Escobar. I knew him on sight. I and most of the law enforcement agencies in this country had been after him for well nigh onto fifteen years. I was a little frightened now, because Escobar did not show himself to just anybody. It could only mean that we were to be eliminated. "Come in Mr. Barnes. You too, Mrs. Barnes. It is a pleasure to meet the both of you. Would you like something to drink? Some wine perhaps?" He stated, smiling all the while. I was even more uneasy seeing that wide oily smile. I pulled out a chair for Joanna and took one beside her for myself. "Certainly," I replied, "Something cold and wet would be greatly appreciated." "Of course." Escobar turned and gestured to one of the guards and he disappeared down the hall only to return two minutes later with a pitcher of Sangria and a tray with three ice filled glasses. "Is this to your liking?" "Yes, thank you," we both stated at the same time. We sat that way for a few minutes, sipping on our drinks and trying to figure out what exactly Escobar was going to do with us. He had a pensive look to his face that belied the still prevalent smile. He held his hands in front of him, his palms facing each other, and his fingers flexing against each other. "What am I to do with you? We didn?t mean to capture you two, it was a mistake that I would just as soon be rid of, but I do not want to risk bringing down the wrath of the American government on me any more than it is already. I was just going to kill you, but I knew that would achieve the same reaction by your government, so I have come up with an alternate plan. You can go Mr. Barnes." I was stunned. "What, we can leave right now?" "No, not your wife, just you." "WHAT! I CAN?T DO THAT. WHAT KIND OF MAN DO YOU THINK I AM?" "Ah, spoken like a true husband in love, but nevertheless, you will leave and she will stay with me for an entire year. You will leave Panama and go back to the States, while your wife," he turned his attention to Joanna and leered, "will stay here with me and do whatever I want. If you both do what I say, I will spare both of your lives. As you probably know, I could kill you at almost any time, even back in the states." I was beside myself. I couldn?t let him do whatever he was planning to do to Joanna. I looked over at her expecting to see her distraught and frantic, but she instead seemed to be calm and accepting. She must be in shock, I thought, that must be it. "I can?t let you do that. Surely we can work out something else. Take me instead and set her free. I?ll do whatever you ask, just let her go," I pleaded. Escobar looked us over from his place behind the desk, "You know what I want to do with your wife, and I can?t do those things with you. As you Americans say, ?I don?t swing that way.? "Please," I begged him, "I?ll do anything." I looked around at the other guards, "Don?t let him do this to her, take me instead." Escobar seemed to be moved by my entreaties. His face grew more sympathetic and his eyes narrowed as if in thought. After an interminable period of time that had me breathless, waiting for the ax to drop, Escobar turned his sight back to me, looking me deep in the eyes. "You say you will take your wife?s place. Will you do anything I ask, as long as I don?t hurt you?" "I swear I?ll do anything that you ask, just please, let my wife go!" "All right Mr. Barnes, you shall have your wish." I was elated then for Joanna, though I had misgivings about what I would be required to do. I had been schooled in methods to resist torture, and what might happen to me if I were ever caught by the enemy, so I felt I was well prepared to deal with anything that Escobar could throw at me. Escobar withdrew a nasty looking automatic pistol from his desk drawer and pointed it at Joanna, and then he ordered the guards to leave the room and shut the door. When they had left Escobar ordered us both to strip. I protested again, but he reminded me that I had agreed to abide by whatever he asked, and he assured me that he would not harm Joanna unless I made a move to escape. After we had both removed our clothes, and stood before him nude and shivering, Escobar tossed a medallion over to me which I caught. "Place that around your wife?s neck, and give her one last kiss before she leaves." I was confused by what Escobar had ordered but I obeyed nonetheless, stepping over to Joanna, placing the medallion over her head, and taking her in my arms and kissing her with all the passion that I could under the circumstances. When I did I immediately felt a strange tingling that spread through my whole body. When I looked at Joanna, she seemed to be experiencing the same thing. After a minute, the feeling seemed to dissipate, and we turned back to Escobar waiting for further instructions. Escobar just stood there, gun pointed vaguely at Joanna, while his leering eyes flitted from her to me. After he told us to be quiet and look straight ahead, he remained standing there, seemingly lost in his thoughts, examining each one of us closely with his eyes. I didn?t like the way he was looking at Joanna, and I was afraid that he would renege on his deal, or would use her sexually while she was under his control. His eyes seemed to get this faraway look of lust, and I could see growing evidence of that lust as a bulge began pushing out the front of his pants. We stood that way for what seemed like hours, but was probably only thirty minutes, and in that time the strangest change seemed to occur in Escobar?s attitude toward Joanna. About half way through he began to rapidly move his vision from one to the other of us, but soon he seemed to grow bored with watching Joanna, and began to watch me closer instead. Now I expected that he would consider me a threat, but I was not expecting the looks that he was giving me now. He looked from my face to my chest to my crotch and to my legs, and all the while his eyes held that same faraway look that he had when he was looking at Joanna. I was beginning to wonder if he was really a homosexual irregardless of his protestations to the contrary. When he finally spoke I was relieved to finally have him break the silence. "Mr. Barnes, you have now taken your wife?s place and she may get dressed and leave and one of my men will escort her back to your house." "Thank you, "I replied, but the words seemed too high and too melodious. "I think something?s wrong with my voice." As I said those words I began to get a really bad feeling, and I began getting unusual sensations from my chest area. When I looked down at it, instead of seeing the hairy, flat, muscular chest that I had had since I was eighteen years old, I saw what looked like two female breasts sticking out with nipples erect and proud topping them off. I tried to scream, but my breath was caught short, and instead my legs began to crumple under me. From somewhere large hands grabbed me and held me up. When I looked up at the large man who had helped me I gasped in further surprise when I saw my own face looking down at me. If I was a woman, then who was this person who looked like me? He said to me softly, "Steady Stu, let?s get some clothes on you." I was beyond words. This man could only be Joanna, in my body, and that would mean that the female body I was now in, was then, Joanna. I turned to Escobar, pushing Joanna away and holding myself up with the aid of her shoulder. "How...how...how, "I stuttered, "how did you do this?" Escobar smiled brightly and explained, "That medallion you both touched is called the Medallion of Zulo. It has the great magical power to transform people into each other when they touch it together." I scoffed, "There is no such thing as magic." "On the contrary," he replied, "There is, and you both are living proof." I opened my mouth to refute his argument, but when I looked down at myself I realized it was futile. He looked at me while he spoke, "Mr. Barnes, I have great respect for you, both professionally and as a man who would protect his woman, but from now on you are Joanna Barnes and your wife is now Stuart Barnes. You are his wife and he is now your husband." He looked over to Joanna in my male body, "you may now kiss the bride," he joked. I didn?t care for the joke and I frowned while he laughed at his own witticism. "Get your clothes on now, both of you," he ordered, and we both set to work. I was dumbfounded by the ordeal of putting on Joanna?s lingerie and her dress, though she didn?t seem to have any trouble at all with my male suit. When she was done she looked every inch like I would, give or take a week in the clothes without cleaning, and I expected I now looked just like her. "This is the last time I will address you with your real names. Mr. Barnes, you will stay here with me and your wife will leave under guard and will be escorted back to your house." He then looked over at my wife. "You Mrs. Barnes will be expected to stay for one week here in Panama to gather up the loose ends then you will return to the states. In one year your husband will be let go. Go now!" he ordered. Joanna in my male body walked out the door with only a slight backward look and smiles and followed the guard, leaving me alone, in her body, and in her clothes, with Escobar. The rest of that day was a whirlwind, as I was led from one hideout to another until I was dead on my feet and one of the guards or Escobar began carrying me. I don?t know where we ended up, but it certainly wasn?t in the city anymore. I could hear surf nearby, and a sea breeze helped to brush away the overwhelming oppression of jungle humidity. I had no sooner been escorted to a room and locked in than I collapsed on a bed and was out like a light. ----------------------------------------------------------- I awakened to the sound of the door being opened, a woman carrying a tray entered. She placed the tray on a table next to my bed and gestured for me to eat. While I was eating Escobar entered the room. "Ah, I see you are up. Finish your breakfast, get dressed," he gestured towards a closet," and join me on the verandah. Please don?t try to escape. Remember, we can still kill your wife." He left and I wolfed down the food not even really paying attention to what it was I ate. When I was done I entered the adjoining bathroom and took a quick shower. Well, it was supposed to be a quick shower, but I became sidetracked with inspecting my new body. As the husband to this body I was intimately acquainted with this body in ways that Joanna never could be, but now I had a whole new perspective. Grasping the breasts and fingering my vagina was totally different that doing the same things from my male body. Everywhere I touched seemed to be so sensitive that I seemed like one whole erogenous zone. No wonder Joanna like foreplay so much. When you could have these feelings emanate from every part of your body you would want the chance to experience it all, with the one you loved. Often, I was just too tired, too caught up in work, or just too selfish to attend to the needs of Joanna. Now I realized that I had been a fool. Nothing meant as much to me as Joanna, and nothing gave me a kick as much as seeing Joanna gasping with pleasure under my touch. Christ, what an asshole I was. What a dick I was. I giggled at that thought. I wasn?t a dick anymore. I was a pussy, a cunt, and that brought me up short when I thought about what Escobar was going to do with me. I had agreed to do anything he asked, and I was afraid that I was going to do it all. I got dressed in some satin panties and a silk wraparound dress that seemed light enough for this humid climate. After brushing my long blonde hair and putting on some sandals, I left the room and searched out the verandah. I found Escobar seated in a wicker chair looking out over the ocean. "Ahem," I coughed, "You wanted to see me?" "Yes, sit here," and he gestured to the chair next to him. I sat down, and slipped one smooth leg over the other in a classic feminine posture, which bothered me immensely. Escobar looked uncomfortable for a minute as he seemed to be gathering his thoughts. "I know you?re wondering what I will want of you. I want you to know that I find you incredibly attractive, and I would like nothing better than to take you to my room and make love to you all day, but I cannot do that. I have followed your career the last few years and you have been on my trail many times. I respect your intelligence, your courage and your integrity. That?s why I will not force myself on you. You will be a working guest in my house for the next year, acting as my hostess and advising me when I ask for your help. Don?t worry, I will not ask you to do anything illegal, or anything that would hurt your country. I would just like your companionship." I sat there unbelieving. "I don?t believe you. You?ll want to fuck me." "I will want to, and I do now, but I will not. If I want a woman there are many women I can have, but in my position there are few women I can trust or who have the education and background to be my companion. Please, believe me; I will not force myself on you. I will treat you well, while you live here, and in return I expect you to obey all my commands without hesitation. I will expect you to look your best at all times and I will provide all that you will need. If I promise to treat you well, will you promise not to try and escape?" I looked at him, both relieved and confused, but I was not going to look this particular gift horse in the mouth. "I promise, but what about my government, once Joanna tells them about me they will be out looking for me no matter what she says to them." Escobar?s face got this sly look to it, and a little smile flitted across his features. "Don?t worry about it; I?ll take care of it. Now, go inside and Juanita, the maid, will attend to you and make you look your most beautiful. She will show you where all your clothes are, and how to fix your hair and apply cosmetics. She will be your advisor on your female presentation and I expect you to learn all that she tells you. Is that understood?" I looked him in the eye briefly, but shied away under his gaze, "Yes, I understand." I stood up to leave, but he caught my arm. "I?m glad you?re here with me. Go and get pretty, we will have guests this evening." ----------------------------------------------------------- The day went quickly, and under Juanita?s tutelage I managed to learn all the things that a woman my apparent age should know. By the time of the evening meal my eyes were bloodshot from poking them with eyelash curlers and mascara brushes, and my feet were aching and sore from walking in various high heels. It was not easy being a woman, and my respect for the gender was rising by the second, so it was a very sore, but strangely enough, proud beautiful woman that joined Escobar and another man at the dinner table. Seated next to the other man was a small Latino woman sporting a shiner and casting hateful glances at her companion. "Joanna," Escobar announced, "this is my right hand man, and my second in command, Luis Rivera and his wife Rosa." I accepted Luis? bow and a nod from Rosa and went to sit at the table but was surprised when Escobar pulled out a seat for me. Taken aback, I recovered quickly and let him move the seat back against my legs and I sat while smoothing my dress under me as Juanita had taught me. When Escobar returned to his seat he was all smiles, but when he resumed his conversation with Luis, I noticed a tension in him, like he was going to spring at any minute. I was left to converse with Rosa, and even though her English was poor, and my Spanish only slightly better, we managed to have a lively chat about the weather, men, food, dresses, men, husbands, children, and of course, men. Every time I looked Escobar?s way and met his glance I saw an approving look that encouraged me and helped satisfy me that Escobar was as good as his word, that he would not molest me. The meal was great and the after dinner drinks helped to take us through the evening until dusk. Before we were to retire for the night, Juanita brought us four more glasses; two pink cut glasses and two blue. She hand the pink glasses to Luis and Rosa and the blue to Escobar and myself. Each contained what appeared to be champagne. Escobar lightly rang his glass with a spoon, "A Toast! To our new endeavor and to these lovely women." When he said the last he looked right at me, and believe it or not, I blushed. We all clinked our glasses and drank our champagne down. After finishing the drinks we began to make our way to our respective bedrooms. Luis and Rosa both seemed to be having particular difficulty making it to their rooms. It was only with Juanita?s and my support that we managed to get to their room before they passed out. This perplexed me because they drank all that I and Escobar drank, and we were not nearly as wiped out. I went to my room with Juanita accompanying me. Now I was to learn the nighttime regimen for women, so it was some two hours later that I laid down on my bed prepared to sleep. I was no sooner in my bed than I realized I hadn?t taken care of my most basic need, so hurrying to the bathroom, I sat on the toilet and unclenched the muscles holding my water in. After I wiped and rearranged my nightgown, I turned off the bathroom light and went to get back in bed, but I heard a noise outside my room, like the moan of a man. I opened my door and peered out into the dimly lit hall just in time to see Escobar dragging the body of Luis out the far door. Hurrying behind him and keeping quiet I followed him out the door and across the wide well trimmed yard to a stout metal shed that looked almost like a small garage. When I peaked in the door I saw Escobar placing Luis in what looked to be a jail cell and on the floor beside him was the body of Rosa. They were no sooner situated next to each other, than Escobar retrieved a satchel from a hiding place and pulled out the medallion. Oh Christ, the hated medallion. I was momentarily alarmed that he planned to reuse it on me, but he leaned over the figure of Rosa and taking the shirt off his own back touched the medallion and the shirt to Rosa using a pair of tongs. After doing that, Escobar retrieved a dress that I had worn earlier, out of a bag outside the cell, and repeated the process with that dress and the medallion on Luis. When done, Escobar placed the medallion back in the satchel and just stood there watching, much like he had when I was transformed. Was I to see a transformation? Minutes later I began to see the results of Escobar?s work. Luis began to shrink and his hair began growing. His mustache disappeared and two large bumps appeared underneath his night shirt. At the same time, Rosa was growing larger. Her hair shortened, her breasts shrank, her shoulders widened, and her muscles bulged. I knew the medallion worked because of the way I was, but it was another thing all together to watch it happen. A short time later the changes were almost done and Rosa had been transformed into the likeness of Escobar and Luis had been transformed into the likeness of me, I mean, Joanna. When the changes were done Escobar took out a syringe and injected something into the throat of the new Escobar. When I saw him cleaning up the syringe I hightailed it back to the house and hurriedly got back into bed. I lay there trying to get to sleep for a long while endeavoring to make sense of what I had seen and wondering what was going to happen to me. ----------------------------------------------------------- The next day I joined Escobar for breakfast on the verandah and asked politely if Rosa and Luis were going to join us. Escobar studied me, smiling, and replied, "You know they won?t be here, you saw the whole thing last night. Don?t worry; last night had only to do with them. You see Luis has been using his power to supersede me and take over, and has been abusing Rosa. You saw the results of that abuse last night. Rosa, on the other hand, was helping her husband betray me. I could not let either one go on as they were." I was aghast. "What do you have planned for them?" "Well, I think we can see the first fruits of my plans pretty soon." He no sooner said that than I heard a loud female scream coming from the metal shed. Escobar motioned for me to follow and we discreetly snuck up to the shed and peaked inside. I saw the new Rosa trying to hurry her new female clothes on while screaming at the man on the other side of the jail cell. The new Escobar was seemingly trying to talk, but nothing but grunts were coming out of his throat. "What have you done to me, Escobar, I always did what you told me to?" When her Escobar didn?t answer except with grunts she surmised he was having some problems. "Are you really Escobar? I?m not a woman, if you are, I?m really Luis. Those women must have tricked us." When she had identified herself to the one who had been Rosa, the new Escobar looked at himself and suddenly realized what he had become. As he approached the new Joanna, he saw that he towered over the new girl, and a cruel smile came suddenly to his lips. The new Joanna saw the smile and realized its importance to him, backing away as far as he could from the advancing male. Backing as far as she could, the man stood in front of her and reached out and with one massive fast tug, ripped the dress right off the new female?s body. The new Joanna cowered before this display of strength and anger and began pleading to the male reaching out for her. The male would have none of it, and when the new Joanna began striking him, he struck back with the back of his hand across her face, and she fell to the floor stunned by the blow. When the man leaned over her, she tried kicking out with her foot at his vulnerable crotch, but she was only half successful as it seemed to momentarily stop him. Once he recovered, he returned to her with renewed anger. This time he protected himself and began raining fists down on her as she lay on the floor. The new Joanna was a mass of welts and bruises and blood seeped from her mouth, but she was still dimly aware that the man was kneeling down to her and was now naked. When he pried her legs apart she could do nothing but acquiesce, but became frantic with fear when she saw the erect penis of the man, and he lining it up to enter her new vagina. There was nothing she could do as he grabbed her arms, taking them in one hand, and holding them above her head as she lay unresisting on the floor. Soon he was inside her and moving in and out and the woman had this look of abject terror on her face that soon turned to a more wanton gaze as she succumbed to the rhythm of her female body and began to enjoy the man?s usage of her body. A few minutes later both the new man and the new woman were locked in an age old embrace and each were screaming out their love and lust for the other. Well, I should say, she screamed, and he still grunted, but I could tell they were both approaching orgasm when their cries became higher, faster, and more desperate. I turned away before they finished, and though I was horrified by what I had seen, I found that I had become aroused. I looked back at Escobar still watching the show, and hurried back to my room to change and shower. When I got there I was breathless but it wasn?t from the running. When I stripped off my dress, bra, and panties, I saw my erect nipples, and felt my wet vagina as evidence of my excitement. I didn?t know what horrified me more, the violence of the encounter, or my fantasy of being the female under the rutting, violent male. Every time I thought of him pounding again and again into the helpless woman I put myself in her place and found myself aroused all over again. Even under the cold water of the shower, I could not dispel the images that threatened to take my sanity, or cool my body down. There was nothing to do but go with the flow. My pussy demanded attention so I pushed my hand hard up against it and began moving a finger along my now familiar crease. In seconds I was lurching and moaning, and my back was arching, and my whole inside seemed to explode in sensations. Part of it felt painful as my body spasmed, but as the chain lightning ripped through my body I knew only pure unadulterated pleasure. When I regained some semblance of consciousness, I wondered how I had gotten onto the floor of the shower and how I had kept from drowning in the heavy cold spray that rained down almost into my upturned mouth. I was shivering, and I couldn?t tell if it was because the aftershock of my orgasms or because of the frigid shower. Anyhow, I quickly redialed the heat up and was soon restored to normal temperature. I dried off, combed out my hair and went back into my room looking for a new dress. Sitting on my bed was Escobar with a smug look on his face. Though I was naked and more than a bit nervous having him sitting there, a thought had occurred to me and anger pushed it all aside. "Why did you give Luis my Joanna?s body? Was that your fantasy, to watch yourself beating up and raping me?" Escobar seemed truly shocked. "I?m sorry, I should have thought of that. No, I didn?t mean it that way. Those two were put in those bodies for another purpose all together." "What purpose could that possibly be?" "Right now, those two are being transported back to the mainland where they will be shot and dumped near a police station. When the authorities identify the bodies, they will find Reynaldo Escobar and the woman he kidnapped, Joanna Barnes, wife of the American diplomat, Stuart Barnes." His words struck me like a tornado. His plan was to furnish the authorities with the bodies they needed to wrap up their kidnapping case. Escobar managed to kill four birds with one stone, so to speak, by killing off his two traitors and making it look like he and I were now dead. No one would continue searching for me now, not even Joanna. She would take what had been her body back to the states for burial and I would be left here to fend for myself. I felt defeated, and it was with a thoroughly downtrodden heart that I asked, "So, what is to become of me, now that I am officially dead. Am I to stay here, forever your prisoner?" Escobar?s face saddened, "No, our original deal continues. I know this will shock your wife when she thinks that she is dead, but I had to do it to get the police off my back. You may leave after one year just like I promised." I didn?t know if I could believe him or not. His words sounded sincere, but his action had affected me in ways he could not imagine. To the world I was as good as dead. Not only was I in the wrong body, but my wife, in my body, now would be thinking there was no possible hope she could ever get her own body back. In addition, I would be officially dead with no I D?s and no passport to get me home. I turned away, tears running down my face, knowing that my old life was over and thinking that it might be better if I was dead. When Escobar tried to stop me, I pushed his arms aside and ran sobbing to my room. Soon darkness came and with it, welcome sleep. ----------------------------------------------------------- When I woke up the weight was still there on my heart, feeling for the entire world as if the hand of God was squeezing it as his other hand covered my screaming mouth. There were no more tears this morning, only the feeling that I was Sisyphus, doomed to pay for my sins from now through eternity. I went through the motions that morning, brushing my hair, applying my make-up, and dressing as if I were an automaton. Life had left me and there was only this empty shell behind. A thought occurred to me, ?Maybe I could be so despicable to Escobar that he would kill me, too.? When I joined him at the dinner table I didn?t even acknowledge his greeting and when he tried to make conversation, I gave him a hate filled stare that froze his words in his mouth. I could see him trying to control his anger, but each time I spurned his entreaties and insulted his manners, I could see his reserve dissolving and knew my plan would soon come to fruition. "You said when you came here that if I treated you well that you would obey me. Are you not a man of your word?" He yelled at me. "It was you who broke your word. What could be more harmful than seeing your own self being raped and then telling me that I was thought to be dead by everyone that I love." "What do you mean? Everyone will think Joanna is dead, not you. Stuart is still alive." I had no answer for him. Indeed, my body was still alive, but the other half of our marriage was now irretrievably lost, and there was only room for one. "But how can I ever go back now, to everyone I?m Joanna, and Joanna is now dead." Escobar grabbed me by my shoulder and turned me to face him, "I told you I would take care of you and I will. I?m sorry if my actions have caused you sorrow, but they had to be done and I will not continue apologizing to you for the next year. If you hold up your end of the bargain I will help you when the time comes for you to leave." His words were strong but there was a hint of something like longing hidden in their nuances. Why did he want me here so badly if he didn?t want me for sex? Why did he go to such lengths to throw the police off my trail? What could he do for me now that I was officially dead? Even though he had treated me honorably to date, was I to believe his word. Something about him affected me and made me want to trust him, but my mind was telling me the reverse. He was a ruthless, murderous, drug runner and guerrilla who had brazenly tortured Luis and Rosa using the medallion and then had them murdered. Could he be trusted? Maybe I should try to get along and see what develops; I could always get him to kill me later. I went back to my room and applied myself again to Juanita?s lessons. Two hours later I re-emerged looking like a new woman in a blue mini skirt and a clinging white top. My new look seemed to meet with Escobar?s approval and soon we settled into a rhythm in the household that consisted of me acting as hostess to a seemingly endless stream of visitors, and Escobar acting gracious and elegant as host. Time seemed to stand still on that tropical island. Each day seemed much like the previous one and I soon came to look forward to any new surprises that a new day might bring. One of those surprises was the conversations I would have every morning with Escobar over breakfast. It seemed that before he was a criminal and revolutionary, he had been a school teacher. When both guerrilla units and government units had taken turns burning his village, he had gone off on his own and tried to fend for himself. His learning and his strength of will soon brought him to the attention of smugglers who recruited him for their criminal activities. Soon he was an accomplished drug smuggler and arms runner who cared little for the politics of either side. When Escobar talked of his village, I could see great depth of feeling there, and could tell that there had been casualties in his village that had been close to him. I didn?t want to pry because I knew that I had hit upon a sore spot with him. Other days the conversations were more casual and light hearted. We talked often of music and art. He was a big fan of Jazz, and was endless in his praise of the Impressionists. Me, I liked more abstract art, but I could still appreciate a Renoir, or a Monet, and I preferred American folk music. Other days he would join me on the beach, or we would take a boat out and do some deep sea fishing. Though at one time I used to enjoy fighting the good fight against a blue marlin or a swordfish, I soon realized that I was no longer built to muscle one of those big boys on board and like as not would hand my reel over to Escobar to finish up. After one particularly long fight between me and a marlin, I managed to hold on and land him myself. I was so overjoyed, though exhausted, and Escobar was so encouraging of me and so obviously relieved when I brought the Marlin in that in the flush of my victory I jumped into his arms and impulsively kissed him. Nothing could have surprised Escobar more than that, but it took him less than a second to regain his wits and return my kiss. I, too, had regained my senses, but the kiss felt so good and I was reluctant to break it off, so it was Escobar who finally broke the lip lock and held me at arms length. "I?m not going to say I?m sorry that you did that," he said, "but I think I would be taking advantage of you if I went any further." Though I was momentarily startled by his statement, I figured he was probably right. Still, I leaned forward and gave him a short peck on the cheek where the remains of my lipstick left a noticeable smudge. The rest of that day we were a little reserved around one another, but by the time we got home, things were more or less as they were before. ----------------------------------------------------------- I came to like my job with Escobar. My analytical skills were used to good effect by him in all his legitimate enterprises. I soon had him making more diversified investments that would increase his long term earning potential while cutting his tax burden. In addition, my duties as hostess paid unforeseen dividends when I was able to wean crucial details on negotiations from some of his competitor?s wives. On days when we had company I would play the sexy hostess, often displayed in a form revealing thong, or at night in a cleavage revealing gown. Escobar liked me dressed to the nines, and I came to like dressing that way myself. A few months of being a woman and under the wings of Juanita, I blossomed completely and was soon totally contented in my female form. Still, I had moments of clarity when I remembered that I was really a man, and that my wife was back at home in my body. When I returned I didn?t know whether we could resume our marriage or whether we could ever get our own bodies back, but I knew I would have to try. I remembered my love for Joanna, but in my present body that love was beginning to confuse me more and more. I don?t know when it was that my feelings about Escobar changed. I just know that somewhere around the six month period I seemed to look forward to seeing him when he was away, and talking with him over our usual morning meal. Maybe it was my burgeoning feminine attitude or maybe it was the female hormones that had been flowing through my veins for the last six months, I only know that I started to look at Escobar differently. I began to notice his large hands, and his finely muscled arms and shoulders. I often would sneak a peak at him when he walked down to the beach for a swim, sometimes managing to catch a glimpse of his cock in outline against his trunks. Those moments always left me in confusion, berating myself for my raging girlish thoughts, and reveling in the heightened state of desire I was then reduced to. Often, I would have to abandon my duties and retire to my bedroom where I could fantasize to my heart?s content and attend to the sexual demands of my body. Yeah, I was a goner. I was hopelessly in lust with Escobar, but I knew by this time that his sense of honor would prevent him from taking the first step. I would have to contrive some situation where I could encourage him, or else I was just going to just have to attack him. When he was around for long periods of time it became almost unbearable for me, and I think that it was the reason that he would leave also. Sometimes he would sit on the verandah, looking at me frolicking in the surf, and I knew he would be squirming continually with a raging boner. He had been gone about two weeks this one time, the longest he had ever been away, when he flew in by helicopter and landed right on our lawn. I couldn?t help myself; before I even knew what I was doing I had launched myself across the lawn at him and jumped into his arms not caring who knew it or what happened next. I only knew that I was really glad to see him and I wanted him to know. I could see his eyes widen in surprise when I landed in his arms, but when I pressed my lips insistently against his lips he responded in kind, pressing me hard against his strong male torso, crushing my breasts against his chest and pinning my arms helplessly at my side. At that moment I was clear on what I wanted; I wanted him to take me to his room and make love to me all night long. I wanted to feel him touching my most secret areas, and feel him slip his erection effortlessly into my quivering cunt. Where had my male self gone? I didn?t know and I didn?t care. I was lost in his kiss when I felt him lifting me into his arms and carrying me across the lawn to the house. At least I thought it was the house, but when he put me down I stepped onto bare sand. He pushed me to the ground and proceeded to strip me ?til my body was nude before him. While I waited breathlessly, Escobar stripped and then laid his strong hairy body full upon mine, pushing me into the sand and smothering me with his kisses. I may have initiated this liaison, but Escobar was playing me like a piano, hitting all the right notes. I don?t know what key my screams and moans were in, but I knew that we both were in harmony as he touched, and petted and sucked and licked all up and down my body ?til the finale was upon me and I orgasmed in a crescendo of sensation. But it didn?t end there; soon Escobar was parting my nether lips with his fingers and was moving his manhood over to fill my aching void. Soon he was driving into me, a relentless male force that pistoned in and out and left me helpless under his endless power. I wanted more and more and I cried out, "Fuck me harder, harder! I want to feel you all the way inside my pussy." His breathing was ragged, but he managed to respond, "Do you like it? You like it don?t you? You like being my woman with me shoving my cock into your cute little pussy. Tell me how much you like it." He paused and withdrew his penis, poising it just outside my quivering pussy lips and demanded. "Tell me how much you want me." I could barely bleat out a word but I managed to say between my panting, and groan, "I..I...love...love...your...cock, cock. Please... put.... it... back...in...My...pussy." I tried to push my hips up to impale myself on his steely member, but Escobar was too strong. Soon he took pity on my poor self and returned his hard-on back into my silken softness where it belonged. There was no stopping him now, as he used me like a two bit whore, and I loved it. A short time later he was shooting his load deep into my belly while I shuddered and moaned uncontrollably underneath him. It wasn?t a scene out of ?From Here to Eternity?, but it was close. We were lying on the beach, with the setting sun disappearing behind the island?s summit, and the surf was beginning to lick our toes with its shimmering touch. It was a different couple that walked off the beach that evening. We each were smiling, our hands were wrapped, around, and our eyes were locked on to each other like we would never get enough of each other. I tried to think of how I felt beyond my hopeless sexual satisfaction, but the thoughts just could not find any purchase in my brain. There were only thoughts of Escobar and his arms around me, and his lips upon me, and his cock inside me. The world was reduced to a simple equation that came out as -- him plus I equaled us. ----------------------------------------------------------- Nothing was the same after that day. For one, I hardly ever slept in my own bed after that. Come to think of it, we didn?t do much sleeping in his bed either. Escobar wasn?t leaving the island nearly as much, and the lineup of visitors seemed to be greatly reduced. It gave me more time to be with him, and I appreciated every moment together. But there was a cloud on the horizon, and that cloud was my approaching due date to leave. We avoided talking about it, but it was hard for it not to have effected our relations. Each of us knew that I was going to go back to the states and try to get back together with Joanna, and our talking about would have just put a damper on our fun. The truth was it put a damper on our fun anyhow. Whenever we went to be together, there was another person there at least in spirit. When the day finally came I didn?t feel like I was really prepared. Escobar sat out on the verandah with this nasty look on his face, looking for the entire world as if he was angry at the world. I knew he was angry at me, but I knew I owed it to myself and to Joanna to return and try to restore what once was. Escobar had arranged over the last few months to alter my appearance slightly, using the medallion. I was now younger and sleeker, and my facial structure had undergone some minor changes that had given me a subtle but distinctive difference. If anything, Escobar had made me more beautiful than I was before, and my large boobs, that had begun to droop a little as they should with all women who are thirty one, were now larger and firmer and stood out proud and high upon my chest. Escobar had also provided me with a new passport under a legitimate name. To everyone else, I was now Joanna Wesley. He had even provided me with a complete background that included a B.A. and an M.A., in business finances, and various recommendations of business associates. Evidently his business associates covered quite a spectrum of American business and politics. I had letters from two senators, five congressmen, three CEOs and two multi- billionaires. Who was I to argue with there opinions of me? Escobar had also provided me with an extensive wardrobe, most of which would be in storage for me in the states before I got there, and a large sum of cash that he wouldn?t talk about to me. Our words were few, good-byes were not easy for either of us, but I could see the hurt in Escobar?s eyes when I boarded the helicopter. With his last words he did let me know that if I returned to him with Joanna that he would change us back into our rightful bodies. I kept my eyes on him ?til the copter went over the horizon, and I could see Escobar looking towards me until we both disappeared from view. ----------------------------------------------------------- Back in the states I felt lost and bereft of friends. All the people who knew me, as I was now, were on that island off the coast of Panama, and I was lonelier than I had ever been before in my life. After finding a hotel in Denver, I called my home number hoping to catch Joanna at home. When there was no answer, I waited ?til the new day, rented a car, and drove down to my old business offices to see if anyone there knew where I could find Joanna, or as they knew her, Stu. When I parked in the lot I was startled out of my skin when I saw my old body walk out of the building, jump into a 4x4, and speed away. It was all I could do to keep up with him as he really put the pedal to the metal. He finally made it to West Colfax, where he turned onto Wadsworth headed south. I had to lay on the accelerator to catch up with him before he was out of sight. When he pulled into a restaurant parking lot I was glad because I knew he would have lost me if he had gone much farther. I followed into the parking lot and into the restaurant, pausing inside the entrance to find him among the morning patrons. He was sitting alone, (thankfully), near the far window, perusing a menu. When I walked up to him he looked up briefly, then back to his menu. "I?ll take a whole stack of your griddle cakes, some bacon and sausage and with coffee, and keep it coming." "I?m not your waitress. May I sit down?" Joanna, now Stu paused again and looked back up at me. A big smile lit his face and he offered his hand toward the seat across from him, "Sure, for you, anything." I sat down, smoothing my skirt underneath me and looked directly at him. He asked me, "Do I know you? You look vaguely familiar to me." "I should, I?m you." It took a second for my words to filter in, but soon a shocked look appeared on his face. "No, it can?t be; you?re dead." "Reports of my demise have been greatly exaggerated." "Let me get this straight, who exactly are you? YOU TELL ME." "Right now my name is Joanna Wesley, for awhile I was Joanna Barnes, but originally I was Stuart Barnes." "STU, is that you?" I smiled a huge smile, hoping I hadn?t put her into shock, but glad of her reaction. "Yeah, it?s me." I didn?t have anything else to say right then, knowing there would be questions from Joanna. I was right. "If you?re Stu, then who was that body they found down in Panama?" "That was a traitorous underling of Escobar?s." "Wait a minute, I thought Escobar was dead also." "Escobar wanted to throw off the law, so he made the traitor to look like me, and he made the traitor?s wife to look like him. He knew there would be no pursuit then." "Holy shit, you both are still alive." Joanna grabbed my hands in her strong masculine ones, and looked deep into my eyes. "I thought you were dead. You don?t know how much I?ve been hurting, thinking you were dead. Why didn?t you let me know you were still alive?" "I had pledged Escobar that I would follow his every command for one year and I was bound by my word," I replied, feeling more than a little guilt that I hadn?t tried to push the issue with Escobar. "Please forgive me Joanna, I knew that seeing my dead body would shock you, but I was under his control and had to do what he said." Joanna looked around embarrassed, "Please," he whispered, "don?t call me Joanna so loud. I am Stu now and you are Joanna." He looked back sternly at me, "I?ve been Stuart Barnes for a year now, and I?ve gotten used to it." He paused, smiled a big grin, and as he looked at me with that big smile I felt my world constrict and writhe under his gaze. He started to say something else, but stopped and sat there chin in hand looking at me seemingly deep in thought. Coming to some conclusion he took a moment to scan all of me that he could see and his smile broke out even wider. "You don?t seemed to have suffered with Escobar, you?re more beautiful than I ever was; in fact, you even look like you?re younger now." "Escobar wanted to pay me back for being so cooperative. This body is only about twenty years old now." "I don?t understand, you mean Escobar just let you go, just like that?" I was feeling guilty and more than a bit ashamed of how I?d given in to Escobar sexually so I had a hard time formulating an answer that wouldn?t have brought up even more questions. "He honored his word just as I honored mine." "Still, the last year must have been living Hell. He must have raped you again and again." "No," I bowed my head now trying to hide my embarrassment, and when I answered I tried to put a different spin on events by what I left unsaid, "I did whatever he told me to do." When I said that I felt guilty all over again. Escobar hadn?t treated me badly and had never demanded sex from me even once. If anything, it was I who had wanted sex, and it was I who had made the first move. Joanna looked at me with pity filling her eyes, "You poor thing, it must have been awful for you. C?mon, let?s get out of here; I don?t want to eat right now." He stood up and helped me to my feet and quickly and firmly escorted me out the door of the restaurant and to his car. "What about my car?" I asked as I slipped into the front seat, smoothing my skirt underneath me automatically as I sat. "We?ll pick it up later; let?s go someplace more private, I didn?t like talking in that restaurant where everyone could hear our private business." He started up his car and he pulled out onto the busy highway, smoothly, moving his hand over to cover mine where they sat on my lap and we drove in silence for twenty minutes or so. Both of us seemed to have too many questions and we were both reluctant to find the answers that might be forthcoming, We pulled into a part of Denver, off Cherry Creek Drive that was filled with apartment complexes and rows of townhouses. He pulled into one such complex with alacrity and slid easily into an empty parking space. He led me up a short flight of stairs and unlocked the door. I asked, "Whose townhouse is this? Don?t tell me you sold our house." "No honey I didn?t, it?s just that I?m having work done on it right now. This town house is owned by the company and we use it sometime for visiting execs. I?m staying here while my, I mean our house is being worked on." With his hand in the small of my back, he led me unresisting into the townhouse. We were no sooner in the door and the door was shut, when he turned me around and pulled me tightly against his body and kissed me passionately. A world of emotions flooded my brain at that moment and with it another flood of questions that begged for answers. There was genuine passion and need in his embrace and in his lips and I found myself responding, pressing my body fully against his and moving my arms up around his neck. I don?t know how long we kissed but soon I felt him lessening his grip and gently easing me away from him. "God, I am so glad to see you. Now we can be together again. I?ve missed you so much." His eyes had tears in them and his voice was breaking with suppressed emotions. "Come sit here on the couch and tell me everything." I didn?t know if I wanted to tell him everything right then, but his pain filled eyes needed answers and needed comforting, and I knew that such comfort didn?t come from mere words. This time, when I sat on the couch, his hand in mine, I wasted little time in leaning my head against his chest and grasping his body. I too started to cry, softly at first, then with growing intensity. He hugged me back and ran his fingers along my face wiping away the tears. When he lifted my chin and I looked into his eyes, and he moved his lips to mine, I knew I needed him as much as he needed me. Mere moments later, it seemed, we were two naked bodies interconnected in ways that men and women have always liked to do, only this time I was the woman and Joanna was the man. I didn?t care, I was so relieved that she had accepted my story and believed I was really Stu, and I was glad that she still loved me after all that we had been through. When he entered me from above, I held myself tightly against his strong male body, while he plunged again and again into my silken feminine aperture, making me gasp and sigh and when I became overwhelmed by the sensations and the orgasm that shot through my body. I began crying again, with joy. As I lay shuddering underneath him, Joanna was continuing his rampage, his cock ravishing me and marking me as his woman with each thrust and each movement of his hips. I don?t know how many times I climaxed, I certainly wasn?t going to count them at the time, being as I was just a little involved at the time, but I could have sworn I had at least ten orgasms before he finally came. After awhile, they lost definition when they all seemed to run into one another like watercolors on a page. When I think about that day, and that night, thinking back on it, I can barely remember anything else but Joanna's huge cock filling me repeatedly and me holding onto him for dear life. Somehow we ended up in a bed, and at times I seemed to have slept, but those times were only preludes to more ardent lovemaking. Sometime during the wee hours of the night and somewhere in the middle of our third session, I began to fantasize more and more about his body possessing me just as he was really doing; only we were on a beach, and the waves were lapping at our toes. Joanna was busy licking my cleft and running her amazing finger along the sensitive rim of my anus, when that image I was holding onto morphed into a picture of me and Escobar locked in coital bliss. When I realized what I had been thinking I was momentarily taken aback, but the image returned again with a vengeance and in my mind?s eye I was again screwing indiscriminately with Escobar on the beach of his little island. When I woke in the morning, I didn?t know whether I was more upset with my fantasies of the night before, or the fact that Joanna was gone and the bed beside me was cold. Lying on the pillow was a note, and I hurriedly picked it up: Honey, I?m sorry I had to leave so soon, but I had a big deal going down at work I couldn?t miss. I?ll call you later. Love, Stu. P.S. I love you so much, and I thought that last night was amazing. I smiled at the words, content to read them secondhand, knowing the feelings he expressed were real for him, as well as for me. ----------------------------------------------------------- We settled into a rhythm then, him coming home and taking me out to eat, then taking me back to the townhouse and fucking me until I could barely breathe, and each day I would shop for a new outfit and I would fix myself up to look as pretty for him as I could. We talked about what we were going to do, and I told him about Escobar?s offer to change us back to our original bodies. "I wouldn?t trust him. C?mon Jo, (he was calling me Jo now), you know what he did to us before, what?s to say he won?t do something even worse this time?" "He isn?t like that; he?s a man of honor. He said he would do it for us, and we can trust him." "Well, I don?t! I want some time to investigate him before I place myself in his hands again." I was upset. I wanted to get back to my body as soon as I could and I thought Joanna did, too. "Don?t you want your body back?" Joanna flushed and a scowl filled her face, "Yeah, of course I do, but I will not put us in that kind of danger again. I couldn?t go through losing you again." I accepted his verdict, but there was something that bothered me about his reticence. Someone once told me that when there is a ?BUT? in a sentence that you can erase everything that came before the ?BUT.? If that was the case, Joanna didn?t want her body back enough to take the risk. What made it worse was when she added onto her statement. "Jo," she said, "I tell you what; if it means that much to you why you don?t go back down there and try to persuade him to give us the medallion so we can change back up here." "You mean that you don?t want to go into any danger, but you don?t mind if I do." "No, that?s not it at all; I just think that he must like you, and I don?t trust him." Joanna moved over to me and pulled my hands up to his lips and kissed them. "You know you mean the world to me, so believe me, I will do everything in my power to get us back to the way we were before." He looked deep into my eyes then, convincing me with his sincerity. "Please believe me." "I do Joanna, I?m just getting impatient; that?s all." When I called him Joanna he bridled momentarily, backing slightly away then re-focused upon me. "I know honey, and I understand, just give me a little time and I think I can work it out for us." I looked up into his eyes, so mesmerizing, so strong, and I gave in, "Okay, honey, it can wait a little longer I guess." "That?s my girl," he said and pulled me up against him, his strong hands seeking and finding my sensitive buttocks, his engorged organ pressing along my cleft and his lips forcing themselves on mine. I guess I had grown used to Joanna?s methods, because when he lifted me up and carried me to the bedroom, I wasn?t at all surprised. I?m not saying it was unwanted, God, I loved it as much as he did; it?s just that every conversation we had seemed to end with him fucking me. When he was done and I was lying in the messed up bed, a ball of boneless jelly, he began packing a suitcase. Laying there, lost in my afterglow, I still managed to question this. "What?s going on Joanna? You?re not