Agent Chase Agent Chastity Chapter One The Ground Below
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The Chase is On
By Angel Stevens
The chase was on. Running at top speed through the hallways of the old
high school chased by a gang of thugs, was a tall lanky kid. His longer
legs than that of the gang gave him the advantage of keeping them at
his heels however that couldn't last forever. Sooner than later, the
hallway's twists and turns would get him cornered.
As his lungs were coming to the bursting point anyway since stamina was
never his strong point and realizing that if he doesn't get cornered,
he's just peter out, he began to think of those stories of
extraordinary survival. Stories, where all hope is lost and the
impossible happens, such as a distraught petite woman lifting an entire
minivan off her baby after an accident. He began thinking, wouldn't it
be nice if these were petite women running after him instead of a bunch
of short, Napoleon complexed, hoodlums.
A hand on his back and all of a sudden he was careening wildly into the
wall. His pace had slowed and the leader had gained just enough on him
to push him out of control.
He hit the wall with his forearms protecting his face from smashing
into the wall and then felt two kidney punches drop him to the ground.
He slowly turned around while sitting on the floor and looked up at the
meanest guy at South Central. Dana Larkin stood at a measly 5'6", thin,
wiry build, long greasy hair, and a delicate face. To make up for all
these shortcomings, he became a bad boy further attracting a bunch of
followers of the same type to become a most ruthless gang. They were
known all about as bullies and strong-arm robbers.
In contrast, the boy being chased, Rick Hastings, was tall, good
looking, smart and responsible. As good a boy as Dana was bad. Rick
felt it was his duty to report a burglary of a locker to the Principal
by this gang and unfortunately for him, Dana found out who reported
him.
Rick now looked into the face of twisted hatred and he knew he'd be
lucky if he walked away from this one. Even if he survived this beating
from Dana and the six hoods behind him, he wondered what shape he'd be
in for the rest of his life.
Dana looked down at him with contempt and spat out "I'm going to kick
your rat finking ass, stoolie! You dickless coward, telling on us to
the Principal. We'll show you who really runs this school. I'm going to
kick your ass and good!"
Rick was scared out of his mind and he started thinking of the petite
woman who could lift the van off her child in desperation. How did that
apply here? It seemed more of a miracle to beat up seven, mean as a
snake, hoods. Rick's mind was all a jumble now and he didn't know what
to concentrate on. Maybe he can lift up a minivan if one was available
and crush all seven attackers. Or maybe if Dana was actually a petite
woman, she wouldn't hurt him. What the hell, let's make him the petite
woman of his dreams while he's at it. The name of his attacker could be
a woman's name and 5'6" is sure a nice height for a woman. Maybe he
could be a petite woman and love him and his gang would leave me alone.
He called me dickless...maybe he should be...Oh crazy thoughts, crazy,
crazy...
"I'm going to love kicking your ass, you son of a gun!" Dana yelled and
then thinking that was too mild an insult before the thrashing he was
going to give Rick, he tried again, "I love your ass, you tall
stud"...Dana shook that off thinking "what was he saying?" and then he
geared up to say he was going to "love to kick your ass" and what came
out instead of mean, but sultry, was "I'd love to suck your cock, I'd
love to make you all hard for me." A look of abject confusion came
across Dana's face as he couldn't seem to get any anger together
towards Rick. He looked back at his gang and their confused looks and
then looked back at Rick and said "considered yourself warned" and for
some reason, noticed how nice his brown eyes looked at him, even
fearfully. Dana, angry at himself now more than at Rick, said to his
gang "c'mon let's go roust some old people for some beer money!" And
Dana stomped off with his gang.
"What was that all about?" asked his Chief Lieutenant, "We were there
to stomp him and you are professing your gay love for him, I don't get
it?"
Dana was trying to keep his cool and was thinking fast to get out of
this jam with his own gang. He needed to think of something quick.
"That was a tactic I was trying out...you get him to lower his guard
and then attack when he's least suspecting it. I saw it in a movie. It
was my first time trying that and I got the wording all fucked up, but
we'll get him, you can bet on that!"
Ten minutes later, a nicely dressed lady was sitting akimbo on the
sidewalk as the gang ran off with her purse. Five minutes after that,
in an alley, one of the gang took all the cash and credit cards out of
the purse and threw it down to the ground.
Dana yelled at the gangsta, "What the hell's gotten into you, that's a
Kate Spade!" Emilio looked at him like he lost his mind and Dana
hastily said, "I mean, we can probably pawn that pocketbook for some
more cash." Dana bent down at the knees so that his butt was right
above his heels and reached over and gingerly picked up the purse and
brushed off the dirt. He then put the purse on his shoulder and stood
up. Realizing what he just did, he quickly took the strap off his
shoulder, clutched the purse in his hand and smirked sheepishly at his
cohorts. Emilio said, "okay, whatever you say, dude" and they ran off
down the alley to split the goods.
Rick got up off the hallway floor and wondered what just happened. He
was staring certain death in the face and then death was telling him
how nice his ass was. Maybe there was something to his psychic powers
under duress. Power of positive thought, I guess.
Dana got home and his mom put dinner on the table. Fish sticks and Easy
Mac. Dana's mother, the queen of 5 minute meals. She was off to strip
at a local club down the street in the shabbier part of town. Rick
doesn't have to deal with this he thought. Rick lives in the nicer
area. Rich, compared to him, although his Rick's family is really just
a shave above middle class. Rick would be a real catch for the right
girl. Better than living like this. His thoughts kept on going on this
track. I bet he likes girls with long curly hair. He ran his finger
through his long greasy hair. I bet he likes girls that are skinny. I'm
skinny. I bet he likes a nice chest on a girl. Hey, who doesn't. Darn,
I'm flat chested. Wait, what the hell am I thinking. Of course I'm
flat, I'm a guy. Am I having some kind of weird flashback from
something strange slipped into a doobie?
Dana did something he hasn't done in a while. He went to take a shower
and this time decided to wash his greasy hair. He looked at the caddy
in the shower and saw a purple container his Mom used. Hmmm, he thought
opening the container. This smells pretty, like lilacs, I wonder what
Rick would think...
Rick got home and dinner was on the table. Scents of homemade lasagna,
garlic bread, and fresh tossed salad greeted his nostrils as he walked
in. His absolute favorite foods. At the dinner table, his parents
quizzed him on his day. He decided not to tell them about his near
fatality at the hands of Dana. The hands of Dana. Thinking about his
psychic prowess earlier, if that's what happened, maybe he should think
on Dana being a petite girl that he would like. He sent out a mental
image of beautiful hands on the small tough guy and how nice they'd be
all French manicured for him. A French manicure always did drive him
crazy.
Dana, at home, was just finishing his shower and brushing his now
clean, shiny, pretty smelling hair with a brush. He parted it in the
middle and had his head tilted to one side and put fifty strokes on
each side and twirled it up at the ends so it had a slight bob to it.
As he was putting the brush down, he looked at his hands and thought
they looked ugly to him. They were all calloused up from punching
people and the nails and cuticles were horrid. He rubbed hand cream all
over his hard skin and looked at his mother's manicure kit and went to
work on his cuticles and filing his nails.
THE NEXT DAY:
Dana got to school on time, which was the first time in five years that
that happened. His gang didn't show up until twenty five minutes late
so they were all late for their homeroom period. When the gang met up
in the hall, they looked at Dana with disbelief. His hair was clean and
almost had a girlish bob to it plus he smelled like perfume. His
eyebrows looked thinner and arched, his nails looked a little glossy
and then there was the way he was dressed. Clean pressed cotton jeans,
a nice white shirt, and instead of his pirate look he used to wear with
the ringed earrings, there was now a pair of CZ studs.
Emilio asked him "Why do you look like that?" Dana answered all tough
"Shit, man, can't a guy look good... I want to score today with the
ladies." Emilio felt a little better except that he usually referred to
the females of the species as "hoes and bitches" and not "ladies."
Emilio said "Well, we got some unfinished business with Rick today.
Today, we fuck him up, right?"
Dana looked fiercely back at him "You have no idea how bad I want to
fuck him, Emilio." Emilio and the others stared incredulously at him.
"...over, I mean, haha...Got you guys!"
Rick was walking through the halls and fear struck him as he thought he
saw Dana coming at him. The vision coming down the hall looked like
Dana but also not like Dana. Plus, he was moving somewhat effeminately.
As Rick got closer, Dana all of a sudden sped up and pushed Rick up
against the lockers. Rick looked down fearfully into the face of Dana
but was confused because of the way Dana was holding him. Instead of
holding him out at arm's length in preparation of pounding him, Dana
was pressed up against him with Dana's hands on Rick's sides and his
pelvis crushed against him with his back arched slightly to look up
into Rick's eyes. Rick couldn't help but take in the heavenly scent
wafting to his nostrils from Dana or even not be the least bit aroused
at the wanton desire so strong in the way Dana was looking at him.
Dana breathed "Oh Rick, I'm so sorry for the way I treated you
yesterday. I convinced the boys, I mean, my gang, to leave you alone.
You are such a kind, sweet man and I want you to always be happy." With
tears in his eyes, Dana disengaged from Rick and ran off, hips swaying,
down the hallway.
Rick looked after him, confused by what just happened. Dumbstruck, not
just by the way Dana just grabbed him and talked to him, but also by
the growing bulge in his pants.
After school, Dana addressed the gang. The gang waited to hear what bad
things were planned for them to do.
"What I think we should do tonight is go to the mall and walk around."
Dana suggested. Usually Dana barked out orders so the gang was off on
this point.
"...and what? Shoplift? Beat up kids in the bathrooms and rob them?
What?" Emilio asked.
"Nah, I'm a little tired of that, boys. I thought we'd just go look
around and maybe do some clothes shopping. Most of my clothes are so
ugly. All black and worn out. I had to borrow some of what I'm wearing
today from my mom just to look neat today. I would love to get some
shoes. You boys can use some cleaning up too. Some of you would
actually be hotties if you looked nicer. Emilio, you, for instance, if
you got a haircut and shaved, put some Polo cologne on, and were
wearing khakis and a nice shirt, I'd jump you!"
Emilio screamed at him, "What's happened to you, Dana? You were the
toughest guy I knew and now you are acting like a girl!"
Emilio looked at the rest of the gang and saw they were fully behind
him and at that moment, Emilio knew he was the leader now. The
strongest always lead, law of the jungle man. So, Emilio commanded his
new gang, "C'mon, we're out of here. Dana, we will leave you be. Be a
girl, for all I care, we respect you so we will not pummel you, but you
are no longer one of The Ruffians."
Dana cried out to their retreating backs "WAIT!!!"
Emilio turned around, "What?"
"Do you think I'm pretty?"
THE THIRD DAY:
When The Ruffians saw Dana in the halls, they saw that he, indeed, went
to the mall. When Emilio looked him over, he actually thought about
maybe cleaning himself up like Dana suggested last night.
Dana was looking good, hoochie good. His hair was permed out curly,
high, and long in back. From his ears dangled tiny gold stars and he
was wearing a delicate gold necklace with a tiny cross pendant. He had
thin gold bangles on his smooth wrists and he had a French manicure.
His face was made up expertly. It is said that a perfect makeup job is
one that is unnoticeable and this was definitely true in this matter.
Dana just looked beautiful. It was hard to accept that this was a boy
Emilio was looking at and actually had trouble remembering him as a
boy. From the white silk shirt unbuttoned to show a hint of cleavage
("Did he have breasts or is it some kind of trick?") to the hip hugging
jeans and pink striped avias, it was hard to remember Dana as a guy.
"Dana?" asked Emilio.
"Hi boys, just passing through, I'll be late for class. Try to stay out
of trouble, boys" Dana responded.
The gang watched him go past with his books under his arm, which was
strange in itself. Dana never cared an iota about studying or books.
Dana always said he was street smart and that's all that mattered.
Emilio thought he should be disgusted but as he watched Dana's heart
shaped ass (why did his butt even look girly?) wiggle as he walked and
the purse bounce against his left hip, he felt a stirring in his
underwear that made him feel very guilty. He never felt that way about
Dana before and now because he is crossdressing, he shouldn't be
feeling anything. But then, why should she be crossdressing, she's a
girl. No, he's a girl. Ah, forget it, he thought to himself. Emilio
knew he was no great thinker so he yelled to his gang "c'mon, let's get
out of here and have a smoke!"
Rick was rummaging through his locker getting his books and notebooks
for his next class. He closed his locker and standing there was Dana.
"Hi Rick, how are you today," Dana said in a high lilting voice that
made unspoken promises to any red-blooded American boy in earshot.
"Um, Dana, is that you? You look great," Rick said as he eyed the new
Dana up and down. Dana was standing looking at Rick with puppy dog eyes
and hugging his books to his chest. Rick drank in the low buttoned
blouse with the cleavage now more pronounced than when the gang saw
him. His wasp waist curvaceously moved outwards around his round hips
to which his tight jeans clung.
"Yes, Rick, it's me or the new me. I decided I wanted to be friends
with you so I decided to clean up my act." Dana took another step in so
that he was now invading Rick's space. Rick didn't seem to mind. "I'm
in your math class so you'll be seeing me in there now that I've
decided that school is important to me now. School is important to you
right?
"Yes, of course," Rick stuttered and he didn't know why his palms were
sweating and he was feeling so awkward. "Nothing is more important than
a good education."
"Well, if school is important to you, Rick, then it is important to me,
too" Dana giggled.
"Well, I guess we better get off to class," Rick suggested. "You sure
do look great."
Dana lowered his eyes to the floor and blushed. "Thank you Rick, you
look great, too. I want to look good for you, see you at class." Dana
gave his hair a flip, turned and bounced off down the hallway obviously
very happy.
Rick took a few deep breaths of the lingering perfume and felt himself
getting aroused. That's Dana, he thought, and I shouldn't be interested
in him. I'm not gay. But then she sure is pretty. I mean he is. He is a
guy, right? Was? He sure wasn't looking very much like one and
definitely not acting like one. She sure is looking foxy though. He?
Too many thoughts.
In math class, Dana was sitting two rows up and off to the left of him.
He was trying to keep his mind on the algebra, but he kept looking at
Dana. She (he?) was sitting there with his legs crossed at the knee
with his crossed leg moving up and down and she had her right elbow on
the desk and her hand in the air with her ballpoint pen twirling
between her slender fingers and long French manicured nails. Looking at
her hands was starting to make him uncomfortable as the bulge increased
in his pants. Oh, those are pretty hands. Were those the hands that
were going to turn his face into a smashed pumpkin two days ago? He
started thinking of better uses of those hands and was wondering if he
should be ashamed when he realized the whole class was looking at him
and the teacher was saying his name over and over.
"Rick, Earth to Rick, are you there, Rick?" the teacher asked.
"Yes, Mr. Smith, I'm sorry. I missed the question." Rick said as he
squirmed in his seat.
I was asking what the answer to number 4 on last night's homework is
and if you would come up to the board and do the problem.
Rick looked over at Dana and saw that she was looking at him with those
loving eyes again. Rick was startled to notice that Dana's eyes were
big and green with long curled eyelashes.
"Um, sure, let me just get my notebook open." Rick was trying to stall
for time to maybe get his erection down at least a little bit. He got
up and walked up to the board.
Dana noticed as Rick walked past him, his head was now at the same
level as Rick's wonderful package. Dana also did not fail to see the
bulge and licked his lips involuntarily and hoping he was the reason.
Dana knew Rick was in back of him in this class and he was trying to
send out all the signals. The signals all came in the form of crossed
legs, playing with his hair, moving the pen around to show him his
delicate hands and tapping his nails on the desk.
After class, Dana went up to Rick in the hallway.
"You sure have this algebra down pat, Rick. I've missed so many classes
in my confused days of bullying people, that I'm so far behind. I don't
know what I'm going to do to pass this class." Dana said in a voice
that would make even the most hardened guy want to reach out and touch
her face and reassure her.
"Oh, well, if you want, maybe you can come over tonight and we can
study together," Rick said while unsure of what the heck he was doing.
"Oh, that would be wonderful, Dana said but I don't have any way of
getting to your house," Dana said in such a disappointed voice that
Rick knew how much she wanted this to happen.
"Oh, no problem, I have a car, how about I pick you up at 8:00?" Rick
asked.
"Oh wonderful!!!" Dana reached into her purse and got out a pen and
wrote her phone number and address on a piece of paper. "Here's my
digits, see you then, I can't wait!"
And with that she moved some hair behind her ear, looked up at him and
gave him a dazzling smile and skipped down the hall.
At 5:00 that evening, Dana's mom woke up to some weird smells in the
house. She worked nights stripping at the local club so she slept in
usually until 6:30 PM. She got up to make her son a quick dinner out of
a sense of duty but feeling that she failed him. Poorly educated, she
made money with her body turning on horny guys and would get up before
her job to make him a quick microwaved dinner. However, she cared for
the boy but she knew her lifestyle and the lack of attention he got
contributed to him becoming the hoodlum he is today.
Dana's mom followed her nose to the source of the smell. She saw Dana
tinkering in the kitchen. At least she thought that was Dana. He was
wearing a frilly flowered apron that seemed to stick out considerably
from his chest and hug his hips before jutting out over his ample
behind. All in all, she was looking at a very pretty teenage girl
making what smelled like a delicious dinner. Dana's mom had noticed
some weird things in the last day but dismissed it as her being tired
and she didn't much notice her son on her workdays anyway. With his
gang related activities and her night owl schedules, there wasn't much
interaction. Now, she was wondering what happened to her tough, mean,
amoral kid who now seemed to be all dolled up and moving through the
kitchen like he was Betty Crocker.
"Hi Mom", Dana cheerfully called out, "I whipped up some tasty vittles
before you have to go off to work."
"Oh, greeeaat," his mom hesitantly replied. What's going on here, she
thought. Fights were the order of the day when they did see each other
and she knew he thought that stripping was a whorish profession even
though it's the best she thought she could do to put food on the table
and a roof over their heads. Now, her son, whose voice was two octaves
higher than she knew it was before he looked like a teenaged boy's wet
dream, was being sweet as sugar. "So, what have you whipped up there?"
"I made us a lasagna with garlic breadsticks and salad, Mom. How does
that sound?" Dana replied and his mom was also thinking that the pitch
of his new voice would have her customers at the strip club reaching
for the ten spots for tips.
"That sounds delicious, um, son." Dana's mother said. "You look
different, did you do something different with your hair?"
"Oh, Mom, you can see that I have decided to turn my life around.
Something overcame me two days ago, an epiphany, if you will. I want to
be a better person, a different person from what I was. I want to love,
not hurt. Create, not destroy. Make people happy, not miserable. I want
beauty not ugliness. I started with myself. Do I not look beautiful? I
want to be pretty like you" Dana said as he put the food out on the
already set table. After placing the hot food down, he took off his
oven mitts and his mom saw how pretty his nails were and the nice
jewelry adorning his slender wrists and hands. She also noted he was
calling her 'Mom' and not 'Linda' or 'Bitch' anymore.
"Mom, I want to start with you. I apologize from the depth of my heart
about how I've treated you," as he said this he girlishly placed his
dainty hand over top of what looked like C cup breasts. "You work so
hard for me and I want to make you proud of me."
Linda felt tears in her eyes and she got up and hugged her son and
kissed his rouged cheek. "You know, I don't know. Should I refer to you
as my daughter now? Because now that you love me like this and are on
the straight and narrow, I don't care what you look like." She felt the
soft rounded shoulders through his son's blouse and their breasts
pushing up against each other.
"Oh Mom, I love you. Well, I am completely a woman now so I am your
daughter and thank you for just loving me as I now am. " Both woman and
girl were now crying and carrying on so that any onlooker would assume
they were seeing a normal carrying on between a mother and daughter.
"Well, let's eat this delicious dinner my beautiful sweet daughter made
for us!" her mother exclaimed while wiping at her eyes the tears away.
"This is fantastic," she said as she swallowed the first bite, "how did
you learn to cook, let alone make this great dinner?"
"I don't know, Mom, but there's some force at work that's enabling me
to do certain things. For some reason, I'm better at a lot of things I
didn't know how to do before. Like, for instance, I get this feeling
that I can now sew buttons and hem pants and iron. I haven't done it
yet but I know that if needed, I can do it easily. Oh, I have a favor
to ask?"
"Anything, dear" Linda smiled at the very notion of calling her
offspring 'dear' which she hasn't done in about nine years.
"There's a boy that's going to pick me up tonight for a study session.
Can I borrow that little black number in your closet?
"Honey, I'm off to work!" Linda smiled at herself that she would
actually be calling her son 'honey' again. Son, Daughter, who cares,
she thought as long as we love each other again.
"Wait, Mom, I need to you to zip me up." Dana came out looking so
completely a woman, Linda had to gasp. That little black dress she had
was cut down to censor limits showing the cleavage and on each side a
healthy glimpse of actual breasts. A flat tummy traveled from there to
a gold rope belt with a slit down the hip showing off shapely legs.
Nude pantyhose showed through the slip and went to slender ankles
ending in black patent leather shoes with a 2 1/2 inch heel. Her makeup
was done expertly and her curly brown hair was teased out and draped to
the center of a back with a cute barrette with butterflies controlling
the mass in front.
"Wow, you look gorgeous!" Linda said to Dana's blushing face. "It's so
weird that a few days ago, you'd probably be sweating a girl that looks
like you and now you are going out with a boy? I can't get over it. I
just want you to be happy and have a good life and if this is the way
you can do it, then I'm behind you all the way. Um, do you have
protection on you, like condoms?"
"Oh Mom, I'm a good girl. And he's a good man. Don't worry, Mom." Dana
giggled at the thought of her mom being so caring about what he's up to
and looking out for her. It was so nice and refreshing. "You are going
to make me cry with joy and make my mascara run. Stop it. No, don't
stop" and off they were again hugging and crying and carrying on.
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