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HITCHHIKERS FATE
By The Ghe
It has been a challenging but exciting few months for me. Last summer,
I had gone off with almost no preparation or warning into the wilds of
the United States, leaving behind all my cares and worries. My name is
unimportant, because all I have wanted is freedom from myself, and the
prison of office life I had spent years building around me. Most of the
time I was able to find my way walking or catching a bus in the
suburbs, but lately, I've had to spend more and more time hitchhiking.
I realize it has its potential dangers, but I've become increasingly
street savvy while I've been out here, away from all the comforts of
home. I know several tricks on staying alive out here in the civilized
wilds.
At any rate, that's how I come to be where I find myself now. My last
driver, he started getting dangerous, having gotten very drunk while I
was asleep. Fortunately he didn't even bother to slow down after I
bailed out of his car. I am sure that if I had stayed, he would have
tried to kill me. He apparently got it into his head that I wanted to
steal his 'ride' from him, leaving him in the desert to die. Well,
that's where I am. Somewhere in the middle of nowhere Arizona. Nothing
but nothing as far as I can see.
It's dark still, but it won't stay that way forever. My first and only
priority is to find some sort of civilization; an oasis from the heat
that will engulf me soon enough. Thankfully, the moon is out and my
flashlight is one of those ones that has a built in generator that only
needs to be turned over a couple times to provide power.
***
I am so cold. I have been walking all night. I was able to determine
north by seeing Polaris, and am heading west. My watch tells me dawn is
not far off, but there is not yet any light on the horizon behind me.
Wait!
My god! I must have walked right by it, but I swear I never saw a
thing! A light! As from a small building a little ways behind me on the
road. It must have no windows on the side facing me before. What I want
to know is, how I managed to be unlucky enough to have not pointed my
flashlight in that direction before? It doesn't matter now. All that
matter is that I have a chance again. I am feeling a renewed energy
that I didn't even know was still in me after my exhausting night. I
feel myself smile as I almost dance toward my salvation.
Now that I'm closer, I can see why I didn't see it. The tiny gas
station/ motel is not actually on the road itself. Also, except for the
one front window facing it's own dirt road, it has no illumination t
all. A vacancy sign hangs crookedly in the window. I can feel my good
mood increase as I step through the door. They have a small diner. For
the first time in two weeks, I can get a hot meal.
I sit down in front of the counter, and a woman shuffles out from an
unseen cavity somewhere behind her. I don't know why, but she doesn't
seem the type to be a waitress. Not even here in nowhere. She is
somehow exotic, but is also a wrinkled gnome. She is short with heavily
weathered skin, but holds an elegance, and power around herself that is
difficult to put into words. For some reason, the word 'gypsy' enters
my head, but I cannot be certain that this creature has anything to do
with those wandering nomads.
I suddenly realize she is waiting for me to speak. I clear my throat.
"Good evening. I would like to buy a meal, and then some lodging for
the night."
She isn't responding... I know! She's worried I'll try to freeload off
her.
"Here." I add hastily, as I reach into my well concealed wallet. "I
have money."
She seems to be considering something... Suddenly her face splits into
a wide, but somehow disturbing smile.
"Fine. That's fine. You will sleep here tonight. Come. I will show you
your room."
I begin to object, being really quite hungry, but she is moving toward
a doorway at the side of the room. I hadn't notice the doorway before,
and follow her reluctantly. There are only three rooms connecting into
this hallway. She stops at the last one and produces a large key from
nowhere.
"This is it. Come, come. You must see."
She beckoned me into the room ahead of her. I sighed inwardly at this
inconvenience, but enter the room without fuss. Only one foot is inside
when I suddenly stop and stare at the panorama before me.
My first impression was of pink. Lots and lots of it. From the walls,
to the bed linen, to the sleek chairs, and other furnishings. In
addition, there was an abundance of design elements that were decidedly
female. From the decorations on the walls, to the red roses, and
bottles of perfume on a large vanity.
It wasn't until I had a moment to visually digest this sight that at
least three very odd circumstances existed from the mere presence of
this room. One: how did a room this large and luxurious fit inside the
miniscule structure I had seen from the outside? Two: how could anyone
in this kind on environment afford to have such an elaborate and
probably expensive room anywhere within a thousand miles of themselves?
Three, and this I consider most insistent of the questions: why in the
name of all creation had this person decided to rent this very woman
room to me who is very not woman?
I turn slowly around to try to face the gnome lady, but find her
uncomfortably close to my side, looking into that room with an emotion
I couldn't quite put my finger on. It might have been wistful, but
there was also a longing, like an artist finally finding their muse.
"Beautiful isn't it?" she said softly.
I turned and looked into the room again. I did have to admit it was
well put together, but I wasn't sure I wanted to spend the night in
here.
"My husband made it for me... Just before I lost him."
I turned again to her, and, for the first time she looked at me with
her eyes. Oh, what eyes are hers! A black swirl of silence inside a
green prism dancing with a thousand thoughts, and holding me in calm
passion. I feel myself gasp. It comes to me in that instant that this
lone woman must have been gorgeous at one point in her life, and it was
only now, after years of solitude and hardship, that she was left in
her current form.
At last she released me from her gaze, and spoke again, quieter and
with patience.
"You remind me of my husband. This room is my greatest pride and
treasure. I want you to have it, for as long as you are here."
I could not say a word. A deep welling of emotion was springing up from
inside of me for this human beside me. What she was offering was her
highest honor. I gulped, and, timidly, moved toward the center of the
room. It was large. Much larger than I had at first thought. It had
everything. A Jacuzzi, a shower/ bathtub, a queen size bed. I made up
my mind. I could deal with the frills for the sake of accepting this
gift.
Later on, the woman, her name is Dralima, brought some food to my room
for me. I am apparently the only other person in the building besides
her.
"People rarely stop here." She told me, "I'm halfway between two larger
rest stops."
I decided to take a shower. I needed it badly. I was also suddenly very
tired, and needed my beauty sleep. Did I just think that? I look around
the room and laugh. Yeah, 'beauty sleep' would be the only kind one
would expect in this honeymoon-typical room.
***
As I wake, I don't know where I am. I'm confused by the afternoon light
coming through skylights onto a pink canopy above me. Then it all comes
back, and I relax. Today I go back to my adventures. I pause... This
will be the hottest part of the day. I should plan on trying to hitch a
lift.
Dramila is disappointed that I'm leaving. "Why don't you stay here a
while? The desert can be cruel." I assure her I must be leaving, and
she smiles and nods in understanding. "You will come back someday. I
will be pleased to see you."
It's very hot out here. I am thankful I have had some rest. The road is
further from the building than I remember. But, to my relief, I can see
a car in the distance. I quicken my pace, and arrive with time to spare
along the side of the road.
Now I understand there can be a reluctance to pick up a hitchhiker,
especially in the cities, but here in the desert? It's a slap in the
face when a driver accelerates past, pretending to have not seen you.
Well today, I have been slapped four times within the last two hours. I
am hot, it is beginning to get late, and I am tired and frustrated. I
consider my options carefully, and decide on the only reasonable
action.
***
"I don't understand Dramila. It's been two days! It's not the lack of
traffic... Today there must've been two, three cars an hour. I don't
understand why no one is stopping."
The old woman smiled gently, and nodded. I turned towards her. It was
odd, but I felt a sense of kinship with this woman. It's funny, a
couple of days ago, I thought she was quite ugly, but now, it's as if I
no longer see the deep lines, and haggard frame. I see past that to the
lovely person she is inside.
"Young sweet (her term for me), who can say why anyone does anything.
But, as you say, the problem is not the drivers. Perhaps it is you."
I am startled by her directness. I honestly hadn't considered that
point of view. Perhaps it was my technique. I looked toward Dramila
hopefully.
"What is it I'm doing wrong?"
She looked at me in the eyes. "All you need to do is look at yourself
in the mirror. Ask yourself 'Would I pick up someone like this?', and
then act on what your answer is."
***
I was surprised when I finally took her advice, standing in front of a
full-length mirror in my room... That is, the room I'm still staying
in, the pink one... I am just under six feet, with shaggy unkempt hair,
baggy, dirty clothes, and... My god, when did I get so hairy? No wonder
no one would stop. I look like some kind of gorilla.
So then my course of action would be... getting rid of some of this
hair, cleaning my clothes, and doing something about my hair.
Fortunately, this place is the home to Dramila, and she has agreed to
help me with my laundry. She also insists on helping me with my hair.
"It is a two person job, young sweet." She also had a spare can of
shaving cream that she is giving me. "Just be sure you look your best."
I am shaving my face in the buff as my clothes are washing elsewhere.
My eyes keep drifting down towards the rest of my body. I know my legs
and chest aren't normally in view, but man are they hairy. Finally, I
decide I just can't stand it. It's all got to go. It occurred to me
later as odd that I felt so adamant about something that never bothered
me before, but as I sat in a pink robe, waiting for my clothes, and
felt the new smoothness of my skin against the softness of the robe, I
knew I'd made the right choice.
***
Dramila comes in a few minutes later with my clothes. But she looks
mildly upset. I ask her what the matter is. "Oh, young sweet," She says
with a mournful voice, "I have made a terrible mistake." She holds up
my briefs, which are much smaller than they were when they left my
body. I am quite upset, but try not to show it. "That's alright. It
could happen to anyone. I'll just... go with nothing under my jeans."
She looks up, shocked and horrified. "Oh no you won't. I never heard
such a thought! There are limits to decency, young sweet. I'll hear no
more about it! I shall lend you some clothes myself, and that's what
you'll wear."
She marched strait to a drawer and pulls out a pair of white panties.
She puts them on top of my clothes, and then pierces me with a gaze
just daring me to decline.
It's amazing what one can do when they must. I put on those panties,
and am surprised at their comfort. With my freshly shaven body, the
smoothness of the material is cool and exquisite. I walk out of my room
and the oddness of the situation instantly disappears. Ms. Dramila is
waiting, beaming radiantly. I notice her hair is up, giving her a more
youthful demeanor, by effectively hiding her gray hair.
"Now then, my young sweet, what shall we do with that hair?"
I had already been considering this, and, though I preferred it long,
couldn't think of anything else for it. "I guess we should shorten it."
I know instantly that was not the answer she was hoping for, as her
expression hardens. "You know better than that my sweet. I will not
destroy something with so much potential. No. We will wash it
thoroughly, trim it a little..." Her voice trails off as she studies my
head. She looks at me intently. "You're going to have to trust me, my
sweet. Come now, and we will see what happens."
***
It is a long process, and I sleep through part of it. I feel very
groggy when finally Ms. Dramila rouses me. "Look here, my sweet angel"
she says, and I rise to look in the mirror. "Holy..." I blurt out.
There in the mirror is my clean shaven face, but around my head is a
unrecognizable halo of golden sunshine. I am speechless on so many
levels. The hair itself is incredible, a blonde symphony, with just the
right length, a little bounce, a gentle wave, and a perfect blending of
colors to give it a stunning natural look to it. But, of course, there
was a completely separate and demanding issue pressing in upon me. WHAT
THE HECK WAS HAPPENING HERE? I meet this person, who has me stay in a
woman's room, wearing woman's underwear, and has just given me a hair
style that, while it looks magnificent, belongs on a woman.
I turn toward Dramila slowly, trying to determine her state of mind.
She is smiling her easy, gentle smile, and looking at me laughingly
with her eyes. She chuckles as my expression comes to bear. "Oh, come
now my sweet love, you know it looks ravishing on you." I look back
into the mirror, and, despite myself, am forced to agree. "Besides, it
will do the one thing you've been wanting. It will make the motorist
stop for you." I glance at her sideways, but she is still smiling
easily. I hate to admit it but, as I resume examining myself in the
mirror, she does have a point. Besides, it wasn't like this was
permanent. I decide to keep my reservations to myself. Missus Dramila
meant well, and had taken a lot of time and effort on my behalf. I
thank her, and go to bed.
That night I dream more vividly than ever before. I am here, in this
hotel, but I am not myself. I'm in a dress, and there are many people
here, and the entire place is impossibly large. Misses Dramila is
there, but she is young and beautiful, and I am deeply anxious to serve
her every need. A gentleman suddenly is at my side. He wants me. I am
dressed completely as a female, for those among the guests that prefer
their women with something extra. There is nothing I can do but comply.
I take him to my room, still the same as it is, and I see myself lying
in the bed, still as a man. I turn around in horror, but the gentleman,
now featureless, grabs me and brings his mouth to mine.
I am suddenly awake, in a cold sweat. I can almost still taste the
lipstick I had been wearing. I climb out of bed, and turn on the
lights. It is dark out. I see myself in my mirror. I am still wearing
panties, and my new hairdo floats gently around my head. Perhaps it is
time to move on. I quietly grab my few possessions, and steal out into
the night. I feel bad that I am leaving without saying goodbye, but I
feel the urge for haste.
I find the road and begin to walk west. I should be able to cover quite
a few miles before tomorrow. At that precise moment it began to rain.
This was no light drizzle. The sheer torrents of water falling from
above were staggering. If you have ever been in a desert storm, you
will know the dread I feel growing inside me. The dry ground has
nowhere for the water to go. Very soon I would be in the deep mud and
slick torrents along side the cracked and jagged earth. I knew I had no
real choice. I had to go back.
Misses Dramila is waiting for me. She is upset. Her face clouds into a
frown. I wonder for a moment how long I have been able to read an
expression in a face so wrinkled. "You have been very foolish, my sweet
love. Just look at you. You have tracked mud and filth into my place of
business. And your hair! Perhaps you do not appreciate all I've tried
to do for you, but I expect you to maintain a certain appearance of
cleanliness in this house. You will attend to yourself immediately."
I feel odd, being a grown man ordered around so much, but I know she is
really mostly concerned for my health and well-being.
***
I have never spent so long in a warm bath before. Misses Dramila
entered the room a while ago and gave me some sweet smelling herbs for
me. They are a little more floral than I would normally use, but it was
probably the best she had. She really is very kind to me. I am taking
great pains to wash my hair thoroughly. As I reluctantly leave the
cooling water, I look into the small mirror in the bathroom. My face is
tired looking and haggard from my long day. Misses Dramila says she had
noticed, but she had an easy solution. She hands me my pink robe, and
tells me to follow.
"I have not used this set in years." She said back in my room.
She had sat me down in front of the vanity, and was showing me the
extensive makeup products she had stocked there. I am not certain where
this going, but I am not about to get her upset again by behaving
poorly. As if reading my thoughts, she regarded me coolly for a moment.
"I'll tell you what. I'll show you some basics, then why don't you try
experimenting on me. That way you'll see how effective they really
are." She turned my head to make me look at my reflection. "Because you
know your not going to be getting much action, hitchhiking, I mean, by
looking like this." I agree. Her plan sounds reasonable, and if I don't
think it's right for me, I stop.
***
That makeup set was incredible. I am still surprised how quickly I
picked it up so easily. But even more surprising is the effect those
creams and colors had on Misses Dramila. Her age seemed to just melt
away under my applicators. With a proper balance of light and dark
pigments, she seems at least half the age I am used to seeing her at.
"Wonderful, my love. You have an untapped potential here." She kissed
my forehead.
"Now, won't you allow me to repay you?"
I looked at myself again. If anything, I looked worse than before.
Maybe I could try it and see... It wouldn't be so bad. If I didn't like
it, I could wash it off.
***
"There you are my love, all finished." I had forced myself to keep my
eyes closed during the process. I felt the chair turn towards the
mirror, and I braced myself. "Alright, my lovely. Look."
I opened my eyes and gasped. I could still recognize the person
reflected back as me, but what a radical difference. My cheeks rose
high on soft, perfectly toned skin, with a gently tapering nose, and a
smooth chin. But what really caught attention was my lips. They were
full and rich: red, but soft and slightly pouting. It was only after I
could draw myself away from these beauties that I saw the most intense
alteration yet. From within a gentle frame of long, dark lashes stood
out two piercingly bright blue river stones with something else, an
almost glow behind them. A deep fire of a young passionate spirit.
"Well, my lovely angel, what do we think of it? Are we happy?"
I cannot bring myself to respond. My breath has escaped me. As if the
very act of speaking would shatter this sheer loveliness before me. I
turned toward Mistress Dramila and found her deep and reassuring eyes
probing mine.
I feel myself releasing a breath I didn't know I was holding. "It's
incredible."
Mistress Dramila smiles at me and I know I have done well. She helps me
to my feet. "We have many things left to do, my angel. We must hurry if
we are to be ready for our guests tonight."
The guests! In my distractions, I had forgotten all about them. "Don't
worry Angel, your Mistress has all things in hand."
I am relieved. I always felt better when Mistress is near. But as I
head toward the closet to begin my selection process, another thought
disturbed my blissful frame of mind. "Mistress, I will not be as
developed as some would like."
Mistress laughed, wiping away the makeup from her face, which left her
natural flawless beauty to beam forth. I find myself almost jealous at
her ability to remain perpetually young and gorgeous. "Don't worry
about your breasts, Angel, my pet. They will come in time. Besides, we
must save some for the others."
I was confused. "Others?"
Into the room steps a young woman, very heavily endowed, and not just
with her breasts. In addition, an enormous erection discloses her own
'extras' package. Mistress beckons the girl toward her. "Angel, this is
Honey."
I was mesmerized, but we greeted each other as sisters. Mistress leaves
us to get acquainted, and, as we begin to become more physically
passionate, I breathe into her ear: "Who are you?" She pulls back for a
moment and smiles. "Would you believe I built this room once, along
time ago?" I nod, but do not understand. All that is important is to
feel every inch of my new sister, and begin my attempt to become just
like her. I would have big breasts, a splendid, long shaft between my
legs, and bring pleasure for Mistress. I laugh to myself at my own odd
thoughts: "I wonder if I'll do any hitchhikers tonight?"
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