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General Mark McReynolds was nominated by President Matheson to be his new Vice
President upon the resignation of the sitting Vice President. Mark was a young
man of only 40, and his wife was only 30. He was selected, because the
President felt that he was loyal and trustworthy. The Senators agreed and
ratified his selection as the new Vice President.
Mark was decidedly happy upon hearing of his conformation, and he turned to
his wife and said, "Can you believe this? That man is so loyal to me. He made
me the number two guy in the country."
Mark's wife Beth responded, "Yes this is fantastic, this will put you in quite
a position to run for the office yourself."
Mark looked at his wife and said, "I don't want that office. I'm perfectly
content to my place in life."
Beth looked angrily at her husband. She felt that he simply did not have the
right drive that the situation called for. She felt that she was entitled to
be the wife of the major power broker, not some behind the scenes worker. Mark
and Beth entered the White House as guests of the President after the small
reception held for his conformation.
As Mark drew the bedroom doors closed, he noticed that Beth was staring at him
inquisitively.
She asked, "Why don't you want to President?"
Mark answered, "I don't want to campaign like that. You know it is just not
for me."
Beth responded irately, "You have had people killed! Are you seriously telling
that a combative election is not in your nature?"
Mark retorted, "I did that out of necessity, and not out of allusions of
grandeur."
Beth's face was enraptured as she realized and said, "Why don't you kill the
President, so that you won't have to campaign for your first term?"
Mark was shocked by her demonic words, and responded, "I am not a heartless
fiend! That man gave me every opportunity in the world, and now you want me to
strike him down! Do you seriously think I'm insane or something?"
Beth looked at his aggravated expression and stated, "You have the right
connections, and you can take him down. No one will ever know, and you will be
the President. This is our time, and our chance. You have to take it!"
Mark retorted, "It is wrong to kill outside of self defense. I think it would
be immoral to kill for anything else."
"You killed and sent many men to death in battle. Are you sure it was always
in self defense? Either way, you were decisive then, and you should be
decisive now!"
"War is war, but I cannot kill a man out of desire for power," Mark responded
to her pleas.
Beth screeched at him, "Then you are a fool," as she stormed out. She walked
through the streets of Washington D.C. with her security detail not far from
her side. She stared at the spring's yielding of the new cherry blossoms, and
she thought, 'new life is so wondrous.'
As she made her way off of the main streets she saw a shop unlike any she had
ever seen. Underneath an arch in its red brick frame rested a window that
advertised, "The only thing constant is change, so take hold of your new
life."
Beth thought 'what an intriguing statement.' She had to know who placed it
there. She turned to her guards and said, "I'm going into this shop alone, you
guys wait out here."
One agent protested, "Were not supposed to leave you alone Madam." Beth stared
back at him, "If you want to keep this detail job, I suggest you back down
now!"
He moved aside quickly as Beth made her way through the door.
She was greeted by an old woman at the counter who stated, "Good evening Beth,
I suppose you want me to give you what you need?"
Beth stood aghast, "What do you think I need?"
"Power," she answered.
Beth knew immediately that this was no ordinary women, "How could you give me
power?"
"I cannot give you power, just the means to seize it," she retorted.
Beth was compelled by her own emotions to ask further, "What do we have to do
to get it?"
The women answered, "You have to give me a thousand dollars for the pleasure,
and I'll give you the power to take control of your husband."
Beth responded curiously, "The money's no problem, but my husband will not
listen to reason about this. How can I get him to change his mind?"
"Become him," she responded.
Beth was taken aback, "How?"
She answered, "With this amulet you can seize his body. It will allow you one
chance to take his body. Take it, and do what you have to do."
Beth saw her future in that amulet. "I'll take it, but how do I know that it
will work?"
"If you find it doesn't work you can return it, but I assure you it works. I
must also warn you that you that your actions will have consequences that you
will not anticipate. In addition, you should also take this Ephedra and place
it in the president's food. It will cause a bad reaction with his heart
medication," she said with a smile.
Beth took the smile as a sign of warmth, and dropped a credit card onto the
counter. The old women ran it through, and wished her luck as Beth exited the
building.
Beth and her security detail hurried back to the White House. She went to her
bedroom and awaited Mark's arrival.
Around 2 A.M. he stumbled into bed and drifted asleep. Beth crawled out of bed
and took hold of the amulet. As she stared down at her sleeping husband, she
whispered, "I wish I had my husband Mark's body."
She looked down at her now male frame, and saw her husband sleeping in her old
body in his old clothes. Beth knew that this would make for an interesting
morning, yet she still went to sleep.
Mark woke up first and greeted the sun entering his bedroom windows. As he
turned his head back towards the front of his body something felt different.
He felt as if his head was being weighted down. He grabbed hold of his hair.
It was long! 'Something is seriously wrong', Mark screamed in his head. He
drew his hands down to his face they were small and had long painted
fingernails. Mark finally looked down in a panic and saw two breasts staring
back up at him. He screamed in his womanly voice.
The scream woke Beth who rolled on top of him and placed her hand over his
mouth.
A secret service guard yelled in asking, "Is everything alright sir?"
Beth answered, "We are fine. The Mrs. just had a bad dream."
Beth then turned to her husband and said, "Look honey, I told you had to take
this chance, but you rejected it. Well I am not going to let you do that. I
have your body now, and nothing can change that, so you better learn to live
with this. Oh, and don't even think about telling anyone that you were ever a
man, because they will just think your crazy."
Mark stared up at her and knew every word she said was true. He was stuck in
her body, and he knew he had no chance or return. She took her hand off his
lips, and he said with tears in his eyes, "Honey, how could you do this to
me?"
She retorted, "Because I needed to that's why. Now get ready to eat
breakfast."
Mark watched as Beth threw on his old clothes and made her way out of the
room. She had left him alone to piece together an outfit, and to figure out
how she got ready each morning.
He figured he would shower to help get his mind of his situation. He wasn't
sure what shampoo she used, so he grabbed hold of her shower cap and placed it
on. He stood nude as he entered the shower. He looked down and the realness of
the situation overcame him as tears rolled through his eyes. He knew that he
had a vagina, but it was not until he saw it that he realized what it really
meant. He was now a woman in the world's eyes. He turned on the water and was
shocked by the feeling of the water on his skin. It was so much more
sensitive, and the water sent sensations throughout his body.
He finished scrubbing up and wrapped a towel around the top of his body. He
walked to their suitcase and pulled out a pair of nude pantyhose and a beige
bra. He picked up the bra and tried to put it on first. He fit the front
around his breasts and tried to catch the hooks. However, he couldn't get it.
After the third try he almost felt like giving up, but he collected himself
and really pulled the bra against his chest as he pulled the straps as
mightily as his dainty arms would let him. He reached and caught the hooks.
"Yes!" he screamed in delight. He then started to go about placing on his
hosiery.
He placed his leg into the right leg of the pantyhose and tried to work his
leg down into it, but he noticed that it ran the hose. He looked down
dejected. He figured that maybe he was doing something wrong. This time he
figured that he would both legs down at the same time, and that this would fix
the problem. Mark started to work both legs down the stockings, and the silk
felt so smooth and seductive on his skin, but alas he found tears running up
both his legs. He started to sulk. He was at a loss, then he figured 'Maybe if
I rolled it up like Beth also did and work the pantyhose up my leg, rather
than trying to force down my foot into the hose.'
Mark tried once again, and felt the silk climb his leg and felt it cling to
his skin. He checked himself and then giggled with excitement as he realized
that he hadn't torn the pair.
Now he set out to the closet were his wives outfits were placed. She only had
two skirt suits in the closet, so this was not a hard choice. He grabbed her
beige skirt and jacket combo. He placed the skirt on first, and then grabbed a
white blouse out and threw it on, and after that placed on the jacket.
He looked down and saw that his wife had brought three pairs of black
stilettos. This was not the best of choices for him, but he figured, 'at least
this makes this an easy choice.' He reached down and grabbed the pumps and put
them on. He nearly fell over after his first step, but he caught himself
against the wall. The heels felt so awkward to him, it almost felt like he was
walking with a nail stuck into his heel. It took some careful balance, but he
was able to press his heel down and get the rest of his foot down with each
step. He figured he might as well get this embarrassment out in private rather
than in public.
He reached the bathroom and grabbed Beth's brush and he began brushing his
long brown hair until it had a nice shine to it. As he finished he checked the
clock and realized that it took over an hour to brush his hair. He then
grabbed her makeup purse and was overjoyed as he remembered that his wife was
a natural beauty and only wore lipstick and mascara. He figured that at least
he didn't have to spend hours on his makeup.
He started with the mascara. After hitting himself in the eye, and having to
wash it out and start again, he figured it out and got it done. He then
started with the pink lipstick to better success.
As he finished applying the last of his lipstick, he heard screaming and
ambulance sirens blaring. He ran to the door and asked his guard, "What's
going on?"
The guard replied somberly, "The president had a heart attack during breakfast
with your husband."
Mark replied, "Excuse me," as he closed the door behind and cried into his
bed.
'She had done it, she killed him', he thought. Mark was distraught. 'They'll
catch her and I'll be a pariah for life', he thought. Mark cleaned himself up
and opened the door.
The guard looked him in the face and said, "Madam, the president died. There
about to swear your husband in at the hospital. We are going to take you there
now."
Mark nodded and walked unfamiliarly in his heels. He nearly fell over multiple
times, because he couldn't get the walking motion right. The guards just
figured that the new first lady was so grief stricken that she couldn't walk
correctly.
They placed him in the limo and speed off. Mark couldn't avoid feeling
helpless as he stared out the window of that limo that was whisking him into
yet another major change in his life. He was uncontrollably worried about what
he would be required to do as the first lady. He was shaking by the time they
reached the hospital. They helped him into the private lobby, and he sat with
the former first lady as they swore in Beth as the new president. With the
ceremony completed, the ex- first lady departed, and Mark was left alone in
silence with Beth.
Mark broke the silence between them, "You did it! How could you?"
"This was our chance, and I took it, because you were too much of a woman to
take it. Well now we got the roles corrected here."
"I was a real man. You just poisoned him like a coward. You didn't even have
the balls to kill him like the man."
"My balls are quite large and present! How are yours Beth?" She said
mockingly.
Mark stood there stunned.
Beth continued, "Look Beth it would be in both of our best interests to keep
your mouth shut, and be the good wife that I will require in this position.
Smile for the cameras and dress immaculately. With a face like that you're
going to be a media princess in your new position."
Those statements drew tears to Mark's eyes. He realized that he had gone from
a strong military man to a pretty diminutive woman. Beth reached her arm
around Mark and helped him out the door. Mark realized that Beth's powerful
arms were keeping him upright and that the press was photographing their every
move.
They headed back to the White House under new circumstances. Mark had no idea
of what would be expected of him now.
In the weeks that followed the funeral procession, Mark got used to wearing
dresses and other fashionable clothing, because that was all that Beth owned.
Mark did have a hard time dealing with his new duties. He never realized how
many functions the first lady had to attend. The reserved Mark now had to go
out on stage and talk about women's issues. He had to speak about breast
cancer, and the glass ceiling. He spoke before the League of Women voters and
the DAR about the importance of women in government. He also had to appear
various fundraisers. He dealt well with most of the members of the White
House, and he enjoyed their company, because Beth had to spend so much of her
time away from him. He particularly became close with Michael Hanks, the ex-
Senator Mark appointed Vice President. Mark liked having him around, which was
a good thing because Beth had demanded his constant presence in the White
House. Then three months after Beth became President, Mark and Michael's
relationship seemed to take a turn.
One late afternoon Michael walked into Mark's office.
Michael said to Mark, "Beth do you have a moment to talk?"
Mark replied, "For you of course."
"I need a woman's opinion. My wife has been ignoring me since I got appointed
here. She claims that I don't give her enough attention, so she is just
returning the favor. What do you think I should do?"
Mark answered, "I guess you should give her more attention."
"I would, but I just don't have the time. How do you and the President deal
with the different hours you keep?"
Mark responded, "Mark just ignores me, and leaves me to do my own things. It
gets quiet lonely here by myself."
Michael said, "I can relate."
Mark looked up longingly at Michael. A rush of female hormones began to cloud
his judgment. He felt so good at that moment. He hadn't been talked to on a
personal level since he was a man. Michael brushed Mark's hand, but both
recoiled from their intentions. Michael quickly excused himself from the room
and Mark was alone again.
Beth had taken to the President's tasks more successfully and professionally.
She was a chatty woman, and her conversational skills vastly surpassed Mark's.
This was apparent during her press conferences. The press was shocked and
delighted to find that the reserved former General was now this forthcoming
and charming as president. One paper wrote that, "It is wonderful to have a
president who does not hide behind a press secretary." She was naturally
suited for dealing with the press, and Mark couldn't help but envy her for it.
However, Beth was making powerful enemies. She did not replace the cabinet
members from the Matheson administration. There were rumors going around the
White House cabinet that the new president had a hand in Matheson's death, but
they had no proof. Additionally, Beth was making absurd demands on Huddy the
FBI commissioner. She told him to investigate her political enemies, some of
which were friends of the FBI head. She was damn near authoritarian with her
cabinet. They had enjoyed relative autonomy under Matheson, and Beth's heavy
handed demands that it could only be done her way aggravated them. Vice
President Hanks was well aware of this discontent, and had begun to wonder if
there was any truth to the theory that Matheson was killed by Beth.
Beth was aware of these theories and was becoming unstable. She paced around
her office until late in the night, and was becoming even more authoritarian.
She badly desired complete obedience to quell these rumors; however, they just
made them more believable. Whenever she came to bed Mark felt as is if she was
becoming more distant.
Mark couldn't continue on like that, and he decided that night he would try to
engage for the first time in a month. As Beth strolled in, he looked at her
and said, "Beth what's troubling you?"
Beth retorted, "Its Mr. President, and nothing is bothering me!"
Mark prodded further, "Please tell me honey. I'm getting so lonely without you
around. You don't talk to me, and I can never be myself in this body."
Beth responded coldly, "Your acting like yourself now. A whiny pampered
bitch!"
Mark furiously retorted, "That's not right, you shouldn't?" as he was cut of
by Beth, "Mark you may be my wife now, but I am not above belting you!"
Mark cowered in fear. He knew how strong his old body was, and he knew how
weak he now was. Mark said nothing and shivered beside Beth as she drifted to
sleep.
The next morning Mark got up and met with Michael in her office.
He got up to meet him as he entered, "Hello Mrs. McReynolds."
Mark smiled at him and said, "Hello Michael, how are you?"
"I'm good Beth. How are you?"
Mark replied, "I am little nervous about the President. He seems even more
distracted and angry."
Michael looked on concerned, "What did he say?"
"He made a vague threat against me."
Michael said with a hint of anger, "What kind of threat?"
"He threatened to hit me, but I don't think he would do it."
Michael whispered to him, "Don't worry about him, I'll protect you."
Mark felt more comfortable with Michael, than he did with anyone else. He was
also feeling sexually charged. He wanted to have sex, and his body was telling
him he wanted a real man. Mark placed a kiss on Michael's lips.
Michael knew this wrong. He was about to cheat on his wife with the
president's, but she was so vulnerable and sexy. He started to massage Mark's
breasts. Mark felt excitement rush through his body in a way that he never
could imagine. Michael threw Mark down on the couch and began to undue his
pants as Mark began to draw down his panty hose. Michael pushed up Mark's
skirt and began to push in. Mark felt the tip of Michael's penis enter his
vagina. The rhythmic pushes that followed threw Mark's mind for a whirl. He
moaned as he felt a new kind of pleasure. Then he felt the explosion, and
Michael pulled out. Michael couldn't believe what he had just done. He had
cummed into the first lady. Mark too was in shock. He couldn't believe that he
had sex with a man, and worst of all had enjoyed it.
Mark went to ask Michael a question, but was stopped by Michael who reached
down and kissed him, and said, "I'll take care of everything."
Mark felt safer at that moment then he had since he was a man. Michael was the
man he needed to protect him. This thought sickened him, because he was once
twice the man Michael was, but he new that Michael was more of a man than
Beth. Michael excused himself from the room, and was met with an odd stare by
one of Beth's staffers. He brushed it aside and walk down the corridor.
Beth came to bed that night the same as she did every night. However, she
looked more disheveled than usual.
Beth slinked into bed and looked to meet Mark's glance.
"Mark your up. Good. What the hell is wrong with you? You cheating bitch! How
could you sleep with that?"
"I did it, because he doesn't ignore me!"
Beth threw herself on top of him. "Is this what you want? You want to be
treated like harlot? Then maybe I'll just give it to you now!"
"No!" Mark screamed.
The scream drew Beth back to her senses and she rolled off him, too aware of
what she knew she was prepared to do at that moment.
Beth looked back at Mark, "I'm never letting you see him again. That's your
punishment." She just rolled over and gave Mark a cold shoulder as they both
went to sleep.
Beth's behavior was even more erratic as President. Beth had cut off
communication with the press. Her weekly press conferences ceased, and she
became reclusive, never leaving the oval office. She heard bits and pieces of
some plot. She had to know what it was, but she trusted no one.
The next morning, Beth walked out of the backdoor of the White House and fled
down the street towards the shop were she had bought that cursed amulet.
Voices began to scream in her head to run faster and don't look up. She
reached the shop and went inside.
She walked up to the smiling old women and demanded, "I need you to tell me
about the plot!"
The women smiled back, "You have nothing to fear. Those who plot against you
will have justice done. Now my child, go back to your home."
Back at the White House, Mark approached Beth's scrambling security detail,
"Where is my husband?" he asked inquisitively.
They responded that they didn't know.
Mark ran until he found one of the president's aides, Farnsworth, and asked,
"Where is my husband."
Farnsworth smiled back, "He's out my lady. Perhaps he needs to clear his
head."
Mark just nodded and headed back to their bedroom. He silently rocked on his
bed while he waited for Beth to come home.
At the same time, Beth left the shop with a smile and felt content. She
believed that she was safe for another day. She started to stroll home. As she
rounded the corner on the block that lead to Pennsylvania Avenue, she was
suddenly surprised by a sound. The secret service was charging her and she
figured they were doing their job. Then she felt a piercing feeling in her
chest. She started to fall writhing in pain, but was put down by another shot
to the head.
Mark feared for the worse as he heard ambulances pull up outside of the fence.
He heard a knock at the door, and Michael entered with a slightly somber
expression on his face. Mark knew what he was about to say and broke into
tears.
"There there Beth, it will be alright. They say that he didn't suffer."
Mark sniffled, "Uh huh."
"Beth, plenty of people care for you. We won't let you fall by the wayside. We
will help you with anything you need."
Just then Farnsworth opened the door, and said, "Mrs. Reynolds the limos
outside to drive you to the hospital."
Michael helped him up and helped keep Mark's trembling body steady. The two
entered the Limo with Michael's wife and set off for the hospital. As the limo
speed off, all Mark could do was contemplate life as a young widow, soon to
find himself with child.
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