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DESTINATION JAPAN CHAPTER 5 Paris, sweet Paris, one of the main cities in Europe and a place where a lot of people dream of coming. I had travelled a lot of miles since flying out of Japan, now I found myself in Paris. I was used to looking my best, but to look the part of an american backpacker, I had to look the part. Upon my arrival in Paris two nights ago, I had found an apartment to stay in for a while, I had seen it advertised in one of the many papers and had seen to it immediately. One room was available in the three bedroom apartment near the Eiffel Tower. The backpackers in the other rooms really needed someone so when I gave them a thousand euro's, I was accepted immediately. Waking up to the sound of traffic, voices and the scent of fresh foods, I walked to the window and looked out. Paris was a city of contrasts, the old and the new. The French only seem arrogant because every foreigner that comes there expects them to speak fluent English. If you take the time to learn some French and try to speak it, they will appreciate the effort and not hate you for it. Walking out of my room to the kitchen in the knit pants and knit stripe singlet that I had bought soon after arriving, I saw two of my flatmates already making breakfast, if you can call it that. Damon and Aaron were both from the US, both were from Indiana on a world trip. That's what they told me but they had found Paris too good to move on from, and a month after arriving, they were still here. Damon stared freely at my breasts as I opened up the fridge. I was used to that, Aaron did the same but hid it better. I'd have done the same thing in his place. "So, who are you seeing tonight, and does she have a boyfriend you don't know about?" I asked Aaron as I made myself a coffee to wake myself up with. "That happened one time Beth, one time, I still don't know how he found this place, or why he left in such a hurry when he forced his way into your room," he said as I sipped my coffee and felt more awake already. "It was nothing, I merely told him that if he ever came back and interrupted my sleep, I would break his tibia, fibula and scapula, in that order," I told him as he nearly dropped his breakfast, "but be careful next time," I added as I made a more proper breakfast and went out to the balcony to enjoy it while looking out at the city spread out before me. After finishing breakfast, I had a cool shower and got changed into a satin bra and panty set, jeans, sneakers and a black and grey t shirt. My black leather jacket went over it as I opened the bathroom door to let in Andrea, who was in the second bedroom of the apartment. As she used the toilet I brushed my dyed auburn hair back and applied a light coat of make up, not too much as I didn't need to. Leaving the apartment, I went down to the ground floor and headed towards the Eiffel Tower. A symbol of France, it dominates the skyline and is the highest point that you can look from. I stayed up it for nearly an hour, then went back down and took in some more sites, the Arc De Triumph, Notre Dame, even the Louvre. I made my day count and came back in time to go out with my flatmates for a night of partying. With so many backpackers there, mainly americans, its no wonder that its party central, so many places to party and hang out. Having changed into a black satin minidress and knee high leather boots, I kept up with them and partied into the night. My flatmates had this down to a fine art, but didn't know enough French, that was where I came in. As I spoke it fluently, I ordered for us and was their translator. I got them back to the apartment most nights and fended off passes by other backpackers as well as French natives. As I was one of the few in the apartment who could actually cook, I did a lot of the cooking. The open market at Rue Cler had everything you could want, I bought and the guys carried everything, I thought that was fair enough. Usually when you ran low on money, you went home or called home to get your parents to wire you some more. Damon and Aaron did neither, they just stretched it out and made it last. In their opinion, when you ran low on money, it only made your trip more interesting. Most days I went out of Paris, you had to. I travelled to a lot of out of the way places, Cubjac, Marseille, Aix en Providence, even Saint Remy. France was a country with a long history, but lax speeding laws, they drive like maniacs there. As much as I was enjoying myself, my supply of euro's were gone and my pounds stirling was starting to run low as well. Two months after arriving in France, I knew I had to move on, next stop, New York. I had been Bethany Carson since arriving in China, now it was time to discard that passport and identity. On arriving at Charles de Gaulle airport, I took out my last passport, who I would be for the rest of my days. According to my passport, I was now Alyssa Devereau, from Louisiana. As Louisiana had once been held by the French until being sold by Napoleon in 1804. The territory had a lot of French history and old families. Alyssa Devereau was an orphan, most of her family having died when she was young. Using that identity to leave france actually made sense. Once I got to New York, I could get access to the account set up for me by Miyoshi and go somewhere else, anywhere I wanted. Having changed into a short sleeved grey t shirt, a black pinafore dress with a pleated skirt, black leggings, 3in sling back heels and my fav leather jacket, I checked in and bought a one way business class plane ticket to JFK airport. Checking in my main bag, I watched it go through and knew that no alarms would go off. Going through to my designated gate, I sat down and waited. Idly letting one of my sling back heels dangle from my toes, I glanced around and noticed the stares I was getting. Recrossing my legs, I took out a magazine and began to read it while I waited for them to announce my flight. After an hour of waiting, they called my flight and I boarded it. Swaying my hips as I walked, I walked sensuously and flawlessly down to the plane and too my seat in first class, the only way to fly. Sitting back, I accepted a champagne flute from one of the flight attendants and settled down for the 9 hour flight to New York. I kept mostly to myself during the flight. Every movement I made was feminine and perfect, as I had been trained well. I got some sleep during the flight and woke up just before the plane landed. I departed the plane and went through and took my place in the long lines leading to the customs booths. I could only hope my passport would be accepted. After letting the officer take it, then let him take my photo and scan my fingerprint, I expected red flags or alarms, but he gave my passport back to me and thanked me. I could only assume that some kind of Trojan horse program was in that let certain people move around with no barriers was in place. It explained why I was let through like I did. After collecting my bag, I took a taxi to the Waldorf Astoria hotel. Stepping out of the taxi, one of the staff smoothly took my bag from the trunk and carried it in after me as I walked into the lobby. I heard the constant, sexy click of my heels on the marble floor as I asked for a suite. Paying cash ensured that I was offered an available suite and took the elevator up to one of the top floors. Tipping the attendant as he brought my bag in, I let loose and jumped onto the bed. Here I was in one of the best cities in the world, footloose and fancy free, sex and the city here I come. I ordered room service and watched as many movies as I could as I relaxed on the bed in my lingerie. I stayed up late into the night and fell asleep with the TV on. Daylight woke me the next morning and reminded me of what I had to do today. Changing into a pair of hip hugger jeans, a black racer back singlet, my leather jacket from last night and a pair of 3in ankle boots from my bag, I stood in front of the bathroom mirror and brushed my freshly washed hair down my back and put it into a long braid as I had most days that I had been female for. Opening up my make up bag, I applied foundation, lipstick, eyeshadow, mascara and a slight blush to my cheeks. Running a tube of lip gloss across my lips, I smiled as I judged myself ready to face the world, then picked up my shoulder back with my cash, passport and other items in it and left my room. Taking the elevator downstairs, I was made aware that I was dressed differently to everyone else. I ignored them as best I could and caught a taxi to the closest Chase Manhattan bank branch, where the account set up for me was. As I walked into the bank, I walked up the steps and moved to the nearest available teller. I gave her the account number and type, as well as the reason that I was there. I was quickly taken to one of the available desks and sat down in front of it. I gave him the account number, then the ID number that was on the paper as well. I then gave him my passport which he checked, then handed back to me. I had no idea how much money he had put away for me, but I saw the subtle widening of the account managers eyes as he saw what was on the screen. "Ms Devereau, your account balance here stands at 33.5 million dollars, how much would you like to withdraw today," he said to me as I held onto the armrests of my chair. 33.5 million dollars, Miyoshi was right, it was enough to live off for the rest of my days, he really had set me up nicely. "I.. Umm.. I'll take a hundred thousand dollars now, I have some plans to make, and shopping as well," I told him as I crossed my long legs and leaned back, showing off more of my breasts. I stayed there for a few more hours, transferring money into new accounts and arranging several credit cards. Never once did he doubt that I had any right to the money, I had the account number, my name was accepted, and the 6 digit id number I had given him was clearly on the screen. When I finally left the bank, with 4 new credit cards and 33 million dollars richer, I took a taxi to Donna Karan, where many new york career women shopped. I gave my new credit card a work out as I bought several jacket/skirt suits, blouses, several new figure hugging dresses, whatever I thought I would need. After that, I made my way to Jeffery New York, another clothing store, but one that sold high end designer clothing. I bought several more pairs of heels, mainly prada heels using my new credit cards. It felt good to be free and able to shop like this. I had an early dinner, then returned to the hotel wearing one of the business style skirts and jackets. A cream colour, a silk blouse and matching 3in heels completed my look. I looked more sophisticated and not so.. Common, was the word that came to mind, not that I minded that. I took advantage of the Waldorf Astoria's spa and beauty treatments during the next few days. I enjoyed the spa's there, full body massages, manicures and pedicures. They gave me chocolates and cappachinos while I was relaxing. I always tipped well and left feeling alive again. I was treated like a high flying guest here, and the concierge arranged several tours for me to enable to me to see New York for what it was, a city where anything is possible. I could live here, but not now. If I was being chased, this was the first city they would look for me. Two days before I was due to go, I talked to the concierge and got him to arrange a flight from New York to Miami. Id always wanted to go there and now I could. Wearing one of the jacket/ skirt suits I had bought earlier, I checked out and tipped the concierge well before I left. If I did return, he would remember me and give me preferential service. Sitting in the back of the limo as I was driven to Newark airport, I crossed my long legs and idly played with the hem of my skirt as I reflected on how far I had come, what I had become. From tourist to assassin to wealthy single woman who was free of that lifestyle. Every item of clothing on me reflected my female status, from the constriction of my bra to my silk blouse, my thigh high stockings, 4in heels, my ladies watch and rings, even the earrings dangling from my earlobes, all reminders of how the world saw me. I made my way through the airport to where the private planes took off from. It was an 8 seater private jet that could be rented. The concierge had arranged it and I had paid for it the next day. Walking out to it, I took in the subtle tap of my heels as I reached it and slipped into it. Sitting down in the closest seat, I accepted a glass of champagne from the flight attendant and crossed my legs again as the plane began to taxi onto the runway. Before long, I was in the air and heading south. Smiling as I was flown towards Florida, I was served as if I was a rich heiress or trophy wife. The flight was over just as I was starting to enjoy it. I exited and found a limo waiting for me. Thanking the driver, I sat in the back as he drove me from the airport to my hotel. I talked to him and told him to play whatever music he would normally play. Being Cuban, he played a lot of very good music from the radio. He was knowledgable and knew the city. He had a girlfriend who he was seeing and was trying to work up the nerve to propose to her. I told him to pluck up the courage, as life was short. Parking in front of the Biltmore Hotel, I swung my legs out and stood to take in the obvious glamour of the hotel. Checking in didn't take too long. I was booked into one of the best rooms for a week and didn't intent to spend most of it here in the hotel. Not long after I was taken up to my room, I changed into a very sexy bikini I had bought and tested out the pool there, the worlds largest. Diving into the pool, I swam and surfaced when I ran low on air. Relaxing on fold out chairs and reading newspapers were wealthy men and women, most of which probably had more money than sense. They talked about banking, trips, fashions, a lot of frivolous things, in my humble opinion anyway. I spent most of my time away, up at Disneyworld, the florida everglades. I wandered the beaches and various suburbs, good and bad ones. Having watched a lot of episodes of CSI Miami, I smiled whenever I found a particular spot I had seen in an episode. Some nights I spend in nightclubs, I made sure I was wearing something very sexy and made up to perfection, so I was let in. I graced the outside bouncers with a kiss before I entered, always. It wasn't long until I had made friends, rich girls, heiresses, party girls, they invited me to private parties, got me backstage to even more places, I made sure I got around and stayed at a lot of places. It wasn't long before I had male suitors after me, they took me to lunches, dinners, inviting me back to their apartments or mansions. Being a mans date and girlfriend wasn't new to me. I was something different, exotic, there was something about me that just drew them to me. I dated several before I stayed with one, his name was Alan, he had a mansion on star island and had inherited a lot of money from his family. He managed it and invested it, making his own fortune. I knew about fortunes and was happy to be with him, he was good to me and treated me right. After he had taken me out for a ride in his cigarette boat, and let me drive it for a while, which I really enjoyed, I took a swim in his pool while he worked on his laptop and watched me. I was settling down here nicely and swam from one end to the other in a new, revealing bikini I had bought. I had offered to pay rent, to take him out for a meal, something, but he insisted on having me here and paying for everything. I think he just liked having someone else on his property as he was a bit on the shy side. Slipping out of the water, I dried myself off with a towel and walked inside to make a drink, making one for him as well, I walked out with them and sat down next to him to offer it. As he took it, I glanced at the screen. I knew a lot about finances and business and was soon giving him advice and tips. In a way, he reminded me of Miyoshi. My tips paid off and he was soon after me for more financial tips, I was only too happy to offer them. As much as I liked him, and florida, I couldn't stay here, it wasn't out of the way enough. I had been with him for 2 months but it was time to move on again. After a last night of hanging off the ceiling, screaming until the neighbours call the cops style sex, I rose and changed into a very sexy storm and ebony printed silk dress, a black velvet wrap top, a black contour bra and panty set, my fav thigh high silk stockings and a pair of black leather ankle boots. As he drove me to the airport, I knew he wouldn't forget me. He walked me in and stayed with me until we reached customs.. Wrapping his arms around me, he held me up and kissed me, my breasts were pressed against his chest as we kissed. Leaning up on tiptoes to nibble on his ear, I kissed him again, then reluctantly parted ways and went through the metal detectors. I would miss him but he would find someone else to make him happy, he was the type that would find someone better than me. My scheduled flight took me to Vancouver. From there, I caught another one to Anchorage, out of the way and secluded, but would it be the sanctuary I was looking for. Not long after arriving, I booked into a hotel and began to look for a place I could buy, or buy, tear down and rebuild. I found such a place on the outskirts of Anchorage, close enough to town but still close to nature if I wanted to get up close and personal. Within a week, I had bought it and had the house torn down. I talked to a few builders before deciding on one and told him what I wanted. I decided on a two storey home, four bedrooms and two bathrooms, with a theatre, loft studio and a sitting upstairs with balcony. After that, I decided on the back garden, the floorboards, kitchen, I decided on everything and left nothing to chance. They gave me a quote and timetable, which I found acceptable and gave them a cheque right then. I stayed long enough to finalise things, then booked myself on some treks that went through Canada and Alaska. We camped and hiked our way across the continent, taking in the rough beauty of the continent, we even did some white water rafting down the Frasier River. I checked in on the progress of the building from time to time and by the time I returned, the house had been built and the garden in the back planted and set up. I could only smile when I was shown the garden, a Zen style garden had been set up, water features and appropriate plants. To one side was the alfresco area, designed as I had planned it. The bathroom had the marble curved vanity, the claw foot antique style bathtub and everything else I had reordered for it. The furniture I had ordered was to be delivered today so I waited, then directed where I wanted them put. My bedroom got a king size iron wrought bed, dressers, several framed prints, enlarged photos of my travels across Canada and alaska. A mirror was hung over my bed a set of shelves along one wall held things I had bought or collected on my travels. On the dresser I put a vase of orchids, for the subtle scent and because they would last. I decorated the second bedroom but left the others empty for now. Making my first meal ever in the house on the marble benches in the extensive kitchen, I settled down on one of the leather couches in the lounge room and turned on the 106cm plasma tv set against one wall. Curling my legs underneath me, I relaxed and watched some of the local channels. The next day I got up early and had a bath in the bathtub. Adding some scented oils to the water, I savored the warm water and got myself ready for today. Washing my sensual body and long midnight black tresses, I stepped out of the tub and dried myself off. Walking through to the bedroom, I got changed into my black and silver corset, one that I had brought with me from Japan, then the matching panties and jade ? sleeve shirt. Stepping into a black knee length wool skirt, I zipped it up behind me and buttoned it up, then slipped my feet into a pair of 2in heeled leather boots. Applying a light coat of make up, I braided my long hair behind me and put the strap of my shoulder bag over my shoulder. My first stop was to an Audi caryard, where I paid cash for two cars, an audi Q7, a 7 seat SUV, then an Audi A4 2.0 sedan. $132,000 dollars later, I drove the sedan home while someone else drove my new SUV into my garage. Whatever else you may say about the germans, they know how to make precision cars. I still had a lot of money in my accounts so I made sure I gave a few million to local charities while I was here. I began jogging in the morning to keep fit. I wasn't jet setting around doing Miyoshi's bidding anymore so I had to do something. I became a regular sight among the neighbours, jogging along in my racer back singlet, ? length tights and runners, or short sleeved tshirt, track pants and joggers when it was colder. I had finished designing my house, then the inside. I found my choices were what I normally would have if I was still male, but with a more feminine touch. I got to know the neighbours and was invited to quite a few BBQs and birthdays. I told anyone who asked that I was a recent divorcee who had moved here for a change of scenery, they have no reason to doubt me. One of my neighbours ran a chain of florist shops and offered me a job there. I didn't need the money but I did need the company. I spent most days there serving customers, arranging flowers and writing calligraphy in the cards attached to flowers that we sent out. Flower arranging and calligraphy had been asian arts that I had excelled at and my skills were soon noticed by customers and my employer. Before I knew it, a year had passed, I was well known in certain circles, but I didn't have anyone close to me, to be with. I had taken lovers and gone with them on hikes, but I hadn't found one that I could spend the rest of my life with. That was to change. Someone at one of the community colleges had seen my calligraphy in a card sent from the florist and came in wanting to offer me a job there teaching calligraphy two nights a week. The pay was good enough and id be able to teach part of what I had learned, so I accepted. I had no diploma or certificate in teaching calligraphy, but a brief demonstration of my skills was all it took for them to give me the job. About half of the students I taught were good at it, some were better and some had the skills to make some serious money from it. I was a patient teacher and taught them well. Not long after that, I was offered a job as an aide to the teacher that taught Japanese at the University of Alaska. Someone at one of the parties I had been at had overhead me speaking it and had referred me to them. I was apprehensive about it, but, if I didn't use my Japanese language skills, I would lose them, so I accepted their offer. I took to the job with enthusiasm and it was from that that I met my Frasier river guide, Alan, again. After finishing a lesson on Friday afternoon, I walked from the lecture room at the university and stopped as I saw him standing in the hallway. Wearing a satin lined black wool skirt, white blouse and black patent leather 5in pumps, I presented a different look to then, when I was in mountain designs gear before the white water rafting, and during the rafting when I was furiously paddling and soaked, but loving every minute of it. I maintained an impeccable appearance and walked up to him from behind. "Hello stranger," I said to him as he was turning away from the person he was talking to. "Wow, Alyssa right, you look different, very different. Don't look so surprised, I remember people who are thrown out of rafts and climb back in eager for more," he said to me as I was surprised that he would remember me. "So what are you doing here, giving swimming lessons," he added as I slung my bag over my shoulder. "Me, no, I help to teach Japanese here three days a week, it helps to keep busy, otherwise id be bored," I told him as he appraised me. "Well, you do look amazing, are you doing anything now," he asked me as students passed by us. "No, im not, I was about to drive home, unless you have a better offer for me, five dollars, coffee and conversation," I told him as he walked me from the university to a caf? that was close by. We sat and talked for what felt like hours. Sitting with my long legs crossed, I flirted with him without realising it and learned a lot more about him. He worked for the parks and wildlife service. He didn't have a set place here to live, he was on the move a lot. He felt smothered in the big city and couldn't live in it. I couldn't live directly in a big city either, but for a very different reason. I drove him to the friends house that he was staying at here, near where I lived. Before he got out, I told him where I lived and that he should come over for dinner sometime. A month later, he called me up to respond to the invite. I told him to be over that night at 7pm and made sure I looked my best. After taking a long bath, I made sure I used a scented soap and bath oils to smell as sweet as possible, then rose to dry myself and get changed into a black halter neck knit dress and 3in heeled sandals. I worked on a meal I knew he would like and had it ready when 7pm came. Right on 7pm I heard his knock on the door. Quickly walking out from the kitchen, I checked my appearance in the mirror near the door, then walked to the door and opened it up. From the look on his face, I knew that he liked what he saw. In his place, I would have liked what id seen as well. Not surprised to see a selection of orchids in his hands, which he then offered to me, I thanked him then went up on tiptoes to kiss him as he walked in. I guided him to the lounge room and told him to wait while I got things ready. After setting the table, I glanced into the lounge room to see him reading one of the magazines on the coffee table, the ones that men would never admit to reading, and hide when they know they've been seen reading them. The orchids went into a fresh vase of water as I had him sit at the table. He was soon his feet helping me to carry in the various plates and utensils. We shared a bottle of wine and were soon tucking into dinner. As we ate, I learned a lot more about him and told him my edited history, Alyssa's history anyway. He listened and seemed to like what he heard. We took our time over dinner, then I showed him the gardens. As he was a big nature lover, he was impressed by the set up and had me sit down next to him on one of the benches on the back patio. His lips soon found mine and kissed me, softly at first, then more passionately. I soon returned his kisses and was flat on my back on the bench as he held me. His fingers undid the straps behind my neck, letting the dress fall down over my breasts. Sliding it down, he rubbed and pinched my nipples to make them swell up, then suckled gently on them, sending shocks through me as I arched my back and moaned out. As it got colder, he picked me up and carried me inside. Gently placing me on the couch, he continued to play with my nipples and caressed underneath my dress. My body responded and wanted more, but he stopped before I got too worked up. Why, I asked him as he sat up, leaving me trembling and biting my lip in pleasure. He didn't want our first time to be here, but in the outdoors, Denali National Park, or Wrangel National park, or in the shadow of Mt Mckinley. The more I thought about it, the more I wanted that as well and got dressed again to let him out. I didn't sleep well that night, all I could think of was what he had told me. A month later, he took me into Denali National Park. As he worked for the parks and wildlife service, he could get permission to camp inside it, which he did. This was something I had never done. That night, in the darkness and quietness of the park, we settled down in our tent and he slowly undressed me, drawing it out as I lay there on my sleeping bag. His fingers softly caressed my sensitive body, then his lips kissed down my shoulders and over my heaving breasts, then down my trim belly to top just before reaching my clit. He fustrated me again by kissing around my clit and swollen pussy lips, but after several fustrating minutes, his lips and tongue finally touched my outer lips and began to coax me to a shuddering orgasm. I kept as quiet as I could as he let me relax from my shuddering orgasm, then had me straddle him and held me close to him. My moist, swollen pussy lips were rubbed against his thick cock and I pushed against it as I leaned down and bit his shoulder. He responded to that by wrapping his arms around me and forcing me down onto him. His throbbing cock slid deeper into me as I thrust and cried out in rising pleasure and extasy. Using what I had learned from my years with Miyoshi, I milked his cock and drew it out so that he could cum harder than ever. He had just as much endurance as Miyoshi and brought me to several more orgasms that night before I passed out in his arms. I woke up to the smell of fresh bacon and toast. Slipping out from under the sleeping bag, I changed into a tshirt and panties, then crawled out of the tent to see him making breakfast for us. With my hair tousled, I must have looked quite a sight. I maintained a casual, but impeccable look most of the time, he was seeing me when I was neither, but wasn't put off. We had breakfast, then he drove to the closest shower block so we could both have showers. I didn't feel clean in the mornings unless I'd had a shower. Not long after that, we hiked up to Mount McKinley, showing me the world that he knew and loved, then it was off to the Kenai Peninsula. We hiked across its length. It was part of his job, but until now, he hadn't had much company, now he had me. When I got back, I got my photos printed off and enlarged. Putting several on my bedroom walls and the walls of my lounge room, I sat back and again admired the beauty of Alaska. We saw each other as often as we could and when it came time for his birthday, he invited me to fly with him to Seattle to spend it with his parents. I was nervous about flying, but could only hope that no one was searching for me. When I saw his parents at seattle airport, I was surprised. From what I knew from Alan, I was expecting explorers, or maybe a khaki clad couple fresh from the amazon. The sight of them as impeccably dressed as myself wasn't what I was expecting. They were wearing stylish outfits. He was in dress pants and shirt, she was in a designer dress that I recognised and knew its cost. Wearing a pair of orange cavalli leather pants and matching black floral top with 3in leather ankle boots, I hid my surprise well as he embraced both of them, the introduced me to them. As she held onto me, she whispered into my ear, "now I know what the fuss is all about, you look amazing," then let go of me to let me greet her husband. After we hugged, we collected our bags, then his father drove us to their townhouse. How could someone like Alan come from a couple like them, they were polar opposites, that's what I asked myself on the drive there and through dinner. Having changed into a violet satin halter neck dress, one of my favourites, we enjoyed dinner, then talked well into the night. The more I told them about myself, the more they liked and accepted me. By the time we had celebrated Alan's birthday, they had accepted me as their daughter already. Over the next few days, Alan showed me around Seattle. He took me up to Mt Ranier, where he had hiked when he was younger and first got the outdoors bug, Mt St Helens, then it was off to a Seattle Mariners game. I had always barracked for them, probably because I had bought a seattle mariners bumper sticker from a baseball store when I was 12. After we returned to Anchorage, he returned to his job and I returned to mine, but continued to see each other as often as possible and openly became an item. We had been having unprotected sex for a while, and part of me wasn't surprised when I was late for my period. They were always spot on, the same time every month. I waited a week before buying my very first ever pregnancy test and using it. If id been told before I first went to japan that id be buying a pregnancy test for myself, id have kicked them hard. When it showed that I was pregnant, my mind and body went into overdrive, would Alan be happy or not. Rubbing my hands over my trim belly, I hoped to hell that he would be happy and made an appointment to have a proper pregnancy test at the main hospital in Anchorage. When the result was a second positive, I knew that it was for real. How could I tell him, and when. He would find out soon enough when I began to show. When I went to a neighbours BBQ two weeks later, the women there knew almost instantly that I was pregnant. How I don't know, maybe it was subtle hormones or pheromones that other women just pick up on, or the look I had, or maybe it was a sixth sense, but either way, they picked up on it in minutes. I quietened them down as quickly as I could and swore them to secrecy. The fact that the hostess could throw me a baby shower was foremost on her mind. I had to promise to let her have it at her place to get her to stay silent on it. Three weeks later when Alan came back from one of his trips, I invited him over for dinner and told him the news. He smiled and kept control as I gave him the news, hugged me as tightly as he could, then caressed over my belly, which felt very good for some reason. He was happy about the news and called his parents from my phone soon after I told him. Now he could be a father and they could get some grandkids finally, they had despaired of ever having some as he was away a lot. Near the end of my first trimester, we got married in Kenai Fjords National Park. Mysterious and misty, it was the perfect choice. His parents and other family members were there, and I had invited my neighbours. He looked almost uncomfortable and out of place in a tux while I wore a Ruth Tarvydas Hypnotic silk gown, that came with a short train and barely showed my growing belly. Out in the middle of nature, we said our vows and exchanged rings, then kissed when given the ok to. Maybe it was because I had been female for so long, or something had changed inside me, but the ceremony brought tears of happiness to my eyes. We spent our honeymoon at a luxury wilderness camp at Kachemak Bay, im sure Alan would have preferred a tent in the shadow of a mountain, but his parents sprung for the camp. The remainder of our honeymoon was spent on a cruise along the Inside Passage, taking in the sights of whales, sea lions, bald eagles and ice flows. We disembarked at Seattle and spent a few days with Alan's parents before flying back to Anchorage. The idea of being officially married was new to me, but the more I gazed at my ring and slowly swelling belly, the more it felt completely natural. He moved his clothes and other possessions into my house and made his own changes to it. When I began to visibly show, I slowed down my classes and Alan was able to get shorter trips so he could spend more time with me. He was one of their best employees, so they did what they had to to keep him. I loved waking up next to him in the mornings, one arm wrapped around me and the other around my swollen belly. We could still have sex, but it had to be with me on my hands and knees, he took it slow and easy on me, showing how much he cared for me. I did end up having that baby shower after all and loved the gifts I got from the other wives in the area. Bath oils, soaps, lingerie, baby stuff, more baby stuff, vouchers to salons, spa's and other stores. One gave me condoms, I thanked her but told her that it was a bit too late for them to be of any use. .I had no idea baby showers could be this much fun. I met up with other new mothers and soon to be mothers and learned from them, what to expect, what worked, what didn't. one thing they all recommended to me was pilates and pool exercise classes. I could move a lot more easily in the water and took to it. I had to keep fit and strengthen my pelvic floor, abdominal and back muscles. My stamina had to be there for the delivery, as it's a workout like you wouldn't believe. When I had reached the end of my second trimester, Alan came over and took me out for lunch at one of the public caf?'s in the city. I hadn't had too many cravings lately, my last one was for mashed potatoes and ice cream, don't ask me why. I was walking a lot differently and using the bathroom a lot more, as well as having to sleep on my side. He told me as often as possible that I was still sexy and beautiful, I never thought I would say this, but I needed to hear that. At times, I had to ask myself why women put themselves through this, willingly too. Its amazing that the human race survives at all when the path to procreation was like this. If this could happen to more men, they would appreciate what its like and what women go through. Ordering a chicken salad, I was talking with Alan and smiling when I glanced at a table towards the end of the outdoor eating area, about 8 tables away. As I saw the face, I froze. The face, the white lock of hair, I knew him as one of the guards at Miyoshi's estate. I stayed frozen as I thought and planned my next move, had he come here alone, was he here to kill me, and how had he found me. With my fork frozen halfway to my mouth, Alan noticed, then followed my gaze to Kenji. "Something wrong," he asked me as I glanced around me looking for his backup, but couldn't see any. Either he was alone, or they were hidden. "No, I just,, I just saw someone I know, excuse me for a minute," I told him as I slowly got to my feet and walked across to Kenji's table. Wearing a black velvet scoop neck long sleeved maternity top and jeans, I reached his table and sat down in front of him. "Its been a while,, so are you here to kill me," I asked him as my eyes glanced at the contents of the table and noted several things I could use to kill him suddenly if I had to. Would he do it here, in public, or in private. "Direct and to the point, you havnt changed a bit, I am here to verify a sighting of Courtney Mcdowell, but, you don't look like her. Courtney is a blonde and on the run, you are Alyssa Chambers, a brunette, married and pregnant, congratulations," he said to me as I nodded my thanks to him. "So, im guessing someone came out on top and is on control, and sent you here," I asked him as he sipped his drink and took in my altered appearance. "Yes, he is worried that you may come looking for him, despite searching almost every city in the world, you havnt been found. Some think you dead, some hiding, this is the last place Courtney may be hiding, if I report that it isn't you, but a lookalike, the search will be called off, that's what I intend to report," he told me as I relaxed and rested my hands on my belly. "Pregnancy suits you, and you look well. No one will return to verify once I report that its not you. After what was done to you, you deserve some peace and happiness. You have found it here, many go through life and don't find peace, but you have," he said to me, then stood up, bowed to me and walked to a waiting car. I could hardly believe my luck, I was truly free and clear now. I waited until he had driven away, then stood up and walked back to my waiting husband. I could tell that he wanted to know what was said, but held back. Late that night, as we relaxed on the patio, he asked me what the stranger had wanted, and why I had gone over to him. "He was just,, someone I knew, from before, nothing to worry about, I wont see him again". I told him as he sipped his drink and held me. "Its more than that, I know you've been holding something back. All women have secrets, its ok, but, I hope that when you can trust me with the truth, I promise to listen and keep an open mind," he told me, then kissed my temple. I smiled at that and rested my head on his shoulder. When I was sure he was ready, I would tell him, an edited version of course, the truth was too much for him to grasp and understand unless he had gone through it. Until then, I had a pregnancy to plan for, a whole new life to live. That was Miyoshi's last gift to me, peace and freedom. End of story, I hope you like. The reason for the swap was made clear in earlier chapters, so please no nitpicking on what you don't like. If you do like it, tell me exactly what you like about it. I wont write a part 5 to my waylaid traveller story, too few people who like it, plus I get the same two reviewing it who object to my captor breaking her word, im tired of hearing about that. Next story I work on will be a full one, and one that I hope you like as well.