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Firstly, id like to thank everyone who has reviewed the past chapters
and have liked them. Out of the various stories that ive written, this
has been the most popular, and ive enjoyed writing this, it ranks right
up there with longing in the urals and texas trade.
As far as West Virginia business goes furball, I only got one good
review to that, so I didn't write a part two, but ill tell you what, if
you can find three other people to post fresh reviews on that story
telling me that they liked it, I'll post a chapter two to it. But now,
onto the story, which will be longer than the last chapter.
ARIZONA SECRET SOCIETY CHAPTER 6
As myself, I jogged every morning, it kept me fit and healthy. As
Anniek, I did the same and left the house to jog around the area. The
only difference was what I was wearing, instead of my normal shorts,
tshirt and sneakers, I was wearing a pink racerback tanktop, white
shorts slit up the sides a bit, and sneakers, only they were white and
pink, ladies ones.
As I turned a corner towards home, I thought about the prospects of
being pregnant, if I was, would Emily want me back. Something was
definitely up, having me trade with Anniek was her idea, and they had
been getting along well lately, too well. Maybe I was just being
paranoid, but that was part of being a virgo, I worried a lot.
As a light coat of sweat covered my petite form, I took the key from
behind a panel and unlocked the front door of our expansive home.
Taking my long hair out of my ponytail, I walked through to the kitchen
and had a cold drink of water. As Emily and Anniek would be awake soon,
I went upstairs to check on our son.
I still thought of him as my son, and as I gave him a bath, I smiled
and played with him, tickling him in the water until his squeals
sounded from the bathroom.
"Well, someones happy to have a bath," I heard Emily's voice say from
behind me as he squealed yet again. "I like baths as well, if you get
in, I'll give you one as well," I told her as her hands parted my long
hair from behind and kissed the back of my neck.
"Only if you join us, our jazuzzi is big enough for 5 after all," she
replied as her fingers found my breasts and teased my nipples over the
material of my tank top. As she rubbed them between her thumb and
forefingers, my breaths increased. She knew how to make me aroused and
respond all too well by now, and I couldn't deny her anything, I loved
her too much.
"No Anniek, Im just teasing, get him dry, dressed and fed, then I'll
take him for the day. You have classes today after all, oh, and how did
the party go," she asked me almost as an afterthought.
My mouth went dry as she said that, very dry. "It.. It went ok, I
stayed the night, then came home the next day," I told her as her
fingers moved up to my shoulders and the nape of my slender neck. "Im
sure, just as long as you were carefull, you know how horny college
students can be, and you cant drink as much as you used to, less mass
to slow it down," she added as I let the water out and dried him off.
As she left, I again wondered if she suspected something, if I was
pregnant, then I couldn't swap back, it would be evidently clear that
something was up then, then id have some awkward questions to answer.
With my luck, Annieks parents were catholic, and if I went to see them,
pregnant and unmarried, it would really rile them up.
Brushing away those thoughts as quickly as they appeared, I got him
dressed and fed. I heard Emily and Anniek moving around upstairs as I
fed him, then saw them walking down to the kitchen. She moved like me
and even talked like me, more than I remembered, was she just adapting
to my male body, or using the headband to have more of my memories
transferred.
I had my own breakfast as they left with my son, then walked up to my
former bedroom to check things out. The box with the headbands was on
the top shelf of the closet, just as it was before. Being so short, I
had to get a stepladder to get up there to reach it, but when I tried
the combination, it wouldn't open up.
Sighing as I couldn't open it up a second time, I put it back and
walked through to my bedroom, I thought of it as mine, as I slept and
did my studies in it. After having a short shower, I got changed into a
black silk thong, matching bra, leather skirt and matching basque top.
Putting on the obligatory make up, again a light coat, I brushed my
long hair behind me, slipped my very cute feet into a pair of strappy
2in black sandals, then walked downstairs to my car. If I wasn't
pregnant, and anniek and I swapped back, I would hesitate before
swapping with her again.
The drive to college was a short one, and I made it there with time to
spare. Slinging my bag over my shoulder, I walked over to where some of
Annieks friends were sitting and sat down with them. They talked and I
put in my opinions when I could, id learned that women can talk just as
dirty as men can, if not more. While I was talking to them, I caught a
glimpse of Mark, the one who had piled me with drinks then potentially
knocked me up. I smiled to see that he had a bruise and a cut on his
temple from the clock radio that I threw at him, a nasty one too.
He got a glimpse of me as well and quickly vanished, which was ok with
me, I didn't want to talk to him either. Classes went as expected, but
I didn't hurry home for some reason. Instead I headed to a diner just
outside campus and sat down to order. I couldn't eat as much as before,
so I ordered a coke and burger, I was hungry after all that studying
and took my time, savoring it.
40 minutes later I rubbed my full belly, swelling a bit from all id
eaten and went to the ladies room, a room few men ever went into.
Urinating like a girl was something I couldn't accept, get used to
maybe, but never accept. I'm used to peeing standing up, not sitting
down, coming out in a clear spray, not like it does,,now. I only made
the mistake of not parting my thighs once, once was enough.
After wiping myself clean, I slide my thong and leather skirt up my
hips and washed my hands. Looking up at my reflection, I asked myself
if I could truly be her for 9 months if I was pregnant, id have no
periods, but id pay for it 9 months later.
As I left and walked down the hallway to the main dining area, I
stopped as I heard a familiar voice, Emily's. Slowing down, I peered
around and saw her sitting at one of the tables..with mark of all
people. Slipping back, I closed my eyes, then peered back at them. From
my vantage point, I watched her take an envelope out of her bag and
slide it across to him.
Taking it from him, he rubbed his sore temple, said something else to
Emily and left. I couldn't hear what they were saying from where I was,
but why was she paying him. Pressing my arm against my heaving breasts,
I slipped out of sight, my thoughts piling up as I did my best not to
panic. Emily and Mark sitting together, her paying him, why, why, I
asked myself.
Glancing around to see both of them gone, I returned to my table, left
a tip and paid for my meal. Driving back home, I slowly entered and
looked around for Emily. Slipping off my sandals, I padded barefoot up
to our room and looked for the box. My heart nearly stopped as I saw it
was missing, gone.
Swallowing nervously, I looked through the entire walk in closet, in
every box, every possible area for it. Almost afraid to ask myself if
she planned to leave me like this, I tried her cell phone but it was
turned off. Pacing along the carpet in our room, I wrapped my arms
around my breasts, a constant reminder of who I was, and who id stay if
the headbands were gone for good.
I spent a very nervous few days waiting for them to return. Their cell
phones stayed turned off and no one in the neighbourhood had seen them.
Early on the 4th day, I heard a pounding on the front door, loud enough
to wake me up from a sound sleep. Rubbing my tired eyes, I put on a
silk robe and tied it around my slender waist as I walked down to the
entry. Opening it up, I was nearly pushed back in by a man in a suit.
"Agent Macevoy, NSA, we have a warrant to search this house, please
step outside," he said to me as a local cop took my arm and lead me to
the side while several more suited men entered our house.
"Whats going on, what are they looking for, what could they be looking
for?" I asked the cop as they moved through the house. "I don't know,
but they have a warrant to," he replied as the presence of black vans
and cop cars soon drew the attention of all the neighbours.
Keeping my arms crossed in front of me, I could do nothing but wait and
worry. Why was the NSA here, had they found out about the headbands and
arrested Emily and Anniek, if so, I was in so much trouble. After two
hours, I was let back in and told to get changed to talk to them at the
closest station.
Watched by a cop and an NSA agent, I entered my room and closed the
door. As I undid my robe, I spun around as it was opened again by the
black suited NSA agent. "I'll watch you, if you have no objections
missy," he said to me, arrogantly too, as if he had every right to be
here.
"You know, you havnt even told me what your looking for, or what you
need me for, I don't have to go with you," I told him as I kept my robe
wrapped around me. "Its classified, now get changed, or I'll take you
as you are," he replied as I stood my ground.
"That's crap, I havnt done anything, and neither have my.. Employers,
id like to see that warrant," I said to him as he looked into my open
wardrobe and saw the black satin maids dress that I wore to clean the
house.
"Wear that,"he told me as he pointed to the maids dress. "No, I only
wear that inside, suppose I refuse to," I stated boldly as I stood my
ground.
"Suppose I make one call, cancel your visa and get you on the next
flight to Holland, now, get changed into it," he told me again while
still watching me.
Glaring at him, I took off my robe and changed into the satin maids
dress as he watched on. The cop next to him avoided watching me as I
changed, giving me half the privacy that id have liked. Rolling the
fishnet stockings up my thighs, I slipped my feet into the 5in heels
and picked up my bag from the bed as the agent held onto my arm and
nearly frogmarched me out of the house.
"You're a real asshole, you know that," I told him as he lead me out to
one of the cop cars. I just knew that everyone was staring at me, if I
hadn't been the one in the sexy maids dress, id have been watching as
well.
"Ive been called worse by scarier people than you missy, now in the
car," he demanded and forced me into the back.
"Hey, the names Anniek," I replied, then cursed him in dutch, knowing
full well that he wouldn't understand me.
The drive to the local station didn't take long. Lead into one of the
interview rooms, I sat down at the table and smoothed my skirt down.
Crossing my long legs automatically, I waited. Glancing at the long
mirror on one side, I got up and walked over to it. Hoping that someone
was watching, I picked my nose, then bent over and flipped the back of
my skirt up, showing them what I thought, then sat back down.
A few minutes later, the door finally opened and two suited agents
walked in, the agent that marched me out and an older one. "So, is
anyone going to tell me what this is all about, and shouldn't I have a
lawyer present, I mean, if I'm under arrest and all," I told them as I
crossed my arms and stared up at them.
"Right, and one telephone call too, is that about right. You're a
foreign national, the only rights you have are the ones that we give
you, now, tell us about your employers, how long have they been in
posession of sensitive technology," the younger one asked as I leaned
forward.
"I don't know what your talking about, now, I want my lawyer and
telephone call," I told as I tried to stand up, only to be pushed back
into my seat. "I suggest you co operate missy, or your going to a dark
place, part of 116 kilometres of cuba to be exact, now, care to co
operate," he added as I feared for my future.
"Ok, theres a locked box in their bedroom, and they have,, meetings,
the residents, but ive never been to one, I don't know whats in it, or
what they do," I told them, as they either wouldn't believe me, or
would lock me up for knowing too much.
"That's the best you can do, if that's it, your going south. You clean
up after them, you work for them, you know more than your telling, you
see and hear all, now tell us, or get used to cavity searches," the
younger one told me as he was doing his best to be the bad cop, and
succeeding. The parts of Anniek that had melded with that of me felt
helpless and trapped in here.
"Ok, but It'll sound like science fiction," I said to him before the
older agents cell phone rang. I couldn't hear what the other party was
saying, and he mainly listened and responded with yes or no answers.
"So whats going on, am I free to go now," I asked them as I stood up.
"Yes, and no, we're taking you to a detention centre, and tomorrow,
you;ll be put on the first plane to Holland. Your employers have been
arrested, and since you've been of marginal help, we wont arrest you,
but your visa's been cancelled," the older one told me while the
younger one smirked at the look of shock on my face.
"Agent Macevoy will take you there, I suggest you do as he says, or
it'll only get worse," he told me as I was held around the upper arm
and lead out of the station to the same black van that I was brought
there in. "No, I need to speak to them, let me go," I cried as I was
forced in and driven to a detention centre that usually housed illegal
immigrants, Mexicans who'd been arrested and were being deported.
As I was lead in, my black satin maids outfit ensured that I was the
centre of attention. Just about every man and some of the women called
out to me, suggesting things that I don't dare repeat, not ever. Just
being in here brought tears to my eyes, thinking about being trapped as
Anniek, and being made to strip in front of two female guards, then
given pants and a tshirt that everyone wore other than the guards.
After being given something to eat, I curled up on the bed in my cell
and quietly sobbed. Crying over what id lost, what I was left with and
where I was going. Annieks memories of Holland were in my mind, but I
hadn't lived them, I was merely accessing them.
The arrival of morning was normally a good thing, it meant a jog
around the block and breakfast, now it meant breakfast and a one way
trip from my home. After being fed and examined, I was lead through to
a room where two bags were packed and waiting for me. My maid outfit
was folded in a plastic bag next to them. Opening the closest bag, I
saw that it had been packed with Annieks clothes from her room, her
sexiest ones and some not so sexy ones, ones that would fit me now.
Whoever packed it clearly wanted me to feel as feminine as possible, as
the only lingerie inside were from Trashy..coms Marie Antoinette
collection.
All silk, satin and lace, it would make any woman feel like a queen.
Watched by two guards, I changed from the tshirt and pants into a white
satin and lace boy shorts and matching bra, then a knee length long
sleeved grey dress. Wrapping a white wool scarf around my neck, I sat
down and slid my feet into a pair of knee high 4in leather boots that I
found in the second bag.
I could have worn something sexier, but it was a kind of rebellion of
sorts, I may be trapped in the body of a sexy 21yo Dutch girl, but I
didn't always have to dress to the nines. My bag with my passport,
purse and other important id was given to me as I was lead from the
centre and into a van to be driven to Las Vegas airport.
Yet another NSA agent shadowed me as I got my ticket and showed my
passport as ID. He stayed with me in the departure lounge, saying very
little until my flight to New York was announced. Urged on by him, I
raged and fumed inside my head as I boarded the plane.
I wanted to run from the plane like you wouldn't believe, but he was
waiting out there for me to do just that, so I stayed inside and took
my seat. Watching out the window, I crossed my long legs and idly
played with a lock of my long, dark hair as the plane taxied along the
runway and took off, taking me away from my home and wife.
The flight to JFK airport was like most other flights, ok food, bad
movies, but no snakes or terrorists on board, which I counted as a good
thing. I got several appreciative looks from the male passengers and
teenage boys on the flight, which made me feel tingly inside at the
attention that I was getting.
As I disembarked from the plane, I was met by two cops who ensured that
I couldn't vanish at all from the airport. They made sure that I moved
easily and quickly through customs and boarding. When they finally left
me in the departure lounge, I sat down and looked through my bag.
Almost as soon as I touched Annieks cell phone, worth over 800 dollars,
that I had bought for her, it rang.
Hoping and praying that it was Emily, I answered it and pressed it
against my ear," hello," I said into it as families and other
travellers passed by me.
"Honey, its me, its good to hear your voice, very good. Id have called
you, but they had us locked up, questioning us for hours on end, I told
them you had nothing to do with the headbands, and knew nothing, but
they didn't believe me, you are ok, arent you," she said to me as my
heart pounded, from mixed happiness and uncertainty.
"Am I ok, define ok, ive been put on a plane to new york, and now I'm
waiting for my connecting one from here to Holland, am I good, no I'm
not good, what happened to the headbands, and how did they find out," I
asked her as I kept my voice low.
"I don't know how they found out, but they found out. What happened,
I'm still in custody at the moment, I'm using my one phone call to call
you, stay strong for me," she told me, then I heard something I
couldn't have heard from her end of the phone.
"Emily, we've been married for over 5 years, do me a favor and don't
lie to me, not now. If your in custody, why can I hear the Varson's
son's Trans Am in the background there, and why were you at the diner a
few days ago with Mark," I asked her as I felt betrayed deep inside.
"You saw that.. You shouldn't have seen that," she said to me, then was
silent for several seconds. "Ok, I may as well tell you, its not as if
people will believe you anyway, you were my assignment. We knew the
headbands were there, but had no way to get in or find out exactly who
had them. But a new couple would, one that wouldn't arouse suspicion,,"
she said as I continued to listen.
"As a new couple, and with you being from Australia, you and I could
be let into the group, but we had to have the headbands, to use them
for good and study the long term effects of the transfer, that's why
I'm glad that we hired Anniek.
She isn't part of it, but over the last few days, her memories of her
own life have been overwritten with those of yours. As far as she's
concerned, she's always been you."
"Through her, we will find out the long term effects and length of the
transference, any side effects, everything. If it makes you feel
better, you were the best assignment ive had," she added as my grip on
the phone got tighter.
"So, were they real NSA agents that showed up at our house Em," I asked
her even though I already knew the answer.
"We can be anyone we want to be, NSA, CIA, FBI, Homeland security,
whoever we need to be to keep this country safe, you know what the
price of peace is, don't you," she added as tears filled my eyes.
"So you betrayed me, you used me.. I loved you Em, I thought you were
the one, you used me, then cast me aside, so you felt nothing for me,"
I added as tears filled my eyes. Wiping them away, I remained silent as
she began to talk again.
"No, I did care for you, but I had my duty and my orders.I do love you,
more than you know, but I love America more. I am sorry it had to be
this way. If it makes you feel better, you are in a younger body, and
I'm putting 60 thousand into your account, a bonus for your work as our
maid, enough to get your sister the help she needs and set yourself up
in Holland," she told me as if that would make me feel better.
"Oh, must fly, our moving truck is here, we're moving to somewhere
else, and our account details and passwords have been changed, so don't
try to access them. I'll stay married to my husband for a few more
years, then divorce him and retire on my share of the settlement. I'm
sorry it has to be this way, but, I had my orders, goodbye lover," she
said to me, then hung up.
Ending the call on my end, I wiped away more tears, then slammed my
phone down on the armrest of my seat. Feeling angry and betrayed, I put
the phone away before it ended up in several pieces at my feet and I
attracted the attention of airport security.
Standing up, I walked through to the ladies room and stood in front of
the mirror, taking in my petite, sensual form. My long dark hair, cute
face, my breasts contained in my bra, the click of my heeled leather
boots on the tiles, the brush of my dress against my thighs. They all
told me what my eyes were seeing, that I was a woman and a sexy one at
that.
I was a realist, that's what I told myself. I'd gained years, I'd lost
my wife and most of my money, but the risk of having the headbands was
no longer mine anymore. Maybe they thought they were doing the right
thing, to use the headbands to infiltrate terrorist groups maybe. In
the post 9/11 america that I lived in, anything was permitted to keep
it safe I guess.
Pushing those thoughts aside, I reapplied my make up where my tears had
made it run, then walked out back to the departure lounge, walking with
a sexy stride that I didn't have before. If I was to be female, I was
going to be the sexiest one possible. After all, underneath my dress, I
had on a set of very sexy lingerie, that I had ordered a few days after
I had swapped with Anniek.
The pink bows on my lacy shorts and bra would draw attention and lure
any man to me. I had planned on swapping back and buying Emily a set of
them, but now id be the one being seduced, the one acting like a sex
kitten, the one being mounted and taken by a lover.
Sitting back down, I crossed my long legs and traced my fingers over my
knee high leather boots. Id always loved seeing a womans feet in a pair
of sexy heels, now id be the one being admired in them. Looking up as
my breasts rose and fell under my bra cups and dress, I heard my flight
being called.
Could I really do this, fly to Holland and take over Annieks life as if
id always lived it. Her memories told me a lot, but not everything. Id
return and track down Emily if it was the last thing I ever did, but
not today, I had to bide my time for now. Standing back up, I slung my
bag over my shoulder, took my boarding pass and visa out of it, then
walked to the forming line.
End of part 6. Part 7 will be coming shortly. I'll need to do some
searching on Holland, to do it right. I hope you like what direction
its taken, and that its still keeping people eager and wanting more.
Also, what kind of story should I do after this, one involving
transformation to someones maid, or a biker themed one, with me as
their captive schoolgirl, or a body swap between me, a ceo, and a
hooker. Whatever one gets the most votes, is what I'll write after this
story.
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