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She was waiting when he walked through the door. Wearing a white oversized cable sweater and grey sweats, the only pants that would still stretch around her swollen stomach. She held out an open beer bottle as he came towards her. "I cleaned the house, like you said. Can we go now?" Eric looked at Amy again. She wasn't wearing make-up, and had her hair pulled back into a low ponytail. "Did you read to our baby?" He watched her face darken. "Did you take your medication?" "I can't think when I take that stuff and I don't need it anyway." "Amy, you're pregnant. You need it for the baby." "I can't get pregnant. You know that Eric." Eric moved towards her with anger in his eyes. At six months pregnant, Amy was in no condition to run from him. So she simply cringed as he towered over her and roughly grabbed her arm. "Please Eric, you're hurting me!" He led her upstairs to the bathroom and forced her to sit down on the toilet as he unlocked the medicine cabinet and promptly extracted a blue pill from a bottle. "Take it." "But I don't need it, and it makes it hard to think. You promised to take me for a walk if I cleaned the house. This place is spotless. Can we go please?" Amy stood up and tried to walk out of the bathroom. Then she felt his hand at the back of her neck and she cringed away. "No!" But it was too late. His finger traced a line down the nape of her neck. Amy felt the fire ignite and she knew there was only way way to put it out. Early in the year of 2015 a plague struck America. Something which, despite all the measures of the Homeland Security Act, had slipped in under the radar. Over the proceeding years after what was known as 9/11; terrorists had become increasingly high-tech and viscous in their attacks. But the final blow was to become known as The Reckoning. Al-Queda forces had successfully kidnapped a prominent German Biologist. Then, under the threat of death to his family, he was forced to create a pathogen that would strike to the very core of the American Bourgeois Society. It's women. Their plan was pure - absolute genius. Removing the Great Satan's ability to procreate would in turn remove the Great Satan itself. Canada and Mexico would be forced to close their own borders with America. And Americans would become unwelcome pariahs all over the globe. The plague was released in over two hundred malls across the country. The German Biologist had given the terrorists exactly what they wanted. The average time period between a woman's menstrual cycle was 28 days. And the virus had been engineered to become active when certain hormones were released into a woman's body on the 28th day... The panic that ensued was on a biblical scale. Riots broke out across the country and healthy women became more valuable than gold. But the virus was airborne and it spread across the continent like a thick blanket. Infecting and eventually killing every single female in the populace who was capable of bearing children. Including the President of the United States. The succeeding male Vice President turned to the only retaliation available. A full nuclear response. The entire Middle East was wiped off the face of the Earth in exactly 28 minutes and 56 seconds. The exact flight time for the first Tomahawk cruise missile to reach downtown Riyahd. The world suddenly became a very quiet place. The all-male United States turned inward, shutting itself off from the rest of the globe and saving the other countries the effort. The government immediately launched a massive research program on how to rebuild their society. Fully aware that in less the five generations what was left will have completely died out. Something had to be done. That's when Gender Re-designation Technology came about. And something else that had long been forgotten about. The Draft. The only difference now, was that draftees were pulled at 16 instead of 18; the age at which the reassigned draftees were optimal for child bearing and female indoctrination... It was as if the sound had been sucked out of the room it was so quiet. The image of the Presidents face switched to the face of the local news anchor, who began speaking about the speech the President had just given. But no one was listening. The three boys looked at each other in shocked silence, each trying to process the information they had just received. Every male at the age of age of sixteen, with a birthday before June 16th was to be drafted. The draft was to be activated in two hours and all were expected to report in, those who didn't would be rounded up shortly thereafter. Ryan spoke first. "No fucking way. There's no fucking way that they can get away with this, right?" He looked to his two friends, who held a look of total uncertainty. They were both his seniors, both eighteen. They had nothing to worry about since they were too old, but today was Ryan's birthday. His sixteenth birthday. The date was June 15th. "Guys?" David offered his best smile, "No way dude. Everyone knows that guys can't have kids. Even those transsexual freaks can't do it. It's only been a year since The Reckoning, there's no way the government can work that fast, especially now." Ryan wasn't buying it, "Guys you can't let them do this, you gotta help me." It was Eric's turn. "I dunno, maybe it wouldn't be so bad." Ryan stared at his older friend with a blank look. "They want to turn me into a girl, didn't you catch that part?" "Yeah, I'm just saying it might not be that bad. I mean what if the President's right? That would mean that in our lifetime we would cease to exist as a country." "I don't care! I'm not gonna get knocked up by some faggot!" David stood up and went to Ryan's bedroom closet where he began to pull random clothes off their hangars. "Ryan calm down. Tell you what; why don't you come over and stay at my place. We'll call your dad later. At least that way you won't be here when they come looking for you." Ryan looked between his two friends. The same two that he'd practically grown up with. The mere thought of what the government wanted to do with him almost had him in tears. "Okay." They all drove towards David's house in silence. Every now and then they would pass another vehicle; and almost everyone of them carried a father and his sixteen year old son. A boy who always looked as if the world had just caved in on him; which it had. Ryan sat low in the back seat. There were soldiers out as well- driving around in large covered trucks. "What the hell?" Ryan came out of his thoughts as he felt the car slowing down and looked over Eric's shoulder to see a road block set up. "No fucking way!" It was called Flight or Fight Syndrome. When an animal finds itself cornered, or trapped and in danger it will first try to escape then if unable; fight. Eric and David heard the back door open suddenly and both turned to see Ryan bolting from the car. As soon as his feet touched pavement he was off like shot. He ran back down the line of waiting cars. There was a group of soldiers at the rear end of the line, waiting for just such an occasion. One of them carried a tazer rifle and he knew how to use it. Ryan never knew what hit him and before he knew it he was being picked up from the ground and loaded into the back of a waiting van. He turned to his assistant. "They've all been injected?" Dr. Jacobs looked down into, what was morbidly called the "holding pen". This was the third group to be processed and he had managed to waste all of his pity on the first two. But still it gave him no joy to do this to America's young boys, but the survival of his country depended on it. And if all went well, in about three generations America would come roaring out of it's isolationism and reestablish itself as the most powerful nation in the world. One could only hope. But to accomplish that, he had to turn 16 year-old boys into 16 year- old girls. "Yes sir, that last one only five minutes ago." "Well time for the speech then I guess." Dr. Jacobs turned again trotted down a flight of steps to another door, where a large soldier in fatigues stood. On sight of Dr. Jacobs he turned and punched in the code to the door then opened it. Everyone turned at the sound of the opening door. "Good morning, my name is Dr. Jacobs. You're all fed and rested? Good. Now we all know what you're here for so I won't waste time on that. I will tell you this. You've all been injected with a serum. It takes three days to activate. On the third day you will all change. We will be watching on monitors and at the onset of frank symptoms you will be moved to another room. Then your indoctrination will begin. You will learn everything there is to learn about being female. Do not fool yourselves into thinking that you can fight it. You cannot. Your minds will adapt to its new body and you will find that there is no resisting the urge to gush over something you may find especially pleasing or cute. There is more but that will be saved for after the transformations have been completed. Any questions? No? Good." With that, he turned and walked out of the room, knowing that as he did three days of ever increasing panic would be left behind. A sudden yelp of pain came from across the room. The lights were dimmed and the crying caused the others to wake, and slowly heads raised to see who it was. To see who was crying in pain, in a girls voice. It was Jason, someone Ryan had befriended on the second day. He was writhing on the floor, clawing at his abdomen. The others were moving away from him, but yet staring in horror at what was happening to him. Is this what they had to look forward to? Then another of the boys let escape a feminine scream; it pierced the room, the door burst open and four large men rushed in and quickly removed the both of them. The boys looked at each other. Who was next? Slowly, one by one their number dwindled until it was Ryan and another sitting on the floor opposite each other. Backs against the wall and staring at each other. "What do you think happened to them?" "Same thing that's gonna happen to us, I suppose." Ryan stood up and walked to the water fountain mounted on the wall. "I swear to God the first chance I get - I'm so fucking outta here." "Will you do it?" The other boy stood up as well. "Do what, Mike?" Ryan stooped and took a drink. "You know? What they want us to do?" Ryan fixed him with a dead stare. "Never. There is no way I'm gonna sleep with some faggot and get preg--" Mike watched Ryan's face suddenly go pale. It felt as if every vein in his body had ruptured. Ryan's body crumpled to the floor and he gripped his stomach in agony. Somewhere in the distance he could hear a high pitched feminine scream. His eyes managed to focus on Mike who had a look of absolute horror on his face. Ryan felt hands on him then being lifted and carried out of the room. The room was silent as Dr. Jacobs entered. All twenty of the intakes were transformed. In the middle of the room was a large wooden table with simple black bags on it. It was a circular room and there were twenty doors. "Ladies, good to see that you all safely made it through. Telling you that you had a 13% chance of dying in the transformation would not have helped." The twenty girls looked at each other dubiously. "Now. On the table is one bag for each of you. In them you will find clothing to fit your new gender. You will put them on. Also included are hair products, make-up and all the things you need to make yourselves pretty. There are instructions to tell you everything you may need to know. Behind you are changing rooms. Go ahead, I will wait. There is much to discuss." No one moved. It was bad enough they were now in these bodies, but now he wanted them to dress the part too? "You can dress yourselves or my men can dress you by force." They began moving. Slowly at first, but eventually they all took a bag and walked into the changing rooms, all except one. Dr. Jacobs smiled as his eyes landed on Ryan, who remained. Defiantly glaring at him. "I realize you probably hate the sound of your own voice, so just listen. I was waiting for someone to step forward, someone who felt the need to have themselves made an example of." Dr. Jacobs motioned to the two soldiers behind him. "These men will now escort you to another part of the facility. Thank you by the way; you've just made my job somewhat easier." Jimmy tugged on the sleeve of Mike's dress and pointed to a beautiful blonde girl that had just been led into the room. "I think that's Ryan." But something was different about him. For one he actually looked good. Of course everyone looked like they had never even picked up a tube of lipstick in their lives before; but Ryan looked as if he'd used it for all his life. He couldn't have been the one to do it to himself. Some of the others tried to approach him, but Ryan did his best to keep them away. "What did they do to you?" But he refused to answer. Then Dr. Jacobs walked in with two soldiers and Ryan suddenly tried to put distance between the two of them. But one of the soldiers was very quick to grab him. "Well it's good to see that you all know how to follow instructions. Over the next few weeks you will all learn to do you're make-up as well as Ryan here can. That will be one of the many things that you will learn. But first it's time that you all understand exactly what your positions are in the new social order." Dr. Jacobs saw that his last statement made them a little uncomfortable. Oh, well. "Pursuant to the Gender Rehabilitation and Social reconstruction Acts of 2015, you are no longer free citizens. You are still citizens of the United States, but you will never be free to do what you choose again." "When you are finished here, you will be selected by one of twenty young men. You will be married to these men and from then on you will technically belong to them. They will be able to do anything they want to you except cause you any kind of pain or death, therefore it will be important that you keep your husbands happy. Which brings me to why you all are here in the first place. To make babies, and lots of them. Your bodies are biogeneticly engineered which means that the way you look, act and sound is exactly what we wanted it to be. It means that no matter how hard you try to fight there are somethings you can't resist. For instance," Dr. Jacobs moved to where Ryan was being held. The others saw the terror in his crystal blue eyes as Dr. Jacobs approached. Terrified enough that Ryan found his voice. "No! Stay away from me!" Ryan tried to pull himself free, but Dr. Jacobs was soon standing right behind him and slowly gathering his long blonde hair to the side. "Not again! I did what you wanted, please!" The others were getting scared now, Ryan had been the most resistant among their number, and in the two hours he'd been missing he must have experienced something really bad they all thought. Now he was pleading to be left alone. More than that it was almost as if he was begging for his life. "Why Ryan? I thought you liked it. Or at least that's what it looked like anyway." Then to the room. "Your purpose is to breed, to have children. And so to make sure that you won't deny your future husbands or the country their right to raise children..." Using the pad of his finger tip, he traced a single line down the nape of Ryan's neck. It was like flipping a switch. The whole room watched as Ryan began breathing very heavily as a deep blush spread across his body. His nipples stiffened so quickly they hurt. And then the fire ignited. Deep in his stomach, a burning sensation that seemed to consume him whole. Leaving him with the sudden desire to be filled, to be mounted by a man. Who would drive himself into her over and over finally depositing his seed deep in her womb. She could feel her need for that sensation returning. She needed to have sex, Ryan couldn't focus his mind on anything else. The first time a soldier had been nearby and able to help Ryan with his problem. But even as Ryan reached for the tall man in fatigues Dr. Jacobs prevented him from doing so. So Ryan instinctively reached for him, quickly locking a hand behind Dr. Jacobs neck and trying to pull him down into a kiss. But he deftly extracted himself and pushed Ryan towards the group. Then spoke to them. "Ryan here has already lost his virginity to one lucky soldier. Look at him it's all he can think about. For you sex is like a drug to which you are highly addicted. Once turned on, the only thing that will satisfy you is sex with a man. Not masturbation, not lesbian sex, nothing but a stiff hard cock cumming inside of you will satisfy your thirst." Dr. Jacobs saw them flinch at that, it helped that Ryan worked his way back over was groping all over him while he said it. A simple look in Ryan's eyes and one could see the revulsion and misery there. "Fuck me." Dr. Jacobs smiled. "Please don't leave me like this." He was pleading. "First you will pick a new name for yourself." "Wha-what?" "Pick a new name. A feminine name." "But-" Dr. Jacobs snapped his fingers and the two soldiers in the room quickly grabbed Ryan and pushed him back towards a wall. One of them produced a set of handcuffs and quickly clicked them on his wrists. Then they raised her arms and hooked the chain between her wrist on a hook coming out of the wall. Ryan was on his toes and couldn't get free. Then he turned and addressed the others. "Like I said; you cannot resist. The most resistant of your group has already given in once and look at him now." The others did not like this development at all. Ryan had been something of an anchor for them all, but seeing his deprived state was extremely demoralizing. "All of you will pick a new name, if you don't?" Dr. Jacobs looked over at Ryan. Who was writhing as the fire continued to burn in his veins. He was even rubbing his thighs together, trying to alleviate the burn, but only making it worse. Only one thing was going to put his fire out and Dr. Jacobs wasn't going to let him have it. Not for a while, anyway. "Let this be a final warning girls. Your friend Ryan doesn't even know the name of the man who took his virginity. I want each one of you to have a new name when I return in two hours." Before he left the room he went to where Ryan hung from the wall and they all watched his hand disappear up Ryan's skirt. He gasped and clamped his thighs around Dr. Jacobs hand. "Yes, yes. More please!" Ryan was completely out of his mind, and the only thing he could focus on was the burning in his loins. He clenched his eyes shut as his second ever orgasm began to build. "Please gimme more I'm almost there!" But Dr. Jacobs pulled his hand away. Ryan mewled as if he was in agony. He said to the others, "Two hours." Then left the room. Ryan heard the door opening and looked to see a soldier enter. Her hopes soared, maybe he was here to kill the fire that was still raging inside, then Dr. Jacobs entered. He wrinkled his nose as the aroma in the room hit him. Ryan's secretions had thoroughly soaked everything from the waist down. Including the carpet beneath her. The others quickly got up from the floor on which they'd all been sleeping. "Are you going to fuck me now?" But Dr. Jacobs ignored Ryan and addressed the others first. "Since we were all sleeping I should hope that everyone has settled on a new name for themselves. You first." He pointed to a petite girl with black hair in a white sun dress. "K-Karen." "Why did you pick that one?" "It was my baby sister's, she died on her first period." "I'm sorry to hear that. Good choice. You," he pointed to another brunette. "What's your name?" "Michelle." Dr. Jacobs furrowed his brow. "What was your male name?" Michelle shifted nervously and looked at the others first. He wasn't the only the only one to try this. "It was Michael." "Nice try. Your name is now Lucy. If there's anyone else that tried the same trick,you'll end up like your friend on the wall." And so it went and soon he was standing before Ryan, his hand up her skirt, doing nothing but making her suffering worse. "And what is your name going to be?" It came out as a whine, "Amy." "Why Amy?" "It was my mothers middle name. Fuck me now, please. I've done everything you wanted. Please make it stop." "Will you behave yourself and cooperate?" "Yes, I promise!" Dr. Jacobs smiled and motioned to the lone soldier in the room. Amy saw the erection in the mans fatigues, and felt his pulse quicken as he released her from the hook and led her away. They fell silent as she came into the room. She felt her eyes boring into her as she kicked off her pumps and sat on her large four poster bed with her back to them. "Amy--" "What do you want, Lucy?" Three months had gone by since Amy's second and last episode. But where everyone else had had the opportunity, today had been Amy's first day out of the compound, unescorted. The experience had not been pleasing. She had forgotten that a lot of men had not seen a young female in almost a year. "We were wondering..." Amy knew this was coming, just not when. She was the only one out of all of them that had ever had sex. Not once, but twice. And yes, she had enjoyed it... at the time. And only because she had been out of her mind. Well his mind, anyway. Ryan had successfully hidden himself inside a female persona. Amy had become known as a very quiet and gruff person, but to juxtapose that was the fact that, she could do her hair and nails better than anyone else. Amy was the most feminine (and beautiful) draftee yet. This suited Ryan just fine, as long as Dr. Jacobs was getting what he wanted, Ryan was left alone. As long as Amy jumped through the hoops, Ryan didn't have to suffer. "What's it like?" She tried stalling, as much as Ryan didn't want to, girls were expected to talk about this stuff. As much as guys did really. The problem was that in order for Ryan to stay safe in his warm cocoon; Amy had to play along. Dr. Jacobs still kept a very tight eye on her. She realized now that she had made a mistake by standing out in the beginning. All the better if Ryan had been able to just skate by, under the surface. He still intended to make his own way in the world. But Amy knew her plans for life after this hell hole would be torn asunder if she didn't play by the rules. Dr. Jacobs would be certain to tighten the screws on Amy if he even had a thought that Ryan was hiding inside. But they were asking her to go back to something she really tried not to think about. "Amy?" She opened the bedside drawer and pulled out her journal. They had all been assigned one, they were expected to be used. Amy knew hers was read on a regular basis, so she wrote about anything and everything that Dr. Jacobs might find interesting. Even going so far as to make some stuff up. The first thing she had written about were her two experiences with sex. She wasn't, or couldn't, going to talk about it to them. But they could read about, as long as she wasn't in the room. Amy got up from her bed and walked around to where the four girls sat on Lucy's bed. "Here, it's my journal. It's all in there, okay? Please don't ask me about it anymore." She dropped the book on the bed then turned and walked into the bathroom and closed the door her. They soon heard the shower come on. They were all nervous. Most of them huddled in groups whispering amongst themselves. All were dressed to the nines; some having spent close to two hours on their hair and make-up. This was a very important day. Today they were to meet their husbands. The men had all been preselected to each girl; this to ensure that there would be no personality conflicts between the two. This actually gave solace to some of them. If anything else, at least they knew they would get along fairly well. This was extremely important since all draftees were forbidden from divorce. So the men they were stuck with were the ones they'd be with for the rest of their lives. Every man had gone through an exhaustive psychological and general background check. It was very important that every man selected was a very stable and honest person. It wouldn't be fair to the girls if one of them got stuck with a husband that thought beating his wife was sport. Amy stood near a window, staring out into the wooded landscape and nervously playing with the diamond pendant around her neck. Dr. Jacobs had promised her someone extra special. Whatever the hell that was supposed to mean. As soon as the situation allowed, Amy had every intention a leaving the man she was technically already married to. As Ryan she had saved over $6,000 in cash which was stashed in an old humidor under the floor boards of his bedroom. Get home, get cash, get gone. There was no way he was going to stay home it would be the first place they went looking when she went missing. But she too, was turned out to her best. Her dress was made of sheer silk with a satin underlining. It was black with pink embroidered roses down one side and strapless, clinging to her every curve and the flaring at her hips into a very short skirt. "I always did enjoy a blonde in black." Amy's heart froze in her chest as she spun to find Eric beaming down at her. In shock, she took a step back but only bumped into the window. The color drained from her face and her breathing starting coming in short gasp. "What? You're not happy to see me?" "W-why are you here?" Eric smiled and held up his right hand. The white gold wedding band around his ring finger caught the light in the room. That's when Amy's breathing stopped all together. She was the only girl who had been given a wedding ring made of white gold. "But that would mean that we're..." Amy let the sentence trail off, Ryan couldn't bring himself to say it. Not to one of his two best friends. Eric smiled anyway and took her hand. "Come on. Let's get you outta here." Amy couldn't get her eyes to focus and her head swam. The rest of the husbands had been allowed into the room and it was much like a junior high dance; boys on one side girls on the others. Erica led Amy through the middle and out the double doors to find Dr. Jacobs waiting. "Mr. And Mrs. Webber, one more thing." he reached over to a nearby cart and picked up a medication bottle. "This is for you Amy, it's very important that you take one everyday, up to this point it's been added to your food." Amy began to reach for it, but Dr. Jacobs held it out to Eric. "It's very important that she takes these if you wish to have children." he watched Amy's face darken and smiled. "I wish you two a long and fruitful life." Amy watched the bottle disappear into the inside pocket of Eric's coat. Okay, first make that bottle vanish, then make herself vanish. Well maybe, it depended on whether or not Eric actually intended to have sex with her, or if it would be safe for Ryan to come out of hiding. Either way Amy would know soon enough. Amy felt some one shaking her shoulder, and slowly opened her eyes. "Finally." Amy sat up in her seat and straightened her skirt as she did so. Looking around, she realized that they were in a rather nice looking neighborhood. She looked over at Eric, who looked very tired. "Where are we?" "Takes you forever to wake up and not even a hi." "Okay. Hi, how long have we been driving?" Eric glanced at the clock on the dash of the Suburban and did some quick math. "Almost six hours now. There was an accident on the highway." "Six hours? Where did you drive to, China?" Eric smiled over at Amy and said, "Well Dr. Jacobs gave me the choice of any house I wanted. San Diego seemed like a good place. And here we are." Amy looked as Eric pulled into the driveway of a large four bedroom two story house. "Like it?" "It's just a house, Eric. Why did we have to leave Phoenix?" Eric turned off the Suburban and turned completely in his seat to look at Amy. "Look Amy, I understand you're not happy about what's happened to you. But for Christ's sake! Let's kill the friggin' attitude okay?" Amy returned his look without emotion. "Well if you really understand how I feel Eric, then then very least you could do is call me by my real fucking name!" And suddenly Ryan's question on how Eric was going to treat him was answered by a slap across the face. Ryan had shrunk during the transformation and Amy was now almost a full foot shorter than Eric and almost a hundred pounds lighter. She realized this in less than a second and became extremely terrified of her new husband. Ryan quickly retreated back into his cocoon. Obviously this wasn't going to work out the way he hoped. And now he was at least a six hour drive to Phoenix and his $6,000 dollars. "I'm sorry this happened to you Ryan. This isn't easy for me either, but I thought you'd appreciate the effort I had to go through to get here. Keep in mind that Dr. Jacobs will be watching us and he does have the authority to put you with someone else who might use your switch like a toy. So gimme a break and lets try to adjust, kay?" Eric opened his car door and got out, slamming the door in frustration. Amy got out and slowly followed Eric up to the front door. Looking up at the house as she did so and only seeing a really pretty prison. but she followed him anyway and waited as he unlocked the door and then turned to her expectantly. "What?" His anger now gone as quickly as it had come, Eric smiled sheepishly and moved to pick her up. But Amy jumped back, out of reach. "Oh no, you're not picking me up." Eric's smiled broadened and before Amy knew it he had managed to scoop her up and was walking through the door. "Hey, whaddaya think you're doing? Put me down!" Which he did. Setting her down on the marble floor of the foyer. "Welcome home Amy. I couldn't let my wife walk across the threshold of our new home could I?" Amy swallowed her frustration and smiled at him. "I guess not. Why don't you show me around." It was the first time she had heard it, two months living here and it was the first time she had heard the doorbell to her house. There was something else that was amusing; her house. She and Eric had managed to settle into a very comfortable and non-sexual existence. Comfortable to the point that Amy was wearing Eric's sweats and t- shirts around the house. His shirts were so big on her though that she had to tie them in a knot on her back to take up the slack and she had to role the waist down on the sweats to keep them barely holding on to her flaring hips. This sex appeal this gave off was lost on Amy and had yet to figure out why Eric spent a lot of time in the bathroom when he was home and she was dressed that way; which was almost always. The doorbell rang again. Amy slowly walked to the door making sure that Eric's sweat pants weren't falling down as she did so. She had her hand on the door knob before she checked the peep hole. But when she did her heart stopped in her chest. It was Dr. Jacobs. "Open the door, Amy." Amy found that her throat had dried out almost instantly and she had trouble finding her voice. "W-Why are you here?" She heard the back door opening and turned to see two large men coming through the kitchen. "No! Get out of my house!" But even as she said it she knew this was bad news. Amy turned and ran up the stairs to the second floor. The two soldiers went to the front door and opened to allow Dr. Jacobs in. "Go find her. She's hiding something." The two men quickly made their way up the stairs and soon heard a shout of surprise and the sounds of scuffling. Another shout, then crying and then begging. Dr. Jacobs slowly climbed the stairs and found Amy being held by her upper arm and practically standing on her toes to ease the pain of his grip. "What do you want? I thought you weren't going to bother me anymore!" "That's a pretty flat stomach you have there, you should be at least three months pregnant by now, right?" "Please Dr. Jacobs don't do this to me. I swear I've been a good wife for him. Look how spotless this house is and can't you smell the roast in the oven?" "Yes, it it smells very good. But a good wife sees to all of her husbands needs." Dr. Jacobs made a motion and the man holding Amy deftly pulled her arm back into a half nelson. Dr. Jacobs then gently placed his hand on Amy's shoulder, his fingers just barely resting on the back of her neck. Amy suddenly regretted keeping her hair in a pony tail. He looked into her eyes watched her tears erupt. "But I have! I swear!" The other man came out of the bathroom and handed Dr. Jacobs a bottle of medication. The seal was still on it. "Really?" "Eric said he doesn't want kids. Please-" "He's ratted you out Ryan. I don't think you realize how badly you tease him with the way you dress." Dr. Jacobs smiled as he watched the color drain from her pretty face. "That's right he told me everything. Especially about how you won't even share a bed with him." Dr. Jacobs lifted a finger and traced it down Amy's neck as he leaned in to whisper. "And he lied to you, Amy. He does want children; three of them." She mewled and renewed her struggling trying to get away from all three of these men, before she became completely senseless. "One more thing, Ryan." Dr. Jacobs pulled out a syringe and waited as the both men held her still, then he jabbed the needle into her arm, causing her to whine from the pain. "This is a highly concentrated version of the little pills you should already be taking. You will catch a silver bullet on this." Dr. Jacobs tossed the syringe onto the dresser and then pointed to the bed. "Put her there and tie her wrist to the headboard. I'm sure her husband would love to see her waiting for him to come home." "No, please! Don't tie me up, not like this please!" "Don't worry Amy, it'll just make you all the more eager to get what your body wants." he said this as he reached behind Amy and pulled the rubber band from her hair. Letting it fall loosely around her shoulders. "He likes it when your hair is loose, and I'll even take the roast out for you." Amy was brought out of her stupor by the sound of the front door closing. "Eric!" No answer. But she could hear him coming up the stairs and soon he appeared in the doorway. "Eric help me please." Eric took in the sight of Amy on the bed. Her hands were cuffed to the headboard above her head and he could see her wrist were scratched and bruised from the steel bracelets. Her blond hair was loose and framed her face with one strand covering her left eye. The sweats she was wearing had pulled tight against her crotch and her juices had soaked through the gusset of her panties and sweats to leave a large wet spot on the bed beneath her. And if he looked closely he could see that it was a constant flow. "Eric, please. Just fuck me!" But instead of running to the bed like she wanted, he slowly pulled his tie loose and began to undress where he stood. Amy watched helplessly from where she lay. The burn that had settled into a nice hot smolder was now heating up once again. Causing Amy to begin rubbing her thighs together. In her normal state she had always managed to not see her husband in a sexual way. But Eric worked out, constantly. With out his shirt his body looked to have been chiseled from a solid piece of stone. He turned his back to her as he slowly dropped his slacks and underwear. Amy had always made a point of never seeing him naked and he smiled at the audible gasp she gave when he turned around and displayed himself. She moaned at the mere sight of his penis; sending her beyond the capacity to speak. Eric was a "big boy", easily nine inches long and thicker than her own wrist. It stood straight out from the dark mass of his pubic hair. "Fuck...me...now!" They climaxed together, Eric for his first and Amy on her ninth. He could feel her muscles flexing around his shaft as he ejaculated, the head of his penis pushed right up against her cervix, thus injecting his sperm directly into her womb. He was smiling down at her when she finally opened her eyes and the look they held went from pure sexual bliss to absolute horror and disbelief. His organ no longer felt deliciously supple and firm inside of her, it was now painfully big and unwanted. She had to get to the bathroom and rinse herself out before it was too late. "Get off me." "No." "Eric please-" Eric supported himself with one arm and slid the other under her neck. "No! What are you doing!?" Amy pulled at the handcuffs that still held her hands to the headboard. Ryan tried getting his knees between the two of them in an attempt to push Eric away. But Eric countered by pushing himself all the way in, making Amy cry out. "Please Eric, not again. Let me go." He smiled as he ran his finger down the nape of her neck. Amy came instantly. She was avoiding him, to the point that she refused to stay in the same room as him. She stopped cleaning and the house quickly became an ant infested stye. She rarely cooked and when he did manage to bully her into it the fare was more than lacking, and was barely edible. But it had been almost three months and again she was hiding under his clothes. Mainly because her own dresses and skirts weren't fitting anymore, Amy refused to consider anything else but weight gain, even though she'd already missed three periods. The morning (and evening) sickness was always just "bad food". Eric had other ideas and was belated at the thought that his wife might actually be pregnant, but he had to be sure and he knew it wasn't going to be easy. Amy stood in the corner not understanding how he had succeeded in this. For three months she had prevented him from cornering her and now in a moment of sickness he had taken advantage of the situation. Much to her dismay. Eric stood in the doorway of the bathroom, even in her disheveled state Amy was beautiful. And he found her fear of him oddly arousing especially the way she pulled the collar of her turtle neck sweater up to her ears. "What do you want? I told you I didn't want to cook today." "That's okay, we might be going out to dinner tonight anyway." "Why?" Eric pulled a prepackaged pregnancy test out of his pocket and held it out to her. Amy's breath caught in her throat. "What do you want me to do with that?" Eric watched her eyes begin to water. "Amy-" "I can't get pregnant, Eric. I'm a boy remember?" "Amy..." "Why can't we be friends like before, Eric. I'm still Ryan inside, I just look different-" "Stop it!" Eric was tired of this argument and knew she was just trying to piss him off with something else so he would lose focus on what was still in his hand. "Take the fucking test, Amy!" He stepped into the bathroom more and Amy got more scared, tears were freely flowing down her cheeks now. "You will take this test or I will call Dr. Jacobs. right now!" Eric heard the door opening and turned in time to see Amy running from the bathroom, with the applicator stick clutched in her hand. "Hey!" Amy ran from the room and Eric chased her down the stairs towards the kitchen. She had managed to pull the door open to the incinerator when he caught her arm and wrenched her away from the appliance. Amy cried out in pain and suddenly found herself pinned with her back to the wall. With a very angry husband standing nose to nose with her. "Something you might want to show me?" Amy felt so small and helpless as she looked up at his angry face. It wasn't fair! Ryan had just begun to lift weights before he'd been drafted. His sixteenth birthday was supposed to signify his coming into manhood but instead the little white stick clutched in her left hand completely negated everything he had ever learned. No! He screamed from behind clenched crying eyes. This isn't fair! I'm a sixteen year old boy, I'm not pregnant. I can't get pregnant. I can't, I can't, I can't... Amy didn't realize that she was speaking out loud, but she did hear Eric speaking into the phone. "Yes I need to speak to Dr. Jacobs immediately-" She began hyperventilating. Why didn't Eric understand? Why was he so hell bent on doing this to her, weren't they friends? Didn't he know that she equated Dr. Jacobs with the Devil himself? No, he didn't care not about her anyway. In his mind Amy belonged to him now and was his to do with as he pleased. Ryan had been closer to Eric than David. They had been friends since Ryan was 11 years old. Why was he being so mean to him? Ryan had tried to explain to Eric about how he was still the same inside, he just acted different because he couldn't ignore the feminine side of who he was, because, well, he was female. But inside he was still Ryan and Ryan didn't want to embrace what she now was and everyone and their damn mother seemed to be hellbent on forcing it on him. Forcing her to be more emotional than she thought possible. But if Dr. Jacobs came things would get even worse and Amy would be happy if she never even saw his face or heard his name again. "No Eric!" She held out the applicator to him. "Please don't make him come." Eric looked down at Amy. Her eyes bloodshot and waterlogged from crying. "Please. I promise I'll do anything you say if you don't make him come." Eric took the applicator and looked in the little window, but the blue line had faded and it was now blank. She took a half step closer and carefully reached for his hand, "I just want you to be nice to me." Anger clouded his face, he had tried being nice and it had still gotten him nowhere. He hated using her switch, it felt wrong to him. But he had no choice, if they didn't produce a child she would be taken from him. He didn't want that for two reasons: First, the next man might not be as nice as her and second, he loved her. But she wasn't ready to hear that yet. Dr. Jacobs came on the phone, "Yes Mr. Webber? What can I do for you?" Amy squeaked silent and began to reach for the phone, desperate to prevent this. "Eric..." "Dr. Jacobs I need you to come over please." Amy cried out and bolted from the kitchen she had to find a place to hide. The bathroom was no good anymore, Eric had removed the lock. She couldn't get outside, Eric had all those locks coded to his thumb print. She had nowhere to hide, nowhere to escape to. No way of getting free. Eric found her standing in the center of the large living room and turning around slowly. She had a hand on her stomach gentle rubbing it in an attempt ease the sickness that was rising. Eric approached slowly and reached for her. She was mumbling something under her breath and her eyes glazed over. But as he approached her eyes focused and she screeched. Jumping back from him and knocking over a lamp in the process. "Stay away from me!" Eric watched her throat flex as she struggled to keep the rising bile where it belonged. "Amy-" "Call him back, tell him not to come! Please!" Eric moved around the coffee table and Amy moved to keep it between them unknowingly putting herself herself in corner. "Stay away from me! Call...call ..." Amy put a hand to her mouth and dropped to her knees. Wracking sobs mixed in with vomiting greeted his ears. She was really sick this time and couldn't move from where she had laid on the floor, the puddle of vomit nearby and now beginning to soak into the carpeting. She had curled up into a tight fetal position her eyes screwed shut and crying softly. Through the fog of her sickness she heard the doorbell ring and the panic began to rise again. She tried moving, she had to get somewhere safe to hide from the evil doctor. But even twitching a muscle made the sickness worse. she heard voices approaching and suddenly someone took her chin and forced her to look up. "Open your eyes, Amy." Amy opened her mouth several times trying to speak, but each time she had to swallow back bile. "Amy, I know your scared of me, but I need you to open your eyes." Slowly she opened them and found herself looking up into a very bright light. As soon as she opened them Dr. Jacobs knew he had to take her in. Her eyes were horribly blood shot and her pupils were dilated all the way down to tiny specks. She was definitely pregnant and was about to go through a painful miscarriage if he didn't get her to the hospital soon. Dr. Jacobs produced a hypo spray and pressed it against her neck. Amy managed to lift a hand in an effort to stop him. The last time Ryan had seen a hypo spray he'd been turned into a girl he had reason not to like them. But she was so weak that Dr. Jacobs barely noticed her touch. "It's okay Amy, this is just to make you sleep." he felt her fingers barely move as she tried pushing it away again. She didn't want to be put to sleep, she just wanted to feel better. She opened her mouth in a attempt to speak but he pulled the trigger on the hypo spray and she was out before she knew it. This was a problem that had been discovered during the first round of the draft. The test subjects for the technology had been willing male to female transsexuals and while the thought that not all would be able to accept and move on did cross their minds; they somehow didn't realize that almost anyone forced to change and live as another sex would be highly resistant. Some could be made to adjust and accept their new lot in life but others, more then Dr. Jacobs and the higher ups appreciated, would remain highly resistant and quite rebellious. Over time they had found that childbirth was the straw that broke the camels back. Evidently the act of giving life to something ones own body created was the defining moment of final conversion and full acceptance. One of the main reasons it was sure that no husband had violent tendencies was because the girls could die from a well placed strike anywhere on their bodies. But another problem was that once they became pregnant their hormones could nearly drive them insane. And stress they could otherwise normally handle could be deadly to them and the unborn child. Neither of which could be allowed; dead draftees would defeat the purpose of drafting them in the first place. Amy's ankles screamed in agony as she slowly made her way around the indoor track. There were others walking as well, but they were kept separate by the guards that walked along with them. They weren't allowed to socialize at all. The solidarity to be found there would only increase their mental rebellion. It wasn't for lack of trying that they didn't talk to each other, it was just that if they were caught their triggers were hit and then left to suffer until their respective husbands would arrive. For some that could leave them writhing for up to nine hours. Eric had just left about an hour ago. "My ankles hurt, can I stop now." "No." Amy looked up at the man in green fatigues walking next to her. "But I already did six laps." "Dr. Lessell says you do ten now. Walking is good for the baby." "But..." Amy was cut short but a sudden yelp of pain from the girl in front of them. Her name was Sally and she was from a draft intake group ahead of Amy, she was also nine months pregnant. Another side effect of not being naturally female was that their were no warning signs of labor, the first contraction was as hard and painful as the last. Amy watched as Sally's knees buckled and she dropped to the floor, crying in agony and screaming the word no, over and over again. What was happening registered in the back of Ryan's mind; that he too would soon experience the same thing. And he tried to turn away, but his guard wouldn't let him. Everyone stopped and watched as two orderlies appeared and place Sally on a stretcher and carried her away. She felt a firm grip on her arm was pulled towards a nearby door along with the others. "Where are we going?" "To watch." By the time they entered the observation lounge. Sally was laid out on a table her arms fixed above her head by shackles at the wrists and her legs locked into stirrups at the thigh and ankles. She was crying relentlessly now and pulling at her bonds. This wasn't supposed to happen. Amy was led to a seat in front and forced to sit down. She saw how they had Sally strapped down and grimaced: she thoguht it cruel. Dr. Lessell entered the birthing room in green scrubs and went to a panel on the side wall. After pressing a series of switches he turned to watch as the table Sally was laying on began to move upright. Forcing her into a sitting position and bring her knees almost to her chest and opened at a forty-five degree angle. She didn't want to watch this, neither did the others. Amy stood up and tried to walk for the door but she was stopped along with everyone else. "I need to pee." They all urinated a lot these days. "Hold it." The guard roughly forced Amy to sit back down in the chair. They couldn't hear Dr. Lessell, but they watched his lips move and then Sally nodded her head as if to answer a question. As the next contraction hit they watched her hands ball up into fists as she began pushing out the very thing she had denied existed for the last nine months. A cry escaped her lips as she followed Dr. Lassell's instructions from between her legs. Another nurse came to her side and began huffing and puffing away in a pattern, encouraging Sally to follow her example. At this point Sally was willing for anything to make this horrid nightmare end. Even as she huffed and puffed through another agonizing contraction she eagerly awaited the moment when John would sit bolt upright in bed and all this would be over. But all she got instead was another contraction and another step closer to being completely female in mind and body. John could already feel himself slipping away, with every push that Sally gave to expel the object he refused to recognize the smaller and weaker he became. He knew this was it, this was the final battle and he had lost the war. He didn't want to go, this wasn't right, and it wasn't fair! But another contraction came and Sally suddenly found herself pushing as hard as she could. And as John lost his final hold on Sally's mind as the baby slipped free into the waiting hands of Dr. Lessell. John faded to nothing as Sally opened her eyes to see what she had given birth to and was greeted by the petulant scream and cry of a newborn baby girl. And as they released her hands and she reached for her offered child and she heard the faint cries of a masculine voice fade to nothingness in her mind. Of course the medical staff around Sally knew that she had finally accepted everything that had happened and were certain when she bared a breast and offered the nipple to her child. The others didn't understand, Sally had been just like them but now she was okay with it? With that thing they had forced her to push out. The same thing that all thirteen of them had growing in their own bellies. No! With just a cursory glance around the room, Amy could tell she had just come to the same conclusion as everybody else. She had to escape this place, even if it killed her. Surely death would be preferable to what they'd just witnessed. Amy didn't understand it. How was this happening? Dr. Lessell smiled as he watched the monitor fed by the camera in Amy's room. She was six months pregnant, the third and final trimester, and the time when a pregnant woman's hormones have her sex drive pinging right off the charts. Amy and two others were beside themselves in frustration. Frustrated because they didn't know why it was happening, frustrated because it was happening, frustrated because they didn't want it to happen and worse of all because they couldn't figure out how to make it go away. Amy alone had masturbated three times today alone. Any other girl that might have been okay for awhile. But instead each orgasm they had only made things worse and although it wasn't as bad as having her trigger hit, it still left her with the need of a man climaxing inside of her. Amy was sitting on her bed, fingers tightly interlaced together and clutched to her chest as she slowly rocked back and forth. Sleep seemed to refuse to come and take her, leaving her to rot in this condition. Touching herself only made things worse, but she already wanted to do it again. She was almost in tears from it all when she heard the speaker overhead click on. "Amy?" It was Dr. Lessell's voice. "Yes?" "Are you okay?" Amy swallowed the lump in her throat, she wanted to scream no, to beg him for something to make this stop, but not what she wanted and not what he wanted her to have. "I...I can't sleep." Dr. Lessell glanced at the wall clock in the monitor room; it was 3:30 in the morning. "Could you give me something to help me sleep?" "Why can't you sleep, Amy?" He knew damn well why she couldn't sleep, she was too fucking horny! "Please Dr. Lessell, I want to go to sleep. I've been good." Dr. Lessell could tell she was on the edge of losing it. She had first starting showing signs during her morning walk and that was almost seventeen hours ago. The longest she had ever gone, to his knowledge. Something he'd have to ask Dr. Jacobs. "Amy, would you like us to call your husband?" It took almost 45 seconds for her to respond, but Dr. Lessell watched her head slowly nod on the monitor. It took Eric just under three hours to make the trip from San Diego, to just outside Phoenix. Because of his relation to the Program he had been issued a special pass that allowed him unlimited speed to wherever his wife was located. He enjoyed it immensely, it wasn't everyday one had the opportunity to peg the needle on their speedometer. Eric smiled at the thought that Amy had requested him instead of him just having to go and cool her off. Truthfully he had never really enjoyed using her trigger, it was too close to rape in his mind and made it difficult to perform. But this was different and even as he was escorted down the hall towards his waiting wife his erection was straining in his jeans. The sentry opened the door and waited for Eric to enter before closing and locking it behind him. Amy was standing next to the bed, wearing only the lose pink top of her uniform and a pair of white satin panties, which were soaked through. "Hi Eric." "Hey Amy," he said with a half smile. Amy looked, other than incredibly aroused, nervous and unsure. Which she was, this was to be the first time she'd ever had sex without her trigger. Which meant she had a clear mind and fully understood what it was she wanted from him and she had to coax it out of him. Internally Ryan railed at this injustice, but there was nothing he could do, he couldn't sleep until he made love to his best friend turned husband. But she didn't know what to do first. Eric watched as she took a hesitant step toward him. She reached behind her head and pulled her ponytail loose. In her mind she was playing out the only porn movie she had ever seen, except this was the part where Eric was supposed to drop his pants and screw her brains out, but he wasn't doing that, yet. Instead he just stood there staring at her with this goofy smile on his face; making this harder than this already was. Amy swallowed another lump in her throat and opened her mouth to speak, when Eric suddenly closed the distance between the two and picked Amy up off her feet. She fell asleep around eleven in the morning. Eric rolled in the small double bed, his arm out to clasp the warm body of his pregnant wife. His eyes opened when all he felt was empty blanket and sheets. "Get them to open the door, Eric." Amy was standing in the corner of the room, directly under the camera so she couldn't be seen. But it didn't matter because the little red light wasn't on which meant they weren't watching. She was holding his butterfly knife, but it wasn't open, yet. Eric silently cursed himself, carrying that blade was such a habit he forgotten he had it. "Amy what are you doing?" "Don't call me by that fucking name you asshole." Ryan. "Just get them to open the fucking door." Eric slowly moved into a sitting position and placed his feet on the floor. "I swear to god Eric, you make one move towards me and I will cut your fucking dick off." The fact that Ryan could still feel Eric's cum leaking down his thigh made that a very pleasing idea. "Don't forget you taught me how to use this thing." Ryan dropped half the handle and let the blade fall out before turning it and pulling the handle back together; just for emphasis. "Get them to open the door. Last time I'm gonna ask before I give them a reason to come running." Eric silently studied this person he was in the room with. Obviously it wasn't Amy. And if it was Ryan, then his good friend was very upset. The fact that Ryan had yet to raise his voice was disturbing at the very least. "Okay Ryan, can I get dressed first?" "No. I need easy access in case you try something." "Come on Ryan-" "I said no! Now do what I said!" There was suddenly the sound of a key in the lock and the door swung open. Ryan was wound so tight he lunged at the first soldier through the doors. Sinking the blade all the way through the mans kidney. He screamed in agony and then everything went into hyper speed. The second man through reached for Ryan but she took a step back into the room and kicked him in the groin as hard as she could. Part of Ryan felt bad for that, but he was on pure survival mode now. He'd just stabbed someone, that was attempted murder. Escape was no longer a desire but a necessity. He moved to exit the open door, when Eric grabbed him from behind. Wrapping Ryan in a bear hug and lifting him from the floor. "Lemme go!" In a lucky shot Ryan threw his head backwards and nailed his husband dead on the nose with the back of his skull. Eric yelped in pain and released Ryan who landed on his feet, then ran out of the room. It only took one day for Amy to realize that her swollen stomach was like a sore thumb and invited more trouble than a whore house next to a prison. Eric hadn't filled the tank of the Expedition and Amy was only able to get about thirty miles out of Phoenix before she ran out of gas. She had been able to hitch two more rides and was now within twenty miles of the Mexican Border. But didn't know what to do, now. Part of her plan had been to retrieve the money from her fathers house. But she wasn't even able to get into the neighborhood they had been looking for her so hard. And that was just the beginning of her problems. She had run out of water yesterday and hadn't eaten anything in two days. Already she could see evidence of the beefed up border guards. No longer cops in green, but Force Recon trained Marines in desert camouflage. Amy knew these men were now the best equipped and trained soldiers in the military. Their job was to keep the miscreants out and escaped draftees in. It was certain they knew about her and that she was headed their way. From the hill she was standing on she could barely make out the border wall. Another obstacle she hadn't even known was there. A wall of steel and concrete that rose over sixty feet above the floor of the desert and another forty feet beneath it, with various sensors and monitors for at least five mile before reaching the wall itself. Either way it was better to wait until night when it was much cooler. Amy began working her way down the hill. Picking through the boulders and joshua trees in an effort to find a large boulder to lay under, one that wasn't occupied by snakes. Near the bottom of the slope she found a table rock balanced on top of another. After throwing a couple rocks under and around to be clear of snakes; Amy removed her rucksack and climbed under the rock. The task made more difficult by her swollen belly. But eventually she got situated with the rucksack between her knees. Sleep came quickly and mercifully. Amy wasn't sure if it was the baby kicking or her stomach growling, either way it woke her up. The sun had set and the heat of the day was quickly dissipating. It took effort for her to sit up and that act alone seemed to drain her of what energy she had gained by sleeping. After attempting to stretch the kinks out of her back, she pulled the backpack over and began to rummage through it. Hoping that just maybe she hadn't eaten the last granola bar yesterday. But she found nothing. So instead she pulled out the heavy jacket she'd found in the back of the Suburban and shrugged into it, quickly pulling the zipper over her swollen stomach and up to her neck. And now she didn't know what to do. It was easy enough to plan her escape from the United States. But that was before the knowledge of a fifty foot wall that stood on the horizon like a steel belt running across the planet. There was no way he was going to be able to get over it. Not in this condition. So what to do? What to do? Honestly, Ryan hadn't really thought this far ahead. For more than a year now he had only been able to focus on escaping to Mexico but never on how to do it. And now here he was, almost seven months pregnant, thirsty, starving and cold in the middle of the Arizona desert. Ryan's situation finally struck home. Somehow he had convinced himself that this whole experience had been a horrible dream, but the chill that came through the jacket and sank to his bones told him otherwise. He was filled with a heart crushing sorrow and he began to weep. And that weeping became crying which soon turned into balling. He was going to die out here. Alone. No friends. No family. Not even Eric to help him. Oh, Eric. The one person who had tried to be nice to him since this whole thing started. The one person who had tolerated her irrational fits during PMS and had actually held his hair back during the months before his stomach started growing. Would it have been so hard to swallow his pride and be the wife Eric wanted him to be? Even the sex wasn't that bad. Just different and maybe if he had allowed himself to get used to it she might have liked it even. It was possible. And now because he had been such a bull headed ass, Ryan found himself in a impossible situation. "Help!" At the top of her lungs. "Please someone help me!" Amy didn't want to die out here. She didn't want to die period. She climbed out from under the rock and struggled to the top of it. Desperation filled her chest. She wanted to go home, she wanted to apologize to Eric and try to be the one thing he had asked of her. "I need help!" Her voice only echoed back to her carried by the cold night air only to be followed by still silence. In the distance she could see the border wall, lit up by powerful spotlights. Was this something she really wanted to do? How desperate was she really? Ryan had heard stories of people surviving for weeks on just insects and berries, but he was in the middle of the Arizona desert. Where it could easily reach 115 plus degrees on a cool day and near zero at night. That's when she saw them. Two sets of headlights, one following the other up a dirt road in her direction. Ryan's heart lept into his throat and he wasn't so sure he needed to be rescued yet. With panic rising like a tide, Ryan climbed down from the boulder and began moving up the hill as fast as he could. But his sore and starving muscles rebelled and had nothing left to give. Through the pain coursing through his body, Ryan continued to climb up. Picking his way through the large rocks and cacti, his muscles screamed out for relief; and with every step he could hear the engines of the vehicles drawing closer. Ryan's legs gave out and he collapsed to his knees. Huffing and crying at the futility of this whole adventure. How did he actually think he was going to escape? Why did he have to stab that guard? Why did he have to get in that damn car with Eric and David? Ryan slumped to the ground as a cold darkness slowly caved in on her. Was this it? It felt like it. At this point death was okay with Ryan, it