The Return of Thomas GreyChapter 2 Midshipman Feb 1806
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ROOM 1806
When you travel, money is usually tight. You usually end up compromising
on something, be it food, room size, or buying cheap stuff and having it
in your room. I ate maccas in my hotel room in New York 3 nights running
while I was there last time, what does that say about me.
I had flown to the US to meet someone I'd been talking to online. I had
the leave coming, plus she was hot. I hadn't counted on her ex boyfriend
showing up at her apartment in New York, determined to win her back
though. He was definitely not happy to see me and nearly killed me
before I could escape, only now I had nowhere to stay.
After putting on my boots, putting my backpack over my shoulder and
walking down one of the many streets. I headed downtown, headed for one
hotel in particular. I had read about it in readers digest, or some
other magazine, about a haunted room in a hotel, apparently a real one,
from the article.
Maybe it was just something to bring people to the hotel, or they liked
the publicity. In any case, I was nearby and on a whim, decided to stay
there. I'd never stayed in anyplace that was haunted before, so this was
my chance. Hoping that I wasn't too underdressed, I walked in and
stopped at the main reception desk.
Remembering the hotel room in question, 1806, I asked to stay there for
the night, only to be told that it wasn't available. I couldn't take no
for an answer and asked if anyone was staying in it tonight, but once
again, I was told that it wasn't available.
I was now even more determined to stay in it, then took a sideways look
at getting in. I asked for the room next to it, figuring that I could
sneak in later on that night. Paying for the room with my visa card, I
took the key and went up to the 18th floor.
Walking along the hallway, I passed room 1806 but didn't see a light on
underneath. No one was staying in it, but they didn't want anyone in it
for some reason. Instead of an electronic card key for 1806, it had a
normal doorknob on it, that took a regular key, yet another quirk, or so
I thought.
Reaching room 1808, I put in the electronic key and entered the room.
Putting my backpack on the bed, I walked to the window closest to 1806
and opened it up. The ledge under the window would make it easier to get
to it. Alternatively I could try to pick the lock, but I had left my
lock picking kit back home.
Crawling slowly along the ledge, making sure to keep my body up against
the outside wall, I reached one of the windows to 1806 and slid it up.
"Yess, I'm in," I said to myself as I slipped in and walked across the
room to turn on the light.
It wasn't much different to my own room. Double bed, paintings, worn
carpet, oil heater, like most other budget hotel rooms that I had stayed
in.
Wandering through it, I looked but couldn't find anything unusual about
it, no bloodstains, or anything that marked it out as different. After
resting on the bed for about 15 minutes, waiting for something to
happen, anything, I felt hungry.
I nearly reached for the phone by the bed before remembering that I
wasn't booked in here, and I could be tossed out. Glancing around, I
told any ghosts that I'd be right back, then unlocked the door. Ensuring
that I could get back in, and wouldn't have to risk an 18 story fall
again, I returned to my own room and ordered room service. After the
crawl along the ledge, I figured that I'd earned it.
After it had been delivered to my room, and I had tipped the guy, I
picked up my dinner and carried it out. Closing my door behind me, I
returned to room 1806 and closed the door behind me. Maybe the manager
liked to bring women in here, and just kept everyone else out, the
perfect room for intimate encounters, it had to be, there was nothing
haunted about this room. If there was, I would sense it, and I would
have seen something by now.
Laying back on the bed, I turned on the TV and watched cable on it.
After I had finished dinner, I got up and checked out the bathroom.
Returning to the bed, I opened up the daypack I had brought in,
containing a change of clothes, took out the Lynx shower gel that I
carried with me, and returned.
Folding up my clothes as I took them off, I put them on the basin, then
turned on the water. For a haunted room, it was surprisingly clean and
well maintained. Standing under the warm water, I let it flow over me,
clensing me.
After what felt like hours, I turned the water off and slid the curtain
aside. Reaching for the towel, I stepped out and dried off my hair and
face. Turning to where my folded clothes had been left, I froze as I
found them gone.
Looking through the entire bathroom, I walked out and looked around the
bed, they still weren't there. Had someone come in while I was in the
shower and taken them, without me hearing them, my hearing was pretty
good, so they would have to have been really quiet.
"Ok, very funny, now give me my clothes, the joke is over," I said as
loudly as I could without alerting the people in the ajoining room.
Turning towards the closet, I opened it up, expecting to find them in
there, but the only things in there were a white satin corset and long
silk gloves hung up on a pair of hangars. Only silence answered my
questions. "Ok, fine, keep them, they were dirty anyway," I said out
loud, then opened up my daypack.
Instead of my spare clothes, a pink pair of lacy shorts, thigh high
white stockings and a make up kit fell onto my lap. "This is insane,
they found out I was in here, and they're toying with me, that's what
this is all about," I said to myself, then took off the towel and slowly
stepped into the lacy shorts and slid them up my legs.
I ran my fingers over the pink bows on either side as they fitted me
perfectly. As I got them in place, I shivered as the temperature fell
for some reason. Quickly finding the thermostat, I tried to push it to a
warmer temperature, but it wouldn't move an inch. As the cold got more
intense, I remembered the high highs and walked back to the bed.
"They're just shorts, and these,, long socks," I told myself as I held
up the ivory thigh high stockings. Slipping my feet into them, I slowly
rolled them up each leg, anything to stay warm. As the elastic around
the top kept them in place, my feet started to hurt, as if I was
standing on a hot beach.
Wincing and jumping up, I fell back onto the bed. It was as if the floor
was burning. "Oww, oww, dammit, hot,, hot," I yelped as I rubbed my feet
and looked for my boots. Reaching under the bed, my fingers closed on
something and I slid them out. Instead of my hiking boots, my fingers
had closed on the straps of a pair of 4in white strappy pumps.
"This is insane, ok, I'm sorry I broke into the room, the jokes over,
now turn the heat down and give me my clothes back," I yelled to whoever
I was sure was listening in on me.
Sighing as no one came in or answered me, I put one foot down and yelped
as it was still hot, clearly I didn't have much choice but to wear the
pumps, anything to protect my feet. Slipping them into the pumps, I was
even more surprised to find that they fitted my size 11 feet perfectly.
Buckling up the ankle straps, I stood up in them and nearly fell as I
had never worn heels before, never.
Swaying in them, I took my first steps, expecting a camcorder armed geek
and hotel employees to bust in any second now to record my humiliation.
Turning towards the door, I walked in them for the first time and
leaned back to walk more easily in the pumps.
Reaching the door, I tugged on it, but it seemed to be stuck, or jammed.
Pulling harder on the handle, I yelled and pounded on the door. I was
genuinely worried now and made as much noise as I could.
As I began to knee the door, I froze as the lights went out in my room.
I had a mild fear of the dark and I kept my body against the door. I
soon felt a tingling in my crotch, ass and legs. My feet felt the same
as I tried the door again.
Suddenly I was pushed against the door from behind and pinned there. I
heard footsteps and felt someone breathing against me. Unable to move or
fight back at all, I felt long gloves being slid up along my arms, then
the satin corset from the closet being wrapped around my waist and laced
up.
"Stop this, stop, now," I yelled as the corset was laced up behind me,
constricting my waist and preventing me from breathing normally. A satin
choker was done up around my neck, then I was released, just like that.
As the lights snapped back on, I spun around, my hands held up
defensively, ready for anything, the manager and staff, a 10ft tall
wizard, anything, but there was no one there.
Glancing down at my arms, which now looked a lot more slender, I froze
as I took in my bust. Somehow, between when the corset was laced behind
me, and when the lights turned on, I had grown breasts. A very
impressive pair too, from my angle, E or even a pair of G cup breasts.
They filled the cups of my corset and supported them. My hands ran over
the satin material and along my now very trim belly. As they moved over
my crotch, I froze as I didn't feel my familiar cock and balls under the
lacy material. Panicing and pleading now, I pulled them down to find a
perfect, bald pussy in place of my cock.
Panicing more and more, I slid the shorts back up and realised that my
legs were now longer and more toned, completely hairless, as any womans
legs would be. My feet looked a lot smaller in the pumps, instead of
having size 11 feet, they looked to be size 7.
"No, no, this isn't happening, its not real, something had to have been
given to me, a drug, something, this isn't happening, I'm back in my
hotel room, watching cable and having a drink," I said to myself, in
disbelief as I knew I wasn't female, but what my hands and eyes were
telling me said otherwise.
Feeling something brushing against the back of my neck, I reached up and
locks of curly blonde hair brushed against my face. Long hair, I asked
myself as I rushed into the bathroom. I could move faster in my pumps
now, which worried me more than you realise.
The scared face of a young woman stared back at me from the bathroom
mirror. She looked to be about 19 to 21, long blonde hair, high
cheekbones, soft lips, a cute upturned nose and bright blue eyes.
Reaching my hands to the mirror, still not believing it, I backed away
from my reflection and ran back to the hotel room door.
Pounding and pushing at it, I felt shorter and a lot weaker. Even in my
pumps, I was probably only about 5ft 7inches tall. "It's no use, the
door won't open unless I open it," I heard from behind me as I spun
around to face whoever it was.
She looked to be about 35, long dark hair, intense blue eyes, a very
sensual figure. Wearing a long black dress, boots and holding onto a set
of keys, she looked me over as I was pressed back against the door.
"It's been many years since someone was last in this room, at least 15
years, I was surprised when I got the psychic message," she said to me
as I took it in.
"So, you did this to me, undo it, I want to get out of here, whatever
you want me for, I won't do it," I told her as boldly as I could, then
advanced on her.
Laughing as I approached her, she caught my right wrist in her hand and
easily spun me around. Struggling and kicking as she pinned me to the
coffee table, I still couldn't pull free no matter how much I tried.
"Carefull princess, I don't want to hurt you," she whispered into my
ear, then softly caressed over my firm, lace clad ass cheeks and smooth
thighs.
"You'll be perfect, just perfect. Now you know why the manager keeps
everyone out of here. I nearly caught him once, but he managed to
escape. Now he keeps everyone out of this room, but you got in anyway,
you have no idea how happy that makes me," she added as she rubbed over
my new pussy, making me squirm and gasp in surprise and arousal.
Smiling at my gasp, she continued to rub over my pussy. "You like this
don't you princess, you like me rubbing there, you want to run, to tell
me to stop, but you cant, can you," she again whispered to me as I
moaned louder in pleasure.
Unable to talk, I continued to gasp and moan as she slipped my lacy
shorts down and gently rubbed my new outer lips. Having only enjoyed
pleasure as a man before, I whimpered and bit my lip to keep squeals
from leaving my mouth as she slowly fingered me. I'd never had anything
inside me before, it wasn't something I was used to, but as she fingered
me deeper, it felt better and better.
"Yess, just tell me to stop and I will, but you don't want me to, do you
princess', she said softly to me as I squirmed and pushed back against
her fingers. My mouth opened but no words came out. Bucking against her,
she continued to finger me until a pleasurable pressure built up inside
me.
Faster and harder she fingered me until I screamed out loudly in ecstasy
and shuddered against her. "Yess, yess princess, cum for me, cum for
your new mistress, cum like the girl that you are," she said to me over
and over as I orgasmed and came against her.
It was like no orgasm I'd had before, more interior than exterior. My
knees gave way as I came and I fell to them as she released me. Leaning
against one of the padded chairs, I caught my breath as I continued to
whimper and shudder in front of her.
More confused than before, I slowly looked up at her. She only smiled
down at me triumphantly, then secured a white leather collar around my
slender neck, then a similar pair of leather cuffs around my wrists.
Securing them behind me, she urged me to my high heeled feet and lead me
towards the door.
"Your going to enjoy your next life princess, your going to enjoy it a
lot," she told me as she opened up the door, something that I couldn't
do before. Instead of the hallway of the hotel, it was a different
hallway. As I was still weak from my first orgasm as a woman, she tugged
on my collar to get me to follow her through the doorway.
"Where.. Where are we," I softly asked her as she lead me down the
hallway. We definitely weren't in the hotel anymore, we were in a
mansion or chateau somewhere. She was clearly a powerful witch of some
kind.
"We're in one of my homes princess, this one is in England. I don't
sound English I know, but I can be and sound like any nationality that I
want," she told me as she lead me into a study.
Tugging on my collar to keep me close to her, had me kneel next to her
while she sat down in a padded armchair in front of a dark fireplace,
then flicked something into the fireplace.
Less than a second later, it flared to life, as if she had flicked a
match onto a pool of gasoline in the hearth. "Ah, that's better, you'll
feel warmer now, you do look very fetching in that though," she said as
she reached towards me and caressed my cheek and along my neck.
"You've probably already figured out that I'm a witch, a powerful one.
Rooms like that hotel room are set up all over the world, but the one
you went into is one of my dormant ones. I do so enjoy company, female
company most of the time. You will never see home again Scott, but if
you behave, you will live to serve me, see to my needs, and if your
good, you will also be kept content and happy here," she softly told me
as I could only nod my head in acceptance.
"Good girl, so many others have fought it, abused me and lashed out at
me. I had to punish them severely to get them to behave, like Lucy over
there, come in Lucy," she said to someone just out of sight.
I heard a pair of high heels clicking their way to me before I saw her.
She was about my new age, with a bust like mine. She was a redhead, with
long curly tresses going down her back. Wearing a long sleeved black
satin French maids outfit, she lowered her gaze and curtseyed to her,
then looked at me, as if trying to warn me of something.
"Lucy was once Matt, a travelling salesman. I snatched him from a hotel
room in Iowa, he fought me, quite a lot before I broke him and now he..
Sorry, she, serves me willingly, don't you Lucy," she said to the maid,
who only nodded her head and waited.
"Good girl, now, back to your duties, I want to see the silverware and
mirror shiny enough to see my reflection in," she said to her, who
curtseyed again and left the room.
"So now you see. Their transformations are permanent, but not yours. If
you stay like that for another day, it will be permanent, but I have an
offer for you. If you accept it, you will have a measure of freedom, and
make someone I know very happy".
"I do.. Occasionally venture out and meet men. Looking into their minds,
they see me as their ideal woman and we share a bed for several hours. I
leave them with only a partial memory of me though. Once or twice a year
I do this. About half the time it results in pregnancy, now, I cant live
openly, as I don't age. I adopt them out and watch over them, to see how
their doing, how my children are doing," she softly said and sounded sad
as well when she said that.
"One of my most recent children lost her 14yo daughter in the London
July 7 bombings. She hasn't been the same since and from consulting
various.., others, I've learned that she will commit suicide before the
year is out. Its been two years since then, as you know. I cant turn
back time and prevent the attacks, or stop the bombers, as much as I
want to. We have rules among our kind, that stops us from altering
history".
"I can give you her 14yo body and send you back to that day in July, to
a minute before the attack. Make her remains disappear from the bus that
she was on that was blown up. You will have freedom, and bring my
daughter happiness again. Its either that, or stay here as one of my
servants, the choice is yours," she told me as I knelt there and thought
about it.
I'd be a teenager, a female teenager if I accepted. I wouldn't be kept
in this place, then it hit me. I could try to stop the bus being blown
up, and warm my male self in 2005 not to go in that hotel room. I would
have to work hard to make him believe that I was him, two years from
then, but it was possible.
"Ok, I'll do it, I'll become her daughter, I'll make her happy again," I
told her as she waited, then smiled again and softly kissed my forehead.
"Thank you, you've just done both of us a huge favour, and I will make
it up to you, now come with me," she said as she tugged on my collar
again and had me follow her out of the warm study.
I shivered again as I followed her, walking along the long carpet down
the hallway, then up a set of stairs to another room. This one was
almost bare, apart from mirrors against the walls and several large
crystal formations in the centre.
She had me stand in the middle of the crystals, then stood back and
raised her hands up high. The crystals began to glow as she softly cried
out in a language that I'd never heard before. The mirrors clouded up,
showing only white and purple clouds.
A pressure soon built up around me, harder and harder as I struggled to
breathe. Just as it got too much for me to bear, I cried out, then
everything went white around me and I passed out from the extreme
pressure surrounding my body.
I briefly felt a flying sensation, then falling onto something hard. As
I opened my eyes, I heard traffic sounds and normal conversations.
Slowly sitting up, I saw that I was on a sidewalk, and from the red
doubledecker buses and the English accents I could hear, I was clearly
in London.
Glancing down at my body, I froze as I saw that I was in a different
female body. Gone was the white satin corset, lacy shorts and thigh
highs that I had had on before, even my breasts were smaller, which I
was very glad for. In their place was a grey pleated knee length skirt,
flat soled shoes, a grey top and a green tie.
Quickly getting to my feet, I picked up the bag that had fallen from my
shoulder, which had the name Kate Foster on it, clearly my new name, and
quickly walked to the closest newstand. Used to having long legs and big
feet, I had to nearly run to be as fast as I used to be. Checking the
newspapers there, I swallowed nervously as the date on all of them was
July 7 2005.
She had really done it, she had transported me 2 and a half years back
in time. Brushing aside a lock of my still blonde hair, I got a look at
my new face in a shop window. I did indeed look about 14, with a cute,
angelic face, sky blue eyes, soft lips and a developing body.
Checking the watch on my wrist, I ran to where I remembered the bus had
exploded, minute or second now. I had to, I had to save them, to hell
with the consequences. I remembered that the bus had exploded at the
north east corner of Tavistock Square, I had to get there and I had to
get there fast.
Racing across the street, I reached it and ran through it. Catching a
glimpse of the bus in the corner of my eye, I turned to it and ran, but
before I'd ran 5 steps, it exploded. The roof of the upper level was
blown up and out. Falling and covering my eyes as it went up, I could
only watch as people died, people that didn't deserve to die.
Tears filled my eyes as police sirens filled the air, along with those
of ambulances. I was too late, I'd tried to but I'd failed to save them.
Only when I sat up was I aware of blood trickling from a deep cut to my
right temple, by flying shrapnel from the explosion.
She had told me that Kate regularly cut school. Why she had been on that
bus, I don't know, but this was one day that she shouldn't have been
anywhere near a bus. Paramedics soon arrived and began to help the
wounded, while others carried away the dead.
My deep cut was tended to and the cops called my new mother to come and
get me. While I waited, Kates memories came to me, of living here, how
she got along with her mother. Her father had left them when she was 4,
and she had never forgiven him for doing so. More and more memories came
to me, but when I thought about my own life and memories, I couldn't
remember as much.
I could remember my first name, where I lived, friends names, but not my
last name, or exact address, nothing that I could do to warn myself of
what was to come.
I had been holidaying through Canada when the bombings happened, but
being here, seeing it live, it was all real and surrealistic. Its not
something I liked seeing. Could I really do this, become Kate, I asked
myself as I heard a familiar voice, but at the same time, an unfamiliar
voice.
"Kate," I heard again and turned to see my new mother run to me and
nearly pick me up as her arms wrapped around my body. As Kate, I was
barely 5ft tall, maybe 5ft 1inch if that. I missed being 6ft tall as she
kissed my forehead and held me.
"What are you doing here, never mind, let's go, I'm taking you home.
From what the police told me, I nearly lost you," she added as real
tears fell from her cheeks, matching mine as I felt real emotions as she
held me.
"I'm sorry, I won't cut class again, ever, I promise, ok. Mum," I said
to her as she lead me to where her car was parked. Sitting in the back
as she drove, I rubbed my slender hands together and crossed my long,
smooth legs. I was in a body that was still growing and developing, a
body I knew little about, but would become very much aquainted with in
the next few years and the rest of my life.
2 YEARS LATER
"Wake up Kate, time for a shower and breakfast," I heard my mother call
from the kitchen. I really didn't want to get up out of bed. Wearing a
pair of pink boxer shorts and a tank top, I slipped out of bed and took
my school uniform out.
True to form, I had adjusted to live as Kate. I now lived in South
London with her in a working class area, she worked hard to provide for
me and in return, I was the best daughter I could be. I had made a few
subtle changes though, I wore boxers to sleep instead of nighties, ate
certain different things and acted a bit older than I looked, which I
was really.
Standing under the water, I rubbed the scented body wash over my skin
and was soon smelling sweet again. Shampooing and conditioning my long
hair as well, I savoured the water, then reluctantly turned the shower
off. I didn't dare touch myself like I enjoyed, not with my mother here.
I know she would have understood, but I hadn't wanted to be caught doing
that in my previous life, so I was even more determined not to in this
one.
Drying myself off with the towel, I dried my shoulder length hair as
well, then changed into the white satin bra and panties, skirt and
uniform shirt of the school that I went to. School, I had been done with
that over a decade ago, now I was back in it, abet as a teenage girl.
Applying a light coat of make up, I emphasised my eyes and lips, then
finished drying my hair, put it in two loose pigtails, then stepped out
to the kitchen. It was almost 2 years to the day since I had become
Kate, 2 years of dealing with periods, the worlds expectations of me. I
was so used to hearing a british accent from my lips that I had stopped
hearing it, it was normal to me now.
I had also dealt with school, with exams. I had found a job at a
photography studio, working there casually for extra money. I had
enjoyed it enough in high school before, and liked the smell of
photographic chemicals. They were used here too, but it was also digital
work. It paid for some of the lingerie that I had bought, without my
mothers knowledge of course.
One of my newest acquisitions was a black satin bra and panty set, what
every girl wore when she first had sex. I hadn't had sex yet, I wasn't
ready for that, but I would be. My body would respond in the right way,
I was already checking out boys at school, perving like any girl would.
I had changed a lot, when it came to what I liked and disliked.
School would be over soon enough, then I would come home and get ready
to go out. Myself and some of the other girls at school were going to a
concert tonight, the money I had earned had paid for those as well. At
least as a female, I could be a groupie and act with more freedom.
If I felt daring enough, I might lift my top up to show off my breasts,
which had grown quite a lot in the last two years. They were my babies,
and I was proud of them.
Do I regret entering that hotel room, no, not for a second. What I've
lost pales in comparison to what I've gained. I'm Kate Foster, a 16yo
teenager, and I love it.
End of story, I hope you like. I also pay respects to those who died on
July 7 2005. No disrespect to them is intended, they rest in peace, and
may the 4 bombers spend eternity in hell, giving fellatio to bill
Clinton.
Jerri
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