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Inside Out Part 2 That Last of Sheila?
By Suzanne Knight
I got up around 7Am showered and shaved, went with a comfortable bra
with weighted breast forms that moved naturally when I walked, put on
the waist cincher, sheer taupe pantyhose and a gaffe. The Sheath Vee
String Vagina had been pretty uncomfortable yesterday after only a few
hours. I did understated make up except I still used the dark red
lipstick that went with the finger nails. I slipped into the white
blouse and the blue business suit I had purchased the day before. The
skirt came to about an inch above my knee. I decided on a chin length
red wig, a pearl choker and small drop pearl earrings to match. I
stepped into a sensible pair of dress shoes with just a slight heel.
When I came out of the bedroom Mike looked surprised at the outfit and
the change in appearance but didn't say anything. We packed up the car
and checked out, I told him to drive into New York City to Penn Station.
As we drove in I was concerned about my look today I meant to blend in
not standout, but my ability to pass over the past couple of days had
been greatly enhanced by being with Mike, a manly looking man, and the
fact that I was a tall blond showing a good deal of tit and leg.
Certainly none of the men I had interacted with had focused on my
shoulders or brow line. When we got to the station I told Mike to circle
the block for a while I would probably be about 10 minutes. He pulled
over I grabbed my brief case, took a deep breath and got out of the car.
People were bustling by on the side walk, no one even looked at me.
Gaining confidence I walked into the station it was about 11AM and it
was not too crowded. I found a quiet place to sit. I made sure there
wasn't anyone within earshot, and took out my Day-timer and real cell
phone, I pretended to consult the Day-timer then I called my ex wife
Jean, she didn't answer, in my real Stu voice I said, "Jean, I called to
say I was safe and heading for the West Coast, don't know when I'll be
able to call again, please don't tell anyone you heard from me."
While I was talking there was a train announcement in the background. I
thought to myself, "Perfect!" I was confident the bitch would call the
authorities as soon as she heard the message. For good measure I also
called my boss Paul, and once again left a similar message. I was pretty
sure he would tell the police too. Paul had been taking credit for my
work for years and from his own purely selfish point of view, was
probably the only person that really cared if I was dead or alive.
Hopefully one or the other would report the contact or even the Feds
might trace the cell call to the nearest tower and conclude that I was
on a train heading for California. I was pretty sure whatever the
authorities learned would somehow get leaked to the bad guys as well.
Then I turned off my cell phone put in back in the brief case and walked
over to the newsstand and tried to casually peruse the magazines. At
once I noticed my picture on the front page of USA Today, I guess the
story hasn't died down yet. Then I heard some say, "Excuse me." I turned
and was face to face with a Policeman. My heart stopped.
He smiled and handed me my Day-timer and said, "You left this on the
bench Miss."
I managed a quick smile, and took it from him saying, "Oh thank you so
much Officer, I'd be in big trouble without this." I walked quickly out
of the station and waited for what seemed like an eternity until Mike
pulled up, I got in the car, and let out a huge exhale, turned to Mike
and said, "Go south on the NJ Turnpike." For the next half hour I tried
to get my heart to beat normally again.
It was raining steadily all afternoon as we drove to Philadelphia, if
the truck drivers were looking I didn't notice, my mind was elsewhere. I
did note that Mike kept checking me out similarly to the morning before.
I thought it odd since now he knew about me, but he would keep stealing
a peek or two when he thought I didn't notice. In my mind I was back to
thinking about my, or more accurately my behavior as Sheila yesterday.
Once again I saw Mike glancing at me, I thought maybe he likes redheads
or maybe because of the power suit I was wearing, perhaps he is drawn to
women authority figures. Then it hit me! Sheila wasn't just my gender
opposite, she was a completely opposite personality. She was bold,
aggressive, and manipulated people, Stuart was shy, timid and had been
manipulated by people like Jean and Paul all his life. Sheila was into
power and control. She had used sex appeal to control Mike, the truck
drivers and Bobby the desk clerk. She was so focused on their cocks less
because of sexual desire than because it was a sure sign that she was
controlling the situation. She could make them get hard and if she chose
she could make them get soft.
We got a room at The Embassy Suites near the Philly Airport, It was only
Thursday and we had a couple of days to kill. I didn't know anyone and
had no ties to this area so I thought it was a safe place to spend a day
and maybe see some of the sights. It is of course the City of Brotherly
Love but I didn't think Mike would be making any advances. We got dinner
at the hotel and I decided to retire early since I hadn't slept much the
night before and it had been a very stressful day.
I woke up very early in the next morning, took a shower and shaved my
entire body again. I put on a little make up and the red wig and went
out to see if I could manage to make myself a cup of coffee without
waking Mike up. I had to walk past the sofa bed to get to the
kitchenette, as I passed I looked at Mike, all of the blankets and
sheets were on the floor and he was sound a sleep, completely naked and
his cock was fully erect. I thought now who could he be dreaming about.
I went over and stroked it, it was hard as a rock, I bent down a kissed
the tip I was about to swallow it when he stirred, his eyes opened, he
was startled and rolled away saying, "Get away from me."
I was embarrassed and my pride stung, I lashed out and said, "Oh I'm
sure there's a long line of gals looking to suck that back at the
homeless shelter."
Friday was a warmer, sunny day, but the chill between Mike and I was
enough to make it feel frosty. I was dressed in jeans and a hoodie, the
short red wig and enough make up to avoid looking too much like a guy.
We did the usual tourist things we went to see the Liberty Bell
Independence Hall, the steps that Rocky ran up etc. I thought Mike might
have been checking me out but then again it might have been my
imagination. Early in the evening we drove down to the DC area. We
stopped at a highway rest stop in Maryland and got some fast food for
dinner. I was pleased that no one seemed to take much notice of me.
I was getting more comfortable with my ability to pass. That I believe
was due to a few things. First, the long hidden Sheila was coming out of
hiding deep inside me. As Sheila I wasn't afraid or timid, I was
confident and I moved and spoke in a confident manner. Now few things
will give a cross dresser more confidence than being hit on by straight
guys and that had happened very early in the trip. That initial
confidence was reinforced by the men I had interacted with, which in
turn made me more confident. But it had also been important to blend in
as I had over the past two days. With the red haired wig and casual
clothes I didn't attract much attention and certainly little or no
scrutiny. However I was also aware my interactions with anyone other
than Mike had been very short. The longest was with Bobby the desk clerk
and most of that involved more action than talk. Also I had yet to
exchange more than a sentence or two with a woman.
We checked into another Residence Inn, this time in Alexandria,
Virginia. Sam Phillips office at the DEA is in Alexandria so I thought I
might as well be close by. Mike as usual was watching TV, I just went
into my bedroom and thought about how I was going to safely end this
week on the run.
Saturday was a pleasant sunny day so I decided we should do some tourist
things. I dressed casually for the day in jeans a t-shirt and zippered
hoodie and comfortable shoes..
I wore the red wig, minimal makeup, silver hoop earrings We bought
tickets for a bus tour, and saw the Capitol, the White house, the
Lincoln Memorial, the Washington Monument. and the Jefferson Memorial.
At the Lincoln Memorial Mike spent a few minutes just staring in the
direction of Arlington National Cemetery. Finally he asked, "Sheila,
would you mind going to the Viet Nam Memorial?"
I was taken a bit by surprise by how nicely he spoke to me. I answered
as sweetly as possible, "Certainly if you want to, Mike."
So we went, he seemed troubled as soon as we got there and for a long
time just sat in front of one spot of the wall which I presumed
contained the name of a close friend. After a while he wandered a bit
further and sat at yet another spot. I gave him a lot of space and was
content to sit on a nearby bench and enjoy the fine day. At one point he
seemed to be shaking almost like he was sobbing. I though to myself,
"Poor Bastard who knows what horrible things he went through." Then it
occurred to me that compassion was a prime element of Stuart, certainly
not of Sheila. I was somewhat comforted that Stuart wasn't being
completely overwhelmed by Sheila. That was good because Stuart was going
to have to reappear very soon.
We stopped at a little restaurant in Old Town Alexandria for dinner. Now
we had long ago perfected the goal of pretending to be a married couple.
During the course of our typical day we had no meaningful interaction,
very little conversation, none that didn't have to do with travel and
dining, and of course we had no sex. Despite that I attempted to draw
him out and get him to talk, but he stonewalled me. He just seemed
tormented.
We got back to the room and Mike said "There is something you can do for
me" Surprised and still thinking with compassion I replied, "Of course
Mike, what is it you want?" he said.
"That new bottle of scotch."
Now he knew I had one because he had bought it, I knew it wasn't
particularly nice to have an alcoholic buy booze but I was afraid I
would be asked for ID. I replied, "Mike that's not a solution, you have
been sober for quite a while."
He replied adamantly, "I know what I am doing and I certainly don't need
your moral advice."
I thought well at least he didn't call me names. I said, "OK, but give
me a couple of minutes." Thoughts of compassion were gone, Sheila saw a
situation to control.
The bottle was in my room. I went in slipped out of my clothes, my
breast forms were on, I slipped the vagina on, fixed my makeup and put
on my robe. I bought the bottle out and said, "Well you shouldn't drink
alone in your state of mind."
He fixed two drinks, I lit a cigarette and inhaled and exhaled as sexily
as I could, occasionally batted my eyelashes, and played with my hair. I
attempted a couple of times to get him to talk but to no avail. After he
had downed his third drink while I was still nursing my first, I figured
this was a waste of time. So I reached out and touched his lower arm and
said, "Mike, I will be in my room if there is anything I can do for you,
just let me know."
About an hour later he burst into my bedroom, jumped on me and tried to
kiss me. He reeked of scotch but he had a raging hard on so I pushed
him off, he was kneeling between my legs, and I said, "I thought you
didn't want to touch me."
He mumbled something incoherent. I rolled over to my purse on the night
stand and got a condom thinking to myself, "Oh well he has plenty of
demons this will just be one more when he sobers up." I slipped the
condom on his cock, and then I wrapped my legs around his neck and
pulled him toward me, I reached out and guided his cock into my anus,
and whispered, "OK Mike let's see what you've got." He was like a wild
man, I hadn't had much anal so the pain was excruciating, I felt like I
was going to split in half, but I was enthralled watching him, all the
passion, his face contorting, his heavy breathing, and the wild
thrusts. Eventually the pain subsided and some sense of pleasure
developed. It hurt but as the song goes it hurt so good. I don't think
he ever came, probably he was too drunk. Eventually he just passed out.
It was weird sharing my bed with a man, especially one who snored, and
tossed and turned half the night. After a fairly restless night I got up
about 7 AM. As I showered it occurred to me it was Sunday morning. I
decided to dress up as though I were going to church and take a walk. I
dressed pretty much as I did the other day in New York. I wore the blue
suit, white blouse and pumps. But I went back to the shoulder length
blond wig and a discrete amount of eye makeup. I applied the same dark
red lipstick that matched my nails. About 9 AM I left a note for Mike
and called the front desk to ask for directions to a nearby church. The
desk clerk seemed to think it odd that I didn't care which denomination.
Praying to make it safely through the next 24 hours might be something I
should do, but walking into a church dressed as Sheila seemed to be the
wrong thing to do. I put on my sunglasses and grabbed my purse and
walked in the direction of the church. It was a very pleasant day and I
just loved the sound of my heels on the pavement as I walked.
I saw a Starbucks and went in to get some coffee and I bought the Sunday
Washington Post. They had a couple of outdoor tables so I went out and
sat down at one. I was no longer much of a news story, though there was
a small item in the National News section. I was sipping my coffee
smoking a cigarette and enjoying the newspaper, when a group of 4
Hispanic men sat down at the next table. I was immediately somewhat
fearful, but I understand enough Spanish to know they were discussing
the better parts of my anatomy. I noted with some irony that the blond
wig always seemed to get reactions out of men, whereas no man other than
Mike seemed the least bit interested in me in the short red wig. I guess
that must be why they say blonds have more fun.
One of the Hispanic guys got up and walked over to me and said, "Hey
Honey, you want to party with us?"
I took a long drag and exhaled it slowly and replied, "Sorry, I am on
my way to church."
He let out a laugh and turned to his friends and said something in
Spanish and they all laughed. I glanced at them and my blood ran cold. I
recognized the one that had been obscured when they were all sitting
down, it was Carlos Jimenez.
If I wasn't so scared I might have reflected on the irony of the
situation. Nationwide manhunts going on for both of us and here we are
together, not a half mile from the DEA. Regaining a bit of composure, I
put out my cigarette, threw my coffee and newspaper in the trash, smiled
and said "mustn't be late for church" and walked out to catcalls and
wolf whistles. I walked in the direction of the church. I looked back
and one of them was following me at a distance. With my heart pounding,
I decided I had no choice but to go into the church. It was a Catholic
Church and the 10 O clock Mass was just about to start. I had to walk by
the priest who was waiting to process up the aisle. He smiled and said,
"Good Morning! Visitors are always welcome here. Where are you from?"
I smiled and said, "I'm from Boston."
He said, "Oh I have many priest friends there, what parish are you in?"
I replied, "Our Lady of Perpetual Motion."
He looked perplexed, but just then the music started and he walked to
the altar. I stayed in the back of the church and prayed that lightning
would not strike me. I remained through the entire Mass and left with
the crowd. I didn't see any of the Hispanic guys around so I hurried
back to the hotel.
Mike had not yet awakened, I noticed he hadn't quite finished the bottle
of Scotch last night So I fixed myself a strong one and attempted to
settle my nerves. Within a few minutes Mike came out of my room, he
looked at me dressed up, his face registered surprise but he didn't say
a word. I sipped my drink and said, "Good morning lover!"
He winced. I continued, "It's a lovely day, I decided to go to church."
Again he looked surprised. I laughed and said, "Hey don't knock it, you
know a little forgiveness is always good for the soul."
He shook his head and said, "Don't talk to me Bitch!"
I thought to myself, "Well at least he insults me as a woman now."
For the rest of Sunday Mike and I hung out in the room without making
eye contact or uttering a word. He tried to recover from his hangover
and I tried to make a detailed plan to put Sheila back on the inside and
get Stuart on the outside, and get into DEA protective custody without
getting killed.
Monday morning got up showered and dressed casually. I called Sam
Phillips at the DEA. Thank God he answered I said, "Sam, this is Stuart
Fitzgerald, you are the only one I trust, can you protect me?"
He replied, "Yes, absolutely." He continued, "Where are you? How have
you hid this long?"
I said, "I am close by, but so is Carlos Jimenez, he is in Alexandria."
Sam replied, "He can't be!" and then said, "are you in Alexandria, I'll
come and get you right now."
I said, "Not so fast, I have a few things to do, I'll call you in a
couple of hours and tell you where to come to get me, in the mean time
find Jimenez!" I hung up before he could protest.
I drove Mike to the train station, I gave him his money and enough extra
for a ticket. As he got out of the car I said, "Thank you Mike for
everything."
He looked back at me, his face was sad and just said, "You're welcome
Sheila."
I thought well it might have been weird for him but at least it was a
change from the tedium of his normal life. I went back to the hotel and
changed back into boy mode, packed up Sheila's stuff and drove to a
personal storage place and rented a small compartment in Steve
Callahan's name. I paid for a year in advance and put all of Sheila's
stuff in there. Then I drove to Enterprise and turned the car and had
them drop me back at the hotel. I called the front desk to check out and
called Sam and said, "Meet me in front of the Residence Inn." By the
time I got to the front of the Hotel, three black SUV's were there. Sam
came out of the first one, two agents came up to me and put a bullet
proof vest on me and whisked me into the back seat second vehicle. Sam
joined me and the convoy screeched off.
He said, "We found Jimenez and his gang at Starbucks just around the
corner."
I laughed to myself. Sam said, "How did you ever manage to avoid our
dragnet?"
This time a little laugh slipped out of the corner of my mouth at the
use of the term "dragnet." I just replied, "It's a long story, maybe
I'll share it some day."
I was kept in Alexandria long enough to identify Jimenez and testify at
a hastily arranged Federal Grand Jury. Then I was taken in the dark of
night to a secure facility in rural Virginia.
I had a little guest cottage and access to recreational facilities like
a gym and swimming pool book and movie library. Interaction with the
other "guests" was extremely limited and my time was consumed by
reading, watching television and working with lawyers both from the DA's
office in Boston and the Justice Department. Of course there were
multiple delays and continuances before we could get to trial. I grew
more angry and frustrated with each passing week. I was powerless to do
anything about my situation. I was completely in the control of the
Government and probably would be for the rest of my life. The more
frustrated I got the more I thought of my week as Sheila, oh yes it was
dangerous but it was also exciting, but most important Sheila was in
charge. I found myself fantasizing about being Sheila again. I checked
out a bunch of Film Noir movies with sexy manipulative heroines like
Jane Greer, Lisabeth Scott. Linda Darnell and my all time favorite
Kathleen Turner in "Body Heat" and watched them over and over. I started
hitting the gym and pool very regularly and lost about 10 pounds.
When it was about three months before the trials, I was visited by Sam
Phillips from the DEA. He said that Edgar Velasquez, the one that had
been arrested early was the nephew of the head of the cartel. It was
Sam's opinion that the cartel would never stop looking for me. He felt
they would want to make an example out of me to make anyone else think
twice OR three times about testifying against them. With that bit of
comforting analysis, he outlined what the Witness Protection Program
was thinking in terms of my so called "New Life."
Now I had to admit he was probably right about the cartel and the plan
wasn't too bad. It called for me to have some plastic surgery, nose and
eyes and then they would set me up with a new name and background story
to go with it. The plan was for me to be an independent consultant
working with Government Agencies. They had checked on my references as a
consultant and found I was good. The Program thought that, with a little
help getting some contracts at first, I could manage to live on my own
without the need for a lot of financial support from them. The fewer
continuing ties the better.
I said, "Sam, why don't I just take whatever pile of money the
Government is going to spend on me as a lump sum and just disappear?"
He smiled and said, "Well Stuart, you did fall off the face of the Earth
for a week, but this isn't just for seven days this is forever, you will
need help from time to time. By the way you never told me how you did
that."
I thought to myself, he is probably right again about needing their
help. I said, "Sam I'll tell you what, if you would arrange for a car
and driver for me tomorrow so I can pick up some things and then come
back on Friday alone, I'll tell you how I avoided being caught that week
and suggest an improvement in the Program's plan for my future."
He said, "I think that might be dangerous."
I replied, "It is the rest of my life we are talking about."
Finally Sam said, "OK sure, you deserve the benefit of the doubt," and
went on his way.
I went over to the dresser, got the rental agreement for my storage
compartment and the key to the padlock, and said in my best femme voice,
"Welcome back Sheila!"
A couple of agents picked me up the next day, put me in a bullet proof
vest, I put a trench coat on over it, then they gave me a hat,
sunglasses, and a false beard to wear. It seemed overkill, but we got
the stuff and brought it back without incident.
I was so excited on Friday morning. I got up and took a long bath and
shaved my entire body. I decided that the blue power suit was the best
fit for my plan, but went with the blond wig instead. I hadn't been
Sheila in a while so I went the whole nine yards including breast forms
and the sheath vee string. I taped up my eyebrows and carefully did my
false eyelashes and eye liner. I needed to look like a professional
woman, not a whore. I did my lips and nails in a soft pinkish red. I put
on the white blouse skirt and jacket For accessories I used the pearl
choker and small drop pearl earrings. I spritzed on some perfume. I
opened the front door and hung a note on it that said, "Sam, got back
late from my workout, am in the shower, door is unlocked be right with
you." From the bedroom window I could see that Sam's car was
approaching, I turned on the shower and grabbed my brief case and purse,
slipped out the back door and hid on the side of the house. I heard Sam
come in and close the door behind him. With that I sneaked around to the
front door and knocked.
Sam opened the door, looking pleasantly surprised. I said, "Mr.
Fitzgerald, I am Sheila Callahan of the Suffolk County DA's Office. I am
sorry I am late for our appointment."
Sam answered, "Oh I'm not Stuart, I'm Sam Phillips with the DEA, he
appears to be in the shower, why don't you come in Ms Callahan."
I walked in and sat on the sofa, crossed my legs demurely.
Sam said, "I was not aware of your visit, what is it about?"
I said, "Oh, it was very last minute, I was in DC on another matter and
my boss told me to see Mr Fitzgerald, I'm sure he contacted the FBI and
got the OK."
Sam nodded and said, "Probably just the FBI and DEA not communicating as
usual," as he looked me over admiringly.
I smiled and said, "Well it's par for the course when you work for the
government at any level."
Sam went to the bedroom door and knocked on it and said, "Hurry up Stu,
you got company, and she's a lot better looking than me!"
I thought a somewhat chauvinistic remark, but this is fascinating seeing
someone I know well, and how different he is in the company of an
attractive woman. I concluded this charade had gone quite far enough, so
in my male voice I answered, "Well I am flattered by the compliment
Sam."
His eyes grew wide. I continued, "Now you understand how I vanished so
completely for that week."
Regaining his composure he replied, "I surely do understand and guess
that this elaborate disguise has something to do with your idea to
improve your new identity."
I said, "Indeed it does, if you don't mind, let me turn off the shower
and get out of this outfit."
Sam replied as I got up and walked toward the bedroom, "Turn off the
water, but I want to talk this over with Sheila, making it work for 5
minutes is one thing keeping it up for a long time is quite another."
I stopped, looked back over my shoulder and in my best sultry voice
said, "You don't need to worry about keeping it up for a long time
around me Sam."
He blushed. I came back out and sat down on the sofa. Sam said, "OK
let's begin at the beginning, you didn't all of a sudden get this good
at this disguise."
So I told him the abbreviated version of my secret life, and then gave
him details of the road trip with Mike. Not wanting to be accused of
Kiss and Tell, I left out the sex. After all that I said, "Sam, I want
the Program to give me two new identities, one male and one female. If I
am going to have plastic surgery anyway, I might as well have my brow
line changed, eyes made larger, nose narrowed, Adams Apple reduced to
give me more androgynous features."
I went on, "With all that done I can pass well enough as Sheila for the
first year or so, and by then I figure my trail will have gone so cold
the Cartel will never find me and I can go back to appearing as a male.
If I have to I can switch back and forth between the different IDs and
make myself even harder to find."
Sam thought about it for a while, finally he said, "Strike a few poses."
I said, "What?"
He said, "I'll need some proof if I'm to convince anyone of this." He
took a few pictures with his phone the said, "Go change back to Stuart,
I need to talk to a couple of people."
Somewhat sadly I did as he asked. When I came back out he said, "I need
a few more pictures, this time strip down to your shorts." I complied
and he took several more pictures form different angles and distances.
Then he said, "I'll be in touch," and went on his way.
I passed the rest of the day thinking about how I had felt more alive
being Sheila for an hour than I had as Stuart for the past seven months.
The weekend was a real drag. I could dress as Sheila, but there was
nowhere to go. I kept thinking about having a life as Sheila and what it
would be like. Monday afternoon my phone rang. It was Sam, he said, "We
still have a long way to go, but a feasibility study for Project Janus
has been approved. Dr. Carlson and I will see you on Wednesday."
I replied, "Thanks Sam." He hung up and I thought to myself, "Project
Janus" named after the Roman God of doors or gateways, the one with two
faces, seemed quite appropriate. I wondered what the criteria the
government would have for determining whether I got to pass through this
doorway. Then I wondered what criteria I should have, Stuart with a new
identity would still be Stuart, safe, predictable, and oh so boring.
Once Sheila came out from deep inside me, I could only say for sure that
life would not be boring. But what else might it be? Sheila was hard to
control for a week, and that was before watching a steady diet of old
movies featuring the Bad Girls of Film Noir.
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