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Liberator: Genesis By Brittany Cosco (Mekalicious) © 2011 Brittany Cosco Note: This is the first in hopefully a many-part story. Based on the reception I get, I'll hopefully be writing one every 2 weeks. Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual people, living or dead, is purely coincidental. All characters are original creations of the author and may not be used without the express written consent of moi. It was the fifth time in as many months. Alexis kicked the covers off and got out of bed, sighing at the woman sleeping in her bed. When they'd gone to bed last night, that woman had been a man, and it wasn't the first time it had happened. *** It had first started five months ago. She'd just been getting over a cold, and her doctor had told her that there were some abnormal test results, but nothing that should be considered serious, as she was getting over the cold and feeling better every day. That night, Rick, her boyfriend of four years, had made love to her. It was nothing extraordinary, yet she'd climaxed multiple times. As her body quivered underneath him, he kissed her tenderly, which was unlike him. She hadn't been expecting the reaction her body had to his motions, but it wasn't entirely unwelcome. The ultimate surprise, however, came the next morning. Alexis had woken up first, as usual, but when she got out of the shower, she saw a mess of blonde hair sticking out from under the covers. Rick definitely did not have long hair, and definitely had dark brown hair last night. She pulled the covers back and gasped as she saw a naked blonde girl sleeping in her bed. What was slightly more alarming, was that the blonde girl had a tattoo on her left shoulder, that matched one on Rick's shoulder exactly. With the realization of what was going on setting in, Alexis screamed, waking the girl. She jumped up and screamed at Alexis, and it was a minute before they both stopped screaming. "What was that all about?" The blonde looked up at Alexis, confused. "What do you mean? Who the hell are you?" Alexis shot back at the blonde, backing away from the bed. "I'm...I...I'm your...I don't remember," A look of panic overtook the new girl's face as she struggled to recall her name, her identity, anything. "You're joking. You have no idea who you are?" Alexis wasn't sure whether to believe her or not, but she kept backing away, unsure of the situation. "I remember...this place," The new girl looked around at the bedroom, "I remember you painting that painting," she said, gesturing toward a painting of a dragon Alexis had painted several years ago, "I remember buying that dresser, I remember buying everything in here.." She looked at every item in the room with familiarity. She looked back at Alexis, "I remember you, too. You're Alexis Renee Jenkins, born October 9th, 1988. You.." she looked down at the bed "...You and I were..but that's not possible!" she had a look of shock on her face now. "I'm straight! I like..boys? But..." "You're...is it really you? What happened?" Alexis started edging closer, trying to analyze the girl's face. "I guess it's really me, whoever me is. I just remember being with you, but I also remember growing up and dating boys, and never dating girls. I'm remembering my life now...parts of it...but when I get to where you and I met...it's like a different life. I can't explain it." "Something had to have happened. Last night, you were my boyfriend Rick, and today you're this hot chick with no name. You have Rick's tattoo, you remembered that I painted the picture...it's not normal. Whatever happened, we need to figure out who you're supposed to be now, if anyone." Alexis sat on the bed, facing the new girl. "And get you some clothes, 'cause having a naked girl in my bed is just kinda weird." "Yeah, this whole thing is kinda weird. How can I not remember my name? I remember everything else, my parents names, my first boyfriend's name, the street and house I grew up in..." She started listing off details of a life that was similar, but still distinct from Rick's. "This is freaky, I don't even know what to do or say at this point." Alexis got up and headed to Rick's dresser, opening a drawer to get a T- shirt for the girl to cover up with, when she got her next surprise. "What the fuck?" She pulled a green and blue-striped bra, much too big to be one of her own, but somehow more appropriate for the much more buxom blonde sitting behind her, from Rick's T-shirt drawer. "I guess put this on. The whole drawer's filled with stuff in what I'm guessing is your size." She tossed the bra over to the bed, and watched as the girl put it on like an expert, as opposed to a girl who'd been a guy less than 12 hours ago. "Thanks...I guess more than just my body and memories changed." The girl got up and headed over to the dresser to pick out some more clothes. "Yeah...I guess so." Alexis felt her heart racing, like she was having a panic attack. She sat on the bed and watched the girl get dressed in front of her. "Lexus," That was Rick's pet name for her, hearing this confused girl calling her that made her a little uncomfortable, "I know this is weird for you, and it's weird for me, but the only weird thing here is that I can't think of my name and that I somehow dated you for four years, despite me being straight. And that memory doesn't even seem right, as I can also remember having a boyfriend myself up until a month ago. I don't know what to tell you, but I'm not your boyfriend. I'm a girl. I'm me. I just need to find my purse and my ID to figure out who 'me' is." With that, she walked out to the living room. Alexis stared at the doorway in shock. In the span of half an hour, she'd woken up to find her boyfriend turned into a woman, all of her boyfriend's clothes turned into women's clothing, and the woman who used to be the man she loved declaring their relationship nonexistent. "Rachel Boyd. That's who I am." She heard the voice coming from the living room. Alexis headed out there to see the girl, apparently Rachel, looking at a wallet in a purse that Alexis didn't recognize. "Rachel Boyd, DOB 1/25/85." She had the same birth date as Rick. "Height, 5'8"" 6 inches taller than Alexis' 5-foot-2 frame, which looked about right, as they were both standing up for the first time. Rachel was, Alexis admitted, much better looking than her. She found herself getting a little jealous of her former-boyfriend-turned-roommate. "So does it actually say you live here? Because honestly this is really awkward." Alexis sighed, unable to come up with another word to describe the situation. She and Rick hadn't been getting along that well before, and she didn't think Rachel was quite her type. Rachel wasn't the only one here that was completely straight. "It doesn't look like it. It says I have an apartment a few blocks away. Honestly I'm kind of nervous leaving here, because I don't remember this other place. I remember here, but I guess a one bedroom won't work for us." Rachel shrugged, looking over at Alexis. "Listen...I wish I could help more, but I only remember being Rachel. Your boyfriend might as well be dead." Alexis heard Rachel say that Rick might as well be dead and something snapped. The emotional weight that had been building up so far this morning finally hit her, and it hit her hard. The tears started coming, and the knot in her stomach tightened so hard that Alexis ended up on the floor. Rachel walked over and sat next to her, trying to comfort her. "I wish I could do more...but I will always be your friend. I remember how close we were, I remember everything about you...I don't feel for you what he felt for you...but I feel like you're one person I can trust." Alexis forced back the tears and tried to gather herself a little bit, "Rick's really gone?" was all that she managed between sobs. "It looks like it. I can't find anything in here that screams 'Guy', so it's like he never existed. But hey, the memories I have are of a relationship that was on its way out. We were together because it was easier to stay together than to break up. You know that." Rachel patted Alexis on the shoulder, and Alexis nodded slightly. It was true, they'd been fed up with each other, staying together because neither wanted to move out, and the sex was alright. "So what do I do now?" Alexis pulled her knees to her chest, still uncomfortable with the whole situation. "You get back out there. You're an awesome chick, you'll have no problem finding someone else. Someone better than who I used to be. Someone who deserves you." This definitely wasn't Rick. He didn't talk like that. "I suppose. Thanks." Alexis bit her lip, trying to figure out what to do next. After Rachel left, she'd be alone for the first time since she was 20, and have nothing to remember Rick by. She'd barely been an adult when she and Rick had gotten together, he was pretty much all she knew. As she watched Rachel stand and walk out the door, Alexis could almost feel a chapter of her life closing... *** It had been 3 weeks since her boyfriend, Rick, had turned into her friend Rachel overnight. Alexis found herself sitting at the bar of a club that a friend had recommended. She wasn't in the mood for a relationship, but she had an itch that needed to be scratched. It had been 23 days since she'd last had sex with Rick. Her body needed a little something, and she figured she might not find a keeper, but she'd probably find someone that would do. A decent looking guy had offered to buy her a drink, and she'd accepted. "Care to dance?" He asked, as she finished the cocktail. He introduced himself as Evan as they walked onto the dance floor. As they danced, she rested her head against his chest, and she could feel his heart beating. It was a slow song, and she looked up and allowed him to kiss her. It was tender, unlike your average kiss. He followed her home, and it didn't take long before they were in bed. As he pulled his shirt off, Alexis began to work on unfastening his pants. She pulled his cock out and gave it a lick before pulling his pants the rest of the way down. He grinned as she took his cock in her mouth again, and she felt it pulse as she licked the head. He looked down at her as she sucked his cock in front of her, and she looked back at him. She was never a big fan of oral, but she knew it came with the one-night-stand territory. She pulled her face away from his dick and pulled her dress off, revealing her small but firm, and very sensitive breasts. He licked her nipples, gently sucking on each one as he slid his hand into her panties. She was extremely wet, and he brought her nearly to orgasm just from his touch. As she pulled her panties down, lifting her legs to slide them off, she couldn't wait to have him inside her. He entered her, his cock filling her aching pussy, causing her to gasp. As he began to pump in and out of her, she felt her entire body tensing, savoring each thrust, and rocking her hips against his. As he brought her to her first orgasm of the night, she gripped him tighter, her vaginal muscles squeezing his cock tightly. Almost an hour later, she'd exhausted him, and he'd exhausted her. He kissed her neck, and she smiled, snuggling up next to her. As she drifted off to sleep, she was relieved, but at the same time nervous, as she still felt like Rick was somewhere out there, maybe deep inside Rachel's mind... The next morning, as Alexis pulled the covers back on the sleeping figure next to her, she was astonished and shocked to see another woman laying next to her. She stifled a scream and walked out to the living room, to find that a new purse that hadn't existed the night before was sitting on the counter. She opened it to find that it belonged to a woman named Eve Daniels, whose picture matched the redhead sleeping in her bed. She heard Eve stirring, so she dashed into the shower, hoping that the redhead would leave without causing a fuss. If it was anything like what happened to Rick, Eve would have little to no memory of her life as Evan, and would dismiss whatever happened last night as a drunken one-night stand. Her hopes paid off minutes later as she heard the door to the apartment open and close. As she got out of the shower, she tried to collect herself. Apparently something had happened to her that caused any man she slept with to turn into a woman overnight. She sat on the bed, towel wrapped around her, thinking. She'd gotten sick. It had just been a cold and sinus infection, nothing new. She went to the doctor, he ran some tests, and gave her an antibiotic. He called a few days later, saying something about her test results, but by then she'd started feeling better, so she disregarded it. But it had been that night, the first time she and Rick had made love since she'd gotten sick, that he turned into Rachel. She fished her cell phone out of her purse and called her doctor's office. *** After sitting on the phone for 20 minutes on hold, she'd finally gotten some information. Strange particulates had been noticed in her bloodstream, and the doctor wasn't sure what they were. Not bacteria or any other microorganism, they were more like a strange dust that had failed to dissolve. She didn't mention what had happened to her boyfriend, or her recent one-nighter, because who would believe that? She thanked the doctor and closed her phone, laying back on the bed. She got dressed and headed out into the city. Some fresh air might help. As she left her apartment, she felt a bit uneasy, worried that whatever was happening to her might get out of control. She walked toward the park, trying to clear her head. Men turning into women overnight? That was impossible! At first she'd wanted to dismiss it all as an elaborate prank, but it had checked out. Rachel was a real person, and she'd seen pictures of the two of them that used to be pictures of Rick and her. Seeing it happen to Evan as well scared her. What kind of power did she have? Was it a magic curse? It had to be supernatural in origin, as it had altered reality somehow. A disease couldn't have done that. Would this happen forever? Would every guy she ever had sex with be a woman in the morning? And why was it happening? She sat in the park, watching the people walk by. Look at them, she thought, any of those guys could sleep with me and look more like one of those girls tomorrow. God, what's happening to me? She felt her heart racing, another panic attack coming. These had been coming pretty regularly for the past few weeks now. She stayed at the park for about an hour, not sure what she was hoping to get out of her walk. Her head wasn't any clearer, her nerves were shot, and she'd effectively developed a fear of sex. As she got up to head home, she passed an adult bookstore and toy shop. What the hell, might as well get used to it, she thought as she walked in. She purchased a few different toys to hopefully help keep her satisfied. That night, she opened up one of the toys and examined it. It was purple, thick and bumpy, and not too long. She hadn't masturbated much in the past, but if she wasn't going to be able to have sex with a real man, this would have to do. As she got undressed, she fingered herself a little bit to get her juices flowing before sliding the toy inside. She used her left hand to rub her clit as she fucked herself with the purple dildo. It was amazing, the bumps in the dildo stimulated her more than any penis ever had. As she climaxed, however, it felt empty. She no longer needed to cum, but she didn't get any real satisfaction from it. She placed the dildo on the nightstand and went to sleep. The next morning, she woke up alone, as she'd gotten used to over the past few weeks. She got up and headed to the shower, trying not to think about the events of the past few weeks. She just let the water run over her body as she tried to figure out what she was going to do. Maybe I should be a lesbian she thought, smirking at the thought. She'd never had any attraction to women, and honestly didn't think she'd be able to without lots of alcohol. It wasn't the first time the idea had crossed her mind, but she couldn't bring herself to think about it for more than a second. She was straight, after all, and it was going to take a real, live man with an actual penis to really satisfy her. She got out of the shower, dried off and wrapped her hair up in a towel. She walked into the bedroom, and that's when she noticed that the dildo was still on the nightstand. She headed over to stick it in the drawer, but when she got closer she noticed it had changed as well. Instead of the thick purple dildo she'd masturbated with last night, she had a pink flesh-colored fleshlight sitting on the table. Oh for crying out loud, seriously? She collapsed on the bed, almost in tears. She was really doomed to a life of celibacy it seemed. *** Two more men had become women after sleeping with Alexis. One she had genuinely liked, and would have liked to have pursued a relationship with, but her sex drive won over, and he, like the others, had woken up as a very confused, and very straight woman. It didn't seem to matter where they had sex, it seemed that anyone she was intimate with would lose their manhood overnight. The fifth one, and the one she had woken up next to this morning, was different. He was an ass, through and through. Alexis had gone for a walk and this guy wouldn't take no for an answer. Fine, she figured, you wanna see what happens when you fuck this girl? She reluctantly agreed to let him have his way with her, and she'd tried to stay awake to watch him change, but she'd gotten so exhausted from the sex...that was another thing. Every guy she DID have sex with, had lasted much longer, and satisfied her much more than was normal, or even reasonable. After they finally came, she was exhausted, and couldn't keep her eyes open. As she left the asshole's apartment, which had become much more feminine overnight, she decided she needed real help to figure this out and to try and stop it from happening. When she got home, she turned on her computer and did a google search for "Overnight gender transformation", among other queries. None of them pulled up more than various transgender fiction sites and forums, so she figured it a wash. She signed up on the most populated forum, and posted a short blurb about what had been happening. It took a few hours, but there were several responses to her forum thread. Most were "You should post this kind of stuff in the fiction category" and "If this were true, every man here would have tried to sleep with you by now". She sighed, turned the computer off, and took a quick shower. When she got back, she decided to do some work, so she powered the computer back up and fired up her word processor. Alexis had been writing a food and nutrition column for the local newspaper for a few years. It didn't pay much, but she got to work from home mostly, and it was enough to support herself, which had become more important since Rick was no longer around. She had just finished revising this week's column when she got an email notification. A private message had arrived for her on the TG forums. She figured it was probably just someone being stupid, but she went ahead and logged in to the site and checked her PMs. From: Latrexia To: Lexigreeneyes Re: Spontaneous gender swapping Body: Have you recently gotten over a cold? I know what's up. Email me. Alexis' eyes went wide as she read the message. This "Latrexia" may be a scammer, but this was the closest she'd had to finding anything out since this whole ordeal had started. She wrote back, explaining that yes, it had started right when she got over a cold, and her doctor had called her about some strange bloodwork. A response said only "We need to meet. I will fly to you." It also had a flight time listed for the following evening. Alexis spent the rest of the night going over the stories Latrexia had posted. From what she gathered, and based on her own experiences with Rick/Rachel, Latrexia was either someone doing the same thing or had been a victim of someone like Alexis. Her stories were all about men who turned into women after sleeping with a girl. Looking through the history, the first stories were almost horrific, like the experiences Alexis had had so far, then they moved into vengeful stories, like the man the night before. The most recent stories, however, dubbed the protagonist as the "Liberator", who freed transgendered men, giving them the life they'd always wanted. These were much sweeter, and less erotic. Alexis was getting the idea that maybe she could do something like that. Something to help someone, if her situation couldn't be helped. She went to bed that night, her sex drive itching. 3AM found her, hand in her panties, viciously fingering her pussy. Ever since Rick had been transformed, her sex drive wouldn't quit, and since the incident with the dildo, she'd been helpless but to masturbate for hours every night. Her fingers barely satisfied her, but it was all that she could handle. She couldn't afford to buy a new dildo every night. Eventually she found sleep, wondering what her meeting with Latrexia would bring to light. Her sleep was riddled with dreams, nightmares, and fantasies, but she awoke early the following morning, despite her late-night masturbation session. She spent most of the day cleaning the apartment, changing sheets, and making sure the place was presentable. Part of her was a neat freak, she had to make sure it looked good before anyone came over. As she was carting her bags of laundry to the laundromat, she felt better than she had in months. Something about the idea of someone else sharing her problem made it less of a curse, and the idea that she'd gotten from the stories made her feel like she could do something for someone else with it. She was doing her laundry when she saw someone walk in, someone who might give her a chance to help. It was an obvious transsexual, who didn't pass very well. Alexis gave the woman a look, and the woman timidly smiled at her. Alexis continued doing her laundry, glancing over at the woman every few minutes. The woman walked towards Alexis, dropped a slip of paper on the machine next to her, and shyly walked out of the laundromat. Alexis picked up the paper which contained a phone number, and she smiled, knowing what she was going to do for that woman. She slipped the paper into her pocket. With the laundry done, Alexis headed home, and decided she needed a snack. It was about 3 hours before she'd be picking Latrexia up from the airport, so she opened a bag of chips and sat on the couch to watch some TV. There was nothing on, but relaxing for the first time in months was a nice break. Once the news was over, she headed down to her car, and pulled away toward the airport. *** When Alexis arrived at the airport, she began to get anxious. She didn't even know this person Latrexia, really. It could be a hoax, there could be nobody showing up. It could be a psycho woman, it could be a man, it could be a psycho man. The thoughts were racing in her head when she exited her car. It could be a perfectly normal girl like her. Latrexia could be rich, after all, she had been able to fly with no notice whatsoever, in which case Alexis would feel very uncomfortable. Alexis had always been uncomfortable around people who were much better off than her. When she was with friends, or by herself, she was confident, and happy with what she had. Her 14-year- old car didn't seem quite as old when it wasn't being compared to brand new luxury cars. Her apartment, as much as she loved it, wasn't the biggest, but it was big enough for her, and Rick, and their friends to hang out. Standing inside the building, it was the first time she thought about the possibility that finding out what was going on with her would be more terrifying of an experience than all the rest of it had been. As she stood there waiting, sign in hand, it felt like she was waiting for death. She didn't have to wait long, thought it felt like ages. Miraculously, Latrexia's flight was on time, and a short young woman walked up to Alexis, taking the sign from her. Alexis surveyed the woman. She was about the same height as her, but with a cuter, rounder face. Her dark red hair was short, and she had a sparkle in her eyes. There was something about this woman who had introduced herself as Lana, AKA Latrexia, that Alexis couldn't put her finger on. Something that made her seem genuine. "Let's get out of here so we can talk." Was the only thing Lana said after their introduction. Alexis led her out to the car, and they quickly returned to the apartment. During the ride, the only thing Lana said to her was that she wasn't alone, Lana had, in fact, gone through the same thing, and that her stories were all based on the truth. Alexis had trouble believing her at first, when she realized that if the roles had been reversed, this is exactly what she'd be saying to her. "When did you first get your cold?" Lana got right down to the point once they were safely inside. Alexis brought her a beer from the kitchen, and opened one herself. "It's been about six months. I was sick for a few weeks, so I went to the doctor. He took some blood and gave me an antibiotic for the sinus infection." Alexis remembered the call from the doctor about her test results. "Then he called, a couple days before...the first time it happened. Said there was something weird about my test results, but I blew it off, 'cause I was feeling better by then." "Alright. That's a little different than how it happened with me." Lana took a drink, then continued, "I didn't go to the doctor until after I'd turned two guys. I made up something about having some sexual problems, which I guess wasn't so much of a lie, so they took some blood, and then they said they'd found.." "Some strange little particles in your blood?" Alexis smirked, remembering what they'd said after she called back. "That's what they told me. Not something they'd seen before, but they acted like it wasn't a big deal." "It's not, unless you like having sex, apparently. It's been about 4 years for me. I've learned a few tricks, which I think might help." Lana leaned forward, "You can control it. Not right away, but eventually you will be able to. Eventually...you'll find someone you truly love. That person will truly love you. When you and that person finally make love...they won't change." Alexis' eyes went wide, before she thought about it more, "Then why did my boyfriend change?" she asked. "I don't know. If you'd fought recently, or there wasn't any passion in the relationship, then I guess whatever magic we have doesn't count that as being in love. I don't have all the answers, but I do have some." "What else is there? I mean even sex toys change overnight" Alexis got embarassed admitting that fact. "Yeah. I'm not 100% sure, but I'm pretty sure it's tied to your emotional state. If you're not feeling anything but sexual desire, you change whatever you have sex with into the female equivalent. You have to feel an emotional response on top of the sex, or it'll change." "Okay, but we're still talking about never having sex after a fight, or with someone I'm not in love with. Where's the control in that?" "You always have a choice in who you have sex with and when. I have a theory, untested of course, that if you get married, it'll keep them from changing for the duration of the marriage. Marriage is supposed to be a magical bond, it should overpower whatever caused this curse." Lana laid back on the couch and looked at the ceiling. "I ended the lives of 20 men before I discovered the damage I was doing. That's when I discovered something else." "What? I mean, what else is there?" "I can help them keep their memories. It's hard, especially since the women are almost always straight after you change them, but if you have sex with them after they change, they regain all of their memories. It's how I've helped those transsexuals. The bad part is...I can't fix it if they decide they don't want their old memories again." "That does sound like it could be bad. When my boyfriend changed, he could remember at first, but the memories faded after a few hours. I don't want to think how much damage all the memories he had could cause to Rachel's psyche." Alexis laid down on the other couch, trying to absorb all this information. She could control the curse to an extent, she could help people too, except for one thing, "How am I supposed to have sex with them afterwards? I'm straight too. I can't even imagine having sex with another woman." Lana nodded, "I was too. Honestly, it took me a long time to even try. I still can't think of myself as bisexual, I just make exceptions for people I'm helping, and I do try to get some pleasure out of it." The two women sat there, in silence for the better part of the next hour. "I met someone today. A transsexual. I want to help him..er..her, whatever, but...I don't know. I don't know if this is what he-slash-she really wants, I don't know much at all about it. But if I have to have sex with her after..after I make her into a real woman...I don't know if I can go through with that." Alexis sat up, looking over at Lana. "You have to ask. And try to think of them as a woman from the beginning. They already do. And really, just try to focus on the person, not the genitalia involved." Lana's face looked a little more solemn, "And be prepared for an angry call after they get their first period. Or if they get pregnant. I get a lot of clients who don't realize the implications of being a woman, inside and out." "Clients?" Alexis had a puzzled look on her face "Yeah. I ended up charging for my services after I got the method down. I'll admit, it's a bit like whoring myself out. I feel like a whore sometimes, but when I realize I'm the only...well, one of the only people in the world who can help them, really help them that way, I decided my moral fiber wasn't as important as helping people be free from discrimination." "I guess when you put it like that, it makes sense. I don't know if I could bring myself to ask for money, though." "You won't have to. You'll get asked 'How much is this going to cost?' before you even tell them how the process works. Hell, I had one woman write me a check for double the amount she'd paid before a year later. This is something they usually want, more than anything, and they've already pledged their life's savings to pay for surgery. When you give them an option that gives them more than any doctor can offer, they'll gladly pay that." "It just seems kinda wrong, doesn't it? Isn't it still basically having sex for money?" "Does it seem wrong that a doctor chooses to be a doctor to make money? They help people in their own way, and they hope to get something out of it on their end. I mean, I don't live big, but I can retire once I find the right man for me. Like I said though, my moral fiber wasn't that strong to begin with." Alexis laid there and though about what Lana had said. She didn't want to feel like a prostitute, but she wanted to do what she could to help people. I can't take money for sex. I don't feel right doing it, she thought to herself. I can help people and not take their money. That's the only way I could do this. She sat up and looked over at Lana, who seemed to be dozing. "Hey." Lana lifted her head, blinked away her disorientation, and responded "Hey, is everything all right?" "Nah, pretty far from all right, but that's nothing new. I've decided though, I won't take people's money. I'll help them the way you have, but I'm never going to be able to pay for sex. And that's only until I find the right guy, which believe me, I'm going to be doing everything I can to do." "Alright then. Listen, I'm going to get a cab and head to the hotel. I'll leave you my cell number, if you need anything, I'm leaving tomorrow, but you can reach me anytime." Lana stretched as she stood up, and the two hugged before Lana left. Alexis decided it had been a long day, and so she decided to head to bed. She undressed and slid into bed, when an old familiar itch began to stir. She felt her sex lubricating, and she slid her fingers down between her legs. As she explored and stimulated herself, she couldn't help but think of what Lana had said. If she found someone she truly loved, she could keep them, and make love to them, and they wouldn't change. She kept trying to imagine her ideal lover in her mind, but she knew she'd have trouble. Having never been a very emotional person, opening herself up to love was going to take a lot, especially after what had happened to Rick. Eventually she gave up, and her sex drive died down. The next morning, Alexis woke up, fished the woman's number she'd gotten yesterday from her pocket, and dialed the number. The next chapter in her life's story was about to be written. Whereas Latrexia was using her situation for profit, Alexis was going to use it to make the world a better place. The Liberator had been born. The End