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The Trangender Zone: The Inheritance free porn video
You're on a long winding stroll through space and time. You've entered
a wondrous land where light is shadow and shadow is light and reality
is not expected. You've long ago crossed the rim of the Universe,
you've just entered the ..... Transgender Zone.
Act One
Seth Strafford came from one of those old money families in America.
His family was one of the wealthiest and one that could trace it's
roots back to the Mayflower and Plymouth Rock. Seth was the oldest son
of the part of the family that could trace it's very Stafford roots
back to that long gone time.
Seth at age 25 was still unmarried, or rather married to his business
dealings and quite wealthy on his own accord.
He just recently heard some sad news his spinster aunt, "Aunt
Charlene", had suddenly passed away at age 75. He was on the west coast
at the time at his base of operations in Los Angeles when he heard the
news from his mother. His mother also stated that he had inherited the
ancestral family home on the eastern shore of the Chesapeake Bay in
Maryland, lock stock and barrel. That was a bit of good news in this
rather terrible family tragedy.
Seth soon was on his way to see the family estate for which he just
inherited. At National Airport in Washington, D.C., he rented a car and
was soon off across the Chesapeake Bay Bridge to the estate. Upon
reaching a quaint little town on the eastern shore close to the estate
he decided to pull over to a diner for a quick lunch.
Once in the diner he sat down at the counter and ordered a nice lunch.
The diner was not too crowded and he stuck up a conversation with a
young cute waitress name "Katie". After a bit of small talk Katie
noticing his "not from around here" appearance asked, "What are you
doing around these parts? Off to Ocean City or Rehoboth Beach,
perhaps?" (as it was early summer).
"I just inherited the Stafford Estate, not too far from here."
Katie looked at him in a queer manner and replied back, "Lot's of
strange stuff happens there a lot I've heard."
"I see. I'll guess I'll have to find that out by myself," Seth replied
with a laugh.
"Just be careful, mister, that's all I can say."
Seth finished his lunch paying the tab and leaving a 20 dollar bill as
a tip for that cute waitress Katie. He noticed a lot of strange stares
and some finger pointing his way after some of the people in the diner
had gotten the word about his inheritance.
On the way to the estate Seth picked up the keys to the estate from a
local realtor's office. He got again the strange stares from the people
in the realtor's office.
Seth in his confidence shrugged this all off as local superstition.
Act Two
Seth found the estate, pulling up the long driveway, through the iron
gates attached to a solid brick wall of a fence and ended up facing a
large Victorian Era four story manor house. The manor house and the
estate in general had a well groomed and well kept up appearance he
noted.
He also noted just how close the estate was to the Chesapeake Bay. To
the left there was a boat dock on a tributary that lead off to the bay
about two miles away.
He entered the huge manor and once inside he also noticed how very neat
and tidy the inside of the house was. He set his bags down and did a
little exploration of the house. All neat and tidy every room was. It
was almost like one of those layouts in, "House Beautiful", magazine
one sees. It was in the kitchen that Seth received a bit of a shock.
The entire kitchen larder was completely stocked as if somebody
actually lived there or was expecting him.
Seth deciding it had been a long time since he had a true vacation
maybe he should just take a couple of weeks at the estate to re-
energize, re-coup and just rest. He placed a call on his cell phone
and told the office of his decision.
It was shortly after that strange things started to happen in the
house. In the morning every towel he used and all of his dirty clothes
were always clean as though they came fresh out of the dryer all neat,
folded and put away. The food in the kitchen never seemed to deplete.
One night after dinner he said out loud looking in the refrigerator he
thought he'd have to go to the store as he wished to have a nice
sirloin steak. Next morning one was in the fridge. This thing occurred
all the time as almost gremlins were doing this stuff as he slept. The
whole house was always neat as a pin inside as well as it was on the
outside.
One day after a refreshing swim he returned to his bathroom and moved
his wet bathing trunks. There laid out neatly on his bed was a dress.
It had a pastel blue long skirt with a very lacey and frilly Edwardian
Era white blouse attached to the skirt. Suddenly clear as a bell a
voice came out from nowhere saying, "Put on the dress!"
The voice repeated it's command until Seth put the dress back into the
closet.
This event started to occur daily after his bath. It got to the point
that every time he entered his bedroom there was that dress laid out on
his bed and that voice repeating its command, "Put on the dress!" Seth
even tried switching bedrooms and the dress was awaiting him with the
now monotonous command, "Put on the dress!"
Seth eventually had to move into his Aunt Charlene's bedroom. That's
when things got kicked up one big notch. Not only did Seth find that
haunted dress, but a complete ensemble laid out with the dress. On his
Aunt's vanity he found a long chestnut brown wig styled with a pastel
blue bow attached on the back. Then that hated command boomed out even
louder, "PUT ON THE DRESS!"
Seth had had it. He had to get out of this house as fast as he could.
He grabbed his car keys and fled the house as fast as he could. He
started the car and headed towards the fence iron gates. They were
open. Suddenly his car hit the threshold of the of the gates. Then his
car seemed to hit a wall composed of invisible rubber bands, causing
his car to just bounce off. No matter how hard he tried he couldn't
escape that invisible barrier.
He tried scaling the fence and couldn't go anywhere when he reached the
top. The damned invisible barrier prevented his escape. He tried
running through the open landscape only to be stopped in his tracks.
Desperately he even tried swimming away from now what seemed to be a
prison. No matter where he turned he couldn't avoid that invisible
barrier. Seth was in a major panic as well as really exhausted from all
of his failed escapes.
Reluctantly and defeated he made his way back to the house and made it
as far as his late aunt's bedroom. To his relief the hated dress was
not there. He collapsed on his aunt's bed and was soon off to sleep.
The nightmare of the events of that day disturbed his much needed rest.
About three hours later Seth awakened only to find that detested dress
folded neatly over a chair with the rest of the ensemble folded neatly
on the chair seat. Wiping the sleep from his eyes the voice came back
and it was more determined now. "PUT ON THE DRESS, NOW!" it boomed.
Something came over Seth, this time he complied with that booming
command. Starting with all the various underwear he started dressing.
He put on the full long slip that accompanied the dress, then the
dress. Unlucky for him the dress buttoned up the front with tiny pearl
buttons, but he managed to get it buttoned. He got the stockings
attached to his garters and finally the buttoned black shoes with a
slight heel. He managed to get the blue satin sash properly tied in the
back of his dress. Like a madman or madwoman he sat down at the vanity
and expertly applied his makeup and paced the long wig on his head
arranging the hair perfectly. Properly accessorized with jewelry and
sprayed all over with perfume he had obeyed that never ending command
to a tee.
Seth felt funny he thought his body was changing as well as his new
exterior look. Sure enough through his blouse he discovered he had a
pair of womanly breasts. After the basic breast inspection in spite of
the corset he was wearing his body felt more shapely. Lifting up his
skirt and pulling down his fancy bloomer panties he to his relief felt
his all to familiar penis.
He looked into a floor length mirror only to discover his face had
modified itself into a more womanly and feminine view. Out loud he
said, "This is insane!?
He reached for his wig to pulled it off. "OUCH!" he screamed. His wig
was now his hair.
He tried to calm down. He suddenly thought he'd call his mother and
tell her of all this stuff.
Act Three
He reached his mother by his cell phone and in a panic explained what
had been happening to him. His mother seemed to take what he was
telling her in stride, almost like she knew already.
"Seth go downstairs to the library, now!, his mother said.
Seth, with cell phone in hand made it to the library. "Now son, look in
the top right hand drawer of the desk and pull out the Bible and the
envelope you find with it."
"Done, Mom!"
"There is a letter in the envelope. You need to read it, now. I'll hold
on while you read it."
Seth opened the letter and began to read ..........
May, 23 1914
Dear Mrs. Leonard Stafford,
You don't know me. I've come here to America from my native Romania to
live. I was traveling aboard the R.M.S. Titanic with my only beloved
daughter. As you are aware that God sank that ship proving it that God
couldn't sink it.
It seems your philandering husband was traveling with his adulteress
mistress aboard the Titanic also. To be short, when they were loading
women and children only in the lifeboats, your husband disappeared for
awhile. It seems that his miserable mistress had dressed him up as a
woman.
She and he had gotten to the lifeboats and since they were upper class
ended up replacing my beloved daughter in the lifeboat we were
boarding. My daughter didn't survive because of those horrible
adulterer and adulteress.
Instead of being brave like John Jacob Astor and Benjamin Guggenheim
and going down with the ship you husband was a complete coward. I
verified all of this and it seemed to be hushed up because your filthy
coward of a husband was so rich.
As the persistent rumor that's been going on since that ship sank, your
husband was THE ONE male passenger that got off that doomed ship
dressed as a woman.
I hold him personally responsible and his damned mistress for the death
of my beautiful daughter.
So, I curse your husband and all his eldest male descendents. They will
live in a velvet prison as women until they die. They will have a
constant reminder that they are men. Your miserable husband when he
dies will pass this curse onto his eldest son, who will pass it along
with his death to his eldest son. They can never leave this velvet
prison. Their velvet prison will be your estate in Maryland. This
curse cannot be broken. Your family's continued wealth depends on the
servicing of this curse.
As for your husband's sinful mistress she shall have her own curse to
live with.
I don't blame you, but, my curse is not directed to you or your family,
only to your husband and his family eldest heirs does it apply.
Sincerely,
A Very Bereaved Mother
Seth carefully folded back the letter and placed it in its yellowing
envelope.
"Mom, is this true?"
"I'm afraid it is true, son. You might look at the front of that Bible
and look for a cursed list."
Seth opened the Bible, found the list. It read ........
1. Leonard Stafford shall hence be known as "Leona" upon his death.
2. The next eldest son "Christopher" shall be known as "Christine" upon
Leona's death.
3. The next eldest son "Charles" shall be know as "Charlene" upon
Christine's death.
4. The next eldest son "Seth" shall be know as "___________" upon
Charlene's' death.
5. What was left blank was his female name.
"Son are you finished reading?"
"Yes Mom!"
"Your duty to the curse is to fill in your new name and two add your
brother's son James to that list."
The only thing Seth could do was to fill out his name of, "Stephanie",
to that list as well as filling in the next space with James. She'd see
that his work was notified as to his immediate retirement, have his
home in Los Angeles taken care of and disposed. His personal things
would be sent to him. His will would be modified for James. Everything
she would take care of. Lucky the curse didn't prevent visitors.
"Mom, why didn't you tell me of this 'family curse'? You at least owed
me that. I could have avoided coming here."
"Son, it wouldn't have helped. No matter what after Aunt Charlene's
death the house would have drawn you to it somehow. Believe me."
Later that eventful day a tall chestnut brown haired woman stood
outside on her bedroom balcony watching the beautiful sun over the
Chesapeake Bay slowly setting in the east. She let out a very audible
sigh contemplating and resigned to maybe her next 50 years confined in
her velvet prison. Poor, James she thought.
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