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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
Randall Cummings had just left one of the drag bars in Washington,
D.C. Randall is a married crossdresser. When Randall is "en femme", he
goes by the feminine name of, "Tracey". His wife, Melinda, knows he's a
crossdresser, but doesn't support it. It is a frequent issue between
both of them. In fact that was a major issue with both of them that
very evening. Randall has worked hard all that week and Tracey needed
to just get out with, "The Girls", (his fellow crossdressers), that
Saturday evening. The girls had a lovely dinner that night before
hitting the drag bar scene. Tracey had a relative good time that
evening, however that major blow out with Kathy kept echoing in his
mind.
Tracey said her goodbyes to the girls and headed back to her home in
suburban Maryland. She was simply tired and not over served early that
morning. Tracey to her credit was almost a teetotaler. She could nurse
a single beer for almost an hour.
On the way home road hypnosis hit her really hard. Suddenly awaking
from her trace, she radically swerved her car. Unfortunately for Tracey
this abrupt swerving did not go unnoticed by a Maryland State Trooper.
Soon the quick siren blared at her and the police car's, "bubble gum
machine", lights from behind went off indicating to her to pull over.
Tracey pulled over like a good citizen, giving her and the police
officer plenty of room on the shoulder of the road for safety. She put
on her emergency flashers, turned on the overhead light and waited
with hands firmly planted on the steering wheel waiting for the police
officer's arrival.
"Good morning ma'am. I noticed you swerving your automobile. I've
pulled you over in concern of pubic safety."
"Good morning to you officer. Sorry for my driving, I'm just a little
sleepy," Tracy responded coherently.
Realizing the female police officer was dealing with a crossdressed
male she responded to Tracey with female pronouns and titles, "How much
have you had to drink tonight, ma'am?"
"Not much officer, a glass of wine over dinner and two beers when I was
clubbing."
"Do you mind taking a sobriety check, ma'am? Please step out of the
car."
Tracey said she didn't mind taking the sobriety check and performed it
to the officer's satisfaction. She was then asked for the traditional
diver's license, registration card and insurance card. She sat in the
police car as the police officer verified that everything was in apple
pie order and there were no outstanding offenses as was the standard
routine.
Everything checked out fine. The police officer said, "Ma'am I have to
issue you a warning ticket for reckless driving. This is just a warning
and not a payable ticket. I just think you need to pay more attention
to your driving, that's all."
Suddenly the issue of the warning ticket and Tracey's wife's objections
about her going out crossdressed and all the prior objections with her
crossdressing hit her all at once like a ton of bricks. She started
crying virtually uncontrollable.
Showing a deep concern the officer asked, "What's wrong, ma'am?"
"Oh officer you probably know I'm a man crossdressed as a woman by now.
I've been getting a lot of bad stuff from my wife lately, more so now,
about my crossdressing. She wants me to stop and I don't necessarily
want to stop. My crossdressing is affecting my marriage and my family.
I just don't know what to do. I'm sorry for laying all this down on you
officer. I really am."
"There, there calm down, ma'am. I think I might understand that you
might be stuck between a rock and a hard place. Let me see, hum, I just
might have a cure for your plight. It may seem to be a unorthodox cure,
but if you're willing to try it."
With tears drying up Tracey responded, "Oh, officer I'm at a point I'll
try anything to please my wife Melinda and my kids."
"Ok. Randall, this is how the cure goes," Handing Randall a little
clear plastic bag, she continued, "See these six blue pills and the big
yellow pill?"
"Yes!"
Well staring tomorrow night at let's say at 9:00 p.m. take one blue
pill daily for six nights, then on the seventh night at the same time
take the big yellow pill. That will stop your crossdressing forever."
"Really?"
"My guarantee, Randall."
Randall/Tracey took the bag of pills from the female state trooper and
thanked her. Noticing Randall/Tracey lived just a few blocks form where
they were, she followed Randall/Tracey home for his/her safety.
Act Two
Tracey got home and got out of his women's clothes, washed up and went
to bed, trying not to disturb his wife. He fell asleep with that rather
unorthodox cure that female state trooper provided echoing in his mind.
Randy as his wife called him woke up late the next morning. He was in a
rather cheerful mood. He donned his sweat pants, washed a little more
to ensure his makeup was totally off and rechecked his nails to ensure
no fingernail polish residue remained. He was fine as far as he was
concerned. He headed to the kitchen feeling half way decent.
However his cheerfulness was soon broken by a surly and sarcastic wife,
Melinda. For him at least it was late so the kids were out own their
own doing their own things. "Good morning, Princess . I guess you want
me to fix the little sissy her breakfast."
"Don't bother, Melinda, I'll fix my own damned breakfast."
While he was fixing his breakfast and having that much needed cup of
coffee, Melinda continued to berate him with her sarcasm, only with a
little bit more venom.
"Well, did you and your fellow sissy girls have a good time last night?
How many men did you kiss or how many men kissed you? Have nice dances
with the real men? Gee , when are you gong to give it up and stop
dressing like a woman and be a real man?"
On and on this continued until Randy just had enough of Melinda and her
viciousness. "Look, Melinda stop giving me your usual crap. For your
information I think I have a cure for my crossdressing, if you give a
damn."
Melinda looked at Randy with startling eyes and said, "Really Randy?"
"Yeah, some strange female cop gave me some pills telling me they would
cure me of my crossdressing."
"You kidding me Randy? Where are these so-called pills?".
"In my black shoulder bag in the bedroom. They're in a clear plastic
bag."
Melinda left to find the so-called pills while Randy attempted to eat
his breakfast. Melinda returned with the bag of pills. "So, Randy how
do these pills work?"
"Well according to the female cop I got to take one blue pill every
night at 9:00 for six nights and the one big yellow pill on the seventh
night. All pills must be taken at 9:00 p.m. precisely. She said that
will cure my crossdressing."
"And you were taken in by this strange cure?"
"Well if it will stop your bitching about my dressing as a woman, it's
worth a shot. Don't you agree, at least?"
"Might as well, I guess nothing has worked so far. I agree and I'll
make sure you take these pills if I have to shove them down your
throat."
So for the next six nights precisely at 9:00 Melinda made sure that
Randy took his blue pill. During this time Randy noted that his desire
to crossdress greatly diminished. He mentioned this great news to his
wife. This made Melinda extremely happy and she felt she was finally
getting her man back from all that sissiness.
On the seventh day Melinda was over joyous at the prospect of Randy no
longer dressing like a woman. She promised herself a long night of love
making with Randy after he took the final yellow pill. The bedroom was
all laid out for such an evening as well as a few bottles of Champaign
were cooling in the refrigerator.
Then the big moment came. Melinda handed Randy the yellow pill and a
glass of water and said, "Bottoms up, Randy."
Randy took the rather hard pill to swallow, swallowed the pill and
said, "Good bye crossdressing!"
He started to undress for what he hoped for was to be an unbridled
night of lust with Melinda. As he was undressing he started to feel a
bit funny. The feeling of funny soon shortly began a feeling of
dizziness and nausea then he collapsed on the floor shaking violently.
He rolled back and forth in total convulsions.
A concerned Melinda screamed out loud at Randy's plight. Their four
kids , two grown sons and two grown daughters came running to their
mom's and dad's rescue.
Looking at their dad's condition they didn't know what to do. Their
oldest son made a call to 9-1-1. The quintet watched in total amazement
and shock as Randy's body began to change dramatically. On his chest
he began to develop a pair of breasts, his body started to develop a
feminine figure and face started to became more girlish looking. His
dark chestnut brown hair, which he kept center parted began growing
longer and longer until it was well below shoulder length and very full
and fluffy. This amazing transformation took about 10 minutes to
complete. Randy's convulsions, dizziness and everything just melted
away leaving a rather beautiful woman behind.
Randy attempted to speak letting every one know he was fine, but out of
him came an unfamiliar feminine voice not his normal masculine voice.
His sons managed to get him up and on further inspection Randy was now
a beautiful and stunning woman that looked like he stepped out of the
pages of, "Vogue", magazine and from an intensive beauty salon
treatment. Randy looked down and pulled his now somewhat very loose
underpants down, sure enough he had a real virgina in addition. Randy
was a woman, and a real life woman to boot.
Needless to say everyone including Randy were totally lost at sea and
confused at the whole process.
When the paramedics arrived quickly Melinda told them that her,
"sister", was a little off, "her", medications and had suffered a bad
spell. The paramedics gave Randy a cursory examination and deemed him
fit. The left saying to Melinda that, "she" (Randy), should see, "her",
doctor the next day.
Act Three
Randy, now a woman, and Melinda were determined to find that woman
police officer and see that she was brought to justice and to see if
what happened to Randy could be reversed.
They found the warning ticket Randy had received. Noted on it were
three items of identification. One, her name "Cpl. Diana Wilson", two
her badge number "17568" and three her patrol car number "A616".
Randy and Melinda took that ticket to the Maryland State Police to get
things hopefully sorted out. Both a state trooper lieutenant and a
sergeant told them the following:
1. The warning ticket was an old styled warning ticket abandoned five
years ago.
2. They had no state trooper named "Cpl. Diana Wilson" in the trooper
ranks.
3. Badge number "17568" wasn't a valid badge state police number.
4. Patrol car "A616" didn't exist in the state police car fleet.
The state police took all of their concerns down and both of them were
reassured that the Maryland State Police would file a report of a
possible impersonation of a police officer and would be on the look out
for Diana Wilson.
Even both of them had their lawyer look into this matter and he came up
with the same results as the Maryland State Police had.
A poor Randy had to lie low for awhile adjusting to his new gender. He
resigned from work leaving Melinda as bread winner. Randy still looked
like Randy only a very feminine and stunningly beautiful version of
Randy. About six months later Randy and Melinda told family and friends
Randy had a sex change operation to solve their problems. Randy became,
"Diana Randi Mills", as he thought maybe the mysterious Diana Wilson
had solved his problem.
AT LEAST RANDY NO LONGER CROSSDRESSED!
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