Mortimer and Myrtle A Love Story
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No time to waste
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He was mugged and thrown over a cliff, but survived. Now he was on a
mission to find his assailants and get back what was rightfully his,
before his time ran out.
This story was written to be a roller-coaster type ride from start to
finish with only a few pauses here and there to catch your breath. It
starts out really fast paced but slows a bit in the second half to allow
the story to develop. I hope you enjoy the ride.
Buckle up, and keep your hands and feet inside the ride at all times...
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For only the briefest moment Chris thought of the absurdity of his
situation. It reminded him of the old Roadrunner cartoons he watched as a
child. He was hanging by two hands from a branch sticking out of a steep
dirt incline. Above him the ledge he had just been thrown off of, and
below him a raging river he had intended to be whitewater rafting this
afternoon.
But the briefest moment was all he could allow for retrospection, if even
that. Chris had a decision to make, climb back up, or let go and end up
in the river. He didn't have time to ponder the merits of either option;
he let impulse take over and he released his grip, plunging into the
rushing water.
The water was not exceptionally deep where he broke the surface going in,
and luckily he knew and expected this. He was prepared when he hit the
rocky bottom of the river, and therefore sustained cuts, scrapes and
bruising, but no serious wounds or broken bones. This was a very good
thing because he had no time to recuperate from any injuries. He had to
get out of this river and run; run for all he was worth. They had
something that he just had to get it back.
Chris knew this river and he knew it well. He was an avid sportsman and
had rafted this river many times. Once on the surface he rode the
current, he did not fight it. The roughest part of this river was just
prior to where he had entered the water, and for the next half mile or so,
while still choppy and rough, was survivable without a boat for someone
who knew what he was doing; and he did. He also knew that around the next
bend was an area where people frequently entered and exited the river. He
had to stay on the right hand side of the river so the current wouldn't
carry him past.
His toes and fingers were starting to tingle. Chris hoped it was the
chill of the water causing this and not the spell already taking affect.
His mother in law had always produced exceptional work, so it would not
surprise him at all if it was the latter. He had to push himself; time
was not on his side.
He swam and swam hard; he had to hit that river access spot. His arms and
legs were burning but he continued to kick; he refused to let the current
pull him past. Every ounce of his body screamed at him but he willed
himself; he pushed himself; and with a final surge with all his strength
Chris found himself in shallow still water. Once his feet could touch
bottom he began to run. Out of the water and up the wide path back to the
upper ridge where he had spent the night before.
And he ran. Whether it was from physical stamina, willpower, both, or
something altogether different, he did not know and it did not matter. He
ran as hard and fast as he could. If it was in fact physical stamina that
was pushing him forward, then he knew that once the spell started to
really take effect that his stamina would decrease drastically.
Chris ran until he reached what was left of his campsite. It was a
ransacked mess. He had been awoken earlier that morning by two men intent
upon robbing him; catching him off guard and quickly overpowered him.
Such is the price of valuing his privacy Chris thought; nobody around to
see what had happened or to call for help. They had taken everything, his
wallet, his truck keys, his gun, even his wedding ring; then they had
simply thrown him over the cliff. He assumed they had intended for the
river to kill him and dispose of the body as well.
Chris did not have time to see what was and what was not salvageable from
his campsite. They had the one and only thing that mattered to him. He
turned and ran; right past the spot that his truck had been parked not an
hour earlier. He continued running. There was only one road out of this
area so he knew which way to go, but they had quite a head start on him.
He had to find a way to catch up.
He ran and ran hard. His aching body wanted to give up and collapse but
his soul would not hear of it. Chris willed himself onward. This area
was a sportsman's paradise: Hunting, fishing, riding, and rafting. There
were other people around and he just had to find them. He did not know
what he was going to do or say when he found another person; he was
running on pure instinct and adrenaline. He wasn't thinking, he was just
doing.
And as such, when he finally reached a campsite he found he had a decision
to make. It was empty. Should he try to find its occupants? Should he
go through their stuff and try and find a cell phone or some other form of
assistance? He looked around, and saw nobody; no movement. Probably down
at the river fishing he thought to himself. And then he saw it; a dirt
bike resting against a tree. Right then and there without hesitation the
decision was made.
He jumped on the bike and kicked it over, or at least tried to. It
turned, but did not turn over completely. He had to do this quickly;
people around here did not take kindly to people borrowing their expensive
dirt bikes. His strength was waning; he knew exhaustion was taking its
toll, but he was sure the magic was starting to come into play as well.
He kicked the bike again, but still it did not turn over. He could hear
yelling from towards the river. Damn! The sound was giving him away.
His hair flopped over his face, and with slender fingers he brushed it
back and over his ear. "FUCK! I am running out of time!" he thought to
himself. And with everything he had in himself he kicked the bike again
and it roared to life. Popping the clutch the rear wheel spewed dirt
across the encampment knocking over a tent in the process, and the bike
screamed towards the road.
He heard gunfire. Chris did not know what direction the sound was coming
from, but since he heard it over the roar of the motor he knew it was
close. Making a logical assumption that the shots were coming from behind
him and were likely aimed AT him, he began zig-zagging so as not to make a
clear target. Since this was the only bike he saw at the campsite, he
hoped that its owner would not be able to readily follow and he would soon
be out of range. Although time seemed to slow to a crawl as he swore he
could hear the bullets whizzing past his head, in truth, it was less than
15 seconds before the sounds of gunfire faded and were drowned out by the
bikes motor. He gunned the gas and headed straight and steady down the
road. It was time to catch up.
This road ran without any paved turnoffs for about seven miles. If his
assailants believed that he was lost in the river, then he hoped that they
were not in a great rush. Pushing the dirt bike to full throttle, he
hoped he could catch up before all that was left of his wife was gone from
his life forever.
He had a stretch of road ahead of him that finally allowed to collect his
thoughts. What they had done, how and why did not concern him. Material
objects can be replaced - except for the ring. He had to get the ring
back. It was all that he had left of his wife. He had always believed
that witches could ward off evil; keeping death at bay, and in many ways
that is true. In other ways they are as mortal as anyone else. A drunk
driver on a rain soaked road made that fact all too clear. His wife came
from a long line of women who practiced powerful witchcraft, but as
powerful as his mother in law was, she could only cry as her daughter's
coffin was being lowered into the ground. His wife had given him that
ring the day they were married; it was all that he had left of her. He
would die before he let that ring be lost to a couple of thugs.
He saw dust settling on the road ahead of him. He knew that there was a
vehicle not far ahead of him, and he was hoping it was his truck. Luckily
this was not a dead-straight road and did a fair bit of winding allowing
him to not be seen. He backed off the throttle and just followed the dust
trail. Up to this point he had just ran on gut reaction, but now he had
to think logically. There were two of them and one of him. He had to
collect his thoughts and come up with a plan of action.
But as much as he had to catch up with these men, he also had to be
concerned with the magic that was engulfing his body because it would
affect his ability to overpower them if that was necessary. He was
becoming less of a man as the spell continued to do its job. He knew it
wouldn't be long before he wasn't a man at all.
Chris knew there was a small town coming up soon. Really not much of a
town at all as it only consisted of a gas station, a general store/post
office, and a restaurant; pretty much a place for the sports enthusiast to
stock up and gas up before heading off into the wilderness for the
weekend.
He slowed the bike down and then came to a dead stop just as the tree-line
opened up for the town's small row of buildings. Chris had hoped that the
men he was chasing would stop for gas before continuing down the road.
Most people do, as it is still a long drive to civilization and the next
gas station.
He saw his truck in front of the diner. It was parked next to an old beat
up Ford with a dozen bumper stickers touting things such as "Forget the
horn, watch for finger", and "You'll get my gun when you pry it out of my
cold dead hand".
"Think dammit" he thought to himself. What was he going to do? Chris had
a little time to think things out as his attackers ate their lunch, but he
had to come up with something fast. He got off his bike and walked into
town, trying to remain an inconspicuous as possible. He thought to
himself that he didn't even need a disguise at this point. His short crew
cut had grown out to blonde hair just past shoulder length. He was also
wearing jeans and a plain t-shirt, again common clothes that would not
stand out. He thought about his t-shirt for a moment. The air had blown
it dry while he was riding the bike. Fortuitous, since a wet t-shirt and
his soon to be budding breasts would have definitely drawn attention.
With the changes his body had already gone through, his attackers would
probably have to look him square in the face to realize that he was even
the person they had mugged earlier in the day.
Chris made his way to the restaurant, and stood just around the corner;
watching the front door while trying to come up with a plan. He believed
he had time to work something out, but everything else had gone against
him this day - now was no different. The front door opened and two
recognizable figures stepped out. "SHIT!" he thought to himself as Chris
realized what little time he had to strategize had just ran out.
The two men talked for a moment, and Chris tried real hard to hear what
they were saying. He couldn't make out much, but could definitely make
out the name "Motel-6". Then the taller of the two got into the Ford,
pulled out and headed down the road while the other gentleman (using the
term loosely) stepped back into the restaurant. Picking up a rock he
ducked down and made his way over to just the other side of his pickup
truck and waited for the man to come back out of the restaurant, and it
wasn't long before he did.
Wasting no time, and not allowing the other man to react he held the rock
tight in his fist and swung it hard. Unaware of what was coming, the man
was defenseless, and when the clenched rock struck his right temple he
stumbled back in a daze. Chris did not wait to allow the man to come out
of the daze and regain his composure. His feminine fingers clenched the
rock even harder as he swung it again, and this time the man crumpled to
the ground like a sack of potatoes. Chris looked around; it appeared
nobody saw or at least reacted to the altercation - the first thing to go
his way today.
Chris found that a quick search of the body revealed little but two
wallets, a hotel room key (Motel-6) and his own truck keys. One wallet
was his own, and the second, according to the I.D. belonged to 'Chuck' the
bum on the ground. He was alive, but Chris was sure he would wake up with
one hell of a headache.
Chris could not find the ring; the other man must have it. Grabbing the
two wallets and his own keys he jumped into his truck and found his feet
barely reached the pedals. For the first time in his life, he actually
had to move the seat forward to reach the controls comfortably. Turning
the engine over, he stepped on the gas. Spewing rocks and gravel, Chris
pointed his truck north along the state highway, the same direction as the
other truck had gone only minutes earlier.
Lying on the seat next to him he noticed a gun; HIS gun. For the second
time today, fate smiled in his favor. Chris did not know if the man he
was chasing was armed, but at least Chris had his own gun back and he
could defend himself. With one of the two men out of the picture, the
odds were evening.
A sharp pain engulfed his lower abdomen. Chris almost lost control of the
truck as he tried to keep from doubling over in pain. He knew it had to
be the curse affecting his innards. He knew he had to be in the final
stages.
When he got married, his mother in law had 'blessed' his wedding ring.
His wife told him the truth though; it was not a blessing as much as it
was a curse. It was meant to keep the man faithful. The curse was to
ensure the wearer remained a one-woman-man. It had no magical effect
while worn, but removing it had consequences. If not put back on, the
previous wearer of the ring would be turned completely female within
twelve hours; ensuring he could be nobody else's 'husband'.
Chris did not care about the curse, he loved his wife and never wanted to
leave her side, and he never did in the few short years they were
together; right up to the tragic end. Surprisingly the thought to
himself, he really didn't care about the curse at this point in time as
well. The ring, not the curse around it was his main concern, it was all
he had left of his wife to hold on to; Chris had to get it back.
Chris just did the speed limit, maybe a little over. He could not afford
to be pulled over by the local hick police at this point; especially since
he was sure he did not match the photo on his license anymore. Chris had
a fairly good idea where he was going to find his prey anyway.
About an hour later Chris was pulling into a Chevron on the south end of
town. There was a Motel-6 just up the road, and he was almost certain he
saw the bumper-sticker laden pickup truck parked in their lot. Not taking
up too much time he devised a plan. In his current state he was sure
there was no way he could overpower the burly man. It would have to be a
game of wits; he would now need to outsmart his opponent.
Step one was to get some clothes befitting his new body. He was feeling
the spell subside, and he knew the changes were complete, or at least
mostly complete. He knew he now had all the associated equipment
associated with his new feminine form, both up above and down below.
He found an ATM and withdrew $300. He knew he couldn't use his debit card
at a store because if they asked for an ID it wouldn't match. He then
headed off to a K-Mart farther up the road to buy the clothes he would
need. He bought a nice girly outfit that accentuated his new curves. He
also got a handbag and other miscellaneous accessories to complete the
look he was going for; and lastly, he got some lingerie. He... or rather
SHE was going to do what women had done for centuries; get her prey to
start thinking with the wrong head.
Her next stop was a local drug store. She picked up a large Monster
Energy drink; hoping it would help keep her going. The last several hours
had taken a serious toll on her body. It was telling her she should find
a nice soft spot to lie down, and just pass out. She couldn't; she
wouldn't. She kept telling herself she had to keep going until she got
that ring back. It was the only thing that mattered.
While at the drug store she also picked up a six pack of bottled beer and
some over the counter sleep medication. She was glad they didn't card her
for the alcohol, she was sure the teller wouldn't believe her story as to
why her face or even gender did not match her driver's license. She then
got back in her truck and headed back up the road, and parked it at a
McDonalds about a block down the road from the Motel. She couldn't afford
to have the truck seen.
She took her new clothing items into the women's restroom, and began to
get prepared for her date. She also brought in a bottle of beer, the
sleeping pills she had purchased, and a rock from just outside the
restaurant.
After getting dressed and making sure she was as knock-dead gorgeous as
she could make herself, she busted open the package of sleeping pills on
the counter. She didn't care about too much or not enough; she took the
rock and crushed them all into as fine of a powder as she could. Then
twisting the top off of the bottle of beer, she carefully funneled all the
powder into the single bottle of beer and twisted the top back on.
She went back out and left everything in the truck except what she needed.
She took a deep breath; she was as prepared as she was going to be for
what she needed to do. She had a basic plan of attack, but a lot would
have to be off-the-cuff. She was taking the sexuality angle to catch him
off guard, but hoped it wouldn't come down to having to actually commit
the act itself. She was bound and determined that she would do anything
necessary to get her ring back, regardless of how disgusting or repulsive.
She smoothed her dress, picked up her bottle of beer and her handbag and
headed off towards the hotel. Once again, she took a deep breath to calm
her nerves, and then knocked on the door. A young lady answered the door
holding a small child.
"Oh, I'm sorry" she stuttered, "I must have the wrong room".
The woman looked her up and down and just said, "Tramp!" and slammed the
door shut.
Moving down one door, Chris tried again. Taking a deep breath to steady
her nerves, she knocked on the door. She heard groaning coming from
inside, and then, "I'm coming". She then heard the deadbolt being
released and the door swung open. She had the right room this time.
The man just looked Chris up and down and it was apparent that he liked
what he saw. Chris then said, "Chuck says he will be late, and for me to
stop by and keep you company if you know what I mean." She then twisted
off the top of the bottle of beer, pretended to take a swig herself and
then handed it to the man in the room. As he took the beer from Chris,
she could see her ring on the hand holding the beer.
"Well by all means sweetheart, come on in" he stated.
Once inside the room and the door closed, Chris knew that he could force
himself on her if she didn't keep control of the situation. In the
sexiest voice she had she said, "So, do you like what you see?"
"Oh yea!" he blurted out, while taking another swig of beer.
"Well gee, it's kind of warm in here, do you mind if I... well... you know..."
as she seductively started to unbutton the front of her blouse.
"Babe, I'll turn the heater up to 90 if that is what it takes to get you
out of those clothes".
"Well then lie on the bed, and let me entertain you." Chris said. So far
everything was going pretty much to plan.
He propped himself up on the bed still holding his beer. Chris could see
that the beer was already about one-third gone.
Chris then began a sexy strip tease. It was something her wife always
enjoyed doing for her right before they made love, so she knew most of the
moves.
She finished unbuttoning the blouse and let it fall to the floor. As she
continued to dance, she found the zipper to her skirt, and soon it was on
the floor as well. She was now down to just a lacy bra and panties. (Or
at least the sexiest ones you can get at K-Mart). She continued to dance
while he watched intently and continuing to nurse his beer. She did not
know how long it would take for the sleeping pills to take effect, but she
hoped that combined with alcohol it wouldn't take long.
She continued to dance. She could see that he was getting aroused, and
feared it would not be long that he might force himself upon her. But she
was committed and had to keep going. Next she unclasped her bra and began
to massage her breasts. She knew from firsthand experience that this
would definitely get the man aroused even further, but it came as a bit of
an unexpected shock as she realized she was getting herself aroused as
well.
He took another deep swig of his beer.
She then worked her hands down to her panties. First she stroked the
outside of the panties, running her finger up and down the crevice that
was just beneath. Then finding the edge of the panties, her fingers were
up underneath, and explored her feminine genitals even further.
She turned around, bent over, and in the process her fingers clasped the
waistline of her panties and brought them down in one fluid motion,
exposing herself to him. Turning around, she let the panties drop to the
floor as she continued to dance.
As she danced, her hands played every part of her body; turning him on
even more.
"Damn! You look ready to fuck" the man said.
Taking a risk, she said, "I only dance for married men, nothing more".
"I aint married, who told you I was?" He said.
"That ring says you are".
Ripping the ring off of his finger and tossing it on the floor he said,
"What ring?"
She forced a giggle and said, "My mistake".
She then started crawling up the bed, straddling his legs. Seductively
she worked her way up his legs until she was face to face with the crotch
of his pants. She unbuttoned the pants and lowered his zipper. Then
said, "close your eyes, I'm about to blow your mind".
He took a final swig of his beer, laid back, and closed his eyes. He
waited, and for a moment nothing happened; then he heard a loud and
audible click. He opened his eyes and found himself looking down the
muzzle of a Colt .357.
"What the..." he uttered.
"Shut the fuck up" Chris said as she backed herself off of him; and,
without lowering her eyes or gun, sat in a chair across from the bed.
(Still totally nude) "Just lay there and shut the fuck up" she
reiterated. "If you move, I have no hesitation to put a bullet in your
ass. And if you think I am worried about the police, think again. I will
scream rape and self-defense. They would come in and see a big burly man
with his pants around his knees, and a sweet young girl butt-assed naked.
Do you really think they would come to any other conclusion? So like I
said, just lay there and shut the fuck up."
"What do you want from me" he asked angrily.
"Absolutely nothing; just lay there. Use the remote and watch TV if you
want. But if you get out of that bed, I won't hesitate to shoot your
ass."
The guy looked confused, but he knew the girl had the upper hand as he did
what he was told. Using the remote he turned on the TV and found a rerun
of M.A.S.H. Lying there watching the show he began pondering his
predicament, and how he could turn the tables on this girl. As his mind
and body relaxed, he began to get drowsy. Looking across at the girl, she
hadn't lowered the gun an inch. He continued to watch his show and drink
his beer.
By the end for the episode, he was out like a light. Chris got up and
began to get dressed. She didn't discount the fact that the man could be
pretending to be asleep. She kept well away from the bed and kept the gun
at very close reach. Fully dressed, she sat back in her chair. She
waited and watched the man for another half-hour. Finally, and only as he
started snoring deeply, she felt safe. She got up, walked up next to the
bed and picked up her wedding ring from off of the floor.
She walked out of the room with only the items she walked in with, plus
her ring. Walking back to McDonalds she got in her truck and headed down
the road. Across town, she found a secluded spot to park her truck where
it couldn't be seen from the road.
She got her ring back, now she had new issues she knew she had to deal
with. Technically she was a non-person with no ID, no credit cards. The
girl she now was had not existed before today. Could this spell be
reversed? She would definitely have to find her mother in law for all the
answers.
But those were issues for tomorrow. For the last several hours her body
just ached and wanted to let go of consciousness and reality. Her
willpower to keep going finally released its hold and she laid along the
bench seat of her truck and soundly fell asleep.
Epilogue:
Chuck pulled up to the hotel early the next morning in a Chevy Aveo he had
carjacked. Opening the door to his room there was no sign of his buddy;
just one sexy bitch in his bed wearing his clothes. Closing the door
behind him, he dropped his pants and thought to himself... "This bitch is
going to wake up to one helluva surprise..."
Maddy
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