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Julio's Revenge-Escape By Katherine Leigh ------------------------------------------ CHAPTER ONE Julio Martinez was a 26 year old gang leader from Los Angeles, California. He had been in and out of gangs for 12 years, and had risen to the top by conducting a series of heinous crimes and attacks on rival gangs. Now, though, as he approached his 27th birthday, Julio began to think about all of the terrible and violent things he had seen during his time in gang life. This made him consider making a fresh start, beyond the troublesome life he had long known. The more he thought about leaving his gang lifestyle behind, the more he realized how hard it would be to do. Not only was much of his body covered in gang tattoos, but he knew he would remain a target of rival gangs no matter where he went. If he wanted to start a family or live anywhere in peace, he would have to live a life of deep stealth, in which no one would suspect that he was once among the top gang leaders in L.A. Leaving his gang lifestyle behind increasingly seemed like an impossible dream to Julio Martinez. CHAPTER TWO In was early May when Julio began down the path that would ultimately take him away from gang life once and for all. Julio and his friend Manuel were sitting on the front porch of Manuel's house, enjoying the beautiful weather. "Damn it's a nice day today," Manuel said to Julio. "The only thing better than sitting on this porch with you, my homie, would be if we had some 40's and some bitches with us," he continued. "Yeah," Julio replied, "that does sound good. That sounds really, really good." Suddenly, from the sides of the porch rushed four large men, two on each side, all armed with AK-47's. Two men proceeded to tie up Manuel and Julio, while the other two pointed their weapons at them. "Man, what the fuck?!" Julio yelled. "You don't want to do this, man. I'm telling you - you don't know who the fuck you're messing with! Who sent you?" Julio's question was soon answered. A black Cadillac with heavily tinted windows pulled up in front of Manuel's house and stopped at the base of the sidewalk. Out of the car emerged a stunning female figure; it was Marisol, the head of a rival gang that had been making a play for Julio's turf. Marisol strode up the sidewalk in a sleeveless white dress shirt, black skirt, stockings, and 3" black heels. "Hello, Julio," she said with a smirk on her face. "What the fuck do you want, Marisol?" he responded. "You shouldn't mess with me, really." Marisol laughed, "Oh Julio, Julio, Julio. What a silly old man. Isn't it time for you to retire yet? You know that you can't keep up with me. When are you going to move out of this neighborhood and get yourself a nice apartment in a retirement community somewhere down in Florida?" "Fuck off," Julio spat at Marisol, while still being restrained. "Tisk, tisk, tisk, Julio," Marisol replied. "I was afraid you would say that. Well, I guess you've been gang bangin' so long you are going to need a little push to retirement. Consider this your push." On her last word, Marisol threw up her hand as if to signal her gunmen to carry out a predetermined plan. Then she turned and walked back down the sidewalk, got into her waiting car, and was escorted away. Within seconds of her departure, Julio heard two shots ring out, and turned to see Manuel slump to the ground. "Nooooo!!!!" He cried out, but it was too late. Manuel was dead, and the gunmen fled, leaving Julio tied to his chair on the front porch of Manuel's house, next to his homie's fresh corpse. Julio cried softly to himself for a moment, before he was over taken with simultaneous feelings of rage and sadness. Then and there, he swore that his last act as a gang leader would be to get revenge on Marisol, no matter the cost. CHAPTER THREE A few days later, after he had been freed by one of his homiest that had heard about the shooting of Manuel and come right over, Julio started to plan his assault on Marisol. Initially, he wanted to wait until she let her guard down, by going to a festival or community gathering. But then he heard that she had been arrested and was facing serious charges that could put her away for a long, long time. Julio continued to look for the right opportunity to hunt down and kill Marisol. After she had been arrested, he thought about storming the jail where she was being held, but it seemed heavily guarded and he knew that an attack on a jail would result in a lot of cops showing up in his neighborhood the following week. He also thought about taking out Marisol at the courthouse, but she was being tried by the feds and the security was likely to be very tight throughout the trial. Biding his time, Julio grew frustrated when Marisol was eventually convicted and sentenced to life in a nearby federal women's prison. It seemed that he would never have the chance to exact his revenge, and he knew that he couldn't retire from gang life with Marisol allowed to live out her days. One afternoon, Julio was watching Jerry Springer with Maria, one of the lieutenants in his gang. The show was about men who had fallen in love with women, who turned out to be men. Julio and Maria had been drinking and Maria made an off the cuff joke she wouldn't have made sober. "Hey, Julio," she said with a snicker. "If you were one of these trannies, then you could get into women's prison and kill that son of a bitch Marisol." Julio thought about it for a second and replied, "Ha! Yeah, I could, couldn't I?" "Yeah," Marisol confirmed, "but you don't have the body for it! I mean, don't get me wrong - you've got a great body, but you're all man. You could never be a girl." Julio and Maria continued watching the program without much further conversation. That night, as Julio lay in bed, contemplating his day, he thought more about what Maria had said to him that day. 'If I were a girl, I could finally kill that bitch Marisol,' he thought to himself. 'And, then I could quit this gang life once and for all - and I'd be in deep stealth, so no one could find me.' The next morning, Julio awoke still thinking about whether he might pass as a girl so he could kill Marisol and retire from his gang life. He decided that he needed to talk to Maria about this idea, so he called her and asked her to come over. When she arrived, he got her a beer and they sat on the porch in the morning sun. "Maria, I was thinking about what you said yesterday," he started. "What do you mean," she replied. "What you said about how I could get into Marisol's prison if I was a woman." "Oh," Maria laughed nervously. "I was just messing with you, Julio. I hope you're not mad. I didn't mean anything by it." "No, not at all. In fact, I think it's a great idea. If I were to disguise myself as a woman, I could get into Marisol's prison, kill that bitch, and then finally retire from the gang." Maria was not convinced. "Sure, but are you really willing to go through all that shit you would have to do to pass as a girl? You can't be serious." "Maria," Julio said softly, "I want to ask you something." "Yeah, Julio?" "Do you want to lead this gang?" "Absolutely, but I would never do anything to undermine you, Julio." "I know, I know. But here's what I'm thinking: if you help me to disguise myself as a girl and to get into that prison to kill Marisol, then I will retire and make you the new leader of this gang." "Oh, man, Julio," Maria said with surprise. "You know I would do anything for you - and I'd love to lead this gang - but are you really serious?" "Yes. Tell me you will help me - but you have to keep this a secret. Only we can know." "Ok, Julio. I'll do it, and I'll keep it quiet, real quiet. When do we start?" "Now," Julio said, without hesitation. "We start now." CHAPTER FOUR Maria and Julio immediately began planning Julio's transition to womanhood and Maria's ascendance to leader of the gang. They did research online and found out everything they could about how to make Julio pass convincingly as a woman. They knew they would have to be exacting in their work, because getting into federal women's prison was sure to include a full physical work up by the prison doctor. In the first week, Julio scheduled the first of many appointments to have his tattoos removed. He knew it would take many removal sessions for progress to be made, and he wanted to start soon. Maria also found a doctor who she could blackmail into writing Julio a prescription for female hormones. Julio started taking the little yellow and white pills twice a day, everyday, from the moment they came into his possession. Though he didn't notice any changes from the pills at first, they started working their magic from the very first ingestion. To help Maria become leader of the gang over rival members, Julio recorded a video message that she could play for other members. In the message, Julio stated clearly and repeatedly that Maria should follow him as leader of the gang. He even turned the camera 360 degrees to show that he wasn't under any duress at the time of the taping. After a four weeks on hormones, Julio was beginning to feel changes in his skin. One morning he woke up and found himself feeling his own butt, which was newly feminizing, and he liked the sensation very much. It was as if he had a beautiful woman with him all the time - but it was him! He told Maria about the changes to his skin and body fat and she got excited. "I think its time that we get started with your lessons in clothing and make up," she told him. Julio agreed. Maria and Julio went shopping at a local mall. Maria would pretend that she was buying things for herself, but was sure to educate Julio about girls clothing and ask for his opinion on everything she was considering buying. "Girls shirts button on the other side," she told him while shopping for blouses. "Never buy pants that are too tight or you'll get a muffin top," she said while buying pants. At the Victoria's Secret, Maria was especially supportive. "You're probably an A cup now, honey, but don't worry. They say that hormones will make you fill out like your closest female relatives, and your mom and sister both have pretty good chests. You should be fine." Julio tagged along to many stores with Maria, reminding himself periodically that he was doing all of this for revenge. Any time his mind wandered or he had second thoughts about his transition, he would think back to the scene of Manuel, slumped over on his porch, which still haunted his mind. After shopping, Maria took Julio back to her place so he could try on the clothes they bought. She laid out an outfit on her bed, then directed Julio to the bathroom to prepare for his first time in female regalia. "Julio, you need to go in the shower and shave off all of your body hair. Then, lather with this," she said, handing him a loofa and fragrant soap, along with a razor. Julio did as he was instructed. He took a long, hot shower and returned to Maria, wrapped only in a towel, and smelling of lilies. "I don't think I've been this hair free since I was 12," he told her. "Yeah, and you've never smelled so good, either," she replied. "Here - its time to see how serious you really are about all this. Its time to put on your first bra and panties." Maria handed Julio a new bra and panty that they had purchased at the mall. "If you had told me two months ago that I'd be doing this today, I probably would have stabbed you right there, you stupid bitch," he said, affectionately. Julio spent the day dressing up in various outfits that Maria would put together for him. Then she did his make up for him and told him to go look in the mirror. "Damn," he said aloud. "I'm a pretty hot cunt, if I do say so myself." "You're not bad," Maria said, "and you're off to a good start." By the next week, Julio had made enough progress with his tattoo removal that he was ready to begin electrolysis. Maria scheduled him an appointment with a little place in Chinatown that would do the work for him in the back of the shop, in an effort to keep things hush-hush. "That shit hurt," he told Maria, upon returning from his first appointment. "Just think," she replied. "A few dozen more sessions and you will be hair free. You'll never have to worry about shaving ever again." "Well, I guess that is sort of a blessing in disguise. Shaving can be a real pain, though I never had to do it below my chin before." Julio continued working towards his transition. He took his pills everyday, and soon was beginning to notice some real changes in his body. Not only was his skin softer and his butt rounder, but his pubic hair was softening and curling up like a girl's and he started to develop little nodes under his nipples. His tattoo removal and hair removal continued, also, and Maria kept meeting with him to teach him about clothing and make up, along with other aspects of being a girl. He had let his hair grow out and it was now longer than it had ever been in his life, though still short by the standards of most girls. One day, while Julio and Maria were having a make up session, Julio found himself naked in front on a mirror. He stopped suddenly, catching his own reflection. "Fuck, Maria," he screamed at her across the room. "I'm a girl!" "Haha," Maria laughed. "That's kinda what we've been working on," she said. "No, I mean, look at me. I look like a woman! I have breasts, an ass, and - when I tuck my dick back like you showed me - you can't tell that I'm a man at all. I'm getting close." "You need a name," she yelled back at him across the room. "How about Julie?" "Julie?" He said aloud, mostly to himself. "Yeah, I like it. Julie. Julie is going to fuck up Marisol's world," he said laughing. By eight months into his transition, Julio, now Julie, was having a hard time passing as a man during the day. He thought it best if he went into hiding to finish out his transition, which would also allow Maria to make her play for gang leader while he was still around to help her out. Maria set Julie up in an apartment that was all furnished, just down the block from where Maria lived. The apartment was excessively girlish, which Maria figured was necessary to test whether Julie was ready for the final stages of her transition. Julie hardly noticed, since she had bought into her new role 100 percent. Julie sent out the video she had recorded to other gang members. Then Maria made the announcement that Julio had retired and she was in charge from now on. Few gang members questioned the transition, as it had become clear to them that Julio and Maria were quite close in recent months, though they did not know the real reason why. The one gang member that did protest, Juan, met a quick and exacting end at the hands of Maria and her homies. Maria visited Julie at her new apartment and brought her some 40's to celebrate the final taking over of the gang. As they drank on the balcony, over looking a stunning sunset, Maria said something that startled Julie. "I have scheduled your final surgeries for next month." Julie paused. She thought about the consequences of that statement. Everything up to this point had been reversible or without major ramifications. If she stopped taking hormones, her male body would come back quickly. She could always buy a new male wardrobe and tell people she didn't like body hair if she wanted to go back to being a man. But these final surgeries were just that - final. They meant a permanent change to her face, through facial feminization surgery. And, more alarming, it meant changing his penis into the ultimate in female attire - a vagina. After he thought about it for 30 seconds or more, Julie came back to the conversation. "I'm ready," was all he said. The next month, Maria was there to see Julie off to her surgeries. "Remember, you are doing this for Manuel, and to catch that bitch Marisol," Maria said. "I know. I won't forget." Then Julie made the sign of the cross and pointed to the sky before saying, "Manuel, don't ever question my love for you. No homie has ever done for another what I am about to do for you." With that, Julie was wheeled into her surgery, and there was no turning back. CHAPTER FIVE Six months later, after Julie had healed from her surgeries, it was time to carry out the next phase of her plan. She walked into a local bank, fired a shot through the ceiling, and informed the customers that she was holding up the bank. Everything looked very much like a normal bank robbery, except Julie wore no mask, and she made no move for money, nor for the exit. Her intention was to get caught and to go to jail. The police arrived on scene quickly, but Julie made sure to play hard to get, in order to get the charges against her increased. She fired a few shots from the bank into the air near where the police were stationed, and made conflicting demands on the hotline that a hostage negotiator set up with her. Eventually though, once she was sure that her crime was heinous enough to land her in the tank with Marisol, she gave herself up peacefully. Julie's trial began quickly and looked like an open and shut case. Her court appointed attorney encouraged her to take a plea deal, and she did. If she played her cards right, she would spend two years in prison, plenty of time to befriend and then do away with Marisol, before being released to live her nice life in deep stealth. With forged papers and a made up history, no one suspected for a moment that Julie was once Julio, let along that he/she was trying to get into prison on purpose. CHAPTER SIX Julie had been a woman for nearly six months by the time she was tried, convicted, and sent to prison. Still, she remained quite surprised every time she looked down between her legs and saw a vagina, let alone the breasts that impeded her view of her genitals. Her new found femininity really began to sink in as she walked into her initial exam at the prison, where she was asked to strip naked by a nurse and subsequently given a full body exam by a male doctor. When he squeezed her breasts, she got a full body chill, and when he examined her vagina she wondered briefly what it would be like to be with a man. Assigned to her own cell for the first month of her stay, Julie observed the prisoners and their behavior, with a special eye toward Marisol. Julie wanted to learn everything she could about Marisol's behavior and attitude, so that she could subsequently get in her good graces. Once she had won Marisol's loyalty, Julie intended to stab her with a knife she had fashioned out of stolen utensils from the lunch room. About five weeks into her imprisonment, Marisol approached Julie in the recreation yard. "You don't talk much, I've noticed," Marisol said to Julie. Stunned by Marisol's approach and proximity, Julie paused before responding, "What's there to say?" "What are you in for?" Marisol asked. "I shot a man in the head at point blank range," Julie said. Marisol briefly questioned Julie's reply, but only to herself. "Did he deserve it?" she asked. "No, but some girls aren't very nice," Julie continued. With that brief exchange, Marisol walked on and did not say another word to Julie for another month. It was early May when she approached Julie again in the yard. "You're pretty," Marisol said to Julie, who was sitting against the prison yard, with her hair now long and in her face. Julie was surprised by the comment. "Thanks, I guess." "No, I mean it," Marisol continued. "You're really pretty." "What do you want?" Julie questioned. "My cell mate is getting out soon and I'm going to need a new bitch," Marisol said. "I think you should move into my cell." Julie wanted to smile at the opportunity that had presented itself, but she remained restrained in her reply. "Why should I want to do that?" she asked. "Well, nobody much messes with me here. I can provide good protection. Plus, I'm pretty, too. We could make a great team in here." "I'll think about it," Julie said, ending the conversation. Three weeks later, Marisol's cell mate was released, and Julie bribed a guard to put her in Marisol's cell. Marisol was pleased when Julie arrived. "Well, well, well," she said. "What have we here? It looks like you were playing hard to get, when you wanted this the whole time," she said, while grabbing her chest. Julie remained quiet and climbed into the lower bunk, which had been vacated by Marisol's former cell mate. She unpacked her belongings while Marisol paced the cell and made wise cracks at passing guards and inmates. Few words were exchanged until the lights went out for the night. Julie was tucked in her bed, thinking about when and how she should kill Marisol, when Marisol slipped off of the top bunk and onto Julie below. Marisol lay directly on top of Julie and ran her hands up her thighs, to her stomach, and began to massage her chest. "It looks like its just you and me now, Julie - I can call you Julie, can't I now Julie?" "What are you doing? The guards are going to find you out and get us both in trouble!?" Julie protested. "Get back in your bunk." "But Julie," Marisol objected, "you have such a sexy body, and the guards don't mind. Really. They don't mind at all, since I slipped them some smokes." "What are you trying to do?" Julie said, growing aroused by Marisol's rubbing. "What do you want from me?" "I want you to take off your shirt, Julie girl, and I want you to take off your pants, too. And your bra, and your panties as well. I want to strip you down and lick your body from one end to the other - then I want you to do that to me, too. You know how long its been since I've been with a man? A long time, Julie, and my cell mate has left me, so you'll have to bring me to climax, since no one else is here to do it." Julie was becoming very aroused, and she realized that she, too, had been without sex for a very long time. In her case, the last time she had had sex, she had been a man, Julio, and his partner was a young woman in his gang, some months - if not years - back. Julie hadn't tested her new vagina, but it was signaling to her that now was the time. She heaved her breasts in the air as the passion overtook her, and Marisol slid her hands under Julie's shirt, lifting it off and placing her mouth directly on Julie's right nipple. With that, Julie was completely overtaken with passion, and she gave in to Marisol's advances. Marisol kissed Julie's nipples alternatively, then locked lips with her directly on the mouth. Julie kissed back with her mouth and tongue, and was reminded of what it was to make love to a woman, a woman who wanted to be made love to. Marisol reached and pulled down Julie's pants and panties while still kissing her, then ran her hand up between Julie's legs, stroking her vaginal lips delicately. Then she moved her kissing down Julie's neck, to her breasts and stomach, then to her pelvis and inner thighs. Suddenly, she placed her mouth on Julie's vaginal folds and plunged her tongue into Julie's pussy. Julie moaned in ecstasy at the newfound sensation of being penetrated in this way, but she had the forethought to place a pillow over her face to mute the sound of her delight. Marisol continued licking and kissing Julie's pussy for several minutes, until Julie was overcome with her first female climax. After she reached it, a large smile came over her face, and she sat up to kiss Marisol on the mouth, tasting the mixture of saliva and fluid that Marisol had worked up with her voracious licking. Then Marisol rolled onto her back and motioned for Julie to return the favor, which she started to do immediately. As she was licking Marisol's pussy, Julie paused mentally and thought about her journey to this moment. Marisol was a bad, evil woman, who had killed her friend Manuel. Julie, once Julio, had dedicated his life to revenge, and had gone to enormous lengths to do so. He had become a woman, just to break into prison to hunt down and kill Marisol. While this was also his ticket to gang life retirement, it was an incredible decision, which few would make. And now, having been fucked by Marisol in prison, Julie was ready to finish implementing her plan, and to begin preparing for the rest of her life. Slowly, and while Marisol was distracting by Julie's intense licking of the folds' of her vagina, Julie slid her hand alongside her blankets, mostly torn from the bed by their intense sex, and reached for the knife she had hidden beside the bed. She fumbled with it momentarily - her eyes locked on Marisol's clitoris - but then grasp it firmly in her hand. With a swift movement, and without breaking from her oral duties, Julie turned the knife on Marisol's chest and slashed into her deeply and firmly. Marisol flinched - and Julie stabbed again - but then their movements stopped, and Julie sat up from her position between Marisol's legs. She spat on Marisol's chest and said quietly, while looking to heaven, "Manuel, you are avenged." CHAPTER SEVEN After Julie killed Marisol, she placed the body back on its bed, with the knife, and waited for morning. When the guards called, they asked repeatedly for Marisol to stand at attention, but to no avail. They escorted Julie from the cell and entered to find Marisol non-responsive and holding the knife that had apparently dug into her chest. "What do you know about this?" one of the guards asked Julie, when she was returned to the cell. She approached the guard, put her hand on his chest, and with a coy smile said to him, "I guess she couldn't take it anymore, officer. That's not for me to know, though - I can always take it, anytime, any where." With that, the guards left Julie in her cell, where she finished out her sentence of five years, though she was released after only 3 because of prison spending cuts and on account of good behavior. CHAPTER EIGHT Newly released from prison, Julie Martinez changed her name to April May, forged identification documents, and prepared to begin her life anew. She moved to Denver, got a job at a local grocery store, and began taking community college classes, in hopes of finding a career that could make her happy and keep her out of trouble. Her future seemed bright and she stayed out of trouble, though she would occasionally write home to update Maria on her life. One Friday after class, Julie - now April - met a man in a bar where she would periodically go for a drink. His name was Tim and he was 35 and told April that he worked as a lawyer, prosecuting federal racketeering cases. This made April quickly change the subject and try to leave the bar, since she was concerned that Tim might somehow know about her past. He didn't, it turned out, but he found her very beautiful and he persisted in hitting on her for the remainder of the evening. They left without an exchange of numbers, but the encounter made April swoon in a way she had not felt before, and that evening in bed, she began to think about her sexuality. The next Friday, April returned to the same bar after class, where Tim was waiting for her again. This ritual continued for some weeks, until Tim finally asked April out. April reluctantly agreed, though she had no intention of ending up with a man. After all, she may have gone to extremes to kill Marisol, but she wasn't gay, she figured. One thing led to another and, on the third date, Tim leaned in and kissed April passionately as he stood on her doorstep at the end of the night. April was taken by his kiss and couldn't resist kissing back. They fumbled together through the doorway, into the living room, and ending up kissing passionately on April's couch. As they lie kissing, April could feel a bulge from Tim's pants, and she knew she was arousing him fiercely. As she thought about it, she wondered what she was doing; could she really make love to a man? The moment continued to over take her and she grew equally aroused, especially when Tim reached down and started rubbing her vagina, as Marisol had done the last time she had sex. After a few minutes of rubbing, April couldn't take it anymore. She pulled of her pants and pulled down Tim's to reveal the full glory of his member. Still on top of her, Tim slipped his cock into April's waiting pussy and began thrusting deeply and repeatedly. April moaned loudly and without abatement, as Tim quickly brought her to climax, but then kept going. After a second climax, Tim reached one two and began spewing loads of cum deep into April's vagina. The lover's moaned together and their bodies feel together, silent, as they rested in each other's arms. April knew at that moment that her life changes were complete. She had finally escaped the gang life that was holding her back for so many years. Now, she was a beautiful and confident woman, with an apartment, a job, and pursuing an education. And, now, she had a partner who was respectable, trustworthy, and good in bed to boot - though she never though it would be a male lawyer working for the feds in Colorado! April paused and reflected on the changes, then looked forward to the life ahead. She thought about marrying Tim, adopting babies with him, and growing old together, with her as the matron of the family. April stopped mid-thought then, drawn back to the moment by Tim getting off of her. He stood before her, erect, and said, "It looks like the little guy liked that, if you know what I mean." She did. And, smiling, she wondered what a penis would taste like in her mouth - not just any penis, but her future husband's penis. There was no use in waiting to find out, she thought. "Its time to get on with my new and much improved life." Then she looked to the sky, thought momentarily about Manuel's sacrifice, and moved to her knees on the floor, where she slipped Tim's delicious cock into her mouth for the first but certainly not last time in what was to be a long and happy life together.