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Political Suicide
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The thought of what had I done to myself had kept circulating in my head
for the last year. I, Ken Tyler, had been the most successful
conservative politician on the circuit, and had even been offered an
invitation to run for the presidency for my party. Now looking down at
myself, I only embody a transgendered liberal pushing for extreme social
change. I no longer resemble the once cocky and powerful conservative
that I once was, instead standing as a submissive social rights activist
for the LGTB organization.
In a matter of moments, the American public will once again see in my
full glory give a speech on social rights. Only this time the speech
will involve my "true " feelings that I have hide from the American
public for so long.
I never used to feel nervous in these speeches that I dress to the
public. For the first time in my life, I am shaking all over the place,
and the makeup artist has to constantly keep swatting me on the butt to
stay still. The artwork she is currently applying to my face screams
femininity. My lips are painted a bright pink and are flossy enough to
reflect all the lighting from the cameras so as to look absolutely
perfect. To match my lips, my eyes have been outlined extremely heavy,
so as to make me look trashy yet refined at the same time. Tie that with
the expertly applied Mascara adding volumes on volumes to my eyes, and
the pink eye shadow flaring my eye lids there is no hiding what I have
become. My hair is bleached blonde and curled to frame my face
perfectly, and is just long enough to draw attention to my newest assets,
my C cup breasts.
My outfit had been a hot debate item for the LGTB group as it would be
the center piece for the address. One side of the group had wished that
the outfit should remain somewhat conservative, in order to establish
credibility. The other half wanted to push toward the revenge and
humiliation of the once powerful conservative, and ultimately won the
debate. I now stood there in a tight leather mini skirt that barley went
past the top of my fishnet stockings. Whenever I was to bend over while
giving the address, the public would catch a fine view of the too tight
thong that I wore underneath. Bending over would also prove to be
problematic as I was now laced into a tight corset top that showed it's
fair share cleavage and accented how overly feminine I had become. Both
the skirt and top were chosen to be red, as the ultimate humiliation of
being tied to my past political party. The top came down to just above
my hip leaving a visible tramp stamp tattoo that spelled out sissy in
elegant cursive. Around my neck I wore a tight black leather collar that
would signify my role of a submissive sissy while I gave the speech.
Finally to top the whole outfit off, I had been "advised" to wear a pair
six inch stilettos that would show off just how good my figure looked.
Karen had just finished applying gate last bit of my makeup when I heard
the applause start to come from the audience. I was being led to the
side of the stage when I heard the announcement of my former name being
called from the podium. I knew refusing to go out would only cause more
trouble than good, so i took a deep breath and minced out to the flashing
lights of the American public.
Chapter One: Savior From the Sissies
I was born in a southern town in Georgia to a father who was a lawyer and
a stay at home mother who was his "trophy wife." All I had every known
was how the south had better morales than the rest of the world because
they did everything the right way and with conviction. Daddy had made a
name for himself as a conservative lawyer who fought tooth and nail to
keep the town the same way. Growing up I saw how perfect everything was
and decided that I would go to college and follow in the family footsteps
as well.
After high school, I was accepted to the University of Georgia just like
everyone else from our high school. Breezing through my undergraduate
studies I graduated top of my class and set my sights to the legal
degree. Throughout my tenure in school, I had become the poster child
for everything conservative, following in daddies footsteps. I was made
the head of the death clubs and was cited to be destined for a career in
politics. I was a hit with all the ladies as they all wanted to be tied
to the next president or senator. This only fueled my confidence which
lead to more and more drive for the political sphere.
Once I graduated fro the University of Georgia I was given the
opportunity of a lifetime, an internship working in the Republican party.
Many of the politicians I worked with took hard stances against the LGTB
community and successfully blocked a good deal of laws for gay marriage
and liberties that the community pushed for.
The first chance I was able to go off on my own, I took to slamming the
community harder than any of my fellow politicians. I took to calling
the group a cult of sissies and became a major hit for the conservatives.
Every rally I went to there would be at least ten people with signs
saying something about the 'cult of sissies' or 'Ken for President.'
The conservative party took to me faster than I could have imagined. All
of the major talk shows wanted to interview me and my soundbites flooded
the internet. To the fellow conservatives, I had been know as the savior
from the sissies. Every one wanted to meet me or shake my hand, and it
only fueled my arrogance.
Finally I set about on a circuit through the 'sissy territory' to address
my stance of how the LGTB was nothing more than a plague to America.
Every one of my speeches were packed with people from all around the
country to hear what I had to say. It was then that I announced my
candidacy for the president of the United States.
After one of my speeches that I gave to a record audience, I decided to
go out to a local bar to celebrate my new found success. Being from a
small southern town, I was unaware of what and how to pick the right bar
in a huge city, and unknowably walked into a gay bar that was completely
empty. The bartender recognized me instantly. the drinks started
pouring and I was told there would be no charge for the 'savior of the
sissies' to drink there. Slowly, over the course of the night, more and
more people started to show up to drink with the 'savior,' and I become
the highlight of the night. The last thing I remembered was the sixth
beer being passed my way before I blacked out.
The next morning I awoke to a news reporter talking about the success of
my speech the day before. My mind was pounding from the night before and
all I wanted to do was shut it off. Reaching for the remote, I noticed
that my hand were chained to the corners of a bed post. Unable to
comprehend my situation I started to thrash about and found out that my
feet were chained as well.
After exhausting myself for what seemed like eternity, the door on the
other side of the room opened and two men walked in wearing lab coats.
"It appears our little friend is finally awake," said the first man.
"Get me the hell out here," I screamed.
"Such foul language from the future president there," said the second one
"We might have to do something about that."
"Don't you know who I am," I yelled "I can have you both arrested and
sent to prison for life."
"Oh we know who you are, and what you are capable of," the first one
said.
The second man turned toward the door and said, "Bill you can come in
now."
The door opened and another man walked into the room. I recognized him
instal as the bartender who over served me last night. He walked into
the room holding an bag of some strange fluid and a large syringe.
He walked right up to the side of the bed and took a seat next to me.
"You asshole, I'll have you...." I started to yell. He interrupted me with
a hard slap across the mouth. I felt as though he knocked one of my
teeth loose in the process.
"Someone really needs to teach you some manners," he went on to say. "I
recognized you the second you walked into my bar last night. The savior
from the sissies right? How can you save the people from the sissies if
you cant even save yourself?"
"Listen, whatever you want I can make it happen. Please, just don't kill
me," I whimpered, finally realized the position I was in.
"Listen to him whimper fellas. This cant be the same man that wants to
be president can it? He sounds like the sissy there," laughed Bill. "If
we wanted to kill you, we would not have gone through all of the trouble
in drugging you and tying you up in this room. We have a much better
plan for you, one that will make use of your talents as a politician. We
plan on turning you from the 'savior from the sissies' into the 'savior
OF the sissies."
Before I was able to say anything, he stuck the needle into my arm and I
blacked out once again.
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