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The Man Who Would Be Queen
Chapter Ten
"What?"
It had been a very busy morning for Dexter and his mother. They had to
visit several buildings and listen to several demoralizing
explanations as to what the procedures would be in transitioning him
into a girl. The worst part was having to pretend he was actually
interested in doing this. The people he met were very nice and very
understanding, that is if you were really a man wanting to be a woman.
"Baby, why don't you take all your clothes off and get in bed and take
a little nap. You've had a stressful morning," Angela said when they
were finally back in his bedroom. She wanted him out of his feminine
attire as soon as possible.
"I think I will," he said in a low almost depressed voice.
Dexter undressed removing all the feminine attire he had been wearing.
Angela had pulled back the sheets for him and he slid in. She then
undressed and slid in next to him and immediately put her hand between
his legs. She rubbed him gently. He looked at her.
"Shhhhh, just close your eyes and relax baby. Take a little nap," she
said as she continued her manipulations.
His penis began to swell and become erect. He squirmed around on the
sheets as the feelings became stronger. Angela positioned herself down
near his waist. She noticed one of his feet was now uncovered and his
red toenails were exposed. She gently flipped the sheet back over his
foot, then she put his penis in her mouth and began giving him a very
soothing and relaxing oral massage.
Twenty minutes passed and Angela continued at a very methodical pace.
She was relaxing Dexter and it was working. She then tightened her
grip and steadied herself before beginning to vigorously slide her
lips up and down his hard shaft. The relaxing oral massage was now a
blowjob. It wasn't long before Dexter tensed up, bowed his back and
released his days tensions along with his semen into Angela's mouth.
"Go to sleep now," she said softly.
Angela lay on her back next to him propped up on a pillow. She was
looking at a book as if reading but her mind was wondering again.
"Did I just do that for Dexter because I love him and wanted to do
ease his pain, or am I just feeling sorry for him with all this talk
of him becoming a girl soon?"
Angela wasn't sure, but she felt it was somehow a mixture of the two.
"What if they do this to him? Turn Dexter into a woman," she thought.
"Would I officially be labeled some kind of lesbian? I'm not a
lesbian." The idea that the public and her family may see her as a
lesbian caused her even more discomfort. She was not attracted to
other women, nor was she attracted to men that dressed as women she
was finding out.
She couldn't imagine a man being forced to have his penis and
testicles removed. Much less having a vagina then constructed in their
place. "He has done nothing wrong. It's not his fault this is
happening to him," she kept chiding herself over and over.
She looked across the room and there hanging on the closet door was
the dress that Dexter would be wearing this afternoon when he was
introduced to his brother and sister dressed as a girl for the first
time. Angela turned her eyes away and rubbed her temples with her
fingers. She suddenly had a bad headache at the thought of him wearing
the dress and high heels this evening.
She teared up and looked at the ceiling.
"It's not fair," she said as she sobbed softly at the guilt she now
felt over her conflicting feelings. "It's not him wanting to wear the
dress and look like a woman, so why do I feel like this?" she scolded
herself again. "It's not my fault either that I feel this way."
Dexter slept quietly beside her totally unaware of the inner emotional
struggle she was having about him and his looming femininity.
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Sarah was down at the mall. It seems an opening had suddenly become
available in the public pillories and she could get some of her time
in this afternoon.
It was unusual to have someone placed in the devices for the
afternoon, but Sarah needed to get this out of the way.
She went into the office to register and was given a orange jumpsuit
to change into. After she had changed her hands were secured behind
her back and two men led her out to the mall's main corridor and to
the middle that was filled with planters, advertising, seasonal
displays and yes, a small platform with a pillory about five feet
above the floor which placed her feet at about eye level of the
observer as she was forced to stand above everyone on display, paying
a public pennence for her violations.
Sarah had seen many of her clients walk up these steps and she had
always been supportive and tried to help them with the emotional
responses caused due to the embarrassment they felt while standing in
public locked in these things. She now was feeling those same
heartbreaking emotions.
Once she was up on the platform Sarah noticed that people were
stopping what they were doing and began watching the process. The
pillory was open and she stood in front of it. Her ankles were then
strapped to a small post at her ankles so she could not move her feet,
and she was then bent over slightly so her neck was now positioned in
the neck hole of the pillory. The men slid the top board down securing
Sarah's head in the device. It was then securely locked.
As Sarah stood bent over slightly with her head secured, her hands
were then released and each one of her hands placed wide on each side
and the rest of the pillory was closed locking her hands out to each
side of her head. Sarah glanced up to see the mixed reactions of those
passing by and those that just stood staring. Her head was was gently
lifted and the chin strap added and secured so she could not turn her
face away and she was well displayed for public viewing.
"You got it all locked down?" one of the security men asked the other.
"Yeah, I think that's it for this one," he said looking at Sarah.
"Anything you'd like to say before we leave?"
"No," Sarah said staring with a heated glare.
The men left the platform and pulled the steps away leaving Sarah now
standing alone in the center of the mall midway. The sign for her
transgression read "Violation Code #122.23 Sec.#733 Articles: 37.5 and
38.5" Sarah had seen the sign when she was being processed and found
it odd that it was worded in such a way. Using the code numbers of the
violation.
The public observers who read the sign looked puzzled. The signs
usually spelled out the offense where people could read what it was
the person had done. These were the reference codes and would be
difficult to find even if someone researched them.
Sarah had been standing there about ten minutes when she noticed
someone inside the secure area gated area. It was the area around the
pillories that was off limits to the general public. She could see out
of the very corner of her eye that it was just an older man with the
mall custodian staff cleaning the floors.
"I see you are the only one on the perches today," the man said in a
too friendly tone looking at all the other empty stands down the
length of the mall.
Sarah ignored him. He was and older man and spoke with a rather deep
voice. Probably talked to the unfortunates that had to stand in these
pillories all the time when he was supposed to be working.
He approached a little closer, sweeping the area around the stand. He
took a closer look at the sign on her pillory.
"Sarah Greer huh," he said looking at the name on the sign. "Nice
toenails. You women really like those bright colors on your toes don't
you," he said pushing the broom under the stand.
"My god, would you mind going somewhere else to get your jollies? Damn
pervert," she huffed.
"Pervert? Me? Hey I'm not the one that painted your toeails red lady.
You apparently find some kind of satisfaction in doing it or they
wouldn't be so boldly on display for everyone to see. Me, I'm just
noticing and pointing it out is all."
"Fine. Are you done yet?" she scowled at him.
"Hmmm......looks like you pissed off the Queen." The man seemed amused
and chuckled to himself as he read the sign.
"Why don't you just do your job and leave me alone."
The man backed off to the side slightly out of her vision and
continued to sweep the floor.
He then shook his head and huffed, "I can see the violation of royal
protocol, but mocking of the Queen, now that takes some real balls,"
he said with a smirk.
"I didn't mock the Queen," Sarah hissed at him.
"Article 37.5 is a protocol violation and 38.5 is for mocking the
Queen. At least that is what it means in a simple man's terms."
Sarah tried to look over to the man, but the chin strap kept her head
in place. How does he know what those articles mean? She would have
thought him just guessing if that was not in fact really close to what
it was she had done. How does a janitor find out that kind of
information?
"Who are you?" Sarah said trying to keep her voice calm.
"I am the custodian. I am in charge of looking after things around
here."
"How does a mall custodian know what those articles mean?"
The man's voice now changed to a serious tone but he continued to
sweep the floor. "I said I was a custodian, I never said I worked for
the mall."
"What does that mean?" she asked totally confused at the sudden
serious sound in his voice.
"I am here to look after you Ms. Greer. I needed to talk with you, at
least for a moment.
"I am not available for free legal advice just because you find it
convenient to have me locked in this............"
"Quiet Ms. Greer," he interrupted her, "I can't keep slipping clues in
your bra now can I," he said. "It is not a good method of
communication and some may consider it sexual assault."
"That was you? What is going on here? What do you know about this
Ferguson case?" she insisted.
"More than you need to know right now that's for sure, but you will be
filled in soon."
"Listen, I can have audience with the Queen upon request anytime I
want. I am not to be trifled with."
"Do you think it was just a coincidence that you of all people were
directed to the Ferguson case to begin with? Hmmm? We caused that to
happen Ms. Greer. Mrs. Ferguson had never heard of you before. Do you
find it odd to be standing here at this time of day, the only person
on the pillories. We arranged that too. We needed to contact you." He
kept working around her as he spoke.
"Why?" she said feeling angry at the man's sudden arrogance. "Who is
the we that is doing this?"
"The we? We are what's left of the EKG. We know many things Ms. Greer.
Secrets of the realm. Things that you will need to know about Dexter
and his situation going forward. Many men and women have paid a price
protecting this boy and others over the years. We have chosen you for
a reason to represent Dexter."
"Why all this weird cloak and dagger like some kind of dark spy novel?
Why don't you just meet me at my office and we can discuss what you
have?"
"What we have? What we have dear lady is so big that we are being
monitored and even sought by the Queen's people. We know many things
about Dexter, things the Queen doesn't know but is trying to figure
out and it is now time for you to play a part," he said stepping in
front of her and looking her straight in the eye for the first time.
"You see Ms. Greer, I know who you really are. We will be in contact
again soon."
"Wait," Sarah called out as the man now walked away. She had yelled so
loud that people in the mall had turned to see what the hapless woman
in the pillory might want from a custodian.
Sarah stood there the rest of the afternoon not noticing any of the
gawkers or feeling any humiliation. Her mind was too preoccupied.
"How does he know who I am?"
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