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Just my Luck Part Two
By
Virginia Kane
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1.
Short recap of Part One:
Mel Evans (who our hero: Don had met quite by chance on his way home
from the office one day) as a pedestrian on the same street corner as
Don waiting for the traffic light to change. Mel was injured by flying
metal from one of two autos involved in a collision. Don was standing
right next to Mel when it occurred. (Read Part one of Just my Luck to
learn why Mel grabbed for his groin and not his deeply cut nose,
bleeding nose when the accident happened; also, learn what Don
discovered subsequently when he checked out why the blood stain on Mel's
pant leg was spreading so fast.)
Being a retired army medic, and a sucker for reacting like a hero when
it came to quickly needed action, Don came to Mel's aid. Later, after
getting to know Mel better, he took him to see an old army chum: Dr.
Steven Fine who had resumed his graduate studies after serving along
with Don as a medic in the military. He subsequently became a plastic
surgeon. Don asked Dr. Fine to help Mel eliminate an embarrassing very
personal problem Mel had and for possible corrective surgery to Mel's
nose which had a nasty jagged scar across it from the auto accident. Mel
spent the next two months in recovery from his facial surgeries and a
few other procedures.
Don's P.O.V.
Mel slowly recuperated from the redefinition of his proboscis, that is:
his badly scarred nose. Dr. Steve had also removed Mel's groin
medallion, just prior to performing the requested plastic surgery on his
nose. During Doctor Fine's initial attempt to remove the decorative
device, he noticed it was hiding a tattoo of a purple flower with green
leaves surrounding it. The head of his penis stood out in the center, so
it resembled the stamen at the center of a wild flower in bloom.
Once the barbed wire and thread was set down into a tray for disposal,
the good doctor noticed the thread and came to a decisive conclusion
that he had triggered some sort of mechanism, as his nervous patient
insisted something bad would surely happen if the doctor removed the
fine wires that held his decorative shield covering his groin. Then Mel
cried out with sudden double yelps of pain and claimed some "bug' had
bitten him on his butt.
Moving the ultrasound's wand to the patient's posterior to investigate
the cause of the sudden pain, he discovered two medicinal implants. He
realized he'd done enough already to suggest further intrusion may cause
Mel further damage or dismay, so he recorded the ultrasound findings and
took blood samples for analysis. He repeated sample taking every few
hours to confirm his suspicions: the implants were providing Mel with
feminizing hormones and a mild hallucinogen to reduce his resistance to
suggestion.
Upon my return to Dr. Fine's office, I found Mel was delirious, but the
good doctor seemed somewhat unconcerned. Doctor Fine regretfully
explained to me how his removing just the closest and easiest one of the
wires securing the decorative disc to Mel's groin inadvertently
triggered a release of drugs from implants imbedded in Mel's buttocks.
He further explained that he had taken samples of Mel's blood for
analysis. The analysis revealed the samples contained a feminizing
hormone and a mild hypnotic, probably intended to suppress Mel's will to
increase his susceptibility to suggestion.
With Mel seemingly in a drug induced stupor, together we decided
removing the medallion completely wouldn't injure Mel any further. After
it had been removed, since Mel was semi-conscious, we asked him
questions about his second abduction and what he knew about how his
groin was "decorated" with a tattoo, and then had the metal medallion
placed over it. Mel related the entire gory story of how it all happened
to him over a period of time.
Once Dr. Fine and I felt we were up to date concerning the circumstances
of Mel's unusual dilemma, Dr. Fine alerted me that Mel was coming out of
his induced hallucinogenic state. "You can open your eyes, now Mel. We
know you've been awake for some time, now. Gradual changes in your
respiratory functions indicate you're coming out of your stupor."
Dr. Fine then got Mel's signed authorization to eliminate the nasty
looking scar on his nose and feminize his features slightly. The
procedures were then done in several steps over the course of a month.
The healing process took about another month, by which time Mel was
chafing at the bit to be released from the clinic out of fear that he'd
be tracked down at the clinic by his abductors and Shanghaied once
again.
Meanwhile, I was busy seeking out the perpetrators behind Mel's second
abduction. I had heard through the grapevine about a group of foreign
exploiters operating in the area, seeking young, fear-driven youths of
both genders to be duped into becoming supposedly willing sex slaves.
They paid out substantial sums to procurers of easily subjugated
potential sex slaves.
Unfortunately, at that point, I was still unable to pinpoint the
perpetrators' identity or the location of their operation from the scant
information I'd learned from Mel's story and from other informative
sources. I wasn't even able to find out how the abductors identified Mel
as a potential target. I did learn one thing: Mel would still be in
danger of being abducted once again, unless I was willing to hide him
and protect him. Mel would have to avoid any connection at all to his
past until he was no longer in any danger.
When Dr. Fine finally removed the last of the bandages covering Mel's
face, he was recovering well from the removal of his nose scar and other
facial modifications. Besides his surgical modifications, all of his
lower facial hair was eliminated with laser treatments and electrolysis.
Mel's P.O.V.
Don told his friend: Dr. Fine that he wanted to be around when the
doctor was going to remove my bandages. Dr. Fine cautioned me that he
wasn't able to perform any miracles, so I shouldn't expect to look
pretty. The two finks were only playing a sick trick on me, because I
almost went into shock the first time I saw my reflection in a mirror;
not from dismay, but from pure joy, as I was a delight to look at, in my
opinion, in spite of some dark bruises to my eyes... I don't know what
came over me, but what I did next wasn't expected by either the Dr. or
Don. I wrapped my arms around the Dr. Fine's neck and kissed him right
on the lips. I was about to kiss Don, as well, but he quickly back
pedaled just enough to avoid my advance.
"Okay, kid! So you look gorgeous! Don't go overboard with it! You're
still a guy. Remember? You're daily doses of feminizing hormones must be
going to your head for you to want to go around kissing other men, but
it's still not my cup of tea, so keep your distance! Your change in
appearance is necessary for your protection, because you're still not
out of the woods.
Your abductors may track you down through me, and I have to assume they
will eventually, so you have to look completely different than before.
You certainly do look a lot different now! We'll have to dress you
accordingly. "
I resisted kissing Don, as he requested, but certain parts of my anatomy
were still tingling from joy because of turning out looking so pretty.
The fact that Don wasn't too upset with my outburst of affection gave me
the impression he might not have reacted so abruptly had we been alone
at the time.
After all, Dr. Fine was an old army buddy, and Don had to maintain a
sense of decorum in his buddy's presence. Didn't he? He was always
projecting an Alpha male persona for everyone, so I took his rejection
in stride, hoping to wear him down over time. He was a mature man women
swoon at the sight of, and he was still a confirmed bachelor, so why
wasn't he falling for girls that had attracted his attention? There had
to be an underlying reason!
Don's P.O.V.
Geesh! The kid tried to kiss me, right in front of my friend Dr. Steven
Fine. It embarrassed me to no end! I had to admit: he looked a lot
different since the last time I saw his face, now with his nose much
smaller and the scar on it removed completely. Dr. Fine must have done
other stuff to Mel while he had him under the knife because Mel's cheeks
looked slimmer and his very feminine looking lips looked plumper and
more inviting than before. I'd had almost let him kiss me until I
realized that Dr. Steve would surely give me a dose of razz berries for
my allowing it to happen. I knew I was going to give him a razzing, once
Mel wasn't around to hear. Then again, maybe plastic surgeons like my
buddy don't mind being kissed by the guys they feminize.
Mel had a look of pure joy on his face when he saw his new face in a
mirror. He became overexcited, kissing Dr. Steve right on the lips, but
settled down before he could get to me. I had already clued him in on my
plans to have him stay at my place until he was no longer in danger. I
told him, "Through some savvy contacts, I'd learned that a ring of sex
traffickers operate in and around the city, capturing young people, and
duping then into becoming sex objects using fear of physical harm and
some nasty mind bending drugs."
Mel's new look would help conceal his identity, but all surgical
procedures performed must be dictated and then transcribed, then made
available, due to insurance regulations. It'd only be a matter of time
before any interested party could find out Mel's features had changed to
protect his identity.
They wouldn't know what Mel looked like now, but they knew he'd look
much different, femininely different. One thing for sure: Mel needed to
have his unruly and unkempt hair restyled. My guess was that he wouldn't
have the slightest idea what would need to be done with now his longish
hair to make it look more presentable. I had dated a few beauticians in
my time, so I could probably steer him to a few who don't ask a lot of
questions. I had to think fast. I didn't want Mel to inadvertently let
the cat out of the bag about not being a woman by appearing publicly
dressed as a man, but I had to take him to a hair dresser for a complete
makeover right away..
"Mel, would you do us a favor and say a few words to us with a voice you
think would sound like a woman's? Doc Fine did a great job on your face.
I hate to think it will be all for naught if your vocal reange still
sounds low like a man's when you speak."
Mel responded with the rich contralto voice of a singer. "Sure honey.
What would you want me to say? I've been practicing, you can tell. Doc
gave me some feminine elocution videos to pass away the time while I
recuperated. It's not easy to speak this way, but the Doc tells me he'd
have to operate on my vocal chords if I can't raise the pitch of my
voice naturally. I'd hate to think I'd never be able to speak in the
voice I've grown fond of during my life so far, if he had to elevate my
voice's pitch surgically. My new husky sounding voice is somewhat sexy.
Don't you agree, Don?"
I couldn't believe it! The sound of Mel's voice was sexy! If I didn't
know from whom the voice was coming, I'd have put the make on the
person, any babe with a sexy sounding voice like his. "Now, don't overdo
it, Mel. I was hoping to hear the voice of the girl next door, not one
of a brazen hussy."
He changed his stance slightly. "How's this sound to you, sir. I need my
hair done in pigtails for you to get the full effect, and I don't really
like to sound like a bit of a tease, but I'll speak whatever way you'd
like if you promise to like me in exchange for doing it." She then
blushed and looked away shyly, trying to portray the picture of
innocence.
Doc Fine spoke up. "She looks a lot younger as a girl than she did as a
male. Wouldn't you say, Don?"
"If I didn't know any better, she could pass for my long-lost daughter
an old flame dropped off in my lap to keep an eye on. Say, that's not a
bad idea."
"Oh yeah? Well, listen here pal. I don't want to play being your
immature teenage daughter! I'm not a teen anymore, and don't want to act
like one."
"Why not? It would be a perfect cover story!"
"Except for one thing, those abductors you mentioned probably only want
young stuff, not mature, savvy women. I'm over twenty now. It'd be
easier for me to portray a mature young woman. Besides, I'd like to try
living in that role for a while, to see how I like it. Who knows? If I
enjoy being the mature young woman enough, I might decide to get my
useless plumbing rearranged to make the transition more ---appropriate."
Doc spoke up. "Regardless of how you look outwardly, your DNA would
still be that of a male. You can't change your DNA --- leastwise, not
yet!"
"I'll settle for a sexy looking body, one that matches the new face you
gave me. If it pleases Don, I'll even settle for looking like the girl
next door."
I spoke up. "What will please me most is for you to look more like a
fifties housewife, not too sexy, and not too much of a frump. I just
don't want my neighbors to think my house guest is a slut, that's all.
If you look too hot, you'll have too many men lusting for you. That's
the last thing we need!"
Mel said, "Are you sure it's because you don't want the competition?"
"Get serious," said I. "I just don't like being teased, by someone who
I feel I'm doing a favor; one who enjoys posing as a damned prick
tease!"
Mel gave me a real dirty look. "That was a very rotten thing to say,
Don."
She was right, and I regretted saying that to her the moment it escaped
my lips. "Look Mel, I'm sorry I said it, okay. You have to admit, it's
not easy for me to deal with how you look now and still keep in mind
that you're a male. I wouldn't mind so much if you weren't --- so damned
gorgeous."
"You can thank your army buddy for how I look now, Don. It was due to
his skill with a scalpel, not anything I did. I have to admit: I like
the way his work turned out. Too bad you can't appreciate his efforts,
as well as I do. I think I look pretty good, thanks to him!"
3.
Being gentlemen, we left the room to allow Mel to change into street
clothes for her initial public debut. When she emerged from her room, I
had to gasp at how well she looked in a summer dress. Mel somehow
managed to fill out her first training bra much better than I'd
expected. I also noticed she'd lost some weight. It gave her a great
looking waistline making it more difficult for me to visualize her as a
man anymore. No matter what else we did from this point on, she'll be
turning men's heads wherever we go.
We thanked Dr. Fine one more time and assured him we'd see him weekly
for routine follow ups. On the way out to my car I quietly asked Mel:
"Must you swivel your hips so much? You're attracting too much
attention!"
"I can't help it, Don. I'm not used to walking in heels with one foot
directly in front of the other. I'm actually trying to tone down the hip
swing!"
"Well, it's a good thing we don't have far to walk to get to my car."
The more I thought about it, the less enthusiastic I felt about putting
Mel up at my place. He - she was going to be a major distraction to
endure. Also, it might be more difficult to do any snooping on her
behalf. My inquiries may attract interest from parties I wouldn't want
to trace her down through me. I decided that I need to have an
intermediary involved. While driving home, I considered the police, as
they'd surely be most interested in making a collar on a group of sex
traffickers. Then, I thought they might not give a fiddler's damn about
Mel during their pursuit of the offenders. They may even want to use her
as bait, making inquiries on my part more difficult. No, -- going to the
police for their help in finding Mel's abductors wasn't the best
approach.
Once we got to my place, and we got Mel situated, I told her I was going
out to do some investigative snooping on her behalf which was almost the
truth. I drove back to Doc Fine's office to speak with him.
"Hey Steve, do you recall the name of that crack sniper who was attached
to our unit for a while?"
"Are you referring to one who preferred to use a fancy German made 8mm
rifle with a special night scope he wouldn't let anyone see?"
"Yeah, that's the guy. If I recall right, he settled down here In Chi-
town after he finished his army stint. Didn't he?"
"Yeah, that's Phil Carr. He's in town, and he's a P.I. now. I ran in to
him a few times professionally, but don't bother asking any questions
about that."
"Unless it violates client privilege, I'd like his office's address and
phone number in case I may want to use his investigative skills
professionally."
"He's slippery, if you recall. He works on a referral basis only, and
doesn't have an office or a published phone number, but I know how you
can get in touch with him. I'd like to help you any way I can, Don, but
if you don't mind, I'd like to clear you're touching base with Phil
before you try to get a hold of him. He's a bit touchy about who he'll
work with or for."
"Alright, let me know how he feels about working for me."
"I don't think that will be a problem. Your reputation speaks well of
you."
"Thanks, Steve."
"It's the truth! Where are you headed now?"
"I don't know for sure. I have a lot to think over and I need to relax.
Mel has me up a tree so much, I can't think clearly with her wagging her
fanny in my direction at every turn. I'd like to stop for a beer or two
maybe at one of my favorite haunts on the way back to my digs to think.
Why do you ask?"
"I don't know. I'm sort of run down, myself. Maybe I should join you for
a brew or two after my day is done here. Let me know where I can join
you."
I told Steve the name and address of my favorite lounge and said that
I'd be heading straight there. He said he had a few things to wrap up
and agreed to meet me there in a little while. I knew Steve is a good
listener, easy to talk to and he willingly offers an opinion or some
advice, usually proper and fitting. Furthermore, he doesn't resent me if
I don't heed his advice or disagree with his opinions, so I'd welcome
his perspective. First, I wanted to spend some time all by myself to
think, to relax and plan my next moves carefully, so his joining me
later, after I had an idea what to do next would suit me fine.
I barely spent two minutes contemplating and sipping on my first beer
when Phillip Carr arrived at my favorite haunt, unexpectedly. "Hi, Don.
It's been some time since I've seen you last. Mind if I join you?"
All I said was, "Steve?"
He didn't answer, because he didn't have to. If it wasn't Steve that
prompted him to seek me out Phil would have said so. "I hear that you've
been nosing around a lot, asking all sorts of questions."
In reply, I said: "Not enough to learn anything worthwhile."
"No, but far too much not to draw attention to yourself. We're both
seeking information from the same sources, Don. I didn't care about your
snooping around because it detracts from my making inquiries to some
extent. Unlike you, I happen to have a paying client who'd like to see
that sex trafficking group you're trying to track down locked up for at
least five to twenty."
"That's funny. I was wondering if maybe I should be hiring you, a pro
with a decent rep, to do my inquiring for me, instead of my meddling
into business that's beyond my cumbersome limitations."
"I know, but don't ask me, how I know. I just know. That brings me to
why I'm here. I can't serve two clients on the same issue. Ethically, I
can't even divulge the identity of my client to you, but I'll tell you
this much. Lay off! You're in over your head. Go home to protect your
transgendered friend and try to not interfere. Keep your new girlfriend
under wraps for a while so I'll have a free hand to do what I have to do
without my tripping over you at every turn, and in return, I'll do what
I can to resolve your problem without your help, Don. You have a deep
inner to save others in trouble. "
"Well, thanks for seeing me, and I'd like to oblige you, Phil, but this
kid is way out on a limb. He's been through hell, already. I can't just
sit by and let the people who are after him to get him. I don't even
know who they are!"
"That's my point, Don. You'll best serve your ward's interests by
keeping a close watch over him. The culprits I'm after aren't aware of
where you have Mel hidden right now, but if you keep snooping, you're
bound to alert them to his whereabouts. Let me do the leg work. No one
will be able to find Don through me, because I don't know where he is,
and I don't want to know."
"Hmm, but you already know his name, I see. You might be right about one
thing, Phil. I might unintentionally expose Mel to more danger by my
doing any further researching. You're better equipped to do the
clandestine work, anyway. Okay, since you suggested it, I'll back off
for, oh, a month or so, unless I hear from you to the contrary. After
that, I'll ---."
"Fair enough, you'll hear from me before the month is out. Okay? You'll
have to excuse me for a minute, but I have to use the men's room."
Fifteen minutes went by before I realized Phil wasn't using the men's
room. By then, I had to use it, myself. When I got back to the table,
the proprietor of the lounge and restaurant asked me to follow him into
the kitchen. "Your old friend asked me to request that you stay to have
dinner tonight--on him. I thought if odd, so I asked him why. He said
that he'd lost a bet and owed you dinner, then suddenly vanished. What
have you been up to lately, Don? Are you in any trouble of some sort?
You've been asking different people I know some odd questions. Hey, it's
none of my business, but--- if there's anything I can do to help you
out, please let me know. "
"Thanks, Tony, that's very kind of you. I'm not in any trouble. I just
have an irresistible urge to ask too many questions for my own good
sometimes. Say, can I have that dinner to go? I could easily devour one
of your large pizzas tonight or save any leftovers I can't finish
tonight for lunch tomorrow."
"Sure, it's a good pie, but it'll get cold on your way home. I'll have
the cook bake it in the big oven three fourths of the way. When you get
home, preheat your oven; then bake it for ten more minutes until the
crust is crisp again."
"I'll do that, and thanks, again." I didn't want him to know I'd be
sharing the pizza with Mel. I finished my second beer and had one more,
taking my time drinking it until my pizza to go was ready to take home
When I got back to my apartment with the pizza in hand, I called out to
Mel to tell her I was back with food I hand, only to learn that she
wasn't there.
She was gone!
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