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The Man Who Would be Queen Ch.14
Dexter's now dyed platinum blonde hair and his scheduled permenant wave
for next Friday at the beauty salon was causing Angela much heartache.
She was in such conflict inside. She knows the reasons he has to do
this, and she is one of the ones pressing him forward, but watching him
just sit there while they bleached his hair and and then dyed him
blonde, and he did nothing to resist. He sat quietly and let the girl
color his hair. Then they set his hair in curlers. With sis head was
full of purple and pink hair curlers, he was led to the dryers, and from
behind the curlers in his hair reminded her of how her aunt Claire
looked when she went shopping.
Sure it was what she had asked him to do, but deep down in her heart she
needed her man to fight back somehow. They were feminizing his looks
right in front of her very eyes and he was letting them. She had images
in her head of him fighting back and having his arms and legs tied
tightly to the styling chair with rope, while two women held his head
still while the perm rods were being twisted in his hair by the
hairstylist, all the time he was screaming out in protest. "I am a Man
Damn It."
They took the curlers out and teased his hair, then sparyed it into a
nice bouffant.
Angela said nothing. She just looked at his hair and turned to look the
other was as she took his arm to leave.
She knew he had to pretend, but in doing so he was not the same
masculine young man she was in love with. She realized his looks, in as
far as being feminized did matter.
When they got home Angela was teary as they went in the bedroom. She
took her jeans off and pulled down her underwear. She then asked Dexter
to turn around while she unzipped the dress he was wearing and removed
it and his bra and panties so he stood there naked. She looked him in
the eye but her eyes couldn't help but continue up to see his hair.
She took his hand and walked over to the vanity table. She put one of
foot up on the cushioned bench and then bent over with her back to him.
She put her hand between her legs and spread her pussy open with her
fingers.
"What are you doing?" Dexter asked.
"I'm not pregnant yet Dexter. Just stick your dick in when you are ready
to start," she said looking off in the corner.
"What?" he said surprised.
"Dexter, just fuck me," she said squatting a little to make her pussy
more accessible.
It was a cold statement for Dexter. Just doing the deed without the
passion was like being used. In fact he was being used right now. Used
to create a pregnancy with a young a lady that was finding it more and
more difficult to caress and cuddle with the image Dexter was now
becoming.
Angela stared at the wall with her had between her legs the entire time.
She did not turn to look at him. She kept her vagina spread with her
fingers. When he was done she pulled him out immediately and put her
panties back on. She gave him a slight smile.
"Angela, what is wrong?" he asked.
"Nothing Dexter, I'm just tired. I'm going to take a nap now," she said
walking passed him.
Her eyes teared up as she got in bed alone.
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Sarah walked into the mall and though she was there because a client was
to receive coporal punishment in the form of a paddling as payment for
her debt to society, there was a spring in Sarah's step. Sarah looked
refreshed and had a smile on her face. They shared a very passionate
kiss out by the car. Lynne felt so sorry for Sarah and her story of what
had happened to her in her life. Lynne figured Sarah probably still
desired even craved women, but they had removed his penis and testicles
and filled him full of female hormones. Lynne was surprised that it did
not bother her at all to kiss this feminine image, feeling more for the
man inside than the rather distinguished looking business woman she was
seeing with her eyes.Her confession to Lynne had lifted a great weight
and Lynne's reaction was far more positive than cshe could have been
expected.
Sarah was meeting a very well to do socialite client that had many
speeding tickets that were unpaid and used her influence to get around
them, until one of her political rivals headed up the department and
required her be held accountable.
"I am not going to stand up on one of those bird perches with my head
locked in a stocks like those petty criminals to be gawked at. I just
refuse to do it," she had told Sarah.
There was the alternative of having corporal punishment applied to pay
the debt, but Sarah knew that was a bad deal, Mrs. Thompson didn't care.
It would be privately administered and it would be done today, and this
whole thing would be done with.
Mrs. Thompson was right. It would all be done today. After she
registered she was taken back where she was handed a orange shirt and
pants with a stretch waist. All her clothes and shoes were put in a
locker. Her ankles were then shackled with a short piece of chain and
here hands cuffed in front of her.
"Please come with me ma'am," the young female guard said.
"Are you even out of high school yet?" Mrs. Thompson said to the young
looking girl as she was led down the hallway. The girl said nothing, but
Mrs Thompson noticed a hand gun holstered on her hip. It began to become
very real now.
"Have a seat right here ma'am. We will be out to get you in about five
minutes," she said. Her cuffs were then hooked to the chair.
Sarah was with her.
The door to one of the rooms opened and a large uniformed female officer
came to Mrs. Thompson and escorted her into the dimmly lit room. There
was a leather padded table with a small leather post on the floor at one
end. Mrs. Thompson saw th restraints and became very nervous.
"Please stand up next to the table please, and place your feet on each
side of the post, " the guard said securing her feet to straps on the
post. What looked like a heavy leather bra was strapped around her chest
and her arms pulled behind her back and secured wrist to elbow in the
middle of her back.
The woman started to a place a leather muzzle over her chin and mouth
and pull the strap over her head when Mrs. Thompson turned away.
"I just had my hair done. You know how much I pay to get my hair done.
You are not putting that on my head."
Without a word her face was forced into the muzzle and the straps
wrapped around her head in five different locations and pulled won tight
to her head. Puffs of dyed, curled and laquered hair pressed out between
the straps. The woman left the room and two other women came in. One was
dressed in a red business skirt and blazer with red pumps. She was the
in charge. The second was a large woman wearing a black uniform. She was
the disciplinarian.
"Mrs. Thompson you have been sentenced for traffic citations and
contempt for the enforcement of those violations. You are to receive
twenty eight whacks with a wooden paddle to be administered on your bare
buttox in four seperate sessions. There will be two hours between
session of which you will remain in custody and seated outside this room
until the next session begins. Do you understand?" she said walking over
ti the table.
The Disciplinarian pulled down Mrs. Thompsons pants with a quick single
tug leaving her naked from the waist to her knees. She was then
immediately bent over the table and a strap pulled across her back
securing her to the table.
"MMPPHH"
The disciplinarian braced herself. Sarah put her hand on her forehead to
cover eyes, and with a big swing struck Mrs. Thompson as hard as she
could. All paddles were swung full force. The size and design of the
paddle being used was chosen for intensity based on the infraction.
[SMACK!!!] The loud pop of wood on flesh. The first blow began
immediately. Mrs. Thompson's eyes squinted and she screamed an agonizing
high piyched scream into the muzzle.
[Smack] The second one landed and Mrs. Thompson was jerking against the
straps looking over shoulder screaming. Her legs fought against the post
as she felt she could take no more when the third landed, her ass cheeks
jiggling on impact the quivering in pain.
After the paddling, it took another 15 minutes for Mrs. Thompson to
regain her composure enough to leave the room. She was still stunned
from what had just happened as they placed her back in the waiting room
and cuffed her ankles to the legs of the chair.
:"Your next session will be in two hours," the guard told her,
"I can't," she wept looking to the guard. "Please help me," she said
looking to Sarah,
"I can't Mrs Thompson. I'm sorry," she said turning and walking away.
Sarah walked out of the discipline area and took out her phone to call
Clarence,
"Terrible isn't it," a man's voice said as Sarah left the mall entrance.
"It's you," Sarah says seeing the man clearly. He was the janitor from
when she was in the pillory, and the same man that had groped her breast
while leaving a card, but he was in normal street clothes.
"Let's walk," he said with a smile taking her arm.
They headed across the parking lot together
"How do you know me?" she said as they walked.
"Before we start I have a question for you. Why are you wearing these
pumps for. Your red toenails were so cute when you were on the mall that
day. I mean it is a little cool out today, but you would lake great in a
pair of sandals."
"WHAT? Are you serious? With all the matters we have to deal with and
you want to look at my toenails? You are some kind of sick freak?" she
said disgusted.
"Oh come on, nothing wrong with a man admiring a woman's appearnace now
is there? Why do you paint your toes if not for others to admire?"
"Seriously, you want to see my toenials when we have all this serious
matter going on."
"No reason we can't upgrade the view while we talk," he grinned.
"Well get over it. Do your own toes and jerk off on your own time buddy.
There are serious matters that need some serious action, " Sarah said
rolling her eyes as they walked.
She tells him of the Queens decree.
"I see," he said, and he then ask her why she thought the Queen would do
such a thing.
"I thought you were here to tell me what was going on Mr.Cloak and
Dagger."
"Just trying to see what conclusions you have come to so far. It makes
sense logiacally what you are saying.
She also tells him that Dexter is the Kings son, but the man doesn't
react to the news with any surprise.
"Interesting," he said after she told him but he didn't give back
anything new. He smiled then glances down at her shoes again.
"Stop looking at my feet you pervert," she growled in a frustrated
manner.
"I think we need to meet. All of us. You, Dexter and his mother. Bring
the sibling too. Everyone needs to know what is happening here."
He said there would be a couple of others there and she should bring
Clarence along. They needed to let the inner circle including Dexter
know that the Queen may suspect he is an heir to the thrown..
"You know Clarence?"
"Of course, everybody knows Clarence."
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The meeting Lynne recalls the story of her wedding night and how she had
sex with King. She also recalls when she found she was pregnant how she
was picked up once again and taken to a monestary where she was held in
a room for hours. The room was off a corridor a large courtyard next to
the bell tower.
Two EKG look a each other but the head guy looks at them shaking his
head just slightly for them not to say anything. That bell tower is
where special units brought people to disappear. They were hanged in the
tower and buried in the large cemetary in unmarked graves. Sarah speaks
and says she thinks she might have been held in the same place while
waiting to be released.
The Queens death is revealed that it was not as told but rather she had
been hanged and then placed back in her bed and the death declared a
burst appendix. She had been unfaithful and had sex to spite the King
because he did it regularly, but she found out that he was king and
she....was not. How did the King die. Then Jewel took the thrown.
Everyone thinks that Dexter, being male is the bastard heir to the
thrown and the Queen wants him to desire himself be a woman from birth.
This would remove him and make him next in line, so when it came out
that the Kings rumored lost son is varified he will be the lost
daughter. It is suggested that this could be made public and he take the
thrown right now. The head of the EKG suggest that Dexter go through
with the sex change and everyone get crazy as to why. Because the Queen
is ready to acknowledge him being descent from the King.
One of the EKG looks to Dexter. "Your highness," he starts with and
bows. "If this is true, then this is bigger than any one man or woman,
this is about the souverign of the people. It is calling of life.
Whether you are male or female, once on the throne your wrath may seek
out all that are doing this to you."
The discussion heats up again and Dexter stands up and astonishes
everyone.
"If it is true that I am the heir to the thrown I will do what it takes.
I don't want to be a woman, especially through such a process as being
enforced on me now, but I will have the sex change if I have to if that
path leads me to the thrown.
As they leave EKG is are talking with Sarah.
"Wow, that very selfless of Dexter. I mean he is entitled to his place,"
"And what place is that?"
"The thrown. He is the true heir, the first son of the king."
"Is he?" one of the EKG said.
"What do you mean," Sarah ask
"His DNA and Queen Jewels DNA suggest they are not related.
"What?
"I beg you to say nothing right now. Keep Dexter on the path to be Queen
at least in his head. He may end up a woman anyway regarless of our
efforts, but at least now he seems to agree with what is happening."
"He is the Kings son," Sarah said emphatically
"Are you sure? Does Mrs. Ferguson know for sure that was the King that
bedded her or was she told or was it suggested to her."
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"NO!!!" Olivia yelled out holding the pictures in her hand.
"But ma'am do you not have a prefrence?" the doctor said.
The Duke looked t the pictures himself and then handed one to the
doctor.
"This one will be fine," he said handing it to her.
"Why are you doing this to me," Olivia said cried with tears running
down her face.
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