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CHAPTER 3 - The Plan is Exposed
Each day at home, Ellen continued to refine her plan. She would bounce
her plan off her Navy Seal Special Op boyfriend. Together they went
over every contingency. As George's one-year anniversary of
incarceration neared, his physical and mental health continued to
deteriorate. The urgency to break him out became critical. She had
made it a point to develop a relationship with the U.S. border guards
and took notes on who worked when. In Mexico, she kept a notebook on
which prison guards were conscientious, which ones flirted with the
ladies, and which ones just went through the motions.
She had noticed that the guards checking the wives in for the day were
seldom the same as the ones at night. Thus, an individual woman was
just another number on their board. Unless they stood out for some
reason. As the time for George's escape neared, Ellen thought about
smuggling some basic makeup supplies into the prison and George could
hide them in the end of his mattress with his vitamins. She discarded
that thought when George mentioned that his cell had recently been
searched, even if it was a cursory one. He had just enough advance
notice to hide his pills down his shorts.
It wasn't a critical issue. She found that when she brought cosmetics
in her purse during her visits they were never questioned. She decided
to wait to carry them with her the day of the escape. After all, a
woman always wants to look her best, coming and going. Getting an extra
set of clothes into jail was an issue she was still working on.
She had the train schedules memorized and noted the almost total lack of
security at the station. She was convinced that, once they were out of
the jail, it would be smooth sailing all the way home. If everything
worked as planned, they would be home in their bed before anyone even
knew George was missing. The simple thought of having George home in
their marital bed brought a smile to her face.
As part of her planning, no small detail was overlooked. She paid a lot
of attention to the other visiting wives. How they dressed, their
makeup or lack of, what jewelry they used, even the typical hair styles
for their Saturday visits. She shopped locally for similar items, so
Heather would fade into the background on D-Day. She realized Heather's
makeup would, out of necessity, be heavier than the local peasant girls.
But that couldn't be helped if he was to pass successfully.
Again, the transvestite web sites were an excellent source of
information on transforming a man's face into a close facsimile of a
women. Things such as contouring to make a nose appear smaller were
enlightening. During her time on YouTube she came across men that were
astonishing. They not only looked passable but some were down right
gorgeous. This experience reminded her of English class and a
Shakespearian quote that always stood out to her. 'There are more
things in heaven and earth, Horatio. Than are dreamt of in your
philosophy.'
During her next visit, Ellen looked at her husband objectively. His
body had lost his masculine muscle mass and generally softened all over
to a more effeminate stature. His face was an entirely different issue.
At first glance, his face was too angular to look like anything but a
homely woman. Ellen realized that might not be a bad thing. She would
have to work on her makeup skills to turn George into a believable
woman. He didn't have to look pretty. In fact, if he came out
attractive it might bring unwanted scrutiny. She realized that his legs
and derri?re were his best feminine characteristics. She would have to
find a way to emphasize those assets to distract attention away from his
face. He would need a little help with his hair and up top to pass
convincingly.
A wig was the obvious answer for his hair. His lack of a feminine
curves is what really concerned her. In her research, she had seen
where crossdressers sometimes created faux breasts by filling balloons
with water. She mulled over that idea before discarding it. If
searched there was no logical reason, she could devise to explain why
she would be carrying balloons. Then the brilliant idea occurred to
her. Having condoms in her purse would go unnoticed. They were similar
to balloons - sort of. In the sense they could be filled with water.
During her next Saturday visit, after a quick romp in the hay. She
picked up her discarded underwear off the floor and had Heather put on
her bra. While he was struggling with that she went to the sink and
filled the rubbers with water. She jammed them into the bra cups, spent
some time trying to adjust them properly. She stood back to observe and
told him to walk for her. Heather gave his best feminine promenade and
Ellen evaluated their effectiveness. Sadly, they proved to be a poor
substitute for the real thing, the bra cups were lumpy and uneven.
Their movement was less than convincing too. On the spot, she
determined the only logical solution were silicon breast forms.
Luckily, she had the funds to get the best ones out there. She would go
first class and purchase the most realistic forms she could get her
hands on. The forms would stretch his bra into a realistic shape.
According to the manufacturer's brochure, they would move with his body
like the genuine article. The challenge will be getting them into his
cell. A problem she would work on.
Two weeks later after a session of frenzied sex, which had become solely
oral, Ellen realized that her husband's cock had not gotten hard enough
for penetration in weeks. She wondered why, having no other information
she eventually attributed it to stress.
Watching her naked husband recovering, she got the impression that other
than suffering from erectile dysfunction his body had undergone some
other changes, lying next to him she couldn't put her finger on what
seemed different. His stamina had drastically improved and he was in
better overall physical shape, even on the food the prison fed him.
Ellen spent some time and energy pondering about her husband's changing
physique. "George, stand up over by the door for a minute, with your
hands by your sides please," Ellen requested.
Ellen scrutinized George closely for the changes she suspected. Ellen
had him stand facing her then turn slowly to display his profile. She
examined his body from head to toe and could see that his contour had
changed over the last few months. The body before her almost was
unrecognizable from the one she slept with those long months ago. His
hair was now long enough to reach his shoulders. It was longer than she
had ever seen on him. Obviously, he had lost weight. His abs were
trim, there wasn't an ounce of fat to be found anywhere on his stomach.
Her eyes drifted to the swell of his hips, and past the soft curves of
his ass to his toned legs. As disturbing as that was, what concerned
her the most was the George appeared to have gained fat in his upper
torso. The muscles in his arms are smaller; but what was of greater
concern to her they appeared to have lost definition as well, which only
emphasized the excess flab on his chest.
"George have you really looked at yourself in silhouette?"
"Why no, my mirror is too tall for me. Standing in front of it all I
can see is from my chin up. Which is good enough to shave and comb my
hair. I have never seen my profile, why is there something wrong?"
A disturbing thought occurred to her. She might be the one responsible
for his mutation. Even a cursory glance revealed that her man was
sprouting prepubescent breasts. She pulled the vitamin bottle she had
brought along out of her purse. A detailed examination of the
ingredients told her what she suspected. Her heart raced as she did a
quick Google search on her phone. The results terrified her. Now she
had to break the news to her husband.
"Honey, come over here and sit down," she said, holding a hand out to
him. Once he was seated, she turned to him and looked him in the eye.
"Have you been feeling okay?"
"Yes, I'm fine dear," he replied. "The food hasn't been outstanding,
but it isn't garbage, just repetitious. I'm just glad for the vitamins
because I am sure they are giving me the supplements that are missing
from my diet. Some of the other prisoners have gotten sick because they
are not eating properly."
"Sick how?" she asked.
"From what I hear from the guards, they are nauseous, have to pee all
the time and a general feeling of fatigue. Does that mean anything to
you?"
Ellen smiled and thought it couldn't be that - not in a men's prison.
She picked up her phone and did a couple of additional searches. The
results were not encouraging.
She returned her attention to her husband.
Ellen nodded. "George, I have to tell you something. You may not like
what I have to say." She paused to marshal her thoughts. "You remember
that I had to bring you the vitamins in a bottle that said that they
were women's vitamins?"
At his nod, she continued. "Well, those vitamins are intended solely
for women. I wanted the strongest I could get. They are prescription
strength. I have been getting them from my doctor."
When her voice trailed off, he prodded her to continue. "So, what?
Vitamins are vitamins. They have been helping me."
"You don't understand George," Ellen said, pain in her voice.
Seeing that he still didn't get it, she spelled it out for him. "There
are natural hormone supplements in them, they are made solely for women.
I didn't notice till just now. They are intended for women going
through the change of life. The doses are so low I am surprised they
have had such a drastic effect on your body. All I can think of that it
is because you have not been getting the minimal nutrition in your food
that your body needs. The vitamins have been filling your body's
requirements."
Ellen sadly confessed she had just done did some research concerning his
condition. She discovered an interesting article and told George the
bad news. "There are a few key factors that cause what I think you
have, gynecomastia. It is nothing serious, only a rubbery mass of fat
underneath your nipple area. It is commonly called man boobs and is the
result of a hormonal imbalance. Normally as a result of high estrogen
levels, low testosterone, combined with a low metabolism."
She took a deep breath and went on, "These are like the wheels in a
system that turns each other. Excess estrogen signals the body to
develop breast tissue, retain more fat in the chest, lower testosterone
production as well as reduce metabolism which is how the body burns fat.
Pectoral fat act as a secondary gland in the production of estrogen by
secreting the enzyme aromatase that converts testosterone to estrogen.
This in turn increases estrogen levels and this forms a negative
feedback loop."
"So dear, I am speculating the low levels of estrogen in your vitamins
were like a snow ball rolling downhill. It just picked up speed."
Now George began to grasp his wife's point. The realization as it
crossed his face said it all. "You mean?"
Ellen nodded and said, "I'm afraid so. We will need a doctor's
confirmation; but I suspect the flab on your chest is not fat but the
beginning of breast tissue. Haven't you noticed that they are more
sensitive?"
"My nipples have been itching and my chest is a little tender. I didn't
think anything of it."
Ellen trying to reassure her spooked husband said, "In any case it is
nothing to worry about. The article says about 3 million men a year in
the U.S. have the condition. Usually it resolves on its own with a
proper diet and exercise."
George with a depressed expression on his face thought about what this
all meant. Not only was he stuck in a stockade, but his manhood wasn't
responding like it should and he was slowly developing womanly
appendages. The other inmates would beat him to death when they found
out. That was the best that he could hope for.
Seeing the horrified look on her husband's face, Ellen grabbed him into
a tight hug. "Things are going to be okay!" She said into his ear.
"Think of the positive side. This will just help with your disguise and
then we can fix things when we get home again. From what I remember
from my biology classes. As long as it has been less than six months,
once you stop hormones your body will revert back to its manly shape on
its own."
Her words helped to settle him down and his terrified breathing slowed
down. Until he calculated he had been taking the vitamins for way over
three months.
Then to make him feel better, she made her announcement, "Honey, I have
found the perfect date for your escape. Thanks to the Christian church,
it is like a gift from heaven. While I was checking my calendar, I
realized that next weekend is Easter, which is one of the biggest
holidays in this country. The Saturday before would be the perfect time
to go. Talking to the guards, I heard that with Sunday being a holiday,
the inmates wouldn't have their rollcall until they mustered for the
noon meal. That would give us almost a full day's head start."
Ellen thought, 'My Heather is not exactly femininity personified, but
his presentation is good enough for what needs to be done. This is
going to work; nothing can go wrong; she was almost positive.'
She rationalized that he didn't need to be passible 100% of the time.
He simply had to be good enough to get out of the prison, get aboard the
train, ride it to Tijuana, and get across the border.
As she was leaving, she gave George his final instructions. "Saturday
morning, I want you to wash all over as best you can by using the sink.
Do not shave, I will take care of that when I get here. Don't plan on
taking any personal items. They will all be left behind."
She headed home on the evening train. During the week, she contacted a
lawyer and left him a sealed envelope with instructions for her business
and a contingency retainer if things went bad. Then she went shopping.
She had a ball, shopping for her girlfriend. First, she got all the
cosmetics in George's shades to best complete his conversion into a
believable Heather. She already had the Mexican dress Heather would
wear to get out the front gate. Then she selected the perfect
fashionable garments for the two of them to travel in. The plan was
that, once on the train, they would dump the Mexican dresses and travel
home in appropriate Yankee outfits. The last thing she wanted was for
the two of them to show up at the border looking like Mexican refugees.
George's sister, Beth, had been read into the entire plan. She had
gotten into this James Bond stuff and suggested they devise a
confidential way to communicate, just in case. They had gone to the
library and created a new email account under a name that only they
knew. It would be used only in dire emergencies. Either could leave
messages and their identities would be untraceable. Beth promised she
would do anything she could to help Ellen get her brother home.
Early Saturday morning, Ellen packed everything they would need in a
small overnight bag. She drove to George's sister's house and left her
car there with Beth for safe keeping. Beth then drove her to the
trolley station that would take her to the border and then she would
catch the local train south.
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