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Just My Luck - Part Four
By
Virginia Kane
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1.
P.O.V Mel.
I couldn't believe how my luck had suddenly changed toward the better! In
the middle of my being Shanghaied by a gang of thugs for the second time
within a year, Mr. Phillip Carr, a private eye and close friend of Don
Parks came to my rescue, subdued my captors and spirited me off to a safe
haven. I'd been staying with Don Parks, who saved my life at an accident
had who at the time was making too many inquiries, which had ultimately
led to my second attempted abduction. Fortunately for me, Mr. Phil Carr
stopped Don from causing further trouble. Then, Phil caught the team of
abductors in the act of trying to capture me. He subdued the four thugs
single handedly and left them for the police to find with sufficient
evidence about their gang's human sex trafficking to make a criminal
charge on the four thugs stick.
Thankfully the location of the safe haven provided by Mr. Carr was
totally unknown to the network of sex traffickers who were intent on
collecting my sorry butt for a sick pervert who delights in having
physical control over a marked, neutered 'sissy' with an elaborately
tattooed groin decoration.
By the time Don Parks and Phil Carr came to my aid, I was so brainwashed
that I was convinced that I should accept my fate and become a plaything
for the unidentified pervert. I'd been beaten to a pulp, neutered, and my
groin was fitted with a metallic floral decoration so devious, its
eventual removal by a well-meaning plastic surgeon instantly triggered
the release of various feminizing hormones and hallucinogens that subdued
my willpower further into accepting my dubious role as a sexual
plaything. In my present state of mind, acting just like a naive female
seemed like a logical way to hide.
Don Parks had earlier taken me to see a plastic surgeon for the removal
of a scar across my nose I obtained from an auto accident along with some
other alterations to my appearance to deter the sinister sex traffickers
from finding me. I now resemble a teenage girl just entering puberty. I
ought to mention at this point that I still have my flaccid penis which
no longer functions as a penis should due to the absence of my long-gone
testicles. (See Part One)
In addition to my changes in appearance, I should mention that, without
any intent on my part, I had been forced to give blow jobs to several
horny truck drivers who discovered me while I was hiding inside of a
dumpster, alone and helpless, wearing only a sheer baby-doll nightgown
while attempting to escape from the gang of sex traffickers the first
time I'd been abducted.
Fortunately for me, one of the dozen or so truck drivers took pity on me
and gave me some cash so I could acquire a new set of male clothing to
replace the ill-fitting clothes I subsequently snitched from their locker
room at the trucking company where the horny men forced me to satisfy
their lust. After that very scary encounter, I was off and running on my
own until Don Parks, my hero and savior came to my rescue. How we first
met and why he is my hero is in itself a long story! (Part One)
His connection with Mr. Phillip Carr, private investigator is still not
entirely clear to me, but between the two of those former G.I's, I'm
fairly confident a third attempt at my abduction by a gang of paid sex
traffickers will be highly unlikely, though it's still possible. In the
meantime, I'm going to do exactly as I'd been instructed by Phil Carr and
will gladly remain at the safe haven until I'm told to do otherwise.
P.O.V. Don Parks
What luck! While snooping around, trying to find out who exactly was
after the young kid I rescued from bleeding out at an auto accident, I
came across an old Army buddy: Phil Carr. He was engaged as a private
Investigator for someone he refused to disclose to me, but claimed my
snooping around was interfering with his investigative activities. I
naturally said I'd back off until he told me I could continue, out of
professional courtesy to him. He agreed to let me know the why, when and
what for if a time to do so would come.
It didn't take Phil long. That very night, he saved the ass of the kid
who was in my care from being abducted from my place by a group of sex
traffickers. Sometimes, it's best to leave investigative work to people
who are qualified and are licensed to do it. I must admit I was in over
my head. Phil had been hired by a third party to rescue the kid from the
sex trafficking abductors and then he whisked him to a safe haven, a wise
move on his part. Then, he got in touch with me to advise me the kid in
question: Mel Evans who is more recognizable as Melissa Evans due to some
facial modifications performed by another friend of mine: a plastic
surgeon by the name of Steven Fine.
The grown up kid now looks more like a teenaged girl just entering
puberty, thanks to some slow release hormone implants that are embedded
in his butt. Who originally placed hormone implants into Mel's butt
cheeks remains a mystery to him, but it was probably the same nasty
people who had his penis decorated with an insidious, colorful metallic
pansy. When this metal pansy was removed by the plastic surgeon, it
triggered the onset of the release of feminizing hormones from implants
embedded deep inside his butt cheeks.
At the time, the plastic surgeon friend of mine felt the feminization
afforded by the slow-release implants which were confirmed by blood
analysis would be more advantageous than not, so he left the implants
continue doing their thing to Mel: slowly altering his outward appearance
to that of a young girl.
Dr. Fine explained in detail what was occurring to Mel. Mel agreed to
them under the premise that his abductors would have less of a chance to
find him if he looked more like a girl instead of an adult male. He, in
turn, welcomed the promise of an overall positive improvement to his
outward appearance when Dr. Fine offered to eradicate the scar from Mel's
nose he acquired at the auto accident. He wasn't aware his nose would
look more feminine at the time, but was very pleased with the overall
outcome at the unveiling a month or so after Dr. Fine did the rhinoplasty
(nose job). When his mammeries began to bud a few months later, he was
shocked at first then was pleasantly surprised, because of how they
respond to digital stimulation. His soft penis hadn't responded to any
stimulation whatsoever for well over a year. To put it in his words: "At
least, it's something! Something's better than nothing!"
Upon release from Dr. Fine's clinic, Mel who I refer to as "the kid"
offered to provide me with oral sex, to repay me for saving him from
bleeding out at the auto accident and for the subsequent protection I'd
provided. He'd been forced to perform fellatio a dozen times or more, so
giving me head wasn't an abhorrent task to his way of thinking as it
wasn't being imposed on him.
I wanted no part of any gay sexual contact anyone, as I'm as straight as
an arrow and I abruptly told Mel so in no uncertain terms. I shouldn't
have been so abrupt with Mel, because he took my rejection wrong: that I
considered him unworthy of my affection, which was far from the truth. I
really like the kid a lot and have a big problem hiding how I feel and
respond to him, if you know what I mean. Trouble is: no matter how sexy
he looks now, he's still a guy where it matters, and I'm not into guys.
Now, if he decided to go all the way and become a total girl for real,
then maybe, I'd feel differently about him -uh --- her. As it is, the kid
is giving me blue balls, big time! I wish he didn't cling to me so much
for support.
P.O.V.: Phil Carr
It's a good thing perverts don't know diddly about martial arts, because
the four thugs were easy to subdue, mainly because I was prepared for
them and they weren't prepared for me. They were busy concentrating on
their prey: Mel Evans, who my client had hired me to protect from harm.
Through the grapevine, I'd found out an old army buddy of mine was on a
parallel path, trying to keep the kid safe, but his meddling into my
business alerted the sex traffickers to the whereabouts of my target. My
client gave me a lame cock and bull story about why I was supposed to
cover the kid's sorry ass, but being lied to is not uncommon in my
business.
I'd have preferred it if my client was up front and honest with me, but
no matter, because one look at her son was all it took. The guy was
obviously gay and smitten with this former employee: my target: who was
on the lam when I was brought in to bring the kid to safety and find out
who was after him/her, a he who presently happens to look more like a
she.
In my business, connections mean everything, and my connections provided
me with a temporary safe house when I needed one. That's where I parked
the "kid" until I can get further instructions from my paying client: a
devoted mother of the smitten gay man who has a "heart" thing for the
target I've got hidden away where he'll be safe - for now.
It seems that Mr. Smitten Gay son doesn't have the balls to make a move
on my target. Maybe that's a good thing, because he could easily become
target number two. People without much spine can fall easy prey to
villains for profit, if they're not careful.
Guys like me make a decent living by protecting the weak from harm, if
they have the financial mean. I have it. Now, the mother of Mr. Smitten
gay son has the gumption to hire me to protect this lamb from what I
determined are some pretty nasty people. Why she did, isn't any of my
business. The paying customers retain the right to keep their reasons to
themselves, but I presume it's because the darling son doesn't have the
balls to approach Mel Evans to kindle a relationship with "the kid" on
his own. I got the impression my client isn't too keen on the sonny boy
being gay, but is keen on Mel Evans because Mel now looks more like a
girl than a guy since he got a nose job and some other very feminine
physical enhancements.
If avoidable, I never divulge the identity of a paying client to anyone.
That's a rigid rule I adhere to working in my business as a private
investigator. One never knows who works for an opponent of your
clientele. In this particular case, I sought permission from Mrs. Marge
Adams, my client, to bring Don Parks into the loop because he's mostly
responsible for the physical changes in appearance of "the kid". I wanted
Mrs. Adams to be aware of Don's part in helping "the kid" to become more
acceptable to her, as a potential playmate for her darling son Davey.
Before allowing Mrs. Adams to offer further protection to Mel, I
discussed the issue with Mel Evans and discovered that he or perhaps
"she" also had a thing for the young Mr. David Adams, son of Mrs.
Margaret Adams as far back as when she was still employed at the catalog
company that Dave was managing for his doting mother.
If the two youngsters have the hots for each other and the mama approves
of Mel, there is no reason to keep them apart, as long as our hooking the
two up wouldn't create further risk for the both of them being abducted.
They'd be no match for the likes of the gang of thugs that was chasing
Mel Evans to fulfill a pending contract for a sissified subservient male
sextoy.
As Melissa, teen debutante, he hardly fits the prerequisites of the
contract on him anymore, but Dave Adams might be a tempting target to
replace Mel. Abducting the two of them at the same time, the sex
trafficking ring could easily find a new buyer for someone who resembles
a budding feminized teenager, a definite eye catcher and thereby they
double their profit. I had to devise a plan to deter the thugs from
pursuing either of the two targets in my care. That won't be easy. Sex
traffickers are not likely to give up easily on the investment of time
and effort that they've already expended.
There wasn't any doubt in my mind. The four thugs I caught and left for
the police weren't working on their own. The entire ring of sex
traffickers would have to be dissuaded from pursuing the two targets in
question or either one of them, somehow, some way. Question is -- how big
is the trafficking ring? Do they have associates in other countries? If
so, we'd need big guns - The FBI and Interpol to be involved. A ring that
large could be a sweet collar!
I discreetly contacted the local FBI office without disclosing the
identity of my client or the identity of the two individuals at risk. I
merely advised them I was responsible for the apprehension of four thugs
by local authorities and why I'd left them where they were found. They
had already been contacted by the local authorities and were
investigating potential ties the four might have had to a larger ring of
sex traffickers.
Even with my license as a private investigator, following staid
department policies they declined divulging any information to me. In
fact, they told me I'd be interfering with their ongoing investigation
and told me they would contact me if they needed anything further. Thank
you and goodbye! The damned bureaucrats! They wouldn't tell me if what I
did was of any value to them! However, they did caution me to not have
any further contact with my old Army chum" Don Parks, as they were
investigating his recent suspicious activity. I put two and two together
and deduced that the FBI was already using Don as their "carrot" because
they didn't know where I'd taken the real target of the sex traffickers:
Mel Evans. I had Mel, now Melissa safely tucked away in a safe house.
Well, I figured it would be best to let Don take the heat of being in the
line of fire for the time being, because, so far, neither the good guys
nor bad guys had me in their sights as an operative, which gave me the
degree of freedom I wanted to do what I felt I ought to do --- next.
I carefully got in touch with my client: Mrs. Margaret Adams to advise
her that I had Melissa Evans in my custody at a safe house. I also
advised her I'd been in contact with the FBI, but I didn't disclose her
identity to them as my client. As far as the FBI was concerned, I was
working in conjunction with a Donald Parks, who was the primary
connection to Mel Evans, a supposed teen sexual predator who was
previously caught by an irate father attempting to sexually subdue the
man's teenaged daughter. (Read Part One)
Mrs. Adams said she wanted me to arrange a meeting with Melissa Evans to
find out if she might be interested in returning to work, even as a
woman, so her darling son could have an opportunity to address his
personal feelings for Mel or for Melissa, even in light of his/her new
identity.
I agreed, but when I went to discuss the possibility with Mel Evans,
he/she was more interested in getting in touch with Don Parks. I tried to
explain to her that Don was presently in the gun sights of the FBI as a
potential link to the gang of sex traffickers, but she adamantly insisted
on seeing Don before she'd agree to meet anyone else. I had no choice but
to contact Don to get his viewpoint.
P.O.V.: Don Parks.
I knew I had a tail. Hell, the guy was obvious as could be. I figured he
was a new agent at the FBI and didn't know how to remain unseen. Then
again, he might have wanted me to know I had a tail. The guys working on
other shifts weren't as obvious, but once I discovered I was being tailed
by someone, it didn't take much to identify who they were one-by-one.
They were keeping tabs on me twenty-four seven. I decided to lay low.
I picked up a cheap drop phone at a local drug store and gave Phil Carr a
call so he'd be able to get in touch with me at a moment's notice. Wise
move. He was trying to get in touch with me but opted out of using normal
channels to avoid detection. He told me Mel Evans wasn't willing to
cooperate with his plans unless he/she got to discuss them with me,
first. We both knew it was only a matter of time before the call could be
traced, so we kept it short and he gave me a meeting place in a private
slang we two developed years ago, so only I would know where to find him.
I quickly told him I'd have to lose a tail first and then hung up. I
ditched the phone and got another.
Phil and I stood back-to-back on the crowded Douglas Park 'L' while we
discussed how to arrange a private meeting between David Adams and Mel
Evans. We agreed there was no reason for any cloak and dagger nonsense.
No one was aware of how Mel looked and there was no direct link between
David Adams and either of the two of us at present, but the Feds
eventually would trace Mel to Doc Fine's clinic, and be able to identify
him as Melissa.
Providing Mel an alternate source of protection and income would relieve
me of my immediate involvement, not that I was anxious to cut her loose,
but she needed to have someone with more than a casual interest in her.
If David had the hots for Mel, he'd be the ideal alternative. Even if the
two of them didn't 'connect', she'd have a job there and she'd be able to
support herself once again and not be totally dependent on others. True,
I had some issues with Mel's budding beauty, but I still didn't have any
inclinations to take up an intimate relationship with another male.
Besides, she's too young for me! Phil laughed at my lame claim and said
that he knew me much better than I knew myself. We didn't have the time
to argue the point and went our separate ways, agreeing to have Mel seek
reemployment anew, as a new hire just as if she'd never worked there
before.
P.O.V.: Mel Evans.
I heard from Don. It was a quick call. He explained why he couldn't be
seen with me for a while. He then told me to apply for a new job at the
company where I last worked in my male identity. I was to apply as a
female, but the owners would know who I am, would keep my male identity a
secret and to not worry. Hah! Now worry? Not likely!
When I got there, Dave Adams took me to his private office and told me he
knows who I am and thinks my new identity is fantastic. Then he told me
how terribly worried he was when I didn't show up for work one day well
over a month ago and he couldn't reach me at home ever since. He added
that he later learned about what happened on my way home from work: the
auto accident, causing my stay for a month at the clinic and so on. From
the moment I arrived, he held both my hands in his and he stuttered
continually. It was so cute to see how upset he was about why I'd
disappeared.
I felt an odd sensation deep within my groin from his peering deeply into
my eyes and how his gentle hands continued to hold both of mine. In spite
of how timid he was acting, he still looked damned cute; at least he did
to me. He was so good looking to me I decided I'd like to get to know him
a little better. His concern over my being abducted again was more than
just being worried about another person's welfare. Leastwise, it seemed
much more from the way he was blushing and how nervous he was. If he only
knew the half of what had transpired since I'd left work last, he might
not be so eager to welcome me back!
Just then, a mature, good looking woman joined us who he introduced as
his mother. She looked too young to really be his mother, more like a big
sister.
She nonchalantly told him he'd better kiss me to let me know how he felt
about me and tell me of his intentions for our becoming a loving couple.
For a few seconds, I was surprised until she turned to me and said:
"David is deeply in love with you Mel, but he's very shy, so you'll have
to encourage him or the two of you will never get to second base. I'm not
in favor of men becoming involved in a physical relationship, but since
you look like you no can longer pose any threat of embarrassment to me,
I'll make an exception in your case, and set aside my reservations. Kiss
her, David!" He did!
"I'd watched the two of you hem and haw over each other before you had an
'accident' resulting in your change in appearance. It's obvious to
everyone here in the plant that Dave is deeply infatuated with you. That
accident was fortuitous in so far as how you look now. No one outside the
family need know of your true gender, Melissa. In fact, I insist that you
keep that hidden from anyone here at the plant. That is: if you want
David's affection.
I'll gladly consent to your alternate lifestyle relationship if you
both'll agree to one condition I have: You must be willing to provide me
with at least one grandchild for me to spoil as their doting grandmother,
preferably two, real direct descendants of my son. I don't give a damn
how you do it! Just do it! If you have to swap out your precious family
jewels for a uterus to carry a fetus, Melissa, then do it!"
David put both his arms around me and kissed me. It felt right to me for
him to show his affection for me. I wanted him to kiss me again, so I
kissed him back to let him know I was pleased! I'd go so far as to do
just as she'd asked and become a real woman if it would enable me to
become the mother of his child or children. I looked up into his eyes and
he looked down into mine. "Is it possible? I wish there was some way,
Dave. Don't you?"
"I'm in love with you, Mel! I'll do whatever you want me to do. I can't
get over how cute you look now, and I'm ever so glad my mom approves of
you as her potential daughter-in-law. I so hope you intend to stay as
pretty as you presently are, -- that is, -- I mean, not forever.-- That
would be asking for too much, but what I mean is---"
"I know exactly what you mean, and --- I want you to know that I think
I'm falling for you, David. I'll be more than willing to be whatever you
want and do whatever it will take to be pleasing to you."
"All you have to do to make me the happiest man on earth is to continue
to be yourself; however way you feel is right. I, in turn, will move
heaven and earth to please you, no matter what it takes to have you agree
to become my one and only. I feel that strongly about it!"
His heartwarming comment caused my previously idle penis to twitch inside
my panties. "I never thought I'd see the day I'd be attracted to another
guy Dave, but something about you is turning me on, and that hasn't
happened in a long time! I'm glad you approve of my feminine appearance,
but I have to admit to you: I'm still a male where it counts, but I'm
non-functional. I'll get a complete sex change if it will please you
more. You do know I'm presently unable to perform sexually as a normal
male, don't you?
"I was a normal hetero guy until the father of a girl I was dating caught
us in a compromising position a few years back. He became enraged, seeing
my girlfriend: his daughter about to provide me oral sex. He beat me
severely and then kicked me in the groin several time, so hard that my
testicles were crushed beyond saving and had to be removed. My folks
subsequently had him arrested for criminal assault and battery, but in
the end, he retaliated by selling me off to a gang of ruthless
kidnappers."
"I didn't know the whole story, but I want you to know that I wouldn't
want you to change entirely, not unless you're sure you want to!" He
whispered into my ear. "You won't ever have to do anything you don't
want, including what my mom thinks. I doubt if what my mom wants is
medically possible."
"I don't know a lot about what is or isn't medically possible, but what I
do know is that a certain Dr. Steven Fine did a marvelous job disguising
me so the kidnappers who want to turn me into a male sex slave will be
dissuaded from trying to recapture me. It seems professional sex
traffickers can lure real girls into the slave trade more easily than
neutered males like me. I must be a rare commodity for them to be so
persistent. Maybe I won't remain the prized target I was now that I look
more like a girl than a weak willed guy."
"I think you look absolutely marvelous Mel, just as you are, plus, it
appears your good looks appeal to my mom, as well. She apparently likes
you or she wouldn't have hired a professional investigator to track you
down and rescue you. I think I love you, Mel. If you'll consent to
becoming my spouse, she may eventually give in and finally accept my
sexual preference. I may not be the world's ideal man, but I promise to
love and honor you forever and ever.
Stay tuned for Part Five, the final element!
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