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[Author's Note: Please make sure to read Empyrian Prologue 1-4 before reading these chapters] CHAPTER 5 The guards eventually came and got him. They made him get up and gave him an outfit to wear that one might expect to find in a military prison. Cotton top, and matching cotton pants with an elastic waistband all in a muted khaki brown. They led him out of the ward and down hall after hall to a small room where he spent several hours chained to a table and interrogated. He was equally as helpful there as he had been with Alina earlier. After a long while, they took Wahl to his "cell" and locked him in. The cell was more of a room and was way too big for what was in it, as though furnishings had been removed to make it more spartan. All that was left was a queen poster bed and a vanity with matching stool. Otherwise the room was empty, devoid of any personality or charm. There was a small bathroom opposite the bed, next to the vanity and another door that he found was locked. He assumed it was a closet for the bedroom since there was also a bathroom, all of which led Wahl to believe that this was not a holding cell, at least not by design. He hoped that meant he could break out more easily. He had been in the room for about an hour, trying to figure out a plan when the door to the room suddenly flung open. Another attractive woman walked in, wearing clothes similar in color to the security team's outfits but more stylish. She had on a fitted jacket and silk tie over a silk button down shirt. Her pencil skirt came down to her knees and her shoes had two-inch heels but more rounded and sensible. Her hair was shoulder length and straight and she wore almost no makeup. Wahl surmised this was the uniform of a more senior leader in the ranks. Behind her was a man about six feet tall. Hands bound and being escorted by two guards on either side of him. The guards were attractive, but less so, and all business, hair pulled back in a ponytail, body suits and steel toed riding boots. "Major Wahl, this is your new bunkmate, Dr. Capstone. You two will be sharing this cell." She waved her hand around as if to show off the place. Wahl looked at her then at Capstone. He was wearing the same outfit Wahl had on, brownish khaki short-sleeved top and pants. "There is only one bed. Where is he supposed to sleep?" asked Wahl. The officer affixed her gaze to Wahl. "I'm sure you two will figure it out. I'm told your kind like to spoon with men," she said, a bit of a wicked smile on her lips. "Spoon with men..." he started to say and then it hit him. Capstone was gay, which was probably why he was still in "guy" form. "Ah," he said. "Un-cuff Dr. Capstone please ladies," said the officer. "I'm sure he'll need his hands free around the Major." She smirked giving a sidelong look at Wahl. The guards unbound him and pushed him passed their ranking officer. "Enjoy yourself boys," said the officer and the three of them left, locking the door behind them. There was a long pause as the two prisoners listened to the guards head down the hallway. Finally, Dr. Capstone broke the silence. "I'm William," he offered. "Nice to meet you Major. Not too many of us around this place. I guess they can't figure out what to do with us, huh?" said William. "Nice to meet you, William, I'm Andreas. And what do you mean by 'what to do with us'?" Wahl asked. "Oh, just that once they figured I wasn't going to have sex with them they sort of didn't know what to do. I've been sitting in another room for a couple days just sitting there. They came in a couple more time to try to, well..." He paused. "Well, hell, to basically try to rape me, but I couldn't perform for them. Just never been into women. All the thinking about sex has made me pretty horny though, but I couldn't even take care of myself because they had my hands cuffed behind my back." "So they tried to get you to orgasm?" Wahl asked. "Yea, what the fuck is that about?" William replied. "Beats me, I had a similar experience," Wahl explained. "You don't strike me as gay," William said giving him the once over. "What stopped you?" Wahl was certain their captors would be listening and knew that his very existence relied on him keeping the charade up. "I'm gay as a three-dollar bill, Will!" he said with a big smile. Wahl walked over to him and put his arm on William's shoulder lovingly. Caressing his shoulder in a show of affection. "I'll take care of you. You must be pretty scared; how did you get here?" Wahl asked. If they were going to give him someone to talk to, then he was going to get as much information as he could. Wahl had years of Intelligence training to rely on and he intended to use all of it. William thanked him and gave him a smile. Yes he was scared, frankly, and just couldn't understand what was going on. He proceeded to tell Wahl how he was taken from his lab in eastern Elsmerian town of Borto. He studied genetics and had recently published some interesting findings. He said a woman came in to meet him late one day in the lab to discuss genetic modifiers. Most everyone had already gone home. He turned around at one point and felt a sting in his neck and woke up here. He wasn't sure how long he had been out but as this is Virago, it must have been a couple of days. He and Wahl sat on the edge of the bed for a couple of hours talking. He could tell William was tired but Wahl wanted to know as much about his work as possible. It seemed most of it revolved around altering genetic code to strengthen an organism. William used an example of drought or pest resistant crops. Wahl couldn't figure out a specific reason for Virago to take William other than the work he did was secret. He couldn't ask William any specific questions about his work either as he was certain the room was bugged. At a natural pause in the conversation, William put his hand on Wahl's leg. "I like you Andreas. You're easy to talk to." "Thank you, William. I like you too," Wahl said, sensing where this might be headed and not too sure how to steer the conversation. "So, I guess we get to share the bed," William said turning behind him and looking at the sprawling bed behind them. "Maybe we should get to know each other before we spoon? That is what that lady said right?" William said with a sort of chuckle. The look on his face suggested he was only half joking. He gave Wahl a sort of sheepish grin. "Perhaps..." Wahl replied, looking around. He hadn't found the cameras yet, but he knew they were there. He had known since William came in that this would end up being his test. He didn't know what he would do if he had to pretend to be a gay lover, but he had the makings of a thought - a desperate thought. Wahl had been contemplating something ever since William had mentioned it. Why had they handcuffed his hands behind his back? Wahl's operating theory was because they didn't want him to transform himself by his own hand. Locking his hands behind his back meant he couldn't touch himself, therefore they must have needed him for something. Maybe they needed him to be the one to confirm Wahl's sexuality? Did the Virago want William to transform Wahl? Why else would you put two "gay" prisoners together? This had to be their plan. But if having an orgasm was the trigger for the transformation, it must be the same for anyone right? Whichever of them ejaculated first would be the first to transform. Perhaps that would be Wahl's way out. The downside of his theory was that if he were correct, he would be effectively giving them the scientist. Undoubtedly, once your body changed, so did your allegiances. Why else would they have let Stevens walk out of the recovery ward so easily? They had kidnapped Dr. Capstone for a reason; surely letting him morph into a one of them would be effectively giving them whatever intelligence he had. But, in his calculus, Wahl had considerably more sensitive information, about Elsmere for example, than Dr. Capstone did. He knew about their armed forces, about their preparedness to fight Virago. He knew what Elsmere knew about the Viragonians and all of their counter intelligence assets and plans. And with that math done in his head, it was clear to him that he, Wahl, was an order of magnitude more important than Capstone. "You're playing coy with me?" William asked, pulling his hand off Wahl's leg. "Wha... what do you mean?" Wahl responded, snapping out of his thoughts "You said 'perhaps'..." And then I lost you. You're playing a little hard to get? It's just, most men wouldn't sit and listen to me blabber for a couple hours if they weren't interested," William continued. Camera or no, the Virago would know if one of them was no longer male eventually. "Oh...sorry, no, it's just I got lost in a thought for a second. Bad timing, I'm sorry." In that moment Wahl decided the best defense is a good offence. He had trained in Intelligence and he understood the game he was playing. This was just part of the job he told himself. Sometime it was good and rewarding, sometimes... well, not so much. Best to get it over with. Taking a page out of Alina's book, Wahl put his left hand on William's right thigh. "What would you like to know about me?" There was a short pause, as William seemed to contemplate what to say. Then as if making up his mind he replied in almost a whisper "Everything," his desire now clearly evident. "Ah. I see." Wahl put a big smile on his face for affect. "First things first, don't you think?" Wahl said, and he moved his hand to the waistband of Capstone's pants. There was no fly and no drawstring to untie, standard prisoner clothing rules applied, don't give them something with which to hang themselves. So, Wahl had to go over the top of the pants and down inside. As he did, he looked at William, as if to say 'help me out?' William obliged by semi standing and pulling his pants down to his knees. Wahl wanted desperately to stand up and walk out of there but knew there was nowhere to go. This encounter, in one form or another, was unavoidable. It was why Dr. Capstone was put into the room with him. Wahl clicked into professional mode. This was a mission like any other he told himself. "Kill or be killed," he thought. Wahl's left hand reached over and took William's growing penis into his palm. They were still sitting side by side so Wahl turned slightly to his left to get better leverage and began stroking William's cock. This was probably not how most gay couple would actually do this, but Wahl's hope was he was not going to have to be more, well, demonstrative, in bringing William to climax. William, for his part, seemed just fine and was immediately engrossed in the moment, eyes closed, leaning back on his elbows to allow Wahl space to work. He had his head back, mouth slightly open. The Viragonians wanted a show, they'll get a show Wahl thought. Wahl worked his arm back and forth for some time but became aware that his arm wouldn't be able to keep performing this motion for too much longer. He was starting to think about "plan B" when William started softly moaning. "Mmm....oh...oh, yes...that's right Andreas...finish...oh... finish me off...!!" William moaned out. Wahl could feel a twitch in William's cock and felt his whole pelvic region start to tighten. He was about to ejaculate. Wahl had always been a bit of neat freak. Maybe it was his personality, maybe it was his military training, but he just really couldn't handle making a mess if he could avoid it. Without much thought, Wahl thrust his right hand over in front of William's pulsing cock and, aiming the man's penis, caught the ejaculate in his palm as is spewed forth. William was in ecstasy, breathing hard, pumping and thrusting as he released his seed, toes curled on the floor in front of him. It only took a few seconds for William to finish and then several things started to take place. Wahl had prepared for what he assumed would happen and wanted to make sure he had a good vantage point to watch the transformation. He let go of William's member with his left hand and with his cupped right hand now out at arm's length holding the last vestiges of William's manhood, he stood up and stepped back. He was now in front of William watching. William lay back and rested there for a moment, arms at his side. He seemed to be basking in the post ejaculate glow. In the next moment, just like with Stevens, William's hair seemed to pour out from his head, lighter now in color, and reaching down to his shoulders. In unison his facial features all softened, and his facial hair retreated back into his face. His jawline softened and his neck seemed to thin out. Though obscured by his shirt William's shoulders seemed to deflate. Under the bottom of his shirt, now exposed, Wahl could see William's waist seemingly deflate as well, the mass moving to his hips which seemed to widen proportionately. Under William's shirt, his chest seemed to inflate, breasts obviously pushing his khaki shirt out. The most striking metamorphosis was William's penis retreating up into his pelvis and the folds of his new sex taking shape. In a flash, his penis and scrotum were gone, replaced by folds of his new labia. Wahl was intent to study the transformation but before William's transmogrification was complete, Wahl had his own intense sensation wash over him. At first, he had a panicked thought that he too would be changed but instead a sort of rush of energy washed over and through him. It was very disorienting at first, like something was entering into him through his chest, legs and arms. Even his face tingled. That feeling passed and then a sensation of energy and joy welled up in him. There was a rushing sound in his ears and somehow, there came to be twinkling lights all around him like a thousand fireflies had all come out of nowhere. He smelled flowers and beautiful scents, which made his mouth taste slightly of mint. All his senses seemed to be alive all at once. Wahl staggered back a step feeling like he might lose his balance. The wave of energy, or whatever it was, soon seemed to start receding and he was able to come back to the present. Capstone was now lying flat on the bed arms over her head half moaning, half humming. She seemed to be stretching as though she had just come out of a cocoon. She slowly, luxuriously sat up, hand behind her holding her in a seated position just as William had before the transformation. "Mmmm...That was fabulous Andreas. Thank you," she said in a sultry tone, bringing her left hand around, fingers causally stroking her new sex. Her new voice was all woman. Wahl shook his head a bit to get his bearing. William slid herself off the bed and on to her new feet. The pants which had still been at her knees now fell to the ground. William deftly stepped out of the pants pile on the floor and took several steps positioning herself right in front of Wahl. "That was amazing," William said softly reaching her right hand up and over Wahl's left shoulder, her hand and fingers sliding into Wahl's short hair. Wahl stood there not moving, hand still outstretched, cupping William's ejaculate. William reached her left hand under Wahl's right arm and pulled him into her, simultaneously pulling his head to her face. She kissed him deeply. Their bodies now mashed together, her ample breasts flattening on Wahl's chest. Wahl did not return the kiss, still somewhat stunned. "What's the matter honey, don't you like me anymore?" William said, pulling her head back and staring into his eyes. "It's your turn," she said bringing her left hand down to Wahl's crotch. "Why don't you let me, uh...return the favor." She bit her lower lip just slightly and gave him a pleading look. "I'll take care of you now." "Why does everyone use that phrase?" he wondered. Wahl pulled back and took several steps backward, his cupped hand and arm still outstretched. "Hold on there, partner," he said, trying to take back control of the situation. "I have a little something I need to deal with here," he said, nodding at his right hand. "Oh! Gosh. Sorry about that Andreas...I just couldn't help myself," she said, closing the distance between them again. "The way you touched me felt so good." She paused. "Just thinking about It makes me want to do things to you," she cooed at him. She tried to pull him in for another kiss, but Wahl broke away again. "I'll be right back," he said, walking to the bathroom. He turned the faucet on with his left hand and let the water wash as much of William off of his hand as he could. The hot water helped and then he took the soap and washed his hands as he never had before, making sure to count to 20. He composed himself and gazed into the mirror. He took a long look contemplating what to do next but then realizing that something was different with him also. His several day's growth of beard was back down to a five o'clock shadow and his hair was no longer at military specs. His skin seemed better too, less rough. He looked down at his arms and hands. Nothing too much different but again the skin seemed softer, like years of being in the sun had been somehow erased. He looked back at his face. He brought his hands up and leaned into the mirror. What else had changed? His attention was broken by William calling out to him. "You alright in there?" William called out. "Come on out we have visitors. And they brought me presents!! Oooh...!" Wahl took one last look in the mirror and reminded himself where he was. Enemy territory. Get your shit together Major, he told his reflection. He turned and walked into the bedroom. Alina was back with three other women. Two were clearly guards by their outfits but better looking than any guard should be he thought. The other was dressed more similarly to Alina, midi length dress in cream, heels, nice black hair. She was clearly of Asian descent and was lithe and thin. She and Alina both had jackets that matched their dresses, and both now had pearl necklaces on, giving them a dressy business look appropriate for an office. The other woman had a pink dress draped over one arm, a pair of matching pink panties and bra in her hand and a pair of pink kitten heel pumps in the other hand held in her fingers. "Ah, there he is. I see you two have become...friendly, since we last left you. Excellent Major. Fine work," Alina said. She turned to William. "William dear...oh, well, we can't call you "William" anymore can we? How about Brita? Do you like that name?" she said looking at the creature formerly known as William. "Hmm. Yes. I think I do like that name. Brita. Brita. Yes, I like that name very much, thank you," the woman now Brita exclaimed. "Perfect. Hanna, will you help Brita into her new clothes?" Alina said and then turned back to Brita. "Hanna Mae is a stylist who helps me from time to time with, ah, new arrivals." "Perhaps I should step into the next room while he changes?" Wahl said. ""She" and don't be silly. It won't take a moment," Alina said, looking at Wahl. Hanna put the shoes down on the ground and with her hand now free, handed Brita her panties. Brita deftly stepped in them and pulled them up around her new hips. She then grabbed the bottom of her khaki top and pulled it over her head exposing, for the first time, her new breasts. They were spectacular. Firm and round. Creamy with large soft nipples. They had grown to probably a large "D" cup but managed not to feel the effects of gravity. Hanna had her put her arms through the bra straps and turn around when she then affixed the clasps. She turned her around again and did a quick adjustment to the straps. "Perfect," Hanna said and turned her attention to the dress, grabbing it by the shoulders and letting it fall to its full length. Wahl was looking past Alina watching intently. He had a stir of a memory as he looked at Brita there in her bra and panties. He remembered the feeling of wearing lingerie from many nights in his apartment feeling the soft fabric cover his crotch and chest, holding him tightly. He was also freaked out by what just happened. What he had done to William. While Wahl watched Brita, Alina was studying Wahl intently, watching his eyes. Wahl became aware of it and tried to soften his face. He understood from his own training how much you could learn by just watching someone's face, how it could tell you what they were thinking. He tried to play it off by scratching his chin, as if watching Brita dress was of no particular interest. Hanna unzipped the back of the dress and had Brita step into it. She turned around and Hanna zipped it up for her. Brita had a huge smile on her face and with her shoes now on as well, did a little spin to show everyone. Hanna gave her encouraging words, telling her she was beautiful and how lovely the dress was. Wahl couldn't be sure, but it seemed to be a similar style to the yellow dress Stevens had been given. This dress had no belt, but the skirt had a similar flare to it. The hemline fell to a few inches below Brita's knees. Alina was still studying Wahl's face. "I see we have much to talk about Major. Shall we do it here or will I need to take you back to the interrogation room?" "Well, there isn't much to sit on in this room, but your call," Wahl replied. "Fair point," Alina said. She turned to the four other ladies. "Hanna, why don't you take Brita and go get her settled, we have much to discuss with her. And will you tell facilities to bring in two chairs and a small table. Major, will you have tea if I have it brought in?" She looked at Wahl, awaiting his reply. "Sure, why not," he responded. "If you do well, perhaps we'll bring you some food as well," Alina said, smiling. Wahl could feel the pangs of hunger flare up a bit at being reminded he hadn't eaten anything in a while. Brita walked over to Wahl embraced him and then gave him a sensual kiss. "Thanks again. I feel so much better now. Maybe we can get together again sometime soon. I owe you one," she said, winking at him and tapping him on the nose playfully. Hanna and Brita walked out, starting to chat, just as two old friends might. The two guards stayed. Wahl was trying to formulate a plan. He could definitely overpower Alina, but the two guards had weapons. They didn't look very big, but he had to assume if they entered his cell, they were capable of handling themselves. Alina didn't say anything, just watched him. Not very long after Hanna and Brita had left, the door opened again and a small cadre of women walked in pushing two comfortable chairs on dollies, a side table and a tray filled with a teapot, cups, spoons, sugar and an assortment of cookies. All were placed likely where they had been prior to this room becoming a cell. Interesting Wahl noted, They had arrived rather quickly, suggesting this was planned. Once all was set, the room emptied again except for the two guards. They retreated to either side of the door, standing 'at ease' but watching Wahl. "Please, have a seat Major," Alina said. She smoothed her skirt as she sat down, crossing her legs as her weight settled into the chair. She quickly and smoothly grabbed the teapot, cup and saucer. "Tea?" He paused, thinking about it. "Yes, please," he replied as pleasantly as he could. Better to cooperative if he was going to learn anything. "Milk and sugar?" As a possible source of sustenance, he could not turn this down and so asked for two spoonful's of sugar. Too much and he'd just have a sugar high but two seemed right. "And please help yourself to a cookie. The chocolate ones are the best in my opinion," she said, in her best hostess tone. "Thank you," Wahl said and took two cookies from the plate, a chocolate one and what appeared to be a sugar cookie with a dollop of jam in the center. Alina prepared her own tea and then sat back into the comfortable chair. "Now, let's get to business, shall we?" she said, taking the first sip of tea. "Let's start with ground rules. The woman you see over there are among the finest hand-to-hand fighters we have. In short, they are deadly, members of our royal special forces. Rule number one: don't step out of line and you will not have to see how good they are." She took another sip of tea. "We can keep this civil, can't we Major?" She looked at him expectantly. "I don't see why not. What happened to my men?" he asked. "In due time, Major, in due time. Second rule: If you play nicely you will be rewarded. These chairs will stay in your apartment as a reward for helping us with Dr. Capstone. He really wasn't as clever as I thought he'd be." She sipped again and took a bite of her own cookie. "You set us up for a little game did you, Alina?" Having seen her eat the cookie and drink the tea, he took a large sip of his own tea and tried the sugar cookie. "And shall I assume you did not lace the tea or cookies with anything?" "No games Major," she replied, resting the saucer on her lap. Wahl noticed her dress again, it really was a lovely blue. Her jacket was tailored just so and fit her perfectly. Stop it Wahl. Get yourself together! "The tea and cookies are obviously fine," she said, making a show of drinking and eating some of each. "As to Dr. Capstone, well, yes, a bit of a game I suppose. Our operatives knew for certain he was...what is the euphemism, 'batting from the wrong side of the plate'? You on the other hand Major, we knew a little about you, but not your, ah...preferences. Even your team wasn't much help there, as I told you earlier. Anyway, now that we know you like men and not women, we'll keep bringing you the ones we can't turn ourselves. You do like men, don't you Major?" she asked, giving him a penetrating look while she sipped her tea. Wahl contemplated what to do. He had employed similar techniques, the stick or the carrot so he knew where this was likely going. He could certainly go hostile on them and see what the guards could do. Likely that got him injured and thrown in a hole somewhere and not learning much of anything. If he could keep the conversations going with Alina and or whoever else they brought him, then at least he could learn some things. Perhaps even gain their confidence until he could pick his moment to escape. Not a great plan, but about the best of his options. He ignored her questions and moved on. "I understand. Be good and you'll be good to me. Be bad, and you will no longer be good to me. Does that about sum it up? You are obviously fully aware of who I am and what role I play, so you know I know how this game is played. It would seem we've both been trained for it," he said. "But you haven't told me the status of my men. Where are they?" "Tell me first, Major. How did you know?" she asked, pausing for a reaction. "How did you know about the Empyrian?" she asked putting her cup in its saucer. "I'm in the intelligence service. Of course, I knew," he bluffed. What was she talking about? His mind went racing, trying to recall any mention of this "Empyrian." "No," she said drawing out her word and thinking about it. "I don't think you did. Your comrades were clearly not briefed on the Empyrian or else they would not have joined our ranks that easily," she opined, then smiling and pausing for effect. So that's where his men went. "And it was easy, Major, I can assure you," she continued, sipping again at her tea. "But you...you did seem to know. Our team in the ward said you cried out to your comrade the Corporal. What was his name?" she asked pretending to think of the name. "Oh yes, Stevens I think it was. You could see him couldn't you? You knew what was happening and you tried to warn him. Well a good commander would I suppose. But how did you know to warn him?" "Alina, we're not as dumb as you would have us be. We know of the magic in Virago. It didn't take much to put a few things together and see what was coming," Wahl said, taking a couple more cookies. "No pun intended," he added dryly. She smiled. She enjoyed this game of wits. "More tea, Major?" Alina asked. Wahl nodded and Alina put her cup down, gripped the teapot and filled his cup again adding the milk and sugar right after. Wahl stirred the tea while Alina freshened her own cup with more tea. There was a pause as she sat back. She was thinking of what to say next staring off toward the far wall as if making some sort of mental calculation. "Major, it is clear you are not homosexual. I dare say you enjoyed your encounter with Dr. Capstone about as much as you might enjoy having your toenails pulled out. I am an observant woman. It is my job to be, much as it is yours. Nothing about your time with the doctor was right, which is why I say I was a little disappointed by Dr. Capstone. Just like a man to get off at the first chance he gets. He didn't even try to woo you," she said with mocked exasperation. "Not that it would have worked anyway," she paused for effect. "No, you knew in the ward what was coming, which is why you yelled out to your friend and why you knew to stop me. But here is the thing, Major, you got your erection too fast when I touched you. There was genuine attraction there, even if you were able to bring your mind around and prevent me from making you climax. And with the doctor, well you put on a show for a man who didn't want to think you were anything but what he wanted you to be. My team primed him a bit, sure, but you knew exactly what you were doing. You got his trust and his confidence. You let him talk. You made him feel safe and comfortable. 'The Major was looking out for him.' And when the inevitable came, you played the part and you pleasured him. Very well done Major. I salute you." She raised her cup as if to say cheers and then took a sip. "The doctor wasn't much help in the interrogation room. Admittedly we didn't try that hard, but on the outside chance he was bisexual, we had to give it a try. We needed a man to help the good doctor transition. How fortunate you and your team were able to arrive at the facility about the same time as he did. Now we have the good Dr. Brita to show us everything about her impressive work in genetics." She took another sip and sat thoughtfully for another moment. "You talked with the doctor for a while. You knew his research and still you let him come to us. There is no tactical reason to do that unless you wanted to make sure he was the one we got and not you. Why not you, Major, eh? What do you know that is more valuable then Dr. Capstone?" She let the words linger while she studied his body language. "Holy shit, she's good," he thought, trying to keep his face as stoic as possible. He didn't reply, and wouldn't, which she knew. "You could have just told him not to orgasm, that the two of you would have to be celibate, but you didn't do that either which is interesting. We can unpack that little gem latter," she said, taking another sip of tea. She was right, he hadn't even thought of laying out the cards for the doctor. He had only thought to maintain a fa?ade and a poor one at that. How had he not even considered the alternative? The realization of what he'd done set in and he blushed. Alina smiled, he had just confirmed all that she said. "For now, we got what we wanted, but come to think of it... you also got rewarded for doing what you did, didn't you Major?" she asked, looking directly at him now. "Yes, the chairs are nice, thank you," Wahl said playing along. "No, no. Ha ha," she giggled, allowing him his little joke. "No, the chairs are a kind of reward yes, but no, I mean the Empyrian gave you a reward didn't it." Wahl looked at her quizzically. "I don't follow. What is your question?" he asked. "Ah, Major, we were doing so nicely, don't let's start with the games, shall we?" Wahl gave her a blank look. She studied him for a bit. "Hmm...you honestly don't know what I'm talking about. Interesting. But you should. Think about it," she said, deliberately taking a sip of tea to give him a moment. Wahl's gears were turning. She had called the magic the "Empyrian." If he wasn't mistaken that was Latin for something like the 'highest heaven'. This could be reference to the magic aura that surrounded Virago? If it was somehow connected to the sexual energies people emitted at climax, then perhaps the wave of energy he had felt was the Empyrian. Wahl looked at her and brought his hand up to his head. "Do you mean my hair and beard?" he asked. "Exactly.You're as quick as I thought you would be. Yes, of course, and your skin. You looked at yourself in the mirror and saw the subtle changes. You took in Dr. Capstone's sexual energy when he climaxed, we call it "Tor." Most wouldn't have...ah... caught it in their hand, though it seems to have had the same effect," she said a bit sarcastically before sipping her tea. "Which is again, how I know you're not gay. OCD perhaps, but not gay." She gave him a wink and a smile. Wahl almost smiled back but suppressed it. Touch? Alina, touch?. "The Empyrian provides wondrous things, Major, and Tor is one very powerful way to connect with it. Our people have embraced it for centuries. It will reward you too if you let it." She put her cup down on the tray. "Now, I have other matters to attend to, but I'll be back major. We can continue our little chat when I do. I think we are going to be friends you and me. Thank you for behaving yourself. I know the ladies over there are disappointed, but I for one prefer a civil discourse. Don't you agree?" she asked. "Indeed Alina, I do," he said and raised his cup before draining the contents. CHAPTER 6 General Alina Skarpsv?rd was sitting at her desk reviewing some paperwork when the Lieutenant was buzzed into her office. The Lieutenant walked in and stood at attention in front of her desk saluting. "At ease Lieutenant," the General said barely looking up from her desk. "What do you have for me?" "General, as you asked, we have intel back from prisoner Wahl's apartment ma'am," Lieutenant Yost reported. "Our operative was able to gain entry last evening and sent this report back. There were no sensitive military documents, and no safes to break into. He seems to follow intelligence protocols to the letter. But we did find something else very interesting. He had various stashes of women's clothes throughout his wardrobe and closet," she said, handing the General a stack of pictures. "All of it was concealed one way or another, panties behind his men's underwear, dresses buried deep behind old suits. A pair of black heels was found in a ceiling compartment, and two wigs in a box under his bed. Further, many of the undergarments were shape wear of some form or another including breast forms. Our operative feels that these are not left over from and old girlfriend or female roommate but rather belong to the Major himself. Many of the items smelled like him and or had his body hair on them. We believe this information could be used to our benefit," Lt. Yost concluded. "Excellent and most interesting. That would explain the look he gave the new girl Brita. I thought I saw a twinge of jealousy when she put on her clothes. Well Lieutenant, we can certainly help Major Wahl out with that fantasy, can't we?" the General said with a smile. She tapped a few keys and pulled up the camera feed from Wahl's room. Wahl was in bed asleep. "What else did you find?" she asked the Lieutenant. "Nothing else of interest, just typical items. We found pictures of his family. Here," she said, reaching back into the folder she was carrying and handing another set of pictures. The General examined the pictures closely and smiled broadly, a few pieces of a grand puzzle snapping into place. "When he wakes, let's have another chat with the Major shall we?" ---- Soon after he got home from school he hurried upstairs. He walked into his mother's room and straight toward her closet like he had so many times before. She wouldn't be home for a few hours, and his sister had after school practice. He was alone and able to indulge. His hand found the nob to the closet where his mother's pretty things were. The soft silky chemise slid over his shoulders and down his body, the fabric swishing deliciously as he walked around the room in the nightgown. Why can't I always feel like this, he wondered, shame etching into the pleasure of seeing himself in his mother's mirror. CHAPTER 7 Wahl had been exhausted and hungry. The cookies turned out to be the only food they brought. Whatever had happened after the doctor had changed had affected him to his core. He couldn't keep his eyes open he had become so drowsy. He passed out in the bed and fell deeply asleep. In his dream he was in a palace of some sort in a great hall. Women were all around him, but he was looking for someone. "Andreas," he heard someone whisper to him. "Andreas I'm here." He looked around desperately trying to find the source of the voice. He walked quickly toward the end of the great hall. There a woman dressed in an intricate and fine satin gown stood. She raised her arms and beckoned him to her. He started to walk to her, but something was slowing him down, interfering with his stride. He looked down and saw that he too was now in a long black gown, the hemline at the floor and train running behind him. The full skirt tapered up into a tight corseted bodice that hugged his torso. He found his breath was shallower as the satin material tightened around his chest and waist. His arms were clad in black satin gloves up to almost his shoulder. "Andreas!" the woman called out. "Come to me, hurry!" Desperate to get to her Andreas picked up the skirt of his dress, now very full of petticoat and crinolines and hurried toward the woman. A heavy rustle sound met his ears along with a click of his heels on the parquet floors. As he got closer, he saw that the siren calling out to him was his mother, Catrine. She was even more beautiful than he could remember. He covered the remaining distance to her, dropping the skirt material from his hands and embraced her. Tears started to stream down his face. His mother's soft hands came up his cheeks and she wiped his tears away. "Oh, child how I've missed you. My lovely Andreas, you look just as I imagined you! Let me see you," she said, stepping back to look at him. He felt both thrilled and embarrassed. At once feeling lovely in the gown but also ashamed and out of sorts. His mother could see his dilemma and pulled him in hugging him and kissed his forehead. "You look beautiful, darling!" He choked back his emotions and swallowed hard. "Where...where have you been?" He wanted to cry again (why was he so emotional?), and hugged her. She held him there for a moment. He enjoyed the feel of the fabric thick between the two lovely dresses. "I have missed you too," she said and stroked his head. "I was in the service of the Empress Viktoria on an important mission for her and for Virago. I never wanted to leave you. I love you so much Andreas." "Wait," he pulled back from her looking into her beautiful face. "What do you mean you were on a mission for Virago? What's going on? And why am I dressed this way?" he asked, confused. "This is just a glimpse, darling. There is so much to explain, but your destiny will become more and more clear to you. Embrace the Empyrian, let it flow through you so you can become who you were born to be. It has much to show you. I believe you are the one written about in the old tales. You will prove your worthiness on the night of the solstice when you give yourself to Empress Viktoria and take your place by her side. You will help overthrow Elsmere and Virago will rule the continent as it was foreseen. I am so proud of you sweet Andreas. So proud of you." With that she turned quickly and hurried through the doors behind her. Two royal guards shut the doors behind her before Andreas could run after her. He stood there for a moment, stunned. --- The scene changed and he was in Elsmere in their home. He was looking down on the proceedings as if floating above. His mother and sister packing a single bag each. "But why must we go now mother?" his 17-year-old sister Valencia asked. "Andreas won't know where we've gone." "I know my dear and it breaks my heart to leave him, but we have much to do you and I. Empress Viktoria has asked us herself to take care of this mission. Once we are done, we can return to Virago together and wait for Andreas. We will see him again, I promise you. I just hope he will forgive us. He is in line for the perfect training. He will bring back the information we need to unite the continent under the banner of Virago. May god bless our Empress and our homeland." Valencia finished packing her things. "It isn't fair what we're doing to Andreas. Leaving him here. He wears your dresses Momma. He doesn't think I know but I do. He is confused about who he is," she said, genuine worry in her voice. "Perhaps but he will come to understand. I have encouraged him since he was a little boy to embrace his feminine. It is hard now, but he will be with us again." She hugged Valencia and they finished packing. --- Wahl awoke with a start. "What the fuck was that," he almost said aloud. Holy shit if any of that was true...his family was...what? Deep cover agents? What the hell? His mind was racing. What the hell did this Empyrian do to him? He was seriously messed up in the head now. He needed to get up. Assuming his body clock was still on, it was likely early morning. He stood up only now realizing he had on white satin shorts. When had he put those on? He went straight to the bathroom and looked in the mirror. No real changes, but his five o'clock shadow wasn't any thicker either. He noticed the mirror was actually an inset medicine cabinet. He opened it up and was pleasantly surprised to find normal toiletries. He set about brushing his teeth. Behind him was a shower, he checked again in the cabinet. Yup, shaving cream. Maybe after a workout to clear his head he could shave. Wahl was slightly off in his calculations. It was actually mid-morning. In the control room Alina pulled up the camera feed on the Major's room. He was doing pushups in the corner. They always did push-ups, she thought, smiling. Then he would get in the shower and that's when she would send in her agent. Wahl took off the pajama shorts and put them on the bed. As far as he knew, those were now the only piece of clothing he had. He walked back into the bathroom and turned on the shower. "At least these crazy women had good plumbing," he thought. When the water was warm enough, he stepped in, closing the door behind him and let the water flow over him. Together with clean teeth, he was starting to feel more like himself. It now occurred to him that he didn't have a towel. Crap. Just then the shower door opened and a busty redhead stepped into the shower. "Mind if I join you?" the General heard over the CCTV system. Agent Janson was one of her best operatives. "My name is Carla. Alina sent me to make sure you got, ah... clean," she said. "I bet she did, Carla," Wahl replied. "And I mean no disrespect but I'm already having a crazy morning and I..." Carla put her finger on his lips. "You don't need to talk. I'm just going to wash you, that's all. Nothing more. Unless you want more," she said seductively. "Now turn around and I'll wash your back." Wahl turned as he was told, and Carla lathered up her hands and rubbed them all over his back in large circles. Wahl put his hands on the wall in front of him and let the water pour down his head while she stroked his back. Soon she reached around to the front and started lathering up his chest. Her large breasts pushed into his back and slide around on his wet back. They felt heavenly and he could feel her nipples slide side to side as she moved. Her hands started to go south when he grabbed her wrists. "OK! That was nice Carla thanks. How about you get out now? You're like a wet dream come to life, now step out of the shower." He was a little surprised at how direct he was, but he needed time to think. She was dangerous to his manhood, no doubt about that. He turned around and faced her. "Come on. Out you go," he said motioning to the door. She reached down and fondled his balls. "But baby, I haven't even started yet. Let's have some fun shall we?" she cooed. "No, no, no. OUT!" he cried. He grabbed her hand with his right hand and pointed out of the shower with his left. "Hurry up. Out!" She made a pouty face, turned and opened the shower door. She was about to step out when she turned around and said "I brought you a towel. Least you could do is give a girl a good time." He turned off the water as she stepped out and he was right behind her. There were two towels on the counter by the sink. They each grabbed one and began toweling off. Carla finished drying off and wrapped her towel around her waist leaving her ample bosoms out for show. She turned around facing him then leaned against the counter next to the sink. Wahl finished drying off, wrapped the towel around his own waist and looked at her. I bet she's one of their top agents he said to himself. He looked up toward the ceiling giving the people he knew were watching a look. Then thinking of what his mother had said in the dream, he smiled as an idea came to him. He looked back at Carla and stepped to her. "You know, you're right. I was a little rude. The least I could do is show you a good time." He picked her up and put her on the countertop. He leaned in and kissed her hard on the mouth while his hands spread her legs apart. "Oh...oh my," Carla exhaled and kissed him back. "May I?" he asked, slowly sliding his hand up the inside of her leg. "MmmHmm," she nodded, locked in on his eyes. Wahl reached under her towel and found her sex. Soon he found her clitoris and began to massage it back and forth kissing her as he did until she became wet. He sent his two middle fingers deep into her sex. She gasped as he thrust the fingers in and out, kissing her still as he did. Her gasps became soft moans and he knew she was ready. He unwrapped the towel letting the ends fall to either side of her and pulled her forward on the counter. Getting down on his knees, he put his face into her sex and began to lick and suck at her swollen lips. She was in ecstasy at this point. Her hands began to vigorously knead out her own breasts like bread dough. She pinched and played with her nipples in between squeezing them firmly. Her eyes were shut, and her mouth was open emitting little whimpers and moans of pleasure. With his thumb gently stroking her clitoris and his tongue working in and out he brought her to orgasm. She let out a guttural, deep moan and her legs wrapped around his head trapping him there, forcing her fluids into his mouth and onto his face and chin. His eyes were closed but again, the energy coursed through him and he saw stars all around. The feeling was less disorienting this time now that he knew it was coming. He did this two more times, each time taking in the Empyrian energy from her orgasms. The last time he started to feel weak and light headed. He rocked back and sat down on the cool bathroom floor. He sat back against the shower glass and took a few deep breaths. "Mmm...baby that was incredible," Carla said dreamily, still caressing her breasts. She opened her eyes and fixed them on Wahl. "Now, let's get you right shall we?" and she slide off the counter top and bent down next to him. She began to kiss his ears and neck, her hair failing gently across his face. "Carla, I'll have to take a rain check on that. Feeling a little woozy right now," he said. "Mmm, I bet you are," she said sitting back on her heels. She lay her two hands, one on each of his arms as she looked him over. "You got three pretty good doses of energy from me. I don't want to brag but the Empyrian flows through me pretty strongly. I know what would help you, honey. Just sit back and let Carla take care of you." She tried again to put her hands in his groin. "Can't do it Carla," he said, grabbing her hands firmly. He was unaware that as he grabbed her, he sent a small wave of Tor through Carla, moistening her vagina. While he may not have noticed, she absolutely did, both because it felt amazing and because it shouldn't be possible. Allowing the Empyrian to flow into you and to help you in your life was one thing most if not all Viragonians were able to do. But to channel Empyrian energy and to use it on another, well that was not common at all. Andreas had just channeled Empyrian energy into her and aroused her. If she was correct, and she knew she was, she needed to tell the General right away. Men weren't supposed to be able to even take in Empyrian energy, much less wield it. "Thank you, I guess," he continued. "For your continued efforts, but I'm saving myself for the special someone. No offence, but you aren't her." He looked at her and smiled. Carla feigned hurt feelings. "Well that's a first," she said, smiling. "Alina told me you'd play hard to get." She looked up at the ceiling. "I tried!" she said to no one. She looked back at Wahl. "You might want to get back in the shower," she said gesturing toward his face. "I did get a little excited." She said swirling her finger around widely as if to say 'it's all over you'. With that, she quickly stood up, put on the dress that was piled in the doorway where she had left it and hurriedly left. She had to report in to the General. Wahl did get back into the shower. He rinsed off and grabbed the same towel. When he looked down, he could see more than a few pieces of his body hair nearing the drain. Was he losing his hair from stress? He put his hand to his head. Seemed like more than enough hair there. It even seemed thicker. He stepped out of the shower and looked in the mirror. His features had softened ever so slight even from yesterday. His beard was barely visible, like he had just shaved. "Well I guess that saves some time," he said, running his hand over his face. His body hair was still there but noticeably thinner. His nipples seemed ever so slightly more pronounced on his otherwise chiseled chest. Something was definitely happening to him every time he took in the Empyrian energy waves. If it didn't sort of freak him out, he would find it fascinating. He left the bathroom and walked back into the bedroom. Carla had left but where he had left the pajama shorts on the bed sat a fresh set of brown khaki prisoner garb. Just as he finished pulling on the pants, the door to the room swung open and Alina walked in with two guards. She was as stunning as ever. She wore a similar length dress as the blue one from the day before. This was a black bodycon midi dress with a curved V-neck. It was a dense silk woven fabric with a series of light colored floral blooms climbing up the left side of her body. The dress seemed to hug her curves and a black silk belt, which fastened at her navel, further accentuated her waist. Her blonde shoulder length hair and green eyes seem to be highlighted against the delicate fabric of the dress. She wore a pair of black stiletto heeled pumps that clasped around her ankle with a delicate strap. The click of her heels as she walked across the room gave a sonic nod to the entire outfit. She finished her look with understated makeup, accentuating her radiant eyes and finish with subtle color on her lips. Two guards stepped in with her and a third woman followed, putting down a tray of tea on the small side table and quickly exited. "Carla didn't need bodyguards, shame you think you do," Wahl said, turning to greet her. "Carla is also an elite assassin. She would have made quick work of you if she needed to," Alina said. Her demeanor was upbeat and friendly. She was carrying a set of folders, fairly thick in her left hand. "Anyway, we have much to talk about Major. Or can I call you Andreas?" She smiled. "You seem happy this morning. Jack off a bunch of marines already did you?" he asked, trying to push her buttons. "Andreas," she replied, not seeming to take the bait. "I have come across the most wonderful bit of information. It concerns you, my dear Major. Shall we sit and chat about it?" she asked motioning to the two chairs and tea set. "I'd have to check my schedule, Alina," he said moving toward the chair "but I suppose I can fit you in,"he said, sitting down and crossing his legs, one knee over the other. He seemed to notice the position of his leg and quickly brought the ankle of his crossed leg back up to the opposite knee. More like a man, he thought. Alina also took note of his confusion. She smoothed the skirt of her dress as she slowly sat down across from him, her back straight, folders now on her lap. She poured tea for them remembering how he took his. She gave him two cookies as well. Had that been the only thing he ate yesterday? Strangely he didn't feel hungry. He leaned forward took his cup from Alina and sat back. She situated herself and began. "As I said, Andreas, I have come across some very interesting information. Our operatives infiltrated your apartment yesterday and found many interesting items." She opened the folder exposing a series of large photographs. She started to hand them, one by one to Wahl. He put his cup down and took the photos. He should have known they would dig dirt on him. He had always known this might happen. The photos were a series of very familiar items of clothing from his apartment. All were women's clothes. All belonged to him. They had been arranged on his bed neatly and photographed. Shoes, panties, corsets, padded bras and breast forms, even the wigs he had hidden away. They had found his entire alternative wardrobe and it was all displayed in the photos. "Now, either you have a very, shall we say, large girlfriend or else you are storing some clothes for a friend?" she asked, pausing. The silence sat between them for a brief moment before she carried on. "I would almost let you make that excuse except our agents found many of these items in very secretive places. Places one might put these garments if they didn't want them easily found. That usually means someone is trying to hide something, Andreas, for instance an inclination to wearing women's clothes?" she said raising her voice slightly to make it sound like a question. She paused and studied Wahl. Wahl was a professional intelligence officer so he wouldn't give himself away easily. She thought she made out a faint blush in his cheeks. He otherwise had only a studious look on his face as if analyzing the photos himself. "I particularly like your taste in gowns," she said, handing him the last three photos. He knew the moment she said it what the pictures would be of. Three full length dresses, two in satin and one all black sequin. He was particularly fond of that dress and how it made him feel when he wore it. Alina pulled one last photo out of the folder and put it upside down on top of the file folder. She sat back for a moment with her tea and studied his face. She took a sip and let this new revelation sit with Wahl. "What did you say your mother's name was? She disappeared years ago, yes?" Wahl straightened up the photos into a neat pile and handed them back to Alina. "I have not mentioned my mother to you, but her name was Catrine." he said, sitting back in his chair with his tea as if nothing interesting was happening. "Yes, it is starting to make sense now." She held up the last photo so he could see. "This is her, yes?" she asked then handing the photo to him. He nodded to her. "By any chance, has she come to you in your dreams?" Alina asked. Wahl was caught off guard by the question. He looked up at Alina a little too quickly, a modicum of shock registering across his face. Alina smiled broadly, happily even. "I thought so. She will guide you Andreas and I will help her," she said. "What are you talking about Alina?" he said, emphasizing his words as if to insinuate that she was crazy. "My name is General Alina Skarpsv?rd, and I grew up with and trained with your mother Catrine. I was a half a dozen years younger, but we knew each other well. She is a hero to the Virago people. You should be very proud of her," she said. Wahl knew the name Skarpsv?rd immediately, and couldn't believe he had not recognized her from the picture in their intelligence files. He knew she was high ranking in their military and led the country's intelligence agencies. This was all a lot of information and he was trying to take it in both as the intelligence officer that he was and as the person Andreas Wahl, son of Catrine. The intelligence officer side of his brain was trying to figure out why she was giving him so much information. If Catrine was from Virago, then she was an infiltrator and a spy and no General worth her weight would give him that information. On the other hand, given that she thought she had leverage on him, she may be playing her cards very specifically. He decided to let it play out, to get to her endgame. "Your urges to commune with your feminine side are very normal. In fact, I suspect that given who your mother is, and the Empyrian power she has, it almost guaranteed it. I did not show you those pictures to hold them over you Andreas. No, actually those pictures show the path forward much more clearly." "What is that supposed to mean General?" He used her title as a way to distance the two of them, to make it less personal. "Did your mother come to you last night in your dream? My team told me you were quite restless. Did she tell you to embrace the Empyrian, or something to that effect? I bet she told you not to give your Tor to anyone until she tells you to, didn't she? Hence why you shut Carla down." She again paused, studying him. "What this all means, dear Andreas, is that the path your mother is laying out for you when she comes to you in your dreams is now what we must achieve together for the betterment of Virago and her people." Her tone had changed. She was not interrogating him she was laying her cards on the table. Well, some of them anyway. "I'll need to do some more research, but I believe you will prove to be a very important figure in the coming geo-political events soon to unfold. You will make your mother proud," Alina said. Her tone was now even softer. She was no longer in the role of General but seemed more like a protective aunt. She sipped her tea, looking at him. He wanted to tell her she was crazy and that he would never betray his oath and his country, but for some reason, he couldn't voice the protest. "Oh, I almost forgot. I wanted to see about something," she said, putting her teacup down and standing up. "Marta, please come here." One of the guards quickly came to her side. "Ma'am?" she said, standing at attention next to Alina. She was maybe an inch shorter than Wahl. Her uniform was tight fitting exuding the athletic frame it covered. It reminded Wahl of an equestrian outfit only it was designed more for function then style. A form of heavy leggings made up the bottom of the uniform from her knee-high riding boots to her waist. She wore a blood read peplum jacket, short in the front to allow access to the items on her belt but tailed in the back covering her posterior. Her hips were narrow and also athletic, and the peplum coat flared just enough to accentuate them. The shoulders of the jacket we rounded, showing only the natural lines that connected her neck to her upper arm and the sleeves ended in cuffs tapered down to just bigger than her wrists. Her shirt, similar in fabric to the pants, was just visible at the top of her chest where the jacket tapered up to the collar. Various subtle badges and stripes belied her rank and unit. She looked sharp and ready for anything should he get out of line. "Andreas, I want you to try something for me if you would. I want you to make Marta sexually aroused, but I want you to do it only with your mind." Wahl looked at the General quizzically. Of all the things she could have said at that moment that would not have been one he could have guessed would escape her lips. "I beg your pardon, General? Did you just say make her aroused?" "Yes Andreas, if you wouldn't mind, please focus your thoughts and make Marta here become wet." "I'm not sure I follow," he said, his eyes moving quickly between the two women. "What the fuck was going on," he wondered. Marta, too, shifted her weight uneasily as if uncomfortable with where this might be going. "It's not really that hard to understand. I'll try again. I want you..." she said more slowly and emphatically "to use your mind...to make Marta sexually aroused. Channel your thoughts into her. Imagine her aroused. Go ahead, this will be a good test," she said. Again, his agent mind clicked in and to keep the conversation going, he accepted her premise that it was even in the realm of the possible. "I wouldn't have any idea how to do that General. I'm not sure I can do what you ask." "Humor me. I've been very good to you this morning, how about a little reciprocity, eh?" Wahl sat there for a moment. This was one of the sillier things he had ever been asked to do but he might as well humor her, maybe he'll get more information if played along. In truth, he was now somewhat curious as to why she would even ask him to try something like this. How does one imagine arousal? He thought back to Carla this morning. He pictured his thumb rubbing her clitoris and then the slick feeling as his fingers slide into her sex. He remembered the sounds she made and warmth of her vagina. He looked at Marta, feeling a bit lascivious now. "Perhaps just give her a small touch," Alina encouraged. Wahl kept his train of thought and without getting up, reached over and touched Marta on the side of her leg at her upper thigh, just below her hip. The material of her leggings was tight, stretched across her skin, and he could feel the give of her thigh as he placed his fingers there. There was a sort of a sensation from his fingers, not just the feeling of touching her but something else - just a slight something. Marta let out a sort of small gasp, and exclamation almost, took a small step away from his hand and bent at the waist slightly. Alina broke into a wide smile. "Excellent, Andreas. Carla was right you do wield the Empyrian. And in a wondrous way at that!" she exclaimed. "How do you feel Marta?" "Like I would appreciate you to turning around so I can clobber this guy..." she said shooting daggers at him, before remembering who she was speaking to and straightening up back to attention. "Ma'am," she added. "Yes, I'm sure that was a bit of a shock Marta, thank you for being our guinea pig. You may stand at ease," she said. Marta returned to the door, still shooting daggers at Wahl. "I'm so sorry Marta, I really had no idea," he said, with a sort of shrug and a wave. He had always prided himself on being a gentleman and this seemed over the line for sure. "General, what was that? Marta about jumped out of her skin but I only felt a slight sensation." "Well, at least you believe me now." She sat back down smoothing her dress as she did. "What else did you feel? Think carefully now," she asked. "I felt the tingle in my fingers, but, well, I guess now that you mention it, I could feel her arousal. What is that?" he asked with a puzzled look on his face. "General?" "It is a very special gift is what it is Major," she replied earnestly. "Andreas, we are going to shape you into the perfect Viragonian. I only ask that you listen to your mother's words and trust me. You need to stay confined in this room for now. You will be receiving more visitors over the coming days. While I'm sure it seems unpleasant right now, you will find that the Tor they fill you with will help you to reach your potential. We have many things to prepare, but our rules remain in place. If you are good, then you will be rewarded," she said. She leaned forward and reached out, putting her hand on his knee. "Please believe me, now that I know who you are, I will personally oversee your growth." She gave him a sort of nurturing look that he couldn't help but think was genuine. "I will need you to stay in those clothes for now. You will be getting a new roommate shortly," she said looking at her watch. "Once you have dispatched with him, the closet will be unlocked," she said pointing to the locked door. "It will be filled with a wardrobe more to your liking I think," she continued. "Now, I have one other thing for you. Please stand up and remove your pants." She pulled from the other folder a pair of black seamless panties and held them out for him. "A reward for you. And a reminder of things to come," she said smiling. Wahl took the underwear from her and looked at them. They were a polyester material and had some stretch in them so that they would hug the wearer's hips and bottom. They were similar to the ones they had found in his apartment. "Clever," he said, a bit defeated. He pulled his pants down stepped out of them, then aligning the panties, stepped into them and pulled them up and over his hips and buttocks. The telltale bulge was in the front but because of the give in the fabric, it was not an uncomfortable fit at all. He then stepped back into the brown khaki pants and pulled them up into place. Alina smiled at her captive. Wahl really had no idea how to process what was going on. She had completely changed tactics on him. Yesterday she was sparring with him. Today it was as though she was no longer interested in jousting but rather was focused on a new mission. A mission clearly designed to transform him into a Viragonian woman. But what was he to make of that? Why was it a forgone conclusion in her mind that he would ever allow that to happen? And if it were a ruse he was baffled as to what it would gain. "Excellent," she said standing up. "We'll talk more later, but now I need to attend to other matters, as do you." She smiled one more time at Wahl. "Andreas, I believe in being straight with people. If you work with me, I'll give you everything. If you choose not to, well... let me just say that I can be a formidable and unforgiving foe." She paused and gave him a look that showed she was serious. She then collected the folders and moved to the door. "And Andreas," the General said turning slightly in front of the door. "You look good in those panties..." She gave him a devilish wink and left. Marta and the other guard quickly followed her out, locking the door behind them. Wahl stood there for a moment then walked over to the bed and lay down, aware that they were still watching him. He needed to think. Many emotions were coursing through him. He felt embarrassed at what the Viragonians had found in his apartment. He had failed in his mission and lost his men, falling prey to clever traps. Nine men wouldn't be going home thanks to his failed plans. Families had lost their fathers, husbands and sons and it was on him. He started to cry. What the hell Wahl, he thought? Get a grip on yourself! He was definitely more emotional than he normally was and probably thanks to the changes he could feel within him. Wahl took a deep breath to gather his thoughts. This was a rather strange predicament. He could have had no warning of what he was walking into on this mission and he wasn't sure that in his wildest dreams he could have imagined this. And speaking of his dreams, was that really his mother that had come to him? He wasn't sure how that was even possible. In his heart he knew it was her reaching out to him and trying to guide him, but in his rational mind it made no sense. The Empyrian, whatever it was, must be the answer, but it was only beginning to reveal itself to him. He wasn't certain, but he began to think he could feel it; feel that there was much more to it that he needed to explore. It was as though he had walked into vast blackened space. He couldn't see or make out anything, but he could feel the expanse in front of him. And he could feel how it was changing him. He thought about that for a moment. In some far-flung corner of his brain he felt he should be concerned that this mystical force was somehow changing him. He knew it was, and not just by what he saw in the mirror. The Tor that he had taken in from the doctor and from Carla, it had allowed him to experience the Empryian, to connect to it. The more Tor he took in, the greater the connection to the Empyrian he would have, and he realized, the more he would transform. Alina wanted him to take in the Tor and become Viragonian. How could he possibly willingly do that to his fellow prisoners? Was there no honor left in the world? She expected him to turn these captives. These were likely his countrymen and Virago was his enemy...wasn't it? He couldn't just trade his allegiances that easily. What of his oath to duty? On the other hand, he thought, what about his allegiance to his family? His mother and sister turned out to be Viragonian spies. He had always believed that family came before all else and it appeared that his blood was Viragonian. His mother had wanted to show him a path and apparently it had broad reaching implications. And then there was his old life to consider. He came to the conclusion that he couldn't return to Elsmere. He saw that now. His career was over, and it was possible he would even be jailed if he returned, not because of the failed mission but because his family members were spies. One way or another, likely this was home, either in a cell or by transformation. "What the hell have you gotten into Andreas," he thought, putting his hands over his face? "Domy is going to come get you." The thought made him ill. He couldn't bear to think his dear friend, his brother really, would suffer the same fate as Stevens. He lay there on the bed for a long while thinking before the door opened again and the guards brought in another prisoner. Same outfit as Wahl had on, though he doubted very much he had the same underwear. "Major Wahl stand up!" said the guard as she walked in, her partner close behind. They had on the same outfit as Marta but instead of at blood red jacket, their top was a navy blue. Wahl obliged quickly, but not too quickly, getting to his feet at the side of the bed. "This is Captain Overton from Elsmere, he'll be bunking with you now," she said and gave Overton a short push. The captain was probably five feet eight inches and so the guard didn't give up much physically. When she pushed he moved. "Only one bed in here, lady," the Captain let out. The guard looked directly at Wahl and said, "I'm sure you'll figure it out." There was a sly smile on her face and he thought he made out a subtle wink. She and the other guard turned around to leave. Just then Wahl had an idea. He wondered if it would work. He closed his eyes, concentrating as the General had suggested, and thought about arousing her. He wasn't close enough to touch them and so he imagined his thoughts were a sort of sonic wave he could send at them. He heard a small 'whelp' from her and her hand shot to her crotch. She had a shocked look on her face and was clearly confused by suddenly becoming moist. She turned around facing the two men. A lustful look crossed her face and she seemed to be mulling something over. Wahl would have bet a dollar she wanted to jump on one of them right then and there. Somehow, he could feel a sort of heat coming from her. "Interesting," he thought. It was as though the power Alina had told him he had was now fully at his command. Whatever door she had had him open was now wide open. He had to suppress a laugh, the look on her face was that priceless. The guard stood there for a moment and seemed to come to the conclusion that her best course of action was to leave. She had very strict orders that went all the way up to General Skarpsv?rd. "Something wrong?" the other guard asked. They both looked at each other, the first guard deciding if she wanted to say anything. Andreas, focused his attention on the second guard. He wanted to try this new power again. He closed his eyes, focused his thoughts and cast a wave of energy at her. "Oh!" she gasped, her left hand shooting to her crotchas her right hand came across her stomach. The first guard, sensing that her comrade had just experienced the same thing she had, quickly turned back to the two men. Overton had a quizzical look on his face and Andreas tried to mimic it. Wahl had had good training and was able to sell his confusion to the first guard. He could tell she knew something was going on but couldn't make out what. It was all Wahl could do to not break out laughing. He could now sense the heat and arousal from both the women. The second guard was just shaking off the effects when the first guard gave out her orders. "Sargent, let's get back to HQ." She took the Sargent by the shoulder and led her through the door, locking it behind them. Alina was watching the live feed from behind her desk. She replayed that moment a few times, watching Andreas close his eyes and then seeing the reaction the guards had. She had to chuckle. He was already using his newfound abilities at a level she'd never seen before. She liked the little show of defiance as well. The kid had some pluck. CHAPTER 8 "Captain," Wahl said, turning to the junior officer. "Major Andreas Wahl, Intelligence Services. What unit are you from?" he asked looking the Captain over. "Seventy Second Airborne, Recon," the Captain replied. "How long have you been here, Captain?" Wahl asked. He noted the man's hair was just a little longer than it should be and his prison carb looked like he'd worn it a while. "A couple of weeks best I can tell, sir. I lost track of my team on the first day. They've had a few rounds of interrogation but mostly they kept me in a room shackled to the wall," he said stretching out his arms to show Wahl his wrists. They were raw and angry red. "I'm sorry about that Captain. Looks like you're otherwise healthy?" he asked, still examining the officer. A stir of something, a feeling maybe, or a shiver, ran through Wahl as he looked at the Captain more closely. "Affirmative Major," he replied. There was a short pause. Wahl was distracted by this sudden sensation that had come over him, through him really, and didn't respond. His eyes were still locked on Overton, but it was clear that Wahl had somehow got lost in thought in just that short moment. Feeling a bit uneasy, Overton broke the brief silence. "You seem to rate for nicer quarters then I did, sir." He gestured toward the room doing a short spin. "Got your own head I see. What shall we do about bunk situation, Major? I'll take the chairs?" he asked. Unknown to the Captain, Wahl was recognizing the initial signs of an insidious thought. He had felt something seem to shift within him after he had sent the wave of energy to the two guards. It was as though a small gateway had opened and a trickle of this "Empyrian" made its way into him, flowing through him. He felt it, deep within him, and it could only be described as a cross between an intuition and a physical sensation, like the willies, lodged there somewhere between his consciousness and his instinct. His rational mind analyzed its presence and the feeling it gave him, but it was as though his soul accepted it. It was an odd, albeit not unpleasant feeling that had taken hold. Everything Alina had said must be true then. He could feel a slight hint, just a whisper, of the energy she and his mother had alluded to now within him. And if he could just open the floodgates a little more somehow, he sensed there was much more to it. Alina had already instructed him on what to do, hadn't she? "Once you have dispatched with him" she had said. That could mean only one thing. The insidious thought was now fully formed. He regarded Overton. As the Captain spoke, Wahl began to understand that the initial sensation he had felt flow into him had begun to manifest itself into a sort of pang or ache, almost like a longing. He was developing a craving, and having experienced the Tor four times now, like some kind of spiritual drug, he wanted more. He wanted as much of it as he could get. He knew the path forward his mother spoke of meant he needed to embrace the Empyrian and the only way to do that was through the Tor energy he could take in. That realization gave way to his next feeling, an incredible sense of power, like he was now a hunter stalking prey. He let his senses open up and he could feel the Captain, specifically he could sense that Overton was not aroused. Not yet anyway. And so his tactical mind kicked in and he thought about the best way to take the man's Tor. He decided against gaining the man's affection. Who knew how long that could take? The Captain was a professional soldier after all, not some scientist. He would be rigorously disciplined. Further, Wahl out ranked him, which meant the Captain would be on good behavior. No, trying to seduce him would take too long. It would have to be a direct approach and without warning. In his mind, he was wrestling with the decision. It was assault after all, more than that, really, because he would take away the man's life as he knew it. A large portion of Wahl's conscience was begging him not to proceed, pleading with him to uphold his discipline and training. But a part of him, some new part of him, now empowered with Empyrian energy, urged him forward. It gave him permission to do what he must. After a short moment of internal debate, his old self lost the battle, clearing his mind of the anxiety, freeing him to move forward. "...Major, did I lose you?" Wahl snapped out of his haze and moved into action. "That won't be an issue Captain, you won't be here long enough," he said definitively. "I need you to stand in front of the chair Captain." Captain Overton was a little confused but complied with the order from a superior officer and stood before the chair Alina had sat in. "Captain, I sense you have particular tastes in partners, is that fair?" Wahl asked. "Beg your pardon, Major?" Overton replied. "You're gay is that right soldier?" he said straightforwardly. "Sir, yes sir." Overton replied, trying to keep his voice down. An odd expression crossed his face. "Then Captain, I need you to pull your pants down," Wahl ordered, his heart starting to beat faster as a libidinous urge starting to rise up. The Captain, not moving, shot him a confused look. "Captain, it will be fine. Please take your pants down as I ordered," Wahl confirmed. Hesitantly, the Captain pulled his pants down, showing his boxers underneath. "Your boxers too, please Captain." The Captain was reluctant but Wahl could sense the first stirrings of arousal in him. "Very good, Captain," Wahl said, becoming transfixed on the man's penis. He closed his eyes, picturing the man's cock growing hard. The Captain's startled gasp told him his powers had worked again. Wahl opened his eyes to see the man's hands trying to cover a growing erection. Wahl stepped toward the Captain, pushing him into the chair behind him and then dropped to his own knees. Overton fell heavily into the chair. The blood was thumping in Wahl's ears. He was nervous, not knowing if his plan would work, but also fully committing. He was preying on the man. He wanted the man's Tor and he had decided to use his new power to just take it. Just as Overton's weight settled into the chair and before he could start to climb out of it in protest, Wahl imagined the Captain's orgasm with all his might. He wasn't sure how he knew to think this or why he was able to conjure the thought so quickly, but he put his full concentration into it. The captain cried out as Wahl deftly grabbed each of Overton's hands and pulled them away from his crotch and then plunged the man's cock deep into his own mouth. Wahl gave two quick bobs of his head, milking the shaft. The Captain caught entirely off guard tried to get his hands to Wahl's head, an orgasm rising in his crotch. Before Overton could even understand what was happening he was clinching his loins and releasing his seed. The Captain howled out "Oh...no, no.....ahh...." as he came massively into Wahl's mouth. The Tor was incredible and Wahl saw stars as he swallowed down the energy, making sure to get it all, every last twitch. The Captain let out another series of moans and oh's, stroking Wahl's head almost lovingly. Wahl sat back and got to his feet, appalled by what he had just done but also exhilarated by the Tor coursing through him. Within a moment Overton's body began the transformation. Now Wahl could make out a faint light swarming around the Captain changing him rapidly into the woman he would be the rest of his life. As with Dr. Capstone, Overton's features softened. He hips rounded his waist caved in and his chest expanded. Wahl watched as the man's penis retreated up into his body and his new labia flowered. In just a moment more, it was over. Both of them were left panting. Several moments passed before Overton came to her senses. "Oh...my god. That was...that was amazing!" she said, stretching her whole body out lengthwise as though she had just awoken from a peaceful sleep. "What just happened," she said finishing her stretch and looking at Wahl. Wahl was still riding the wave of the Tor now receding down into him. "I broke you out of jail I guess you could say," Wahl replied, now eyeing the woman's new sex. "Mmmm.... I feel... amazing," she said, running her hands up and down her new body. Wahl searched for the urge he had had just moments ago and tapped back into it. He gave in to animal lust and got back down in front of her, pulling her legs slightly apart. "Let me show you how amazing it can be," Wahl said as he bent forward and began to lick and suckle her new pussy. He could now clearly sense her level of sexual arousal. He could feel exactly how close or how far she was from climax and decided he wanted to test his new abilities. He brought her close to climax with his tongue and then stopped, letting her fall back from the brink. She moaned in protest and pulled his head back to her heat. He did this several more times before letting her have a series of earth-shaking orgasms, each releasing the Tor his changing identity so badly craved. Each time it was like getting a rush of endorphins. As before, after several more orgasms he started to feel light headed and woozy. He broke off from her sex and managed to get himself into the other chair without passing out. Sitting at her desk watching the fun, Alina turned and pushed a button on her phone. "You can send Hanna in now." She returned her gaze to the screen and watched as moments later Hanna and a pair of guards entered the room. Hanna had the girl get out of the chair and helped her dress while the guards pulled an exhausted Wahl off the chair and carried him over to the bed. They laid him down and soon he was passed out asleep. Alina had been surprised and then delighted at how quickly Wahl had taken control of the situation. He had positively pounced on the poor Captain. And his powers were unlike any she had seen, save the Empress herself. He had brought the man to erection and then to orgasm in the matter of moments. It was clear to Alina that Andreas would be a powerful weapon in the Virago's conquest. The plan was moving along swimmingly. CHAPTER 9 Wahl found himself in the same great hall. He looked down and saw that he was in the same duchess satin gown he had been in his prior dream, gloves up to his shoulders, jewels on his wrists. He ran his hands over the bodice of the dress and savored the feel of the gown and fabric over his body. The tight squeeze of the corseted bodice was thrilling. He felt amazing. He looked out to the end of the room and began walking. The dress was full and heavy and between it and the heels he wore on his feet, he was forced to take considered steps so that he did not slip or step on his own hemline. The fabric rustled as he walked and made a satisfying 'swish' sound with each step. He could feel the weight of the fabric on his legs, sensual and heavy. Soon he saw his mother, also in full evening gown, save the color of her dress was a light shade of green. Her skirt and bodice had intricate stitching and designs that from a distance were beautiful and up close simply gorgeous. "You look so lovely Mother, I love your dress," Andreas said embracing her. He gave her two quick kisses on either check. "As do you my sweet Andreas. You look stunning. I'm so proud of you. You are communing with the Empyrian and it is showing you who you are, your true powers. I'm so happy for you." "Thank you, Mother," he said, pausing. He needed her help and intended to put his faith in her. "But I don't know what to do. I'm so confused. I practically attacked a poor man in my room. But all I could think about was getting his Tor. What have I done? I've lost my men, I've failed my mission and I'm betraying everything I've spent my life building. I'm...I'm scared." "Oh, my dear Andreas. Of course you are, but you are doing so well! You've been so patient, and you need to keep going. I'm here for you. Alina will help you too if you let her. Soon we'll bring you to the Empress and she will help you find your purpose. I'm so proud of you darling." Her gloved hand reached up and caressed his face. The satin of her glove felt so nice against his smooth skin. "Be strong my love. All is going to plan. I'll be with you soon and as will your sister." She hugged him one more time, picked up the skirt of her dress, turned around and went through the same doors as she had the last time. They closed quietly behind her. His sister! That was good news. He had much to tell her. Andreas waited for the dream to end but nothing happened. He felt a tap on his shoulder. A gloved hand retreated from his shoulder and he followed it with his gaze up the arm past the shoulder and to the woman's face. It was Alina. She wore a light blue floor length sequined gown with a straight satin skirt, a slit up the right side that stopped only at the top of her thigh. She too wore opera length satin gloves with tiny satin covered buttons at each of her wrists. She had a low V-neck cut neckline, which was accentuated by her ample cleavage. She wore a matching satin choker and large dangling diamond earrings. Her make-up was much more involved then she wore during the day. Her eyes were in a smoky look and her lips were a sultry red, her hair was straight and fell to her shoulders. She was possibly the most beautiful woman Wahl had ever seen. "General, you startled me," he said picking up his own skirt and turning around to face her. "Alina, please. Call me Alina and I'm so sorry Andreas, I didn't mean to sneak up on you," she replied innocently. "You...you look... just stunning..." he said, suddenly at a loss for words. "Aren't you a charmer, but thank you Andreas," she said. She grabbed both his gloved hands and pulled them out to the side to look at him. "I think you look fabulous as well. Don't you feel better in that dress? It does suit you." Before he could think about it he quickly agreed with her. "I do love this dress, it feels wonderful..." He stopped before he said any more. Alina saw him catch himself and smiled. "Darling, you don't have to hide anything from me anymore. I know you prefer to be wearing this dress." She waived her hand around the hall "we're at a ball for goodness sake what else would you wear?" She grabbed his hand pulled him over and put her hand through his arm as a couple might. "Walk with me," she said. Again, Andreas felt the wonderful movement of the dress against his body. A few of the partygoers were looking at them. He sensed they were jealous. "Where are we anyway," he said as they started to walk back to the end of the long hall. "In the Empress's palace, in one of the great halls. You picked the spot dear and it is telling that you chose to be in ball gowns. It's quite a party your mind has thrown. You must be celebrating something." Wahl had done a lot of work and study on Virago and its history. He was familiar with the palaces and the Empress's palace in particular. This would be one of the People's Halls and the ornate furnishings he saw as he looked around seemed to confirm his theory. "But the better answer for you is this is the Empyrian. Now that you have started to take the Empyrian into you, we can communicate. Your mother is one of the few that can channel the Empyrian into someone who has not yet embraced it. That is why she has been able to come to you in your dreams. The Empyrian is a wonderful place and we have built our society, culture and religions in and from its energy. We have decided to share it with those unfortunate not to have access." she said, speaking close to him, almost secretively. Both her hands were now holding his arm. "You mean you are going to take over Elsmere and the rest of the continent," he stated. "Well...yes. You could put it that way, but really we are going to show the world the benefits of the Empyrian and you are going to help us," she said, squeezing his arm as she did. "I am? What could I possibly do?" he asked. "It was your mother who first came to know the role you will play. She has been putting these gears in motion for some time and I have to say, her clever plan seems to be working. I confess she brought me into the plan quite late, or I would not have visited you on your first day in the ward the way I did. I only knew you were a senior intelligence officer. I could have blown the whole plan by accident!" she said almost embarrassed. "What do you mean she set this in motion. How, I haven't seen or talked to her in over a decade. I frankly thought she was dead along with my sister," he lied. "I doubt you thought she was dead. You knew in your heart she wasn't. You could almost feel her in a way, couldn't you?" she asked. Wahl thought about it and nodded. "That is your nascent connection to the Empyrian working behind the scenes. That connection you have with your family." "Andreas, did you ever think it was odd for a Major in the intelligence service to be leading a mission into enemy territory? The captain we put in your room was reconnaissance. They are trained to go missions into hostile territory. What are you trained for? Which of your colleagues has done that?" she asked. That was a very good question. He had lobbied to be in command and remembered he was pleasantly surprised when his superiors had agreed to let him go. It was a long shot at best and he chalked it up to his deep knowledge and determination. "That was your mother's doing. She has been in and through the Elsmerian high command and has been architecting many things for the Empress. As I told you, she is a hero to our people, even though most don't know who she is." They had reached the end of the hall and Alina pushed open the door leading to a patio overlooking the grounds. It was a warm night and the fresh air smelled of flowers. They walked to the railing and stopped, Alina turned to face Wahl, taking his hands into hers. The touch of her gloves on his gloves was scintillating. "She is everything I thought she was then?" asked Wahl. He was surprised to feel proud of his mother despite the fact that she was responsible for his current predicament. "She is indeed," Alina agreed. She pulled him close and put her arms around him, the scent of her perfume lingering in his nose. She brought her face close to his. "You look very pretty tonight, Andreas. If the Empress hadn?t already claimed you I?d make you mine," she whispered to him. She then tilted her head and kissed him, deeply and passionately. He returned the kiss with gusto, feeling a wave of electricity wash over him. Her strong embrace pushed her breasts into him reminding him of his own tight garments. She let their lips linger, then pulled back and said to him, "Sleep well Andreas." The next think he knew he was awake in his bed. CHAPTER 10 The room was basically the same as when he had passed out. There was a better duvet now covering him. It was cream in color and had a rich, soft fabric. There appeared to be a few more plants and he could make out some new items placed on the vanity. Make-up perhaps? He rubbed his eyes. The table between the chairs seemed to have a few books. He felt a cool fabric against him and a familiar tug at his shoulders. He looked down. He was wearing a negligee, silver with black lacing along the neckline. His panties were still on as well and he could feel his manhood underneath. There was long silver robe that matched his negligee lying across the bed. He pulled back the duvet, swung his feet around and put his feet down. As he stood, the negligee fell down to its full length, about mid-calf. It felt extra smooth against his skin. As he put on the robe it occurred to him that maybe the reason the fabric felt so good on him was because all his body hair was gone. No way. He pulled the hem of the negligee up and inspected his legs. Where there had been thick somewhat coarse hair was now sparsely covered with soft fine strands. He swept the sleeve of the robe up and felt the faintest of peach fuzz hair on his forearms. He moved his hand up and felt his chest and stomach. His torso was completely smooth without a trace of the body or chest hair he had had since he was sixteen. He could feel his back too was devoid of hair. He slid his hand over the top of the negligee again and felt what were unmistakably the beginnings of a breast. His breast. He then brought his other hand to his chest and felt the sister breast on the other side. Both were barely a handful, but still. "What the hell," he said and walked into the bathroom. As he moved, the fabric slid freely across his now smooth skin and he was particularly aware of his nipples. They were far more sensitive than they had ever been. When he got to the sink, he studied his reflection. There was no facial hair left and his face was as smooth as it had been before he had hit puberty. His eyebrows were less pronounced, and his jawline was softer. His Adam?s apple, once a noticeable feature was barely there anymore. Inspecting his head, he saw that his hair had grown out some more as well. What had been a military haircut was now over his ears, thick and a bit wild. "What am I supposed to do with that?" he said out loud. Wahl leaned against the sink, holding his weight on his arms above the sink bowl. He put his head down just shaking it back and forth. He looked back up seeing a decidedly un-masculine version of himself staring back. Unbelievable. He next turned on the shower to get it warm and took to brushing his teeth while he waited. Once done he pulled off the robe, hung it on the hook by the shower, and slipped out of the negligee. It fell to the floor in a pile. He pulled down the panties and left them there as well. He checked to see if there was a towel and stepped in. The water was electric against is skin. Everything was more sensitive. His skin was soft and smooth all over especially his thighs and buttocks. There seemed to be no follicles at all. Where had the hair gone, he wondered? He hoped it wasn?t in the bed. He was also not thrilled that people kept coming in and changing him while he was passed out. He had liked the negligee however. He used the shampoo but didn?t use the conditioner he found next to it. He finished washing, taking extra time to lather his new hairless body and rub the soap around. He could feel the soft hair on his lower legs as the water ran down. He noticed a razor sitting next to the shampoo. What the heck, he thought. He spent the next few minutes first lathering then shaving his legs. He was careful to run the razor down his leg, with the ?grain? as it were, so he wouldn?t pull the hairs out. He was particularly careful around his knee and ankles, knowing this was where he would likely cut himself. Soon his whole right leg was clean and smooth. He did the same to his left leg before, satisfied, rinsing them both off. He looked at his arm pits. There was less hair, but still a small thicket of dark hair resided under each arm. This is a bad idea, he thought, knowing he would likely cause damage if he went hacking through there. He put his face under the water stream, turning to let the water wash down all of his body before turning off the water. He toweled off, wrapped his waist in the towel, and pulled on the robe. It occurred to him that he?d just shaved his legs for the first time ever and that he might need to put some lotion on. He looked behind the mirror and sure enough, there was body lotion there, which he liberally applied to his legs and thighs. His smooth legs felt wonderful but chilled against the cool lotion. He picked up the negligee and panties and walked into his room putting the garments on the bed. He was now wondering what he was going to wear today, not that the negligee and robe would be all bad, he thought with a smile. It occurred to him that Alina had said they would put some items for him in the closet. He walked to the door and cautiously turned the handle. The door swung open when he pushed and revealed a walk-in closet. On both sides of the closet garments were hanging. The right side had a few dresses in various lengths and another satin robe. Under them lined up neatly were a dozen different pairs of shoes from stiletto heels to trainers. On the left side had maybe a half dozen tops and a few skirts. Folded on the upper shelves on both sides were a few sweaters. There was a built-in chest of drawers at the end of the closet with six different drawers, a counter on top and a small mirror. A full-length mirror was opposite, by the door. He walked in and started pulling drawers open. The bottom two were sadly empty but in the fourth drawer down were a couple pairs of jeans. He went up to the third drawer and found a few leggings and what looked like workout tights and some workout tops and sports bras. The second drawer from the top had more chemises and nightgowns, a couple of camisoles and some satin pajama bottoms. The top drawer had an assortment of panties, stockings, garter belts, bras and bralettes. There were two sets of breast forms as well, small and large. He picked a pair of blue panties, similar to the ones he had just taken off, removed the towel, which dropped to the floor and pulled them up his smooth legs. Even the panties felt wonderful on him. He felt sexy and more than a little excited. He found a matching bralette and pulled it down over his chest. A sly grin broke out on his face. Get a hold of yourself Andreas. Jeez. You?re giddy like a schoolgirl, he thought. That made him smile again. He sighed, exhaling deeply. He positioned himself in front of the full- length mirror and studied his reflection. He looked different, not only because he had no body hair but also because he had lost weight. He really hadn?t eaten anything since the day he was captured. He reckoned he?d lost about 15 pounds. Still, he was shaped like a man, despite his thinner tummy. He spent the next 30 minutes trying all the items hanging in the closet. Everything strangely fit him. Reasonably well even. Andreas understood why the tops and skirts fit, but usually dresses always hung funny in his experience. Men didn?t have the hips to fill out dresses, their waistlines usually had more girth than women and their chests were usually smaller. Small hips, big waist, small chest, instead of the opposite.Bad proportions all the way around for how women?s garments were cut. Usually. This time however, the dresses hanging there all fit well. Perhaps the weight loss helped the fit? He changed bras and added a pair of the breast forms, which helped fill the space in the chest of the outfits. The silk linings of the dresses felt wonderful across his skin. He selected a navy-blue wool shift dress, a thin belt with a gold clasp and a pair of black patent leather heels about two inches high. He had always had slim feet but he was a little surprised he fit into a normal woman?s shoe. He stood in front of the full-length mirror and examined himself from several angles, satisfied. The General dressed like she worked at a high-power law firm so he figured he would be safe with this look. He hoped she would be visiting with him this morning and figured he should mimic her look. He walked out of the closet and remembered the vanity. He sat down smoothing his skirt behind him as he did and looked into the mirror. He grabbed the big brush and man handled his hair into order. It didn?t look good in that it was an odd length. A byproduct of the effect the Empyrian was having on him. He didn?t really know too much about makeup. He had dabbled with it at his apartment, but mostly stuck to lipstick and mascara, maximum effect, minimal hassle. But since he had a softer complexion now, he decided he would put a few light touches on. He picked up the mascara and ran the tiny brush through his lashes making them look fuller. As he did he looked more closely at his eyes. They had been brown his whole life but at closer inspection they now had green specks in them. "Huh," he said out loud. Next, he brushed just a little rouge on his cheekbone from the apple of his cheek back toward the top of his ear. He had watched his mother do this and was careful not to put too much on. Finally, he decided against a full lipstick, as he knew it might overpower his look and the illusion of femininity. He chose instead an understated colored moisturizer. The soft red gave him a subtler look that he felt more comfortable with, but still brought out his lip. His look done, he examined his handiwork. Not bad. Lipstick on a pig, he thought, but not bad. He stood up, careful not to twist his ankle in his heels. Walking around a bit, he was a little unsure of what to do next. He made the bed and then sat back down carefully in one of the chairs and examined the books. There were two by popular authors and two coffee table books about Virago below them. --- He had been caught. The tag to his silk panties had been hanging out of the back of his jeans when his shirt got un-tucked and one of the girls in the bar told him his underwear tag was showing. He flushed crimson red, blood running to his face. Seeing his face go ashen then blood red, the girl apologized, both because she knew men?s underwear didn?t have tags like that and because she hadn?t meant to embarrass him. He made excuses and left for his apartment, ashamed. That very night he purged his wardrobe of all things female. It wasn?t the first time and it wouldn't be the last. It was only a few months, however, before his familiar compulsion had him ordering silky things from an online lingerie store. --- He was about ten minutes into one of the coffee table tomes when the door opened. Alina walked in followed by Marta in her same uniform, Hanna in a smart skirt suit carrying a case of some sort and a porter with a tray filled with a pot, cups and saucers. Alina was a vision, as usual, with four-inch pointed toe heels in maroon, stockings on her legs, a black wool pencil skirt, matching maroon belt and a lovely cream-colored satin blouse with bishop sleeves that billowed around her forearms before being cuffed at the wrists. Her blonde tresses were pulled back in an elaborate ponytail. "Hello Andreas, you look lovely this morning. How are you getting on?" she asked, cheerfully. Andreas put the book on the ground by the side of the chair and stood up, again smoothly but cautiously in his heels. "I?m well, thank you General," he replied. Alina walked directly up to him gave him a small hug and two kisses of greeting, one on each cheek. Andreas?s eye darted over to Marta who watched him intently. "I?ve brought coffee this morning, I hope you don?t mind," she said. "Yes, of course, let me move the books for you," he replied and quickly piled the books on the floor. He was careful to bend at the knee and not the hip like men do as he lowered the books to the ground. It was an odd movement to him but he felt he needed to play the part. The porter with the coffee set the tray down, made sure everything was perfect and retreated from the room with a soft ?thank you? from Alina. "Now let me get a look at you. Turn around," she said as she made a circular motion with her hand. Andreas obliged and did a sort of pirouette. "Well, I must say I love the outfit on you, and you seem confident in the shoes. Bravo. You have done a nice job with your makeup," she said bringing her thumb up to his cheek and blending the rouge just a bit. She then reached up and ran her hand through his hair. "The hair I?m not thrilled about. We?ll have to see about that," she said over her shoulder, presumably to Hanna the stylist. She gave his hair one more little tussle. "I have a treat for you, and I think it will add to your look," she said still looking over his outfit. "Hanna, will you please come pierce Andreas? ears?" she asked not turning to look at Hanna. "Of course, ma?am," she replied. She then walked to the bed, laid the case down and opened it preparing her tools. "Please come over here Andreas," she asked waving him over. Andreas crossed the space and stood in front of Hanna looking into her case. He wasn?t going to let Alina know he was hesitant to do this, but, well, he was hesitant to get holes punched through his ears. He figured this was part of it and he?d already crossed the Rubicon, as it were. "In for a penny, in for a pound," he thought to himself. Hanna pulled on some medical gloves and opened a medical grade alcohol wipe and looked at Andreas. "Can you just pull your hair away from your ears a bit please?" she asked. Andreas obliged, sweeping away what little hair was able to get to his earlobe. She wiped his ears with the medical wipe and then pulled out a piercing gun. She brought it up to Andreas?s left ear, lined it up and sent the needle through the soft flesh of his lobe. Andreas winced but held still. She handed him gauze and asked him to hold it on his ear. Hanna cleaned the gun and then his ear with two more wipes and pierced Andreas?s right ear. "Now Hanna, could you show him his new earrings? These are a special gift from your mother, Andreas," she said. Hanna pulled out a jewelry box form her case and stepped back to Andreas. She situated the box and opened the case facing him. Inside were an exquisite pair of diamond stud earrings, likely more than a carat each and another set of small silver ball earrings. Wahl was shocked by both the size and how much he loved them. "Well what do you think?" Alina asked. "Wow...I?m stunned," he stammered. "They?re beautiful." "Now the diamonds are for you during the day, but the more pedestrian looking ones are for you to wear at night. You need to leave earrings in at all times for the first couple of weeks or the hole will close up. Hanna, let me put those in for him," Alina said. Hanna held out the box and the General carefully took each of the diamond earrings from the tray that held them. She then put one each into each of Andreas?s ears, being sure the backing was on properly so neither of the studs would go missing. It was an odd sensation and the earrings stung a bit. There was now weight pulling at his ear. He shook his head side-to-side feeling the studs bobble in his ear lobes. Alina took Wahl by the arm and walked him to the vanity. He bent down to look into the mirror. "They look stunning on you, really lovely! I think they suit you. Catrine will be so pleased!" she said with enthusiasm. "Now, let?s have some coffee." Hanna asked if there was anything else they needed and hearing that they did not, packed the case and left them to their coffee. Alina and Andreas took their usual seats. "Let me Alina," Andreas said using the familiar form of her name as she had asked him to in his dream. Besides, with his hands doing something maybe he wouldn?t play with the studs in his ear. He picked up the coffee pot in his right hand and aligned a cup with his left, filling it with a small tilt of his wrist. "Milk? Sugar?" he asked. "Neither, thank you Andreas," she said smiling. He was quite the hostess this morning she thought. Andreas filled his cup and put a splash of cream in it. He sat back and smoothed the skirt of his dress again, crossing his legs at the ankle. They both sat up straight and sipped their coffee. He looked at Marta and wondered if she were still angry with him. "Well, I really only wanted to see you for myself this morning and deliver you your gift. You?ve been doing well and so, as you see, we?ve put a few more things in the room to reward you," she said. She looked him up and down again. "I see you?ve made good use of your things. Please keep it up. It does make it so much easier for everyone, don?t you think?" Andreas nodded. He wasn?t trying to make it easy; he just hadn?t really found a way to do anything other than follow along. The Empyrian and its effect on him was the real intangible. He had found its pull rather hard to ignore. In actuality, he was finding it hard now to think about anything else. It seemed to be pushing him and controlling him, overriding his normal inhibitions and self-discipline. Truth be told, he hadn?t put much effort into escape since he first took in Dr. Capstone?s Tor. Still, his training was hard to unlearn and the military man in him nagged at him. That part of him felt he should put some effort into escaping his situation. Perhaps he could shake things up just a bit today. Without putting much thought into it he looked at Alina and said "When you go, would it be alright if Marta stayed for a moment longer? You have the other guard with you, and as you keep pointing out to me, any one of these women could over power me. It won?t be but a moment." "Hmm..." Alina thought out loud. There had to be something he was angling at, but Marta was among the best in the business. She had seen Marta subdue three male prisoners at one time by herself, in fact, sending one of them to the hospital ward. "Well, I suppose that is up to Marta. Marta, would you mind staying back and talking with Andreas?" "No General," she said clearly. "If you feel it is worth the time I?ll stay here." "Very well, there you go. Now again, best not to try anything. We?ll be watching." "Of course," Wahl said. "I promise not to overpower her, take all her keys and let the other animals out of the zoo. Just a chat, I promise," he said. He and Alina made small talk while they finished their coffee. "Why don?t you keep the tray and finish the coffee. I?ll send the porter back to get it later," Alina said. She stood to leave. Andreas stood as well and gave her a kiss on both cheeks. Alina and the other guard left, and he and Marta were now alone. She walked into the center of the room. "Ok, you?ve got me here, what do you want?" she asked. "Coffee?" Wahl asked. "No, thank you. I?m fine," she replied. Wahl walked closer to her (but not too close). "Just wanted to say I was sorry about yesterday. I?m sure it startled you to be, ah, used like that. I was wondering if I can make us square." "That won?t be necessary," she replied quickly. "I understand, but still," he said. He gathered his thoughts and with a small gesture sent the slightest of energy waves over to Marta, just a twinge to start to get her aroused. "I was thinking I could make it up to you," he said. He sent another small wave over to her. "Make it up to me how?" she asked. In that moment her cheeks got a small flush. He sent another small wave to build on the prior ones. "Oh...I don?t know. Something worthy of how a prisoner should properly treat his guard. Can you think of anything?" he asked innocently, relishing that the shoe was on the other foot now. By now she was aware of what he was doing. She had shifted her balance between her two feet a couple of times. He sent another wave and she exhaled just audibly. "Something demeaning to pay you back for the embarrassment?" she asked, seeming to catch on to where this was going. Another wave. "I agree," he said, cautiously taking another step toward her. "I think it needs to be a big gesture as well, so it?s clear where you are in the hierarchy and where I am." Another wave, this one a little bigger. He could sense that she was fully aroused now and wet. She was thinking about something, perhaps whether to stay or simply leave the room. "As restitution, I?ll accept your grand gesture," she said. Another wave, this one seemed to get her full attention. "Wahl, come remove my jacket and put it neatly on the chair. And if you try anything I?ll break both your arms" she said. Wahl slowly closed the distance as she unbuttoned her jacket. He stepped to her side and held the jacket as she doffed it. Another wave. He folded it and neatly put it on the chair while she removed her utility belt. He turned and made a point to click his heels on the floor as he walked back to her. The outfit underneath her jacket was not leggings as he originally thought but rather a one piece. There were no sleeves, which was likely why the uniform had the jacket. Wahl?s military mind reckoned this was the summer uniform. Either way, it showed off a killer athletic build. The fabric was stretchy and pliable and would allow full range of motion. It also looked as though it would be difficult to penetrate, providing some added defensive benefit. She looked like some sort of super hero equestrian. "Now, what did you have in mind, Marta?" he asked. Another wave. She was clearly flushed now. "It?s Captain, prisoner. Now unzip my uniform," she said. She pulled her hair aside so Wahl could get to the zipper. He unzipped it slowly, sending a long constant wave of energy at her as he did. She audibly exhaled and her back was now hot with a sex flush. He got the zipper to the bottom and stepped back. He resisted the urge to rip her uniform away and send her into orgasm. He would be patient to receive his reward. Marta pulled her uniform off her top, pulling her arms out of the armholes smoothly. She stepped over to the bed then pulled the bodysuit down over her hips and down her legs. She had on a sort of sports bra and athletic underwear. Another wave was sent rolling through her. She sat on the bed. "Take my boots off," she said. He obliged, lining them standing up at the corner of the bed. She pulled the uniform the rest of the way off. "Come here," she said. He walked in front of her and she quickly undid his small belt. "Turn around," she ordered. Another strong wave. "Oh..." she let out as she pulled Andreas?s zipper down. Wahl could sense her building desire reaching its peak. She would not be able to stop herself at this point. He let the dress fall to the floor. She pulled him on to the bed and slid up so that her head was even with the pillows. Wahl brought her to a simmer with another wave. At this point, her professionalism was "Eat my pussy, prisoner!" she ordered, pulling down her panties and motioning for Wahl to take them off. "Yes, Captain," he replied. Wahl examined her body thinking of the best way to accomplish his mission. She had firm, if smallish breasts and a wash board stomach, her "four pack" abs clearly visible. His gaze continued down and he discovered Marta was devoid of pubic hair. Further down still, her legs looked like they were strong enough to slice him in half if he got out of line. He brought her smooth legs up over his shoulders, slowly for effect, and then hunched down. First, he kissed her inner thighs leaving the rest of his lip color there. He then gently parted the lips of her sex and slowly stuck his tongue in. It slid in and she let out a moan. Then he went to work, licking and sucking her clitoris, working his tongue and fingers in and around her sex. He quickly gave her the first orgasm. The Tor washed through him, hitting him like a drug. Stars appeared in his vision. He brought her legs down to the bed, and then lay next to her sliding his two fingers into her wet cunt as he did and thrusting them back and forth. He watched her. She was now grabbing her own breasts as Carla had, hand up and under her sports bra. He brought her to a second orgasm and she reached for his groin in a fit of lust. "That?s not for you Captain," he said. Frustrated she put her arms up over her head. "Then you need to get your tongue back in my pussy prisoner, now!" she barked at him, almost agitated. She told him to lie down on his back and she straddled his head. She ripped off her bra and began stroking her breasts as he pleasured her. They spent another 15 minutes this way before his neck ached and his tongue started to go numb. Thankfully by now she was begging him to stop and fell to the bed beside him. He leaned over her and suckled her breasts as he let the Tor rush subside in him. She cooed as he did and gently rubbed her own clitoris, enjoying the post cunnilingus glow. Soon, Andreas got off the bed and redressed, letting her relax. He went to the vanity and reapplied the lip color and blush. As he brushed on the color, he studied himself in the mirror. He now had a very real problem. He was hopelessly addicted to the Tor and he was developing a bit of a tolerance for it. Though she had climaxed a half dozen times, he did not feel faint or woozy. Marta sat up. "Mmm... come here prisoner," she said. He walked to side of the bed and sat down. She grabbed his head and forcefully, passionately kissed him. "What a good fuck," she said. "Your lipstick is smudged." She laughed and slid toward the end of the bed. In just a few moments she had redressed and was standing next to the bed. He walked over to her. She smoothed his dress and looked in his eyes. "Be good, or I?ll come down here and kick your ass myself, Major." She winked at him, turned and left. Andreas chuckled. It occurred to him though, that he had not heard the telltale sound of the door locking.