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Explanations -- A Political Dabble
By Ellie Dauber © 2020
Yes, this is another politically biased story. I just couldn't resist
the notion.
The President slammed the report don on his desk. "Too damn many
pages," he muttered. "I've told them, and I've told them no more than
two pages... and large type."
He leaned back in his chair. The TV remote was in the top drawer of the
desk. It wouldn't do to have it out where it might be photographed. He
reached for it, then stopped. He didn't feel like Fox. He wanted
something _more_, something _special_. He flipped the intercom.
"Genna, no calls - no _nothing_ for the next two hours."
"Yes, Mr. President." Staff was used to such requests. They came on a
weekly basis, more often, sometimes.
He stood up and walked over to a small door set in the south wall of the
Oval Office, barely noticeable next to a bookcase and half-hidden by a
curtain. He opened the door and walked through, carefully closing it
behind him. He turned the small knob that locked it.
"The Nap Room," he called it. It was a small room, probably a closet
originally; no furnishings except a lamp on a small dark wood bedtable,
a rack for his jacket and tie, and a _very comfortable_ couch. A
watercooler and a supply of paper cups stood next to the door. It was
someplace for the President to take an hour or so to just rest his eyes
and his mind. If he got the chance.
He smiled as he took off his jacket and draped it over the rack. He
unknotted his red silk tie and set that on top of it. Then he glanced
over at the door - just to be sure. Locked. With a sigh of relief, he
kicked off his shoes and dropped his pants. He was careful, _very
careful_ to straighten the pants as he lay them down atop the jacket and
tie.
He opened the drawer of the bedtable. He pushed aside the wind-up timer
and the spare cellphone. The pills were in two bottles in the back of
the drawer. The first were the big white ones that everybody knew
about. The second were the tiny purple ones, the special activator
pills that Jeff Epstein had stumbled on during a trip to North Africa.
A second activator pill would reverse the process. He took one of each,
washing them down with a cup of water.
The effects hit immediately, a sudden chill that ran through his body.
He began to shrink, shedding inches of height and pounds of body fat,
vanished by the magic of the pills. In moments he was a foot shorter,
barely five feet tall, and weighed about 110 pounds. His shirt was like
a tent; the sleeves falling far past his hands. His undershorts slid
off his hips and sank down around his ankles.
Now more changes hit. His hair darkened to amber and grew down past his
shoulders. His face rounded as the wrinkles and creases of age melted
away. Wrinkles and signs of vanished from his body, as well. The
figure was now no more than fifteen or sixteen years old.
And feminine.
All body hair disappeared, except for a patch at his groin. He felt a
_stretching_ on his chest as his nipples rose, pushed out by small
mounds, breasts that swelled to a pretty, perky 32 B. His arms were
slender, supple. His fingers now thinner, bit longer, too. When
there'd been time - like on Jeff's island -- they might be manicured and
painted.
His waist narrowed as his hips swelled out to the inverted heart-shape
of a young female. He felt himself grow hard, but then there was the
delight - it almost felt like a caress - as his member soften, shrank
away. It sank down between the two lips that had been his scrotal sack.
The caress seemed to move into him as his male organs became their
female counterparts.
She was _Dawn_ now. She pushed up her sleeves past her hands and
quickly unbuttoned her shirt. She stepped out of her briefs and took
off the shirt, tossing it onto her other masculine clothes. She could
see her legs, now long and coltish, with rounded, inviting thighs.
Hurrying now, she arranged herself on the couch, head raised to watch
better, legs spread for better access. She reached down, three fingers
together caressing her tender, new clit. The rest of her hand moving in
and out of her new opening.
The delight, the warmth of arousal spread through Dawn. Her other hands
kneaded her breast, playing with one turgid nipple. As she reached the
first of what would be several orgasms this afternoon, she screamed in
pleasure - the room was soundproofed. "Oh... oh, G-d, I _LOVE_
chloramphenicol!"
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