Author's Note:This is a VERY dark AF tale. It contains obscenity, the rape of two girls(males transformed by the Medallion), and the ravings of a very sick mind.(Not me, the narrator, and no cracks, please, about not being able to tellthe difference.)Those who are offended by such stories are politely asked to go away andread something else. Those who question the validity and/or appropriatenessof such stories are reminded that worse events are to be found in detail inboth the works of Shakespeare and the King James Bible.This was an experiment, a thought piece to see what would happen if a trulynasty man found the Medallion and decided to use it for his own purposes.****************************************************************************I have not always hated Don Kuzak.When we were both salesman, I almost liked him. Almost. We each had ourseparate client lists. Since the company frowned on in house raiding, wedidn't bother one another very often. I do admit to being galled by hissuccess. He'd come to the company fresh out of college, and, in five years,he'd become the top salesman. I, on the other hand, had been with thecompany almost fifteen years. My accounts were good, usually well above thequotas, but I was one of three or four salesmen who took turns making themost sales in a given month.Kuzak beat the bunch of us most of the time. Worst of all, he was soingratiating about it. He called it dumb luck even as he beat us monthafter month. With his boyish grin, he actually got the others to accept it.Even to like him.I began to hate him.Then Jack Markham retired. Jack had been head of Sales for as long as I'dworked for the company. He was a very good salesman in his own right, butas an administrator, he had to keep a smaller customer list. He was nocompetition. I'd heard rumors of his leaving about a year before his actualretirement, and I decided that I wanted his job.We'd been casual friends for years, but I decided to play up to the man. Imanaged to accidentally run into him at a school play his son was in andcomplimented him on how well the boy was in a minor role. When he couldn'tget his car started one rainy afternoon, I gave him a lift home. (Too bad,the spark plug wire had snapped, wasn't it.) At the same time, I put alittle extra effort into my accounts. I never beat Kuzak's monthly total,but I came close. I might have felt bad about it, but I knew -- even ifthey all denied it -- that the others were trying to do the same sort ofthing.About a week before he left, we all threw Jack a retirement party.Everybody in the office came, even old man Brooks, the C.E.O. I had beentalking to some of Jack's clients -- no sense letting anybody else get achance at them -- so I invited them, too. I just asked them not to say thatit was me who told them about the party.As the party was winding down, Brooks called for everyone to be quiet. Saidhe had to make a couple of announcements. He called Jack up and made along, stupid speech about what a good man Jack was and how sorry the companywas to lose him. Then he gave Jack a plaque that named him "SalesmanEmeritus" and a check that represented an extra one percent commission onall his sales for the past six months. It came to several thousand dollars.I didn't know that Jack's accounts were _that_ good.Jack smiled and held up the check for everybody to see. He said how happyhe'd been with the company and how sorry he was to be retiring. Then heasked Brooks if he could make the other announcement. Brooks nodded. Jacksaid how much he loved the company and how he wanted to leave the SalesDepartment in good hands. He talked about the merits of every salesman inthe office, even the ones who were barely making quota. I was one of thelast he mentioned, and I was glad to hear all the nice things he had to say.They were all true, of course.Then he started to talk about Don Kuzak. He said how Don had gotten andheld the record for top sales. He also told us that the re-organization ofrecords that he'd put into effect about two months before had been Don'sidea. That re-organization had been troublesome to learn, even if it dideventually cut each salesman's record keeping time by a third. He mentioneda few other changes that had gone through in the past two years and saidthat they were all Don's ideas.I knew what was coming. I gritted my teeth and tried to wish it away, but Istill heard it. "That's why, with Mr. Brooks' permission, I'm happy toannounce that Don Kuzak is my replacement as head of Sales." Then all thosestupid sheep at the party began to clap. Don came up and shook Jack's hand,and the two of them walked away with Mr. Brooks to talk in Jack's office.Jack and Don came back a few minutes later, and Jack began introducing Donto all his clients, including the ones that _I'd_ invited to the party andthat _I'd_ been working on for the last few weeks. Don gave them each hiscard and promised to get back to them in a day or two. In the end, I onlygot about a third of them. Don got the rest.After he settled into Jack's office, Don gave up about half of his accountlist. He spread them out over the entire sales staff saying that he wantedto be fair. I got a few crumbs, of course. Don said that they were goodaccounts, but I knew better. I didn't waste my time talking to them, and,sure enough, they all went to other salesmen. A few even dropped uscompletely. Don had the gall to yell at me for losing those accounts. Heasked why I'd let other guys on the staff take over some of the accountshe'd given me.I told him that I was busy servicing my regular accounts. Maybe my salesthe last couple months had dropped some, but I was still well above quotaand didn't need him hassling me.He had the nerve to ask if something was the matter, if I was having anysort of problem, and if there was anything he could do to help. "You candie," I thought. Aloud, I said that things were just a little rough at themoment, but I expected to be okay. I actually had to thank him foroffering, so he wouldn't suspect what I really thought of him. It washumiliating, but I knew that I had to do it. I couldn't have him on hisguard, couldn't have him watching me.*****I found the Medallion of Zulo about a week later at a flea market. I'd gonelooking for old cassette tapes. I collect tapes of artists of the 70s and80s. There wasn't anything really interesting at the few dealers sellingtapes, so I decided to just look around. Sometimes, somebody will just renta table to sell off junk from their attic or wherever, and they'll have atape or two among the stuff. Usually, they don't know the value of whatthey have, and I've gotten some real bargains that way.I saw the Medallion in a box with a bunch of junk jewelry. I've heard aboutit for years. It has its own section on several of the urban legends websites. Anyway, I recognized it at once; a gaudy looking brass disk with apicture of what I'd call a fairy inside a border of writing that I couldn'tread. Hell, the writing almost looked like it was just a mass of squigglesengraved to fill up the rest of the disk. Maybe it was, just some oldartist's idea of what Summarian or Urdu, or whatever fool language it wassupposed to be looked like.I had to buy it. Just like the legends said, it was cheap, $1.75. If itdidn't work, I was out next to nothing. I stopped at a table selling kid'sclothes and bought jeans, a sweatshirt, and undershorts for a boy abouttwelve years old. I told the woman that I had a nephew coming for a visitand I wanted to have a set of spare clothes in case his mother didn't packenough. She sold me a pair of sneakers, too. I gave her all of $5. If theMedallion did work, I'd need them.It worked!I got home and locked my apartment door. I went into my bedroom and tossedthe boy's clothes on the bed. Then I put the chain that went with theMedallion around my neck and touched it to the boy's jeans. My hand tingledwhen I did. The tingling spread through my body. A few minutes later, Inoticed that my clothes were beginning to feel big on me. I undressed andwalked over to the mirror on my bedroom door.It was like watching one of those special effects on TV, only this was live.I got smaller and thinner. The belly I'd gotten from too many years as acouch potato vanished. My hair darkened from sandy brown to jet black andbegan to curl. My skin seemed to be getting a little darker, too. My eyeschanged from hazel to brown, and my face got thinner with a longer,misshapen (probably broken) nose and a slightly pointy chin. I continuedshrinking, growing younger. In a half hour, the reflection in the mirrorshowed a skinny boy about twelve years old of obvious Mediterranean ancestryinstead of the middle-aged Swede I normally saw.I let out a whoop, surprised at my new voice. Whoever had worn the clotheslast hadn't quite finished going through puberty. My voice cracked a coupletimes. I remembered when I really was that age and how -- more than once --I'd been mistaken for my late mother when I answered the phone.I walked over to the bed and got dressed. I looked at my clock radio. Itwas about 2:15. I wouldn't be able to use the Medallion to change backuntil well after Midnight. I went into the living room, stretched out onthe sofa, and watched an afternoon of college football.About 6, I grew hungry. I didn't feel like cooking, so I called the localpizzeria. They didn't recognize my voice and called back to confirm. WhenEddie, their regular deliveryman came with the pizza, he didn't recognizeme. He almost wouldn't give me the beer that I'd ordered! Fortunately, I'dbeen smart enough to order a Coke, also. I said the beer was for my uncle(my real self) and paid him. I even gave him a tip, something I don't oftendo, because I was so happy that the Medallion worked.I ate about a third of the pizza and put the rest away for later. Normally,I eat more, but for the time being, I had a smaller stomach. I also noticedthat the beer tasted bitter to me. My new body just wasn't used to alcohol.The beer hit me harder, too. A lot harder. I laid down on the sofa andfell asleep.I awoke about a three in the morning. I went back into the bedroom andstripped off my clothes. This was the final test. I put the Medallion backon and touched it to the adult slacks that I'd put on the day before. Ifelt the tingling again, and in a half hour, I was back in my original body.Don Kuzak was mine!*****I spent the rest of the weekend plotting my revenge.There were so many possibilities. I could turn him into an infant or an oldman, even an animal. I decided that I wanted to humiliate him, to not bepunished for what I did, and to make some money at the same time. It took awhile for the idea to come to me -- genius is never fast, but when it did, Iknew that this was what I wanted.I drove to Carver College the next weekend. It was about fifty miles away,and the football team was playing out of state, so I knew the campus wouldbe somewhat deserted. I wandered around, waiting for just the right person.After about an hour, I saw him, a big brute of a man, about 6 foot two andwell muscled, wearing a Carver T-shirt."Excuse me," I said, tapping him on the shoulder.He looked down at me. "Yeah, what d'you want, mister.""Your shirt. My son's a big Carver fan. He was in a car accident, and hisCarver shirt was wrecked. I promised to get him another one, but thecollege store is closed.""Gee, that's too bad.""I'll give you $20 for your shirt." The bastard smiled. He thought he hadme over a barrel. In a way, he did, but I was willing to go a lot higherthan the $35 I eventually paid for a $15 shirt. He didn't know that. Healso didn't know that in a week or two, the FBI would be asking him a lot ofquestions about a crime that he didn't commit. I hoped that he wouldn't belucky enough to have a good alibi.About half way back home from Carver, I stopped at a large mall. I boughttwo packages of panties, a couple blouses, and a pair of girl's jeans at ateen shop. I bought an extra large man's sweatsuit and a set of men'ssandals at another store. I made several purchases at the hardware store,chains, padlocks and such. Finally, I managed to buy an insulin kit at thepharmacy.My mother had died about two years before of a number of problems, includingdiabetes. I'd had to give her injections sometimes, and I still had herprescriptions among her papers. It was open ended, and this pharmacistdidn't know she was dead. I told him we were traveling, and I'd justdiscovered that I hadn't packed a kit in case she needed it. I paid himextra, saying that I didn't want the doctor to know that I'd been socareless. The fool took the extra $50 and sold me the kit. The kit camewith a set of seven syringes.Sunday, I used the Medallion and the T-shirt to change into a double forthat stupid jock. I drove out into the country and rented a hunting cabinabout twenty miles from town for the rest of the season. It was perfect,nice and secluded with no way to tell where you were without walking acouple miles down a dirt road. I told the owner that I was going to bebringing my fiancG up now and again, so she could try her hand at countryliving. That got me a promise from the old goat who owned the place thatnobody would bother us.
I picked up some supplies and headed back to town.I also picked up a couple changes of clothes for this new body I wasborrowing.Now I was ready.*****I had some sales calls to make the next Friday afternoon, meetings with afew of my regular customers and a cold call on one new possibility.Normally, if the meetings ran long, I wouldn't not go back to the officeafterward. It was standard practice.I made the meetings with my regulars. The cold call was a fake. I used theMedallion to change into the jock Tuesday evening and left a phone messagefor myself on the office voice mail asking for a meeting on Friday at a fakeaddress. I did the same to a few of the others in the office usingdifferent addresses for each one. If anybody investigated, the most likelyconclusion was that someone wanted to get us all out of the office.I drove home and turned myself into the jock. I changed into his sweatsuitand drove back to the office. All the gear I needed was already in asuitcase in my trunk. It was about 5:30, and, as I'd expected, Don was theonly one there. The little suck-up liked to be the last one out at the endof the day. I locked the front door, so no one could surprise me, and wentinto his office. I drew a gun and told him to keep quiet. Then I had himsit still while I tied him to his chair.Once he was tied down, I took the syringe from the suitcase and injected himwith 25 CCS of a narcotic that the doctors had prescribed for my mother inthe last days of her illness. I got the stuff the same way I got theinsulin kit, another stop at another pharmacy outside of town. Thatdoctor's open-ended prescription and a few dollars slipped to a pharmacisthad gotten me all I'd need.As soon as Don was asleep, I put the Medallion around his neck and rubbedthe teen-aged girl's panties against it. It was amazing to watch thechanges as he shrank down within his male clothes. His brown hair grew outdown past his shoulders, while his face softened and grew feminine. Thefive o'clock shadow that any man would have at the end of the daydisappeared. His hands grew thin and the nails lengthened. Even though hisclothes were much too big, I could see breasts pushing out the front of hisshirt.In a half hour the change was finished. Since no one had every worn theclothes before, Don now had the body he would have had if he had been born afemale. Only it was the body as it would have been in her teens, instead ofas an adult. Actually, much as I hated to admit it, the little S.O.B.looked rather cute.I checked to see if he was still unconscious from the drug. He was. Iuntied him, catching him as he slumped over in the chair. Then I undressedhim, and put his male clothes in the suitcase. He definitely made a prettygirl. The breasts were small but firm, the waist narrow, and the hips wide. He had long legs with a feminine curve that would look good in heels.The most amazing thing for me was that his male "equipment" was gone,replaced by the familiar female slit surrounded by a small mass of fuzzybrown hair.I put his legs into the panties and pulled them up around his waist. Then Istuck his arms through the sleeves of a blouse and pulled it down over hishead. His new breasts pushed out the front of the blouse, and I could seethe nipples against the pattern of the fabric. I pulled the pair of jeansup onto his legs and buttoned them. He certainly had a narrow waist, now.The shoes took a little time. I'd had to guess at the size, and they were alittle small at first. But he still had the Medallion around his neck.After I touched the Medallion with one of the shoes, his feet shrank down asize, and the shoes fit perfectly.I took the Medallion off Don and put it, the syringe kit, and the rope backin the suitcase. Then I pinned the ransom note to his chair. I'd pastedthe note together a few nights before, while I was in the jock's body. Hiswould be the only fingerprints on it. I hope the smug bastard put that $35he got for that T-shirt to good use. He wasn't going to be enjoying thingsfor some time.I picked up Don and half threw him over my shoulder. Between his new,smaller body and the jock's strength, I could manage him one-handed. Ipicked up the suitcase and headed out the door. In five minutes, we were onour way. Don was sleeping soundly in the back seat. I stopped about a milefrom the office and used a pay phone to report a robbery at the office.Another bit of evidence against the jock, since the police now had his voiceon tape, a voice that sounded nothing like my own, I should add. I circledback past the office about twenty minutes later. There were two police carsin the parking lot.I made it to the cabin without any trouble. The dose I gave Don was goingto last him a couple of hours more at least, but I wanted to be ready forthe surprise when he -- or should I say she, now -- woke up. I took her inand laid her down on the bed. Then I took off her shoes and pants. Ifastened a leather cuff to her each ankle and wrist, using a small butsturdy lock to hold the cuff in place. Then I attached a chain to the cuffon her right ankle. The other end of the chain was attached to the bedframe. Just to slow her down, I used another chain on the cuff around herleft wrist.If I took of the wrist cuff, she could get out of bed to walk around or goto the small bathroom, but that was all. The window in the room was justbeyond the reach of the chain. A shutter across the bottom kept her fromseeing -- being seen by -- anyone walking nearby. The door to the main roomwas also beyond reach. In fact, after I re-arranged some of the furniture,there was nothing really within reach of the chain.With the wrist cuff on, she'd be stuck in the bed. If would be a lastresort to threaten her with, if I wanted to put a little extra fear intoher.I went into the main room and nuked myself some supper. After I ate, I tooka folding chair into the bedroom and waited for the fun to start.I didn't have too long to wait. She woke up about ten minutes after I satdown."Who are you, and what the hell did you do to me," she said, opening hereyes. She tried to move her arms and felt the cuff around her wrist. "Whatthe hell? Why am I chained?"I smiled. "I didn't want you over-reacting," I said. "As to who I am, callme Bob. As to what I did, take a close look for yourself."She looked down and stared at her new body. "Breasts! I -- I've gotbreasts!""Of course you do, Ms. Kuzak. All girls do.""Girls, but I'm not a girl.""No? Take a good look at yourself. Touch your tits. See how good itfeels. Then you can reach down and see how wet it makes your new pussy.Yes, you've got one of those, too.""This -- this is impossible.""Not really -- Donna. Yes, that's your name for the time being. I won'ttell you how I did it, but I will tell you why. I've kidnaped you, and I'mholding you for ransom. Cooperate and when the money comes, you get yourold body back. Try anything funny, and you go back to Vartex Corporation asa teenage girl.""You're crazy. Why kidnap me?""Why not? The police know you've been kidnaped, so does the press. I don'tlike Vartex, and the company will look real bad if it doesn't pay a measly100 thousand to get back one of its people. If it does pay, well, I canalways use the money for even more mischief.""They'll come looking for me.""That's right. They'll come looking for a man in his late twenties. Whyshould they be interested in a girl in her teens. And in case you thinkotherwise, my appearance is as real -- or as _un_real as your own. I'll bechanging myself back later _whatever_ happens to you."Don thought about that for a minute. She had no way changing back if shedidn't cooperate. She looked down at her pretty new body and frowned. "Canyou at least untie my wrist?""Later -- maybe. In the meantime, here's something else to thing about.n Ireached down and began to play with her breasts, kneading them like dough."No, stop it! Let me alone! She tried to bat away my hand, but I was toostrong for her and kept on playing with her breasts."I just wanted to prove that what you see is real -- Donna."I stuck a finger out and started playing with her nipples. I could see fromthe expression on her face that I was getting to her. My ex-wife used tosay that I had a definite talent for foreplay. She said it was one of thefew things she really liked about me. It must not have been enough since wewere only married a couple years before the bitch divorced me. It took somedoing on the part of my lawyer -- he charged me enough for it -- but hemanaged to prove she'd been fooling around, and I got out without anyalimony payment.Don was still telling me to stop, but her voice was getting funny, kind ofbreathy. She was shaking her head and twisting her body to try to get awayfrom me. At least, it seemed like she wanted to get away. I decided thatI'd had enough fun. "Think about _that_ for a while, Donna.n I headed forthe door, but I turned back towards her just before I went out. "We'll havetime for all sorts of fun. I turned out the light and shut the door behindme.A few hours later, I was asleep on the couch in the living room. It wasn'tas comfortable as the bed would have been, but I wanted Don alone in thatback room. Besides, the couch was wide and fairly comfortable. Suddenly,Don woke me up with her screaming for help.I ran into the bedroom and turned on the light. We both blinked at itssudden brightness. "There's no use shouting. There's nobody around but meto hear.""I need to be unchained.""Why should I do that?""I just need to. She hesitated a moment. "Please.""Why should I?""I have -- I have to go to the bathroom."I'd suspected as much. That was why I'd chained her; so she'd have to askto go. The squirming around would remind her of the changes to her body,and having to ask would remind her who was in charge. I smiled and watchedher.It would have been tempting to just make her pee in the bed. I'd readsomeplace that the technique was used to break spies. It would certainlyhumiliate her. But it would also smell, and I'd -- no, she'd -- have tochange the bed linen. Serve her right, too. But I had other plans.I went into the other room and took the keys from where I'd hidden them. Iwent back in and told her to lie face down on the bed. She flopped over.That put her arm across her back, since the chain wasn't long enough to holdit any other way. I unlocked the chain from the cuff and fastened it to thebed frame for later. Then I stood up and stepped back from the bed."Okay, you can go.""What about the chain on my ankle?""What about it? It's long enough that you can reach the john. It stayson."She started to argue, but the need to pee was getting stronger. Girlsaren't built to hold it like guys are. She glared at me then headed to thebathroom."Remember to sit down," I said as she went in.She glared again, then reached down to her panties. Then she stopped. "Hey,there's no door. What about some privacy?""What about it? Why do you want it, _Miss Kuzak_?""Damn you to hell," she said. She pulled down the panties and sat on thepot. I noticed that she was holding her hands demurely on her lap as iftrying to hide her new "equipment". I just leaned back against the doorframe and watched.After a minute or so, she seemed to be finished and started to stand up."Don't forget to wipe," I said. "You wouldn't want it to get all smelly.nShe glared at me again, but she wadded up some paper and delicately wiped ather crotch. She stood up, pulled the panties quickly back up, and headedback towards the bed.As she walked past me, I reached down and stroked her butt with a finger.She jumped about a foot and turned to slap me. I was ready for her andgrabbed her hand. I put my other arm around her waist and pulled hertowards me. She opened her mouth to say something, and I french kissed her.I felt her breasts against my chest, and it felt like the nipples werepushing out. That got me a little hot, and I ground my erect penis againstthe front of her panties.She panicked and pushed herself away from me. "What the hell do you thinkyou're doing?""Kissing a pretty girl.""I'm not a girl, dammit! I'm a man.""Reach down and feel around for your prick, _Donna_. Find it, and I'llbelieve you're a man.""Bastard!""And you're a bitch. A guy would have tried to slug me when I grabbed hisbottom. You tried to slap me. Slapping is how a _girl_ reacts. Thinkabout _that_ for a while. I waited till she made it to the bed, thenturned out the light and left. I didn't bother to put the chain back on herwrist. She couldn't get away, and thinking about how she'd just behaved,what she'd just done would keep her too busy and too confused to tryanything.I laid back on the couch and threw the cover over myself. In the dark Ithought I could hear Don talking softly to herself. Then I realized thatshe was _crying_ softly, trying not to let me hear. I fell asleep on thathappy thought.*****I woke up about 8 the next morning. Don was still sleeping when I looked inon her. She was sprawled across the bed with her t-shirt half way up to herbreasts and her legs spread wide apart. It was quite sexy, actually, and Ifelt myself getting a bit aroused. I crept into the room and quicklyre-attached the chain to the cuff on her left wrist. Then as she was wakingup, I fastened chains to the cuffs around her other wrist and her leftankle.She awoke to find herself spread-eagle on the bed with me staring down ather. "Good morning, _Ms_ Kuzak.""Good morning, Bastard!""Now is that any way to act?""What do you expect after doing this to me?""Actually, I was thinking of doing a lot more to you. I reached down withone hand and began to rub her breast in a slow pattern that always drove myslut of an ex-wife crazy. As I rubbed, I reached out with a finger andbegan to play with her nipple."Stop that, you perverted S.O.B. She began to struggle on the bed. Thechains gave her some movement, but not a lot. I was able to keep on workingat her breast."Maybe this will help. I ran the finger of the other leg slowly up herthigh, gently touching the skin with my nail. I could see goose bumpsforming on her flesh."Stop it," she screamed, struggling harder. Her breathing was gettingirregular.My finger reached her groin. I moved my nail slowly along the material ofthe panty, outlining shape of her vaginal lips. Her voice rose in pitch andshe began to have trouble with the words. I switched breasts, doing to herleft breast what I had done to the right. I could feel her nipple gettinglarger, standing up from her breast. The material of her panty began tomoisten."Isn't this fun, _Donna_? Are you enjoying yourself, or should I stop?""Stop -- stop -- oh, please -- uh -- stop."I ignored her and moved aside the fabric of the panty. Then I began rubbingmy finger against her bare skin, paying special attention to her clitoris.Her hips began to move to match the motion of my fingers. She was justmaking vague sounds now, rather than speaking words."I said, do you want me to stop?""Stop -- stop -- ohh! -- no, don't stop -- don't stop!"I plunged my fingers into her, caressing the tissues of her female core.Then I pulled them out. Her hips rose as if trying to keep me inside. Ifelt her muscles contract as well. I pushed my fingers back in, then out,falling into a steady rhythm. Her hips rose and fell to match them. Thenshe suddenly froze, her hips raised up in the air. Her eyes opened wide,and she let out a yell of pure _female_ pleasure.The began to buck and writhe on the bed. I pulled my hand away. Shestopped moving and looked up at me. Her hair was snarled, her body drenchedwith sweat."What -- what's the matter? Why did you stop?""Oh, I was just wondering how Don Kuzak was enjoying his first _female_orgasm. I smiled and walked out of the room. "Think about _that_ for abit, Donny boy."I washed my hands and began fixing myself breakfast to an accompaniment offemale profanity from the bedroom. While I ate, the cursing settled intocrying as the realization set in. Don Kuzak had always thought of himselfas a stud. I'd spend many dull hours listening to him regaling the officewith stories of this or that female conquest and pretending, like the othertoadies, to be impressed. Now, in that bedroom, Don Kuzak had been treatedlike a female, and, worst of all to his own puny ego, he'd responded likeone. He'd actually _begged_ to have his new body played with!It was going to be easier than I thought. And a lot more fun.*****It went on like that for the next couple of days.I kept Don chained most of the time, only unchaining her to go to thebathroom. Since my borrowed jock's body was a like bigger than her new one,I had little trouble forcing her back onto the bed and re-chaining her.She only rebelled once and tried to fight me. She wound up on the floor onher back with her legs spread apart, and me lying on top of her. I washolding both her wrists in my left hand. I reached down with my right andtouched her breast. "As long as we're in this position," I said with alecherous smile, "we might as well enjoy ourselves.""No," she screamed, her eyes getting very big. She struggled but couldn'tbreak free."Then, will you behave yourself and get onto the bed?""Do you promise not to do anything besides hook up the chains?""I promise. I let go of her wrists and quickly stood up.She got up slowly, head bowed in defeat. As she sat down on the bed, shesaid, "Remember, you promised. You won't try anything else.""I promise. I attached the chain to her two wrist cuffs. "I won't doanything else; just chain you down. While I was attaching it to the otherankle cuff, I grinned and added, "this time."She struggled against the chains, but it was too late. As I left the room,she began to cry.I was having such fun!*****I won't say that I wasn't tempted. I was in the body of a health male abouttwenty years old. Don was a rather pretty girl of about sixteen with a fullset of very feminine curves. She was chained to a bed wearing only at-shirt and panties, while I used various techniques to bring her to orgasm. I was "doing" her two or three times a day, and I'd be lying if I didn'tadmit to leaving the room almost every time with a raging hard-on.Why didn't I just give in and rape her? Because I could. And because sheknew that I could. And most of all, because I wanted her to think about thefact that I could. Watching her think about it, worry about it, was part ofthe fun.So was listening to the radio.The story got out almost immediately. I'd deliberately _not_ told thepolice to keep the media out of the case. Since they had no way of findingme, I wasn't particularly worried. And the news coverage would let me knowwhat was happening.The closest they got was tracking down that jock whose body I'd "borrowed".It was the lead item on the news on the second day. Luckily for him, he hadan airtight alibi. He was in some late class that let out at 5:30 that day.I'd called the cops to get them to the office just before 6 PM. Therewas just no way he could have gotten to the office in time to kidnap Kuzak.Of course, he couldn't explain how his fingerprints got on the note or onthe furniture in the office. Still, he had almost thirty eyewitnesses, allof whom knew him and one of whom was described as "a highly respectedacademic", who swore that he was fifty miles at the time. "A highlyrespected academic", ha! Some geek teacher is more like it, but it was analibi.The last item on the news that night was a story by a new reporter, MikeMellish.There was no Mike Mellish. His name was the signal that the police werewilling to go along with my instructions on how to get me the ransom money. The instructions were part of the ransom note that I'd left when I tookKuzak.*****I waited until a couple of hours after dinner.I walked into the bedroom and stood over Kuzak. "Well, it looks likethey've decided that you're worth $100,000. I'll be picking the money uptomorrow.""You'll never get away with it.""Who's going to identify me? Who's going to identify you, for that matter,if I decide not to change you back.""You wouldn't.""Sure, I would. Once I have the money, why should I even come back for you? I can just tell them where to find you and go back to my own life.They'll rescue you, but you get to stay younger and a lot prettier than youwere before.""No, please. Change me back before you go for the money.""Nope, you're my last bargaining chip. If I get caught, I can tradechanging you back for my freedom. I paused for a second. "Unless you'vedecided that you like being a girl.""Like it? In a pig's eye!""Gee, you've seemed to enjoy it enough when I did this." I reached down andbegan to play with her nipple."Get away from me, you bastard!""Or this.n I started cupping her other breast. I could feel her bodybeginning to react in spite of itself. I slid one finer slowly around herbreast, then down to her stomach, touching her only with the pressure of mynail. I spent a little time circling around her navel, then continued ondown to her groin.Kuzak started off cursing at me, but when I didn't stop, her body began toreact, she began to beg me not to go any further. Some girls never learned.I _enjoyed_ hearing her beg.I kept it up using a couple of tricks I knew until Kuzak's hips were jerkingabout, and her panties were definitely moist. I, in the meantime, hadgotten hard as nails. I took my hands away. She looked up and saw meunbuckling my pants. "You wouldn't," she said, her eyes getting wide aspanic began to set in."Sure I would. I let my pants fall to the floor. My borrowed prick waspushing out my shorts. From the way she looked at it, it must have lookedtwo feet long. I reached over and grabbed at her panties. One quick yank,and they ripped apart. I tossed them across the room.Kuzak was naked from the waist down. She tried to move her legs together toblock access, but the chains were too short. I leaned over her and beganrubbing her nipple between the thumb and finger of my left hand. My righthand slid along her upper thigh, the fingers barely touching her flesh, justenough to tickle.Her breathing was getting more ragged now. My hand moved to her groin. NowI was tickling her nether lips. I could see them moving a little inresponse. I saw a trickle of moisture leaking out between them. She wasmore than ready.I climbed onto the bed, positioning myself between her legs. She wasscreaming now, "No, no!" and "Rape!". No one could hear her, though, andthe screams just added to my fun. I yanked down my shorts and took hold ofmy prick. Then I leaned forward and guided myself in. She tried to squirmaway, so I just laid down on top of her, pinning her with my weight. My,but she was ready, all nice and wet. I slid right in.I pushed in as far as I could, then out, then back in. I set up a nicesteady rhythm. She was fighting me, but she was fighting her body, too.Her hips began to rise as I pulled out. She didn't want to, maybe shedidn't even realize that she was doing it, but in a moment, she was matchingme stroke for stroke. Her legs moved up, trying to wrap around me. Thechains wouldn't let them, but she tried as best she could.She was still yelling, but now it was mostly moans. Her arms were flailing,then she grabbed onto the bedposts and held on for dear life. Suddenly herhead shot up and she kissed me. Ha!Don Kuzak, macho stud, kissed me for raping him. She must have realizedwhat she'd done because she tried to pull her head away. I reached my armaround her and pulled her head back near mine. She started to saysomething. I kissed her again and stuck my tongue into her mouth. Shefought for a minute. Then she surrendered and let me have my fun.I was still pumping away. This kid's body was young and strong, but itcouldn't last forever. I felt something build inside of me. The feelinggot better and better, then it seemed to shoot out of my prick like liquidfire. I froze, arching my back and pulling my mouth away from hers.That must have set her off, too. She screamed and began to claw at my back.Her hips bucked wildly. Then she just went limp and collapsed back ontothe bed with me on top of her.I felt my prick began to soften. It felt great just laying there on top ofher. She was probably enjoying it, too, and that was reason enough to stop.I let myself slide out of her body and climbed off the bed. Her breathingwas still deep, but it was a lot more regular. She looked at me kind ofglassy eyed with a sort of lopsided smile on her face. She had definitelyenjoyed it."You're a damn good fuck, _Don_," I said. She stopped smiling at thereminder of who she truly was. I decided to really rub it in. "How are youat sucking cock?"I felt that I already knew the answer. That was how, figuratively if notliterally, he had stolen the job that I should have had. Now I wanted tosee if I was right."No," she said. "No way am I going to do something like that.""Oh, sure you will. After what we just did, it's not that big a deal.n Ipaused to give her another chance to think about what we just _had_ done."Besides, you _do_ want to be changed back, don't you?""You said that you change me back after you got your damn money.""And you believed me? Oh, Donny. I'll decide when -- and if -- I'll changeyou back. How you behave now may well affect that decision. So -- let'sjust see how cooperative you can be."I propped up the pillow behind her head and climbed back on the bed. Mylower legs were on both sides of her, my knees just below her armpits."No," she said, shaking her head back and forth.I grabbed her hair close by the scalp and yanked. That got her attention."Yes, you will, Bitch! Now get started or I get a lot rougher."I leaned forward, and she raised her head. Her mouth was only a few inchesaway from my prick when I yanked her hair again. "And if you try anythingfunny -- like biting, for instance -- I'm leaving. Nobody else knows whereyou are, and I may not tell anyone either. So be very careful. A womanchained to a bed -- half naked -- in a deserted cabin -- with the door _wideopen_. Why anything could happen to her."Kuzak's eyes opened wide. She stared into mine trying to see if I wasserious. Her mouth opened in horror trying to say something. Then shelooked down to see my prick just inches from her mouth. "You -- you aren'tserious about this?""The hell I'm not.""But, I can't. I'm a man."I leaned back and grabbed one of her breasts. "This doesn't feel like aman". My hand moved down from her breasts, past her stomach to her groin.I rubbed a finger around the edges of her pussy. "And this certainlydoesn't.""But --"I slapped her face. "But nothing. Get started."She leaned her head forward and very tentatively touched the tip of my prickwith her lips. She pulled her head back a little. "I don't -- I don't knowwhat to do.n She was crying. This was definitely going to be fun."Listen, Bitch! Have you ever had a blow job back when you were a man?""Yes? A few times, in fact.""You remember what you liked the girl -- I assume it was a _girl_ -- whatyou liked her doing to you?""Yes, I -- I guess I do?""Then you're going to do that same stuff to me?"She leaned her head forward again and gently kissed the tip. Then she stuckout her tongue and ran it around the underside, moving down towards myballs. She slid her tongue along them, then took them into her mouth andsucked them. After which she moved back up my prick with her tongue.She was very good, and I was hard as a rock. The fact that she had a lookof pure revulsion on her face the entire time only added to my pleasure.She was still crying, too. Tears were running down her cheeks on onto methe whole time.When she reached the tip again, she opened her mouth and slowly took me intoher. As my prick slid in, she licked at it with her tongue. She managed toget me all the way in, moving down int until her nose was pressed up againstmy groin. Then she began to draw back. It was too much, and I hunchedforward. She matched my rythm. as I moved. To encourage her, I reacheddown and began to play with her nipples. She began to moan. I wasliterally fucking her face.It was fun, but nothing lasts forever. I let loose with a great spout ofcum. "Swallow it," I yelled. "Swallow it all."She tried. I could feel her sucking at me, trying to keep in all the sperm.She got most of it, though a little did dribble out. I felt myselfgetting limp and pulled out. She shut her mouth at once, desperate not tolet any leak out. She had a panicky look in her idea, uncertain what Iwould do next."Now lick it clean," I said. I wanted the humiliation to continue.Besides, I was feeling a little shaky from that powerful cumming and wantedto rest there a minute.She shook her head "No!", so I slapped her again. She whimpered and beganto lick. When she was done, I climbed off."Please," she said. "Could I have a glass of water.""What's the matter, Bitch. Don't you like the taste?""No -- I mean -- I'm just thirsty after all that.""Get used to it," I said. I turned out the light and left the room.She cried for quite a while.I came back into the room a few hours later. It was almost Midnight. I'dwaited until her crying had stopped,, and I could hear snoring. I stood bythe bed and watched her for a few moments just to make sure she was asleep.It was quite a fetching picture, this nubile young woman lying there, herlegs apart displaying that juicy pussy, her breasts peaking out from beneaththe mostly unbuttoned shirt. I felt myself get hard again. It was temptingto wake her for a repeat performance, but I was on a very tight schedule.I rubbed an alcohol swab against her hip. She stirred a little from thesensation of contact. I quickly took the plastic protector off the syringeand jabbed it into her. Her eyelids fluttered, and she moved in reaction tothe sudden pain. But the narcotic was a fast acting one. Her breathingbecame regular. She would sleep for about eight hours from this drug. Iwent back into the other room and took two suitcases out of the closet. Iopened the one that I had used at the office on Friday and took out theMedallion. I put it on the table, and closed the suitcase. From the othersuitcase, I took the young boy's shirt and laid it down next to theMedallion. I put the Medallion around my neck and picked up the shirt,bringing it up to touch the Medallion. I felt a tingling in my hand almostimmediately. Within the half hour, I had once again become that twelve yearold.I stripped out of my now oversized clothing and dressed in his undershortsand t-shirt. It was late, just past Midnight now. I laid down on the couchand went to sleep. Tomorrow would be a long day.*****I got up about 7:30. I was disoriented for a moment until I remembered thatI was now in the body of a twelve year old. The room looked much bigger,and, I must admit, I felt nervous for the first time since I had begun totake my revenge.I refilled the syringe and quietly opened the door to Kuzak's room. I hadto be careful now. She was chained, but she was still bigger and possiblystronger than I was in this form. She was just as naked and just as exposedas she'd been the night before, but now I found that I wasn't aroused. Atleast, not physically. Evidently the boy who's form I was wearing hadn'tgone through puberty yet. I could appreciate her body intellectually, butmy body wasn't able to respond to what I saw.Luck goes with those who prepare. She was still asleep. I injected her asecond time. Combined with the drugs already in her system, there was nowenough in her to keep her out until 3 PM, possibly later. I expected to beback well before then. My plan was to keep her sedated until I could usethe Medallion to change back to the jock. With luck, she'd never realizethat she'd lost a whole day. It would be a lot easier than trying to manageher in either of the forms that I would have that day.I went back to the other room and ate breakfast. I listened to the radiofor a while, then dressed in the boy's borrowed clothing. Just after the 11o'clock news, I got the Medallion from the suitcase and put it around myneck, tucking it under my shirt. I also took a second pair of girl'spanties from the suitcase. I stuck them in a small plastic bag and put themin my pocket. I already had a pocket knife and some ribbon in the pocket.Now I was ready. I went out to my rented car. I had to adjust the seat somy feet could reach the pedals. I'd lost over a foot in height with thechange of bodies. But now I was ready. I started the car and drovecarefully towards town.The money was supposed to be waiting in a gym bag stuffed into a trash canin Hudson Park. I told them to put it in the third can near the baseballfield. The area was fairly opened, so I could see if anybody was waiting.At least, that's what they probably thought. Actually, it was because itwould be natural for a young boy to be hanging out there. I expected thelocation to be watched, but they _wouldn't_ be expecting a twelve year old.I was almost to the park when I heard a siren behind me. The police. Thiswas the one weak spot in my plan. I was far too young to be driving in thisbody, but I hadn't wanted to go as the jock. They had his picture.I pulled over, hoping that he would pass me. He didn't. He pulled over infront of me. Well, maybe I could brazen it out. Kids _do_ go joyriding onoccasion.Two officers got out of the car. Something was the matter. I fought theurge to try to run. The taller man came over to the driver's window whilethe other stood a few feet away looking like he _wanted_ an excuse to drawhis gun."Please step out of the car, umm, sir."This was definitely more than a ticket. "Is something the matter, officer?""How old are you, son?"I decided to try for innocence, "Umm, ah, sixteen, sir.""A very young sixteen, I'd say.""Do you know who owns this car?""It's my Dad's.""Son, this is a rental car. There's a tag that says so on the license plate. More important, it's been identified as the car involved in a majorcrime.""What!""Can you tell me where you took it from?""I, umm, took it --" I was in deep trouble. If I said anything they wouldprobably take me to wherever I said I'd found the car. Then I couldprobably expect to be held for several hours while they tried to contact myparents. What they'd do after they found out that I didn't have parents --or any other record as a twelve-year old -- was anybody's guess.I decided to make a run for it, hoping I could get a head start if I couldtake them by surprise. I dodged between the cop and the car and ran as fastas I could. The two cops chased after me.The body I was using was young and fairly fast, but they were faster withtheir longer legs and adult endurance. I ducked through a hedge that theywere too big to manage. I was in a semi-residential neighborhood near thepark, row homes and some light industry. I ran across a parking lot towardsan open door in a warehouse. I ducked inside and closed the door behind me.I was in a room filled with rows and rows of shipping crates. There wasnobody around. It was time for a change. I pulled off my shirt and tossedit into a covered trash can.I saw the sign for a women's bathroom. I ran towards it. As I did, I stuckmy hand in my pocket and pulled out the girl's panties. I opened the bagand rubbed them frantically against the Medallion. My body was tingling bythe time I was in the bathroom. I went into one of the two stalls, pulleddown my jeans, and sat down.The two cops knocked on the door about ten minutes after I had gotten intothe stall. When there was no answer they came in. They saw my legs underthe stall door. "Police officers. Excuse me, ma'am, but have you seen orheard anybody else come in here?"The moment of truth. "No, officers. It was a risk, but I had to answer.Luck was still with me. I'd changed enough that my voice didn't sound atall like the boy I had been. "Now would you _please_ just leave.""Sorry to have bothered you. I heard the door shut behind me. I let out abreath and sat back to watch the rest of the change.It was not fun watching. Yes, I grew taller, going from twelve to sixteen,but I was growing up into a girl's body. I watched breasts blossom on mychest, while my hips widened, and my legs grew long and shapely. What wasbetween those legs shrank away, even as my balls disappeared and a slitopened to absorb my new clitoris.I expected my skin to lighten from the boy's Mediterranean tones to thepaleness of my Swedish ancestors. It didn't, which surprised me. My hairwas a lot longer than it was when I was the boy, but I was still in his body-- sort of.
It was the body that he would have had if _he_ had been born agirl sixteen years before.During the last of the changes, I took the other things from my pocket. Theribbon went around my hair, holding it in a crude pony tail. The knife cutthe jeans off just above the knees. I switched the girl's panties for theboy's undershorts. The panties fit me perfectly. They had reshaped me tofit them, and the boy's shorts were far too tight for my now girlish figure.I got out of the stall as soon as the tingling stopped. I looked at myselfin the mirror. I still looked a lot like him, but my face was softer with arounder chin and smaller nose. My figure, I had to admit was also prettygood; better than Kuzak's. The only uncomfortable part was the way mynipples felt rubbing against the fabric of my t-shirt. I reminded myself ofthe way the young Sofia Loren looked in that movie she made about the statueof the dolphin.I stuck the boy's shorts and the bottoms of my jeans way down in among thepapers in the trash can. The knife went back into my pocket. I smiled atthe girl in the mirror and fixed the hair ribbon. Then I headed out thedoor.I looked around. The cops were long gone. Then I heard somebody yellsomething. I froze in my tracks, then began to slowly walk towards thewarehouse door. I didn't want to look suspicious by running away.I felt somebody grab my arm and turned. It was a security cop for thewarehouse, a tall muscular man about forty. He looked mad. "I've told youkids I didn't want you coming in here. Come with me. He dragged me by thearm to a small office. "Get inside and no lip."I didn't really have a choice. I'm not sure that I could have stood up tohim in the jock's body. What chance did I have as a slip of a girl? I wentinside. He followed me in, then turned and locked the door behind me.There were a couple of folder chairs near a desk covered with papers. Hemotioned for me to sit. I took the one closest to where I was standing."Okay, I'm calling your parents. What's their number?"What could I say? If I made up a number, he'd try it and know I was faking."I -- umm -- they don't live around here.""Oh, a runaway. All right then.n He dialed a number. "Hello, Children'sServices. This is Jack McCall at the Kendrick Warehouses, 527 Oak Street.I've got a girl here about 16. She says she's a runaway. Can you -- you'llsend a car. Okay, I'll see you in about a half an hour."He sat down in the chair opposite me. "You know, I've got a daughter about12 at home. She's a pretty thing like you. I'd be at my wits end if sheran off. Do you want to call your folks while we wait?""No." This idiot thought he was doing me a favor. If he'd just leave, Icould get out. Even if I had to walk back to the cabin, it would be betterthan this nonsense."You sure? I'll bet they'll be glad to hear from you."I decided to say what he expected to hear. "I have nothing to say to them.""I'm sorry to hear that. What's your name, by the way?""Sarah. It was my Mother's name. The first one I could think of."Sarah. That's a pretty name. Sarah what?"I was beginning to get mad. Leave me alone, you imbecile,' I thought.Aloud, I said, "Sarah, just Sarah, okay?""Okay, Sarah-Just-Sarah. He moved the chair over behind the desk andopened a log book. He looked up and the clock for a minute and beganwriting. Just what I needed, now there would be a record of this wholestupid experience. I slumped down in the chair and tried to decide what todo next.About a half hour later the phone rang. "McCall. Yeah, I called her. Ifound a kid over here in Warehouse 3. Send her on back."A few minutes later, a rather non-descript looking woman in a brown coatknocked on the office door. "Mr. McCall," she said through the door, "I'mJudy Hemmings from Children's Services.He walked over and unlocked the door. "Hello, Ms. Hemmings. He pointed tome. "This is Sarah-Just-Sarah."The Hemmings woman smiled. "Hello, Sarah, I'm Judy Hemmings. Would youlike to come with me?""Not really.""Well, actually, you don't have much of a choice. She took my wrist. Itried to pull free, but I couldn't. She didn't look very big, but sheseemed to be as strong as McCall. Or maybe it was me that was so weak. Ishrugged and stood up."Here's my card, Mr. McCall. I'll be speaking to you later. Right now, Ijust want to get Sarah to Drexler Hall."Drexler Hall! I was being put in the County Juvenile Home.!I was definitely stuck thanks to Bozo the Guard. The Hemmings bitch lead meout to her car and had me get in the back seat. I didn't realize until sheshut the door that there were no handles on the inside. There was a sheetof plexiglass between the front and back seats. I was trapped.I sat in silence while she got in and started the car. "Would you like totell me your last name, Sarah," she asked. "We'll find it out eventually,you know.""No. I'd decided that I'd need some sort of reason for not cooperating."They don't want to hear from me anyway. I figured getting a littlesympathy wouldn't hurt. She'd never guess the real reason, that I was anadult male changed by the Medallion I was wearing. With luck, I'd be out ofthere as soon as I could use it to swap bodies with someone else."Suit yourself. Ah, here we are. The car slowed, then turned up adriveway.I'd driven past Drexler Hall any number of times. It was three or four oldbrick buildings inside a high wrought iron fence. A few years ago, they putbarbed wire on the top of the fence. I don't think it was to keep peoplefrom sneaking in. It didn't look any more inviting from the inside.Hemmings pulled up in front of one of the buildings, a weathered old bricktwo-story with the words "Administration" on a sign by the steps. Sheopened the back door and lead me into the building, still holding my arm.We walked down a hall to an office with her name on the door.We went in. I sat in a chair, while she went behind the desk and took out aform. I could see the work "In Take Interview" at the top. Time to lie."Name," she asked."Sarah.""Full name.""Sarah.""Sarah Doe, for the time being. Okay, Sarah, how old are you?""Sixteen.""Date of Birth."I gave my own birthday, doing the subtraction mentally for the year, "May 9,1983.""Place of birth -- you wouldn't want to tell me that, would you?""No, I wouldn't. Now was the time to try for some sympathy. "Look,ma'am, I'm sorry, but if I tell you who I am, you'll send me back. I -- Idon't want to -- I won't go back."Hemmings reached across the desk and patted me on the arm. "Okay, you don'thave to tell if you don't want to, but it would help if you could at leastbe a little less suspicious of everyone.""I'll try. What else do you want to ask? It had worked. I faked a bravelittle smile."There's really not that much more. She made a few entries; height, eyecolor, that sort of thing. "Now we take you down to hall to Dr. Desai for aphysical."Dr. Desai turned out to be a small Asian woman in a white lab coat. Wewent into a doctor's examining room attached to her office. She pointed toa curtained off area in a corner of the room. "Please to go behind andremove clothing. Leave panty on for now."I stripped, draping my jeans on a stool. It still seemed strange to beseeing this girl's body instead of my own. I was a little turned on by it,and I wouldn't have mind playing with myself a little. Maybe later,' Ithought. I noticed that my nipples were getting erect. I hoped that Desaiwould think it was from the cold. I mean, who gets turned on by their ownbody?Hemmings talked to Desai while I was behind the counter. She spoke in a lowvoice, but I could still hear most of it. "This one's a runaway," she said."Look for signs of abuse, but be careful. She's got an attitude aboutsomething."'Of course I have an attitude, you stupid bitch,' I thought. 'My plan'sruined and I've got to get back to the cabin and figure out what to donext.' I was just about to go out when I remembered the Medallion. For allI knew, Desai might recognize it. I quickly hid it in a pocket of my jeans.Desai gave me a fairly complete physical. She even put me up on a set ofstirrups for a gynecologic exam. That was an experience! To actually feelsomething entering my body like that. She smiled during that part. "I seeyou are still virgin. Congratulations."I was getting dressed when she reached through the curtain and handed me awhite plastic bag, a towel, and a bar of some kind of purple soap. "Fleabites," she explained. "You take shower, while we do clothes. Put them inthat bag when you strip for shower."Fleas! I must have been bitten during the night after I changed into theItalian kid. That bastard of a landlord didn't say anything when I rentedthe cottage. I wondered why the bites hadn't disappeared when I changedinto Sarah. Then I realized that the Medallion hadn't changed me to looklike somebody else, just turned me from a 12 year old boy to his 16 year oldfemale counterpart. Since I had sort of kept the same body, it hadn'thealed the bites that were already there.Desai called Hemmings while I'd gotten dressed, and she came for me just asI walked out from behind the curtain. "Find anything?""No bruises, no sign of sexual molesting. Some flea bites, though. I giveher disinfectant soap for shower.""Fleas, eh? From home or where you were staying? Never mind, you probablywouldn't tell me either way, would you?""No, ma'am, I wouldn't. I was actually beginning to like this woman. No,I think that I had just figured out how best to manipulate her.She took me down the hall to a set of doors that connected this building tothe others. "I've got you signed in as Sarah Doe. You'll stay here for awhile till I figure out what to do with you. We went through another setof doors under a sign labeled "Dormitory". It was just about empty.Hemmings saw me looking around. "The kids are still in school. That's overin the West Wing. I've got you in a room on the third floor. You'll meetyour roommate later;. For now, you can take that shower Dr. Desai wants youto take. Then we'll see about some clothes."We headed to an elevator and rode up to the third floor. Hemmings led me toa communal bathroom that was a lot like the one in my college dorm: a row ofsinks along two walls, a set of stalls, and, through a wide doorway asmaller room with a rack for towels along one wall and shower nozzles on theother three. I thought something was missing, then I realized that therewere no urinals. 'Well,' I thought, this definitely the _girl's_bathroom.'Hemmings sat down on a long bench outside the shower room. "Strip down andget into the shower," she said. Once again I found myself taking off myclothes in the presence of a woman. This time, there was no privacycurtain. I might have been a piece of meat, though, as far as Hemmings wasconcerned. She picked up the clothes as I took them off and put them in thebag.When I handed her the jeans, she felt some extra weight. She reached intothe pocket and pulled out the knife and the Medallion. "What are these?""The, umm, the knife's for protection. I took it when I left home.""And this necklace?""It's --" I could hardly tell her what it really was. I thought fast. "Itwas my Mom's. It's not worth much, but it's all I have of hers.""Well, you can't wear it in the shower. We have a rule here aboutnewcomer's personal belongings anyway. She took a second, smaller bag froma pocket of her jacket. "I'll keep these for you while you're here. You'llget them back in a month. She put the knife and the Medallion into thebag. "If you're here that long."In a way, I was relieved. If she'd put them in with the clothes, she mighthave done something and turned into my double. _That_ would be impossible toexplain. But the prospect of having to stay here for a month, as a _girl,no less, was not something to look forward to. I shrugged my shoulders,took that purple soap, Dr. Desai had given me and headed into the shower.Whatever the soap was, it lathered up great. It felt strange to be soapingthe curves of that new female body of mine. Everything felt so soft. Therewere curves where there'd always been angularity. And some of the places,well, they were just _so_ sensitive. I think I could have spent days justrubbing that lather onto and into my breasts.Hemmings yelled something. "Don't forget your hair. I'll be right back."I couldn't forget my hair. It was heavy with the water and pulling on myscalp. I worked up a second lather and rubbed it into my hair, making sureto work it in well. While I rinsed, tilting my head back and feeling thesoapy water run down my hair and onto my back, I went back to working on mybreasts again. I felt a warmth spread out into my breasts. Then it seemedto head straight down to my groin. I reached down with one hand and beganrubbing along the edges of my new pussy. It felt absolutely wonderful.I was just about to stick a finger up into my pussy, when I heard Hemmingsagain. "Hey, you done in there yet. I pulled my hands away from myself inembarrassment."Almost," I yelled back. Thank Heavens she hadn't looked in. I ran myfingers through my hair to make sure that the last of the soap was out ofit. Then I turned and let the shower wash the lather from my front. Thespray felt so good on my tender breasts that I was sorry to stop. I turnedthe water off slowly, letting it run cold for a few seconds.As I came out of the shower room, Hemmings handed me a towel. "Dryyourself, then put this on," she said, pointing to a white cotton bathrobelaying on the bench. I patted, rather than rubbed, myself dry the way Iremembered my ex-wife doing it. I could understand why now. A woman's skinwas a lot more tender than a man's. I put on the bathrobe. Hemmings handedme another towel. I wondered why for a minute, then suddenly knew what itwas for, and wrapped it around my hair.Hemmings picked up a bag from the bench, and we walked down the hall to abedroom. Again, it was dorm standard: two beds along the side walls and acouple of desks by a window. There was a low dresser and a wrack forhanging clothes near each bed. The bed on the left side had a couple ofblankets and a set of sheets and a pillow piled on it. The bed on the rightwas made. There were a couple of posters on the wall over that bed, rockstars, I guessed, and what looked like a couple of personal mementos on thedesk next to it."You can make your bed as soon as you're dressed,"Hemmings said. Yourroommate should be coming up from classes in about a half hour.n She tossedthe bag onto the bed.I opened the bag expecting to find the clothes that I'd been wearing.Wrong! I pulled out a white cotton bra. What the hell? I turned andlooked at Hemmings."We're still disinfecting the clothes you came in. You'll get them backtomorrow. For now, I got some stuff out of stock. I think you're a littletoo, umm, developed to go without a bra."I dumped the rest of the clothes out onto the bed. It was all girl'sclothes: cotton panties, a pair of jeans, a pale blue blouse with shortscalloped sleeves and a wide neckline, socks, and sneakers; very pretty andvery feminine. I picked the bra up again, and tried to remember how my ex-had put one of these damned things on. Oh, yes, I remembered.I took off the robe and laid it on the unmade bed. Then I picked up the braagain and put my arms through the straps and reached around to find the twoends. I pulled these back behind me slowly, so my breasts more or lesssettled into the cups. I fumbled a little with the hooks, but after Iminute, I was able to close them. I reached into the cups and moved mybreasts around a little to get them more comfortable. I had to admit thatthe support felt nice.I held the panties out in front of me and stepped into it, one leg at atime. As I pulled it up around my hips, I couldn't help noticing howdifferent the material felt from my usual cotton shorts. 'Hell,' I thought. 'Who worried about how their underwear felt?' This girl stuff was gettingto me.It was easy finishing getting dressed. Jeans and a shirt, socks andsneakers, they're all the same regardless of what sex they were designedfor. After I dressed, Hemmings actually helped me to make the bed. I thinkshe was trying to be a "pal", so I would trust her. She was a fool, likemost people, and I had no real trouble toying with her.We were just finishing the bed, when I heard a voice behind me. "Hi, Theytold me I was getting a new roommate."I turned. The speaker was a girl about 16, my current age. She was talland a bit on the skinny side except from her breasts which looked enormous.She was a Hispanic type with long, straight brown hair that hung down almostto her waist. She was dressed very much as I was in a pair of jeans and ablouse, but she had blue earrings in the shape of a owl and, I noticed, abracelet on her wrist."I'm Angie Garcia," she said. She put down the bookbag she was carrying andstuck out her hand in greeting."I'm Sarah, umm, Sarah Doe. I shook her hand. She seemed like a friendlyenough sort, but I was going to have to be careful."I'll leave you two alone to get acquainted," Hemmings said. She walkedout, shutting the door behind her.Angie ran over and locked the door. Then she pulled a pocket radio out of adesk drawer and turned it on. It was set to one of the local rock stations,with the volume cranked up a bit."Sometimes she listens at the door," Angie said. "Now, what are you herefor?""Runaway. This girl was starting to have possibilities."That all? Really all.""No, actually, I kidnaped somebody.""Right, and I'm here for busting into Fort Knox.""Let's leave it at runaway for now, okay? Why does she listen at the door?""Because she wants to help us. At least, that's what she says if somebodycatches her. Look, it's actually not too bad a place here. Nobody reallycomes down hard unless you ask for it. There's a few dangerous kids towatch out for, boys and _girls_, but once you get the feel of it, thingsain't too bad.""Yeah, that's why there a fence with barbed wire.""I didn't say it was perfect. Are you really a runaway?""Yeah. I decided to be noncommittal about details. "Things just got --well -- too much, so I left. They caught me in a warehouse downtown.""I'm in for shoplifting. My old man freaked and said they could throw awaythe key, so I wound up here for the next year.""Just two dangerous criminals, I guess.""Looks that way."Suddenly I had a friend. Whether I wanted one or not, I was stuck withAngie. We talked a while longer. She had a boy friend who showed up oncein a while to visit. I said I didn't want anybody to know where I was, andthat I didn't have a boy friend anyway. Angie said her friend, Tink, had afriend who had just broken up with his girl over something -- she didn'tknow what. If I wanted, Tink could bring Joey along the next time he came.I was stupid enough to go along with the idea, if only to get her off thesubject.Tink showed up about three days later. He was a tall and lanky boy of 18with straight black hair that he wore long, down past his shoulders. Withhis dark complexion, he looked almost Indian. Joey was shorter, but muchmore muscular. His hair was also black but much curlier. He looked moreItalian than Hispanic.It occurred to me that, if I could get the Medallion before their nextvisit, I could leave Drexler Hall as Joey. Of course, that meant that I'dhave to get him someplace alone for the time it took us to exchange bodies.But the way he was looking at my new body that didn't seem like it would betoo hard to do.Since it was a nice day, they let the kids and their visitors roam free onthe grounds. Angie lead the group to a wooded section not too close to thebuildings. We talked for a while, then she took Tink by the hand and leadhim into some bushes. I could hear giggling and the bushes began to rustle.I was alone with Joey, and suddenly I didn't feel very safe. He looked atme and smiled -- no, he _leered_. "Let's go find our own bushes."I was right. This was definitely trouble. "Not so fast, Joey. I just metyou.""So? You want it. All girls do. They just lie and say that they don't tomess with a guy's head."It was like hearing myself talk. I'd always known that was true of women.Only now, _I_ was a woman, and I _didn't_ want "it". I was in trouble. Iwanted him to come back but I certainly didn't want to have sex with thisarrogant little Spick. "Maybe we do," I said, "but, please, not so soon. Iwant to get to know you a little first. I started to leave. "Let's goback to the building and talk.""Games! He said and grabbed my arm. "I'm tired of girls like you playinggames."I tried to pull free, but he was much too strong. I called to Angie andTink for help, but they were too busy making their own noises to hear me.Joey walked further into the woods, dragging me behind.We walked about twenty yards. Joey found a clump of bushes near the base ofa small hill. There was a small area with some thick grass between thebushes and the hill. He yanked my wrist, and I stumbled forward, fallingonto the grass. Joey was right down on top of me, pinning me with theweight of his body. I pushed and wriggled trying to get him off, but he wastoo strong and too heavy. "Keep it up," he said with a laugh. "I like itwhen a girl puts up a fight. He slid down so his one knee was between mylegs.He brought his head down and kissed me on the mouth. I clenched my jaw tokeep my lips shut and reached around to pound at his back. He broke thekiss and grabbed my wrists, holding them both in one large hand. He pushedthem back over the top of my head so hard that my arms hurt. With his freehand, he grabbed the collar of the blouse that I was wearing. One yank andbuttons went flying. The blouse was opened down almost to my waist. Hereached in and began to paw at my breasts, grabbing first one then theother.I began to scream every nasty name I could think of. He pulled his handaway from my chest and slapped me. "Listen, Bitch. I'm fucking you. Youcan lay back and help me to enjoy it, or you can get hurt. Either way it'shappening. He slapped me again, "So shut up. I stopped yelling, seeingno point in getting him any madder.He kissed me again on the lips, but I still managed to keep my mouth shut.Then he began kissing his way down my neck and towards my breasts. When hegot that far, he started to suck my left breast, while he rubbed the rightone, tweaking at my nipple with a finger. In spite of the anger I wasfeeling, he began to get to. I felt my nipples becoming hard and erect.There was a warmth down at my groin.I tried to fight it, but the old male tricks: thinking of baseballstatistics and doing math problems didn't work. The feelings grew as littlejolts of pleasure flashed between my breasts and my pussy. Joey keptplaying with my breasts, switching his mouth from the left one to the rightafter I while. I felt my panties begin to get wet from the lubrication Iwas leaking. I felt something else, too. It was long and hard and insideJoey's pants pushing up against me.Joey must have sensed how ready I was. I felt his hand move down and grabthe bottom of my skirt. He raised his hips and pulled it up around mywaist. His hand shot under it and groped for my pussy. He ran his fingeralong the edge of my vagina through the moistened material. I squirmed andspread my legs without thinking. He grabbed the material and yanked again.The fragile material tore apart, and he reached up and waved it above hishead like a flag of triumph.He tossed the ruined panty away and reached down to fumble with his jeans,pulling at the belt and the zipper. He got them loose and yanked them down,taking his shorts with them.Suddenly I felt something moving against my bare leg. It was Joey movinghis prick around trying to find my pussy. I tried to move. He yanked myarms sharply and yelled, "Don't move, Bitch. At that moment, I felt hisprick against my pussy lips. I froze in absolute fear, and it slid in alittle.Joey pushed. I felt something tear inside me."Damn!," Joey said, "a virgin pussy. He began to pump in earnest. I feltsome pain, but that was quickly overshadowed by the incredible sensations ofpleasure he was causing. I tried to resist, but it -- it was incredible. Iwanted to tell him to stop, but the words stuck in my throat. I moaned, andmy body began to match his motions, his rhythm.Suddenly he stopped, and I felt something spurt into me. My body reacted.I lost all control, shaking violently with my own, my _female_ orgasm. Iyanked my wrists free, but instead of trying to push him away, I wrapped myarms around him, trying to pull him in closer. He began to pump into meagain, but less intensely. In a moment, I began to feel him going softinside me.He rolled off, his prick sliding out of me. He lay on his back, panting andtrying to catch his breath. "You one good fuck, Baby."My body wanted to lay there in the hopes that he would continue to give itpleasure. Only now my mind was back in control. This dumb Spic had justraped me! I rolled away from him and got up as quickly as I could. Hetried to grab my ankle and pull me back down, but I was too quick, toocunning. I dodged his hand and kicked as hard as I could aiming straightfor his balls!He let loose a howl and curled up in a ball. I turned and ran back to thebuilding.I must have been quite a sight, running towards the building, my blouseripped open, my hair a mass of tangles and grass, Joey's cum dripping downmy leg. A couple of people grabbed me and took me straight to Dr. Desai'soffice. As we hurried towards the doctor's office, I blurted out what hadhappened. Somebody, a couple of people ran back towards the woods.Desai had me strip at once. She wasn't surprised to see that my pantieswere missing. After a quick look for bruises, she had me get into thosestirrups again. "The police will need a sample" was all the explanation shegave. She had done an exam when I first came, so she knew I was -- I hadbeen a virgin.She checked for any damage, but -- beyond loss of virginity under very badcircumstances, I seemed to be okay. There wasn't much damage to the rest ofme either, both my shoulders hurt for a while from the way Joey had held myarms above my head. Desai gave me some pills to calm me down and told me tocome back in a few days for a follow-up check.Angie came in with some clothes. She looked like she'd been crying."Sarah," she said. "I -- I'm so sorry. Tink and I didn't know. Joey splitup with his girl a few weeks again. He told Tink that they'd just decidednot to see each other any more. It turns out that he tried to rape her.She said that she wouldn't tell anybody if he swore to leave her alone. Shemoved out to the West Coast just to get away from him.""And you thought he'd be just my type.""Sarah, I swear that Tink and I didn't know.n She began to sniffle. "If itmakes you feel any better, they're not going to let Tink come out to see meanymore. Now she was crying. "Sarah, I love him. We were going to getmarried when I got out of here. I'll be seventeen then, and we can do itlegal.""And that's supposed to make me feel better. You can't see him for a fewweeks is supposed to make up for me being raped.""Sarah, I'm -- I'm sorry. she turned away, her face red, her eyes full oftears and ran from the room. I tried not to smile. It was what shedeserved."I guess you'll be moving. I turned. Hemmings had come in from Desai'soffice. "I don't think you and Angie will be rooming together after this.*****Hemmings found me a single room on the same floor and helped me move theclothes and such that I had. Angie came to my new room a couple nightslater and tried to apologize. Who cared? I just wanted to get thatMedallion at the end of the month and get out of that place.*****I went back to Desai's for her check-up that Thursday. She looked me overfor any bruises, then had me get back onto the table and into thosestirrups. "I understand that you and Angie are still not talking," she saidwhile she poked around inside of me. It was annoying, but it distracted me,at least, from the weirdness of having to go through a gynecologic exam."Do you blame me?""Yes. Angie is not to blame. She had no way of knowing what that boy waslike.""If she didn't know him, how could she go off and leave me with him?""Because she is young and in love, and that can make one very foolish.""Who cares? Can we change the subject?""No matter, I am done for now. She moved away from the table and putsomething into a container on a counter. "I may wish to talk to youtomorrow, though.""You'll know where to find me. I climbed off the table and got dressed.Classes were over for the day, so I headed back to my new room to kill timeuntil dinner."*****The next day, while I was in class, a message came over the PA system for meto report to Hemmings' office immediately. Desai was waiting when I gotthere."Please sit down, Sarah. Hemmings said. She shifted into her professional"concerned adult" mode, smiling gently as she pointed to a chair. "Dr.Desai has some news that you need to hear."'Bad news,' I thought. I sat down, carefully sliding my hand under my skirtso it wouldn't wrinkle and trying to look innocent and demure. Had theysomehow found out who I really was?"There is no easy way to tell this, Sarah," Desai began. "When you were inmy office yesterday, I did a pregnancy test. It just came back, and theresults were positive.""Pregnant! No, I can't be.""I can do a second test, but I am sure that the results will be the same.""Can -- can we do something -- get rid of it?""Not while you're a ward of the county," Hemmings said. "The countycommissioners have a long standing policy of not paying for abortions.""How do your parents feel," Desai said. "If you called them, they couldtake you home and do whatever they think is right for you."My parents? _My_ parents were dead. Sarah's had never existed because shedidn't really exist. "I don't want to go home. I -- I can't""Not even for this," Hemmings said. "Sarah, whatever happened, you needthem now. Please tell us how to get in touch with them.""No! Can I go now? I have a lot to think about."""Yes, I understand. Go think about it, and come back if -- when -- youchange your mind."I left. Hemmings and Desai couldn't understand. I knew enough about theMedallion to know that it didn't work on a pregnant female. I was going tobe Sarah for at least nine more months.*****That was over three years ago.They decided not to give me my stuff back until after I had the baby. Theknife was the reason. They thought I might use it on myself or on Angie. Iwouldn't have, of course. At least, I wouldn't have used it on myself.Angie and I did get to be friends again when she helped me in the lastmonths of the pregnancy. I had my daughter, and I gave her up for adoption.When I went back to the Home afterwards, I discovered that Angie had movedall my stuff back into her room. She managed to get my stuff from the safe,too. But the Medallion wasn't in the package with the rest. It had gottenlost somehow. I spent a month searching for it before I finally gave up. Iwas going to be Sarah Doe for the rest of my life.While I was pregnant, I found out how they rescued Kuzak.The cops searched the car and found the lease for the cabin where I'd leftit, in the glove compartment. A squad of state police headed for the cabinand found her as I'd left her, half naked and chained to the bed.They didn't believe her story at first. Who would? Fortunately for her,I'd used the Medallion to change her into what she would have been if she'dbeen born a girl. That meant that she had Don Kuzak's fingerprints. Theyhad to believe fingerprints.Since I disappeared the same day as Kuzak was kidnaped, the police havefigured out that I was involved. Even if I found the Medallion, I can't goback to my old life. Since Sarah is the female counterpart of the boy whoseshirt I bought, I have his fingerprints. I hope that he's behaving himself.I was fingerprinted shortly after I arrived when I first came to Drexler.The company gave Kuzak the $100,000 that should have been mine plus another$250,000 for what she'd gone through. She used some of the money to go backto school, since Vartex couldn't have a person with the body of a 16-yearold working for it.She came back about two months ago with a master's degree in business fromWarton. Those bastards gave her a district manager's job at the mainoffice. She pulls down something like $145,000 per year. I hear that she'sdating the son of one of the senior Vice Presidents.Me, I've got a high school diploma from Drexler Hall. My grades were good-- they should be, I was _cum laude_ in college. Only there was no money tosend _Sarah_ to college. I took some computer courses at Drexler and spenta year at a business school, working as a waitress to cover my tuition. Imanaged to get a job in the personnel office at Vartex. That's how I couldfind out about what happened to Kuzak after she was rescued. I make $375 aweek.I've more or less adjusted to being a female, but after Joey, I'm terrifiedat the thought of being intimate with _anyone_, male or female.Fortunately, I have very few friends, so the subject seldom comes up.I have not always hated Don Kuzak.But I do now.He ruined my life.