Between Iraq and a Hard Place

by Jennifer White

 

Eddie couldn't believe that he was in the desert, in the middle of a war zone. But this was his chance for big bucks. He ran a small company back home that did fiber optic wiring for high bandwidth networks. Suddenly, he got a chance from the US government to do more work in the next 6 months than his company normally did in three years.

So here he was, in a foreign land, getting shot at some times, but making good money. He had brought along a gun for personal protection, but when some of the locals who he hired to help out saw it, they offered him five times what he paid for it. He sold it, at a nice profit.

And from then on, whenever he went home, or ordered supplies, he was sure to bring a supply of firearms, which he would sell on the side to make big profits. The larger the weapon he could smuggle in, the higher the markup. Soon, he was making more money off his guns than on his legitimate business.

But why not, it was a war zone, and this was his one and only chance to strike it rich.

 

* * *

 

All was going well with Eddie's operation. He made a huge score, bringing in a case of AK-47s. He was going to be rolling in money when his gig was up, and he went back home. All was perfect.

Until they showed up.

 

Eddie was at his desk, when there was a knock at the door.

"Come in" he said.

Two men in black suits, with black ties entered the room.

"Hello, who are you?" said Eddie.

The ignored him, and kept coming at him. He sensed that something was wrong, and gut up to run. But he was grabbed from behind. Someone else must have snuck into the room. He was forced down in his chair, and he felt a burning sensation as a needle was stuck into his left arm.

He started to numb, and the room started to spin. They had drugged him. The last thing he saw was the blank face of the man in the suit. A face he vowed never to forget.

 

* * *

 

When Eddie woke up, he was all alone in a six by six foot cement room with no windows, a heavy steel door, and a single light bulb for illumination. He was sore. He was hungry. He felt like he had a huge hangover. He wondered how long he had been out for, and why they had him there.

He sat on the hard 'bed' for what must have been hours, before the door opened and someone came in. It was *him*, the man wearing the black suit, with the grim face.

"You didn't respond to our first round of questioning" he said, "so we will won't be as nice to you this time."

"What's going on?" said Eddie. "Why am I here? Who are you!!!"

"You are an international arms smuggler, and you refuse to name your contacts. That is why you are here."

"Are you FBI? CIA? NSA?"

"That is on a 'need to know' basis. And you do not need to know. Now tell me Eddie, who are your contacts? Where do you buy the arms, and who do you sell them to?"

"I'll never tell you, if you're going to treat me like this!"

"Very well then. Have it your way. This is more fun for me, you know. You are just hurting yourself."

Eddie watched as three solum and mute guards entered the room. They stripped his clothes off of him, then put a cinder block in the middle of the room.

"Stand on it" said the man in the suit.

"And if I refuse?"

One of the guards pulled out his gun, and cocked it.

"We are very serious" said the man.

"Hey, you can't do this to me! The Geneva Convention!"

"You are not an enemy soldier who we took prisoner. You are an illegal combatant. The Geneva Convention does not apply to you. We can do anything we wish. Now I assure you, that in two seconds, either you will be on that block, or your brains will be."

Eddie stepped up onto the block. These people were crazy! They were mad. They were going to kill him. But there was no way he was going to cooperate with them. They were being mean to him? Well then they would suffer from not knowing what he had to say. He was strong. He would resist them.

 

 

Cold, naked, standing on the cinder block for hours, Eddie hurt all over. If he tried to even shift his weight, the guards would point their guns at him. His legs hurt. He had to go pee. He really wanted to get down. He was hungry. He needed food and water. But they were relentless.

"Can I go use the restroom?" said Eddie.

The man just stared at him, and said nothing. Eddie waited a half hour, then asked again. Still no response. Finally, the man turned to the guards.

"Allow him to go. Then see to it that he has no sleep."

"Yes sir" said the guard.

 

* * *

 

The guards would come and go as their shifts changed. Every time Eddie got tired and started to nod off, he was rudely poked until he opened his eyes again. Now he was in very bad shape. He felt overwhelmed with hunger, thirst, and the need for sleep. But no matter what he said, the did not allow him to even have a sip of water. He even promised to tell them everything, and they just stared at him, stone faced.

He was very cold now, and feeling ashamed of being naked. As soon as the man returned, he would tell him everything, and be done with it. He was stupid to think he could outlast these people. He just wanted this to be done, and then he would go home.

How long was it that he stood there. Two days? Three? He had no way to tell. Twice, they sprayed him all over with a hose, to wash him off. The little water he was able to get in his mouth was the only thing at all he got to eat or drink. He felt dizzy, like he was about to collapse at any moment. At one point, they put a hood over his head. He could hear people entering the room, then leaving. But he could see nothing. They removed the hood, and told him to face the way he was standing.

 

After some time, a man came in the room. The guards clearly were under his command, by the way that stood straight and saluted when he came into the room.

"We have a hard one here, eh?" he said.

"Sir, yes sir!" said one of the guards.

"Well, he will crack. *She* will be here to interview him. Nobody is able to withstand *her*."

The captain of the guard turned to Eddie, and looked him right in the eye.

"She is much worse than this. You will look back on this as easy, compared to her."

The guards all smiled. Clearly they enjoyed seeing the dread on Eddie's face. Who was she? How was she so terrible, to be worse than this? He didn't really even want to know.

"I know that as a man, you won't like being naked in front of a beautiful woman, when she comes in to question you" said the captain. "So we will allow you to clothe yourself. It is there on the wall. She will be here shortly. I suggest that you had better not be asleep when she enters the room."

With that, he and the guards turned and left. Eddie could barely breathe, he was so upset. What were they going to do to him now? Who was the beautiful woman, that was so dreadful?

He looked to the wall for the clothes. Hanging there, was a white dress. It was frilly, with lace all over. Soft, silky, lacy...feminine. But it was the only thing there. It would be either wear it, or stand naked in front of her. He held it in his hands, smelling the soft flowery scent of perfume on it, and wondered what he should do.

The door swung open, and in walked the most beautiful woman Eddie had ever seen in his life. She was soft, delicate, gentle. She had long beautiful hair, a perfect body, and a kind smiling face. How could she be this dreadful thing that the guards had talked about?

"Hello Eddie" she said softly.

"Hello Ma'am" he replied politely.

"Go ahead, put on your clothes. I know you don't want me to see you naked."

She turned her back on him. He could have jumped her, but something told him that she was more dangerous than her beauty let on. He pulled the dress over his head, and slipped it on.

"There!" she said. "Much better. Here is your reward."

She reached into her purse, and handed him a small plastic bottle of water. He wanted to drink so badly! He took it from her with a trembling hand, and gulped it down. It was ice cold. It was refreshing, but it was certainly not enough.

"Good, wasn't it?" she said.

"Yes. Thank you" replied Eddie.

"If you cooperate with me, you will find that I can be quite kind to you. But if you cross me, well, you don't want to know what will become of you."

Eddie nodded. He *didn't* want to know.

"I will be with you now, until you tell me everything you know. But first, I must make sure I can trust you absolutely. So I am going to ask you to do a few things for me. As you cooperate, you will earn my trust, as well as rewards."

Eddie nodded again.

"Good. First of all, lets start with these."

She pulled out a pair of pink panties from a bag she had with her, and told him to put them on. He took them from her, and did as she asked. He was so tired! He needed sleep so bad now.

"Please Ma'am, let me get some sleep" he said.

"Soon" she whispered, handing him a bra. "Put this on first."

She turned her back so he could take off the dress, put on the bra, then put the dress back on. When he was done, she rewarded him by giving him a snack-size candy bar, which he hungrily devoured.

"Was that good? Do you want more food and water?"

"Oh yes!" he said.

"They be good, and do as I say. Put these on now."

She gave him a pair of fake breasts. He stared at them for a moment, then at her large breasts. Then he put them into his bra. He was afraid to refuse her. He was rewarded with another little bottle of water.

"Now this."

She handed him a wig of long, brown hair. He put it on, and got a cookie as a reward. Why was she making him dress up like a girl? He really didn't care. He just wanted to sleep.

"Please, let me get some sleep" he said.

"Follow me" she said. She led him out the door, down the hall, and into another room. This one was much larger, with a sink and a toilet. Instead of the hard cement bed, there was a cot with a mattress and a pillow.

"This room is for female prisoners" she said. "You can stay here, instead of in that other room. All you have to do, is tell me that you are a woman, and I'll let you go to sleep."

"I'm a woman" he replied quickly. Anything to get some sleep now.

"Your name is Jackie" said the woman. "Do not forget that. You are a woman named Jackie now. Otherwise, you go back to the other room where you will be a sleepless, naked man, standing on a cinder block at gunpoint. Or you can be a woman, asleep on the bed here."

"I am Jackie. I am a woman" he replied.

"Good. That's what I thought. I'll be back tomorrow Jackie, to continue our sessions together."

She turned and left. Eddie didn't care what he just had to say. He had some food in him now, some water, and now he was going to get some sleep. He laid down, and moments after his head hit the pillow, he was fast asleep...

 

* * *

 

Eddie woke up feeling much better. He was able to go to the toilet, and wash his face in the sink. He looked down, to see he was still in the white dress. He was still wearing the bra, and the cups were stuffed with the fake breasts. He knew that under his skirt, he wore panties. This made him feel rather intimidated.

He looked up to see the beautiful woman return to the room. She rolled in a cart, with a hot meal on the top.

"You would like a nice meal, wouldn't you Jackie?" she said.

"Yes! Of course!" responded Eddie.

"You can have it. But first, a few things. Tell me who you are."

"I am Jackie"

"And what are you Jackie?"

"I'm a woman."

"Good. Now tell me Jackie, you like wearing pretty clothes, makeup and sexy shoes, don't you?"

"Yes, I do" said Eddie. He had to tell her what she wanted to hear.

"Nice. So do I. We women are all pretty much alike, aren't we?"

"Yes" he agreed.

"I'm afraid we can't give you a razor, but here is a can of Nair to get rid of that awful hair on your legs. And here is some makeup for you to put on after. I'm sure you'll be wearing it when I return. And here are some shoes, and pantyhose for you too. What do you think of all that?"

"Thank you" said Eddie.

"You're welcome dear. I would do anything to help a woman."

She talked for a few more minutes, making Eddie repeat over and over that he was a woman. He had grown up as a girl. He was female. He loved being a girl. He loved being pretty. And so on.

At last, she was ready to let him eat his first real meal in days.

"Now, you're not a man trying to fool me, are you? You're really a woman?"

"Yes" said Eddie. "I am really a woman."

"Good. Because a man eats like a pig, but a woman eats in a prim and proper manner. I just *know* that you're going to use good table manners, and eat like a girl does."

Eddie nodded. He would do anything to eat. When she give him the plate, he did as she asked, and tried to be careful, slow, and polite while eating. Just like a girl.

 

* * *

 

Things were going very well for Eddie now. He had been doing just what the woman asked him to, acting and dressing like a girl. As long as he did was she said, he was rewarded. He slept well now, was fed, and while it was no fun to be in prison, life was at least tolerable. He even had magazines to read (well...women's magazines like Elle and Cosmo, but they were better than nothing).

But one day he suffered a setback. The woman came to see him, and sat down to drink some tea with him.

"That guard who showed me in, wasn't he cute?"

"Hmm" said Eddie.

"Don't you want him? I can order him to come back in here, so you can hug and kiss him."

"No thank you" said Eddie, who wanted nothing of the sort. "What's the matter? Any girl would love a hunk like that. Don't you want him? Tell me: what if I got him in here for you, so you two could make love?"

"No" said Eddie, disgusted at the though.

But immediately, he realized what a mistake he had made. The woman's demeanor totally changed. Instead of being friendly and kind, she was suddenly harsh a strict.

"Clothes off!" she ordered.

Eddie trembled as he stripped. She made him go until he had nothing to wear.

"Guard!" she yelled.

The guard returned, and saluted.

"Take this man to his cell."

 

And so Eddie found himself standing naked on the box again, in the cold damp tiny cement cell. Just a short time ago, he had been sitting on a couch, sipping tea, warm, cozy, with a full stomach. Now his legs were aching from hours of standing.

He wasn't allowed to sleep that night. He was forced to march back and forth at gunpoint. He longed to be at least sitting down in comfort and eating, like he was before. This was terrible. He vowed that if given a chance, he'd be more careful next time.

After what had to be 2 days of no sleep, and only a little water to drink, he was delirious and exhausted. The woman walked into the room, and he collapsed at her feet.

"Are you a woman, or a man?" she said.

"I am a woman" whispered Eddie.

"Really?" she asked.

"Really. I am" he replied.

"I don't believe you. *You* don't believe it either" she said, walking out of the room.

Eddie was crushed. She was going to leave him there! He broke down and cried.

"Crying like a woman I see" said the guard, who made him get up and stand on the box again.

 

 

How much time passed? An hour? A day? Eddie couldn't tell. He vowed though that next time she returned (if she ever did), he would be sure to convince her. What if she didn't give him another chance? He kept telling himself he was a woman. *He* had to believe it, if she was going to buy off on it.

"I am a woman" he mumbled over and over. He *had* to believe it as the truth. He *was* a woman. He *was* female.

When she did finally arrive, he got on his knees, looked up into her eyes, and spoke.

"For god's sake, I'm a woman! Don't let them treat me like this! Please, you have to help me! How can you let them treat one of your sisters like this?"

"Follow me" she said, wrapping a pink robe around him. He looked at her with loving eyes, as she led him down the hall back to the women's cell block. She put him into a nightie, and tucked him in bed.

 

* * *

 

It took Eddie a couple of days to recover from his ordeal. He needed food and sleep, in large quantities. When the woman came to visit him the next time, he was dressed up in pretty clothes, wearing makeup and heels, reading Cosmo, sitting with his legs crossed at the knee, the way a woman would sit.

"Hello Jackie" she said.

"Hello" replied Eddie. "Please tell me something. I never learned your name. How can I have a good talk with you, if I don't even know your name?"

"Ah, a very feminine response. You may call me Anna" she said.

"Hello Anna" replied Eddie. "But what do you mean by 'feminine response'?"

"That is the way a woman would be, wanting to know the name of the person she is speaking with. Men often forget names right away. But you acted like a woman."

"Of course I did. I *am* a woman."

Eddie sounded convincing. That was because in his mind, he *was* a woman.

"Then tell me, what do you think of that guard?"

"He's really cute" said Eddie.

"If I could set you up on a date, would you go out with him?"

"Of course! What woman wouldn't want a hunk like that?"

Anna grinned. He wasn't just saying the words. He *believed* them. Now it was time for the next test.

"While you were sleeping, we did a blood test, and determined that your estrogen levels are dangerously low. The doctor has recommended that you immediately start taking high doses. I have here your pills, and I have a liquid dose to inject you with. What do you think?"

"What's the matter with me? Why am I low?"

"It has something to do with your ovaries. Here, take three of these pills, while I prepare the syringe."

Eddie took the three white pills, and gulped them down with the last sip of his tea, which had gone cold. Anna called the guard, and asked him to bring more.

"Don't you love being able to order around a guy like that?" said Eddie. "That must be cool."

"Oh yes" replied Anna. "A perk of my job. I can make men do just about anything I tell them to."

They grinned at each other, as Anna injected the clear liquid into Eddie's arm. He just accepted it, which was a good sign. He really did believe he was a woman now. So it was time to move forward with the next phase. The clear liquid was actually a powerful drug. Soon, Eddie would be passed out, and they could go to work on him.

They would take him to the hospital ward, where they would use a laser to remove all his body hair. And they would perform one other minor procedure on him. But first, she had to test him.

"Tell me Jackie, what do you think of, when you see my boobs?"

"They are very nice" said Eddie. "But they make me feel intimidated."

"Why?"

"Because I'm so small compared to you. Its like I'm inadequate."

"Don't worry, that will be taken care of soon."

"Really?"

"Really."

She held Eddie's hand as he fell asleep from the influence of the drug. When next he awoke, he would find himself hairless (except for what was on his head), and he would find that he had breast implants, giving him the large boobs he so much desired to have...

 

* * *

 

*Jackie* awoke on her bed, in her silky pink nightie. Immediately, she knew something was different. She reached down to her chest, and felt the weight there with her hands. She opened her eyes to look, and she was overjoyed. Somehow, overnight, she had developed the breasts she had longed to have. What woman wouldn't want a nice bust? She was so happy that she cried.

"Look!" she cried, when Anna arrived that day. "Look at me!"

"You've got nice boobs honey" she said.

"I'm so proud" she replied.

Jackie had no body hair. It would never grow back, after being permanently burned off with the laser. Her hair, which had grown long and wild during her months of incarceration had been cut and styled. It had also been dyed blonde. It was really cute. Jackie loved it. In her mind, she was a woman. And a woman looked good with hair like that.

She got up, and got dressed as the chatted with Anna. Then she put on her makeup, and sat down to have breakfast with her friend. When they were done eating, they sipped their last cup of coffee, and chatted. Just two women, having a talk.

"Tell me" said Anna, "would you do me a favor?"

"Of course! What can I do to help you?"

"Write down for me the names of the arms dealers that Eddie bought from."

"Sure" said Jackie.

She admired her nail polish, as she jotted down the names of arms dealers. It was a favor for her friend, and one woman was always glad to help out her sisters.

"And also, write down the names of the weapons buyers" said Anna.

Jackie smiled, and wrote those down too. When she was done, she handed the paper and pen back to Anna.

"Here you go."

"Thank you dear" said Anna. "Come on, you're free to go now."

She led Jackie by the hand, down the hall, and towards the door. The clicking of their high heel shoes echoed off the hard marble floor. When the reached the door and passed by the guards, she handed her a red purse with a long thin strap.

"Your passport, your papers, and you money is in here" she said. They had altered all of Eddie's photos and documents, to reflect his new gender and name.

"Thank you. Thank you for everything. Don't forget to write!" said a grateful Jackie, as she headed out the door, and on to freedom.

 

* * *

 

"Impressive" said the commander to Anna. "How did you get such a complete confession from your subject?"

"I just asked" replied Anna, truthfully. She looked sharp in her full dress military uniform, with the regulation length skirt. The insignia and strips on her arm showed her rank of major.

"Come on. Nobody would confess if you just ask. You didn't torture him, did you?"

"Of course not. I did nothing but show kindness, and give him what he asked for. He took quite a liking to me. He considers me a friend, and he was glad to help me by giving me the information."

"You are my best agent" replied the commander. "I am nominating you for promotion to Captain."

"Thank you sir!" said Anna, excited that she was finally advancing to the next level in her career.

"No. Thank you for your service" he replied. She was the best person under his command, and she greatly deserved her promotion. "I am very happy with all you have done for us."

Anna saluted, then walked off, her head held high. That made two men she had made happy today.

  

  

  

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