Since I started this, I have also uncovered among my salvaged school materials several Montgomery Ward catalogs from the early '30's, so there will be more illustrations. Each chapter will, however, continue to be built around one of the original nine illustrations from "True Love Stories" of May, 1930.

This is dedicated to my fellow authors and, I hope, my friends Angel O'Hare and Maddy Bell, who have honored me by including me in their stories. You two are in this whether you like it or not! :-)

 

Byron the Bastard

by Jezzi Stewart

©2004 Turn Right Productions

 

 

Part 3; January 1, 1934; Angel

Over the next several days, Carol recuperated, first in the hospital and then at home. Byron was serving 90 days in the cook county Jail for public drunkenness and drunk driving. Only Angel knew the truth about what he had done, and it was consistent with her evolving plan for him that he have this little "vacation". Now all she had to do was convince Carol.

It was 10:00am on New Years Day, and Carol was sitting up in bed when Angel came in to her bedroom at Bromwood. She set the tea tray she had brought down on the night stand and took a good look at her friend. "Well. it's about damn time!" she said, hands on hips.

Carol looked good. For the first time since she'd awakened in Cook County Hospital, she had taken the trouble to fix herself up. She had done her hair in an attractive style and had even used some makeup. she was dressed very prettily in a pink nighty. She looked a sweet confection with a pastel blue bedspread surrounding her and propped up by pastel blue pillows. "And a fine good New Years morning to you, too, Miss Grumpy." she said to her friend laughingly, and angel flushed guiltily. Then she turned serious. "1933 was such a horrible year for everyone in so many ways, and of course for me personally at the end, that 1934 just has to be better. I just decided to take President Roosevelt's words to heart, 'We have nothing to fear but fear itself.'" She noticed Angel still standing and smiled again. "Here, come sit by me and fix us the tea."

Angel moved to do so. She fixed Earl Gray for herself, plain, and green tea for Carol, two sugars, as she liked it. They sipped in silence for a moment, broken finally by Angel. "Well, I'm very glad to see my good girlfriend back." she started. "Jack and I ... all your friends ... were worried about you. How do you feel now about the ..." And she glanced at her friend's tummy, leaving the rest of the question unspoken.

Angel watched as Carol's smile disappeared. Her mouth didn't slide all the way into a frown, though, she noted with relief. "The babies?" Carol asked. "I feel sad, of course, but not so bad as I would if they had been more developed. And I am SO angry at Byron!" She began to get herself worked up. "That bastard! Do you know, Angel, that he had the nerve to call me from jail last night and apologize ... and then ask me to get him out!? Angel, he murdered my babies!" She broke into tears, apparently more upset about the loss of the babies than she had thought. "An...and I still love him. Ohmygawd, Angel, what am I going to do about Byron?"

This was what Angel had been waiting for, and while holding her friends hand, she took advantage of the question. "What if you could teach him a lesson, Carol? A REAL lesson. what if you could make him walk a mile in your shoes ... your high heeled shoes!" She watched as confusion replaced anger on her friend's face.

"M...my shoes?" And then there was an abrupt switch to giggles. "And my dress ... with lipstick? Oh, wouldn't he look silly! Are you saying we dress him up like a girl? And take some pictures, maybe? Are you suggesting blackmail? Oh, he's the right size, not too big; he might even be cute!"

Angel giggled too. She knew Carol loved her giggling; most people did. She didn't know why, but it had sort of become her trademark, and she had learned to use it to her advantage. Soon the two women were giggling in unison, one innocently, the other deliberately to get her friend in the right mood. Finally when she knew she'd put carol in a receptive mood, Angel began. "Oh, Carol, she said between giggles, "he WOULD look sooo funny, but that's not what I meant. We might have a hold over "her" for awhile but there're too many chances "he" might find a way out, and get us in trouble to boot. Besides, while we might get our revenge, he wouldn't learn anything; he'd be resentful and constantly plotting escape. We need a way for "her" to be completely dependent on us for his return to manhood - although you may not want "him" back if my plan works.

"Of course I'll want him back!" said carol indignantly. "He's my husband and I do still love him." Then she giggled. "But I wouldn't mind if he endured a little girlishness first - like a period or two!" Both girls laughed, but Angel could see that carol was puzzled. "But how can we get him in the position you mentioned?" she asked. "We can't actually turn him into a girl."

"Oh, no?" Angel smiled. "Look," she said, "you still need to rest. Why don't you come to my place tomorrow around noon. Bob will be working downstairs and I'll send Tammy and TeeSee to my cousin for the day. We'll do lunch and I'll explain a little more what I have in mind for your ... husband. 'Let Carol wonder for awhile about that pause before 'husband'.' she thought. She fluffed Carol's pillows for her, kissed her on the forehead, and picked up the tea things. Carol was already snoring softly as Angel left the room. She left a book on the night stand along with a note. The note read:

Carol,

Have you read Mr. H.G. Well's book, "The Island of Doctor Moreau"? If not, or to refresh your memory, I'm leaving you a copy. It's relatively short; read it before you come tomorrow. Trust me.

Huggles, girl. Angel.

 

The next day, Angel sat in her living room waiting for the doorbell to signal carol's arrival. she was dressed rather casually in a rose print shirtwaist. A medium sized victorian looking chest, approximately eighteen inches long and deep and about a foot wide rested on top of the coffee table. A split second before the doorbell ring, she got up to go answer the door. 'I must be a bit psychic.' she thought.

When she opened the door, she was once again pleased to see that her friend's appearance was back up to it's pre-Christmas standard. Carol was wearing an ankle length brown wool coat with matching gloves and hat; the hat had a little mesh veil to add a touch of extra femininity. She took off the coat revealing a brown business suit and matching pumps, and looked very professional; the look was softened by a spray of white ruffles at her throat and wrists. "Why so formal this morning?" Angel asked, as she led her into the living room.

Carol explained that she was going to the Cook County Jail to see Byron for the first time later in the afternoon. "I want him to know that while I'm a woman and his wife" - She held up her hand so Angel could see she was still wearing her wedding ring. - I'm not going to take any more abuse from him!" She stated angrily as the two seated themselves. The trunk was positioned so that when it's lid was lifted both would be able to see inside.

"You may want to rethink your presentation for Byron after you've heard and seen mine." said Angel. "Did you read the book?"

Carol frowned. "yes, but what could that have to do with Byron? You certainly can't mean we should change him to a woman by putting him through such surgery as is mentioned in the book! That is all fiction. I've read others of Mr. Wells' books - Martians, time travel, changing animals into people; he has quite an imagination, your Mr. Wells, but a true story? Never." She paused. "besides, I could never put Byron through such pain as Dr. Moreau inflicted."

"It is true." Carol smiled and looked up expecting her friend to be smiling, but she wasn't. Angel continued. "The island was and is real. Dr. Moreau was real as well as his sadistic experiments. He did indeed, through surgical vivisection, create the semi-human monsters described in the book. Edward Prendick, although that is not his real name, was real, and his nephew did tell a real story to Mr. H.G. Wells. I know, because Dr. Moreau was my great uncle and his brother, my grandfather. His son, my father, started Moreau imports. He passed on to me his father's story as well as the trunk you see before you."

Carol was shocked. "Bu ... but no brother was mentioned in the book."

"Dr. Moreau and my grandfather, also Dr. Moreau, Bernard to his Frederick, had a falling out before Mr. Prendick arrived on the island, a falling out of such dimensions that I am not surprised that Frederick did not mention his brother to him. You see, my grandfather was sickened by the pain inflicted by his brother upon the helpless animals of the island; he believed that what his brother was trying to achieve by surgery, he could achieve with much less pain by chemical means. He retreated to the caves beneath the islands and conducted his own experiments. Ultimately he was much more successful than his brother." Here Angel lifted the lid of the trunk.

The top of the interior of the trunk was a tray divided into twenty-seven two by four inch compartments. About two-thirds of the compartments held two two inch diameter cork stoppered blue glass bottles, and the rest held four one inch diameter bottles of the same color; all the bottles were approximately three and a half inches tall, the stoppers increasing their height to four inches. There were hand written labels on some of the bottles, typed labels on others. There were three empty compartments, dust circles on the bottom showing each had contained two bottles. Angel Spoke. "There is another identical tray beneath this one. the bottom of the trunk is filled with my great uncle's journals and medical notes and my father's journal."

Carol giggled nervously. "Love potions, Angel?"

Angel didn't crack a smile. "Some, partially, yes. These potions - well they're really called elixirs - developed by my grandfather can do to animals what my great uncle did by means of surgery, with much less pain and a very much higher survival rate." She paused. "to animals ... and people." Carol,..." She looked straight into her friend's eyes. "...the elixirs in these bottles in the top tray can change a person's sex, male to female, female to male."

"You can't mean it!" said a shocked Carol. "Give Byron a ... well, a ... you know? ... And breasts? That's impossible!" Then she giggled again. "It sure would make a funny looking Byron! Oh, you're just having a joke with me, aren't you?"

"Not at all." Angel replied seriously. "And no, "she" wouldn't look funny; she will look like Byron would look if he had been born female - like Byron's fraternal twin sister, so to speak. Carol, I'm not joking, I'm not being silly. My grandfather's elixirs work! I know because I've used them.

She watched Carol's eyes get big. "Y ... you used to be a man?"

Angel laughed a little at that. Grabbing recessed handles, she pulled out both trays and set them on the other end of the coffee table. She reached in and pulled out a fairly new volume that looked like a photo album. She opened the album to the last page that had pictures attached. "Look at the Kodaks." She told her friend; "Work through toward the front."

Carol looked at the first pic. "You, Bob, Tammy, TeeSee, ... and Byron!" she commented in surprise. "I remember; I took this last July when we went to the zoo together. It was right before my father died."

"Keep looking."

On the next page were pictures of Angel and her family, the earliest being of Angel and Bob with Angel holding baby Tammy. Next came wedding pictures and a picture of Bob and Angel sitting at a table in a fancy restaurant; Bob was holding out a ring box to Angel, and a smiling Angel was reaching to take the ring. But then the pictures changed. on the next page were Kodaks of Angel and a girl Carol didn't recognize, and the two were kissing - not air kiss kiss girlfriend style but deeply, passionately, lovers style! "Who? ... what?" Angel could tell carol was shocked, and just motioned her friend to keep going. The remainder of the pics were of the two women happily doing all sorts of activities that normally a dating couple would do together.

"That's my 'friend' Jez; look closely at her, Carol." Angel told her. "Who does she resemble?" She watched her friend's eyes get big and her mouth drop open as she realized the truth.

"Bob!"... His sister?" asked Carol, hopefully, but knowing she was wrong.

"Carol," started Angel, leaning forward in a confidential manner, "you've become my best friend, and you have a problem. I think I know how to help you solve it, but you have to believe first. I've never told anyone this, and I promised Bob I never would. Having heard about Byron and you from me, he's made a special exception for you. You must promise never to tell anyone what you're about to hear. That might prove hard. can you?"

A confused Carol just nodded. then she, as angel had hoped, pulled herself together and gave an emphatic "Yes!" She paused and then went on. "I feel as if you're my best friend, too, Angel. I don't know what I'd have done without you this past year, and here you are now, doing your best to help me again. Of course, Yes.

Now it was Angel's turn to nod, and she continued. "When I was eighteen, Caro, I committed a sin, the sin of falling in love with my best friend Jez, who happened to be another girl, really Jezebel, but she NEVER used that. To my surprise, I learned that she felt the same about me. The process was, as you might imagine, not simple, and I won't spell out the angst ridden details. The bottom, tragic, line though was that neither of us was a lesbian. There seemed no acceptable way for Jez and I to consummate our love privately, let alone go public with it. We both sank into depressions, Jez more so than I."

Angel paused, held up her empty teacup and gave carol a questioning look. Carol nodded, and Angel refreshed their cups.

"Jez and I had been best friends since we were about four when Jez's family moved into Rogers Park. When my Dad went off to fight in the Great War, he took me aside and showed me the trunk and explained everything. My mom was already dead, and I suppose he thought I, as I might become the only remaining direct descendant, ought to know. I was only nine, so I didn't understand a lot of what he said, but the important thing was I knew what the elixirs could do and that the journals and records about them were also in the trunk, ready for when I was older. Here's the thing, I promised my Dad I wouldn't tell anyone, but I lied. Within a day, I had told Jez. Beginning to see where this is going?

Since Carol just held up her hands and shook her head no, Angel continued. "As I've told you, my dad never did come back from the Great War. I have his posthumous croix de guerre, but I would rather have had him. He was an only child, so my Aunt Gwen on my mother's side moved from California to take care of me and run the business. she didn't know about the trunk, and I never told her. She loved me, still does and it's mutual, but she never did adapt well to Chicago weather. When I turned twenty-one and she had taught Jez and I, for we were going into business together, all she knew about running Moreau Imports, she Moved back to California. We exchange monthly letters, and she came back to give me away at Bob and my wedding..." She paused and took a deep breath. "... which brings us back to Bob."

"As I said, Jez was the more depressed over our situation of the two of us. To make a long story short, One day, after being gone for a week on business, I walked into my bedroom to find a man who could have been Jez's twin brother sitting on the bed in his underwear. He simply held out his arms to me. I knew immediately what had been done. No words needed to be spoken ... then. I started shucking my clothes at the door and was naked as a jay bird by the time I reached him; by that time, he was minus his undies. We made grand glorious love for a whole day straight." She smiled a soft smile, remembering. "After about an hour, in a snuggle break he spoke. 'Hi, I'm Bob.' he said, and I swear, if we'd been in position to do so, I think he would have stuck his hand out for a handshake. He kissed me instead and that led to another round. During the next snuggle break, I said, 'Bob?' and he just said, 'Yep, Bob.' My spouse never has explained how he got from Jez to Bob, but he did explain, the next day, how Jez became Bob."

Carol put her hand up in a "stop" gesture. "Oh, my, Angel, I believe I need something stronger than tea!" she said, shaking her head. Since neither woman, nor Bob, for that matter, drank alcohol, Angel could see that her friend was really shook up and needed a break, Angel went to the kitchen and retrieved a bottle of Canadian Club whiskey from its hiding place beneath the removable bottom of the under sink cabinet. It had been there since Bob and her anniversary party three years ago when a Canadian guest had smuggled it in as a gift for them. It had never been opened, but Angel could not imagine that there would ever be a better time. Her quirky sense of humor came to the fore and she poured the liquor into Tammy and TeeSee's matching Radio Orphan Annie Ovaltine mugs. she put the mugs on a tray and started for the living room. before she got to the door she paused, turned and grabbed the bottle. Radio Orphan Annie might very well have to broadcast more than once, she thought.

She was right. Carol threw her mug back and offered it for another hit before Angel was fully seated. Angel waited for her friend to finish coughing and then, sipping her drink, returned to her story. " Bob told me that as Jez, about two months before my business trip she had decided to kill herself, that she felt there was no hope for us. That scared me badly, but I hid it and continued listening. While she was trying to decide how to do it, he said, she remembered my grandfather's trunk, and my father's long ago story of what it could do. Desperate and grabbing at any straw, she went one night when I was out down to the basement, where the trunk was kept, jimmied it open, and found what you see before you, Carol. She read my grandfather's and my father's journals and medical notes, and decided with a calmness born of 'nothing left to lose' - to use her phrase - to turn herself into a man, a man who could then become my husband. ... And it worked."

Reaching into the trunk. Angel removed one of the bottles from a two bottle compartment. Handing it to Carol, she continued. "The elixir in this bottle prepares the body for the changes it will undergo. It has to be taken sixty days before the next bottle, which will initiate the actual changes. Jez had to add a Teaspoon of her blood to the second bottle 24 hours before drinking it, and Bob told me that getting that blood was by far the hardest part for her. The actual changes take several hours to complete. Bob says Jez simply went to sleep, and he woke up. He felt like he had the mother of all hangovers, his legs and underarms were still smooth shaven, his hair was still in Jez style, and, like the blonde she was, he told me smiling, Jez had forgotten to provide male clothes. His height and weight hadn't changed much, though, so he was still able to fit into Jez's clothes. He told me he actually had to cross dress like a girl to go out and buy himself some male clothing. Getting a haircut was the most embarrassing thing he said, as the barber he went to kept teasing "her" about being a tomboy. And you know the rest. We concocted a story about Jez leaving for Europe for her health, while her twin brother had come to chicago to take over her end of Moreau Imports. Most of our friends were secretly, I think, a little relieved because they suspected, as one admitted to me, that Jez and my relationship was becoming 'a bit unusual'. One of my father's friends who had taken a protective liking to me - sort of like your "Uncle" Jack - and had kept in touch with me through the years was in some shady businesses, worked with Capone, I think, and he was able to get Bob a birth certificate. We married two months after the change." She shrugged, indicating that that was the end of the story.

"WOW!" was all Carol could manage. She held out her Ovaltine mug for a third hit of Canadian Club. Both women sipped their whiskey in silence for a moment. Finally Carol commented. "I would never have suspected, Angel; Bob doesn't act the least bit effeminate."

"It wasn't easy for him, Caro." Angel replied. "He had to unlearn all Jez's feminine mannerisms, and Jez was a very feminine woman. he misses her, too, as do I. You mustn't tell a soul, but every once in awhile, if it becomes too much for him, he dresses and makes up as Jez, and we go out as two girlfriends for dinner or dancing." She laughed. "One time we ran into my father's friend who had gotten the birth certificate for Bob at a jazz club; he danced with Jez and never suspected a thing! Tammy and TeeSee have even met their "Aunt Jez", although they don't know that she's also daddy yet; we'll tell them when they are a bit older and better able to keep secrets. Now that you know, you'll have to meet Jez sometime. You and Bob get along well, and I'm sure he won't mind. As I said, he knows I'm telling you all this."

"I think I will really enjoy that!" laughed Carol, and then continued, shaking her head. "I believe you, Dear Friend, but you gotta admit this is really wild. And we can do this to Byron? What about changing her back to him? I don't want my husband a woman permanently. I have no intention of becoming a lesbian."

"I don't think you could, dear; I think they are born, not made. But, yes," Angel said to give her friend piece of mind, "'she' can be changed back. Bob and I used two more of the elixir sets to change a male dog to female and back. We had a vet examine the dog after each transformation. No complications at all."

"Still," said Carol, "I'd want Uncle Jack in on it."

Angel was delighted that her friends statement indicated that she accepted turning that bastard into a woman, but was concerned about involving a third- party - well fourth, since Bob was included. "Do you think that's wise?" she asked.

"Jack Flier was my father's best friend, and those two shared some wild adventures. He's very open minded, and he very much dislikes Byron, so I don't think there will be any problems getting him to believe and help, Ange. You'll have to get to know him better and let him tell you some of his stories." She giggled. ("Oh, no," thought Angel, "Is that my influence or the liquor's?") Maybe I'll have You and 'Jez' and Jack over for a small gathering after Byron is transformed. Miss New Girl can practice the feminine skills we will, I'm sure, (Angel grinned at carol's evil grin.) have a great deal of fun teaching 'her'. I can get to know Jez, and Jack can tell us some tales and you can get to know him." The grin and giggles disappeared. "Seriously, having both a physician and a lawyer in on this will, I think, be a big help." Switching gears, she asked, "What do the four smaller bottles do?"

Angel shook her head, looking at the now one-third empty whiskey bottle, which was a little blurry. "No more of this!" she said before answering Carol's question. She grabbed the bottle and stood up - carefully. "Do you mind?"

Carol, who, having had one more drink than her friend, was afraid she wouldn't be able to stand up, waved her away with a "No, not at all."

At the door to the kitchen, Angel turned back. "Remind me when you leave," she said grinning, "that I need to rinse these mugs before Tammy and TeeSee get home. I'll bring us a couple of Coca-Colas" And she hid the bottle back under the sink, even though it no longer needed to be hidden. "Out of sight; out of mind." she thought.

She returned with the Coca-Colas, and after settling down again. Finally answered her friend's question. "I don't know what they do for a fact, as Jez didn't use any and at the time we didn't see a point to trying them on the dog, although looking back on it, we probably should have. What they are supposed to do is to initiate mental changes to go along with the physical ones. They are submissive feminine, submissive masculine, dominant feminine, and dominant masculine. A full dose of subfemme ..." Here Angel copied her girlfriend's earlier evil grin. "... supposedly will make 'Byronia' your eager sex slave and ...."

Carol pulled herself up straight. "Angel, NO!" she interrupted sharply, surprising her friend. "Let's get one thing straight. I know you don't like Byron; you certainly have no reason to. I don't like him much at the moment. But he IS my husband, and I DO love him. I don't mind teaching him a lesson, and I don't mind if we have some fun at 'her' expense while we are doing it; he deserves it. But I don't want a slave, sex or otherwise. I want a temporary girlfriend, I guess. She'll have enough trouble adjusting, without being mentally sandbagged as well. The fact that we are her only way back to manhood should be enough to keep her in line and get her to learn the lessons we want 'him' to learn!

Angel held up her hands in a compliant gesture. 'Wow,' she thought, 'a feisty side to my friend!' "OK," she said. "It was just a thought. Wouldn't hurt to fantasize about it though; Byron in a cute little nighty, begging you to, well, you know..."

Carol giggled. 'I wonder if this inane giggling is Angel's influence or the liquor's?' she thought. "OK," she said. "I must admit fantasizing about it DOES sound fun, but that's all!... Destroy that bottle of hooch, Ange; that's EVIL stuff!" And she started giggling again, as did Angel. Byron, permed and made up, in a pink, really really feminine nighty doing, well, you know ...!

After pulling herself together, and seeing that Carol had as well, Angel said, "Seriously Caro, Dad's notes said a small dose of sub elixir would just help the transformee accept his/her necessary changes for her/his new role better. Just think about it. Now, getting down to business, despite what I said earlier, I now think you should stick to you original plan for visiting Byron. That suit suits you and your plan very well, by the way." she added as an aside, and giggled. 'NO more Canadian Club EVER!' she thought. "Make him think you really will divorce him!" Can you bring him anything? Any food?" she asked, getting an idea.

"Candy bars and stuff." Answered Carol. "Why? I didn't bring him anything today; I was too angry with him."

"Don't worry about it today, hon," Angel replied. Next time you'll bring him something that will make him sick - sick enough that he'll need a doctor. That'll be our excuse to get Jack into see him; he can administer the first bottle of elixir and Byron can unknowingly be preparing for womanhood while he's finishing his sentence. At the same time, we can be fixing up a really girly-girl room at your place for our new little doll. Won't that be fun! We'll have to get a few outfits for our newbie, but then we'll introduce her to the joys of SHOPPING! Too bad we can't age regress 'her'. Wouldn't you love to have an adorable little Shirley temple look alike to play with?"

Carol out and out laughed as she got up - carefully - to gather her things. "My dear girl, you are EVIL. It's a good thing for 'Byronia' - we'll have to come up with a better name, but we can wait on that. - that I'll be around to balance you!"

Handing Carol her purse, Angel put her hand on her friend's shoulder. "Becoming your daughter would be justice served, Caro." she told her seriously. "Remember, if you start getting cold feet, what that bastard cost you!"

Carol pulled her friend into a hug. "I do, Ange, and I will!" she promised. "I'll call Jack as soon as I get home and get him to call you. You and he can set a time for him to come over and get "The Explanation" - without the Canadian Club, though, I think." She grinned. "Oh, don't forget to rinse out the mugs;" she said as she left. "The Ovaltine people are probably getting psychic headaches because of their abuse!"

After Carol left, Angel sat down and realized the buzz from the hooch was being replaced by a king sized headache, She got up, went to the kitchen, washed out the mugs, and then retrieved the bottle of Canadian Club from its hiding place. she poured the remaining contents down the drain. 'It makes you feel too good before it makes you feel bad.' she thought.

 

In the ensuing weeks and months, the two friend's plans were put into effect. Jack proved surprisingly easy to convince. Angel supposed Carol had been telling the truth about his interesting life and looked forward to hearing his stories and getting to know him better. Byron, made sick by a doctored Baby Ruth Carol gave him, called for a doctor, and the police, notified by Carol that Jack was Byron's doctor, called him. He administered the first elixir by means of a shot in Byron's rear. Jack used a dull needle. By the time Byron's sentence was up at the end of March, all was in readiness at Bromwood.

Byron was tired as he walked through the front door of Broomwood for the first time in three months. His hair was about two inches longer, down below his ears, almost to his jaw line and below his collar tickling his back in back; he had wanted to get a haircut from the prison barber, but Carol had convinced him that prison barbers were butchers and that he should wait and go to his own barber. His suit had obviously not been properly cared for while under the control of the prison authorities, and he looked quite disheveled. There was no "You bitch!" with threatening gestures about him now. While he definitely was looking forward to sex with Carol, who seemed to have forgiven him, he decided it could wait till tomorrow. Little did he realize that it would be a lot longer than that, if ever. Carol helped him undress and get into bed. She went down stairs and quickly brought back a hot toddy for him; it was laced with the contents of the second bottle of elixir. Angel had finally gotten Carol to agree to add just a dash of the subfemme, "for his ... oops, her ... own good." Jack had drawn the necessary blood from Byron on his last prison visit, and carol had kept it refrigerated till yesterday.

After byron had slipped into the elixir induced sleep, Angel, who had been in the next room waiting, came in and joined Carol. She sure as hell wasn't going to miss this. Soon it began. "Look!" exclaimed Carol, who was sitting on the edge of the bed and noticed the changes first, "The subfemme elixir is working even as SHE sleeps!" Angel got up from her chair to look just as Byron's facial features began to soften and change, skin clearing, lips getting fuller, nose smaller with just a bit of cute little upturn, cheekbones more prominent. "Ohmygawd, she's going to be a beauty!" said Carol, in awe.

"Jealous already?" teased Angel.

That succeeded in lightening the mood. "Oh, you!" laughed Carol, punching her friend playfully on the arm. "Go get Jack and Bob; they wanted to see this happening too. They're in the library; Jack's probably already raided the bar. I'm sure poor Hathor will really be glad to have Jack around now that everyone ..." She glanced at the changing Byron. "... in this household will be teetotalers. He'll be her only worshipper."

Angel laughed and left to get the two men. Jack's interest was medical although he was human enough to want to see byron get hi ... er, hers, also. Bob had, of course, missed her own transformation, and was curious. The men, however, didn't stay in the bedroom too long. Jack was nervous with a "There but for the grace of God go I." uneasiness. Bob, while he enjoyed playing Jez occasionally, didn't want to be reminded that he could BE her again; being her had cost him his love, and almost his life.

The two women watched through the night. Toward morning when the changes were complete and the new, and, they hoped, improved Byron was just sleeping soundly, they cleaned her up. Byron's mustache and other facial hair had just fallen out and was laying on his face. While not all his leg and arm hair had fallen out, all that was left on them and under her arms was that normal for a woman who hadn't shaved. They cleaned off the no longer anchored hair, but didn't shave her; they were going to leave that pleasure for her to do herself. Carol ran a brush through her hair to tidy it, but didn't attempt to style it; another pleasure they wanted her to experience. When carol looked up from her brushing, Angel brought out a bottle of Revlon's "Where's The Fire" very red nail polish from behind her back and silently mouthed "Please?" at her and pouted. Carol frowned at first, then the frown slowly turned to a smile and she whispered, "What the hell, go ahead!" Angel gleefully spent the next half hour giving their new lady a manicure AND pedicure. Finally they had the new Byron as ready as they wanted her, dressed in a pastel blue silk chemise V-neck romper style nighty festooned with oodles of lace - matching panties underneath, of course. They wanted his first sensations of girlhood to be ultra feminine. Giggling quietly, they tiptoed out. They wanted her to think himself alone when he realized the changes. They had, however, installed a one way mirror and a false heat duct grill between their soon-to-be-only-Carol's bedroom and the next room, the girly-girl room set up for the new woman. they would be able to see and hear everything.

"Ooooh, Byron is going to be soooo mad!" giggled Angel

"We can't keep calling her Byron," Carol giggled back, "and I hate Byronia!"

"Well, whoever we call HER, HE's going to be mad, M A D!" Angel laughed outright, since they were now in the other room. She always wanted the last word.

'Mad. Mad.... Hmmmmmm' she thought, and then she joined Angel in getting comfortable in front of the one way mirror. Time to watch the fun.

Byron groaned and opened his eyes slowly. Something wasn't right. Something felt, in fact, very very wrong. As his vision cleared, he looked down at herself. what he saw was a veritable field of blue silk and lace. And out of that veritable field jutted two VERY prominent hills.

The first words the women in the other room heard were uttered in a lovely feminine soprano. They were, "Oh, shit!"

 

to be continued...

  

  

  

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