"Well what say we cruise past her home and see what’s what, and if there’s any police we skedaddle---okay? If there’s no sign of the police, we wait and see what develops. We can always enter at night and grab her then."
"Good, I can’t wait to get my hands on that girl and make sure she’s dead this time," growled Dan.
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Chapter 2
Meanwhile Phoebe had managed to open the front door with one of the keys in her purse. Hoping the delay in trying the other's first hadn't alerted Rose's suspicions, as she waited in the car by the driveway. Turning to wave goodbye to Rose, she entered. Standing just inside the door, she looked around taking in the clean and simply styled interior. Quickly establishing that the house was empty, she went back and locked the door.
First priority the bathroom, the uncomfortable feeling of a full bladder, insisting that she discover rather quickly, just how to relieve herself. Looking sadly at the toilet seat she realised that unless there was a cure/antidote to the spray then she was destined to having to sit down to pee. Pulling down her panties she sat and waited. Feeling the pressure build, she tried relaxing, letting nature take its course.
Hmmm, she thought, you still get the same sense of relief although it feels different and the sound...She found that you had to wipe after, unlike a man where you just flicked it dry. Finishing, she thought, now! The mirror, to get her first look at the person she had become. Walking to the bathroom where she found a 3/4-length mirror, steeling herself for the shock, she stepped in front of it seeing for the first time, her new image.
At first it was hard to think as this person in the mirror as being her, years of seeing her old male image in a mirror was familiar and comforting. She or rather Drax knew every inch of himself, every expression and every little imperfection. Coming to grips with seeing a totally new and strange face was unnerving, especially when the movements mimicked her every thought. ‘She’s beautiful’... ‘I’m’... lost in the beauty of the image in front of her, Phoebe stood there entranced. Although now she was dirty and bedraggled, clothes ripped and bloodstained. The beauty of this young woman wasn’t to be denied.
Slowly bringing her hands up to her hair watching the image do the same, that, which was still Drax was in love with this image. Suddenly an incongruous thought entered, I’m filthy, and I need my hair washed. Stripping off, she kept her eyes on her body admiring the full breasts and pert nipples. Brushing against one as she was removing the bra sent shivers though her new anatomy. Pausing she started touching them, getting engrossed in the waves of pleasure coming them as she continued.
Her nipples hardened and the feelings increased spreading downward to her other as of yet unexplored pleasure centre. Reluctantly she stopped, thinking, first thing's first. Clean up, get some new clothes then find out more about this person that I’ve become. Looking around the bathroom, she found all manner of scented bath soaps, shampoos, lotions and other feminine products. She suspected she’d have to learn all about them and their uses if she was destined to remain a female.
Deciding to shower rather than have a more relaxing bath knowing speed was preferable at this time, she washed her hair and cleaned any smudges of blood from her body that had come from the clothes. She was conscious that her new body was far more sensitive to the ministrations of the soap and washcloth. Feeling she could have spent all day in the shower getting to know this gorgeous body, she reluctantly finished, and grabbing a nice warm towel, dried herself off. Then finding a hair drier went to work on her hair, spending 15 minutes getting it dry.
Not knowing a lot about styling, Phoebe just brushed it gently after it was fully dry, fortunately it seemed to fall into a natural style of it’s own either that or it had had a perm thought Phoebe. Feeling somewhat exposed just in a towel the next stop was the bedroom and some fresh clothes. Opening drawers, she found a bewildering array of underwear in all colours and styles.
All the knowledge Phoebe had of where and how woman’s clothing went on, was limited to the fact that women wore matching coloured underwear. Thinking that this young woman, who’s place she had taken, was meticulous in her habits, she more than likely would have organised her clothing in an order ready to be worn. So taking note of where everything was, she took the top pair of panties, (which just happened to be a pale blue) then opening the drawer with the slips and bras picked out the ones that seemed to match.
Finding a new pair of hose, she took these to the bed and laid them out.
Walking over to the closet, Phoebe contemplated her next decision, what to wear. Laughing inwardly at the clique expression, knowing this would be literally true, as he had no idea of how to match woman’s clothing.
Staring all the variety of clothes there made her pause, seeing that there were a few jeans he took one off its hanger, thinking I can still wear pants although I’m a girl now. They seemed rather small to fit her body and holding them up against her, she realised that it would be such a tight fit that it might even be uncomfortable.
Opting for something that looked a little more comfortable, she picked out a yellow dress that had an elasticised bodice with a full skirt. Getting dressed this time was easier having the light to see what she was doing; in addition, having done it once, she knew the basic idea.
Having dressed and wearing slipper like shoes, (what she was to learn later were called mules). She started exploring the house, going from one end to the other. In her search, she found boxes of what looked like baby girl’s clothes, but there seemed to be no signs that a small baby had ever lived here. ‘Maybe they were from her childhood and was just storing them for her own sentimental reasons,’ thought Phoebe. Finding a photo album seemed to confirm this, as several pictures showed a child wearing the same clothing. The album seemed to be a record of the original Phoebes life showing her growing up. Pictures of her parents where there too, a nice looking couple Phoebe decided. Wondering if she was ever destined to meet them, knowing there was no way she could fool them into thinking she was their daughter.
Phoebe started looking at the mail that had been delivered most of it was on a table near the hallway, but some were still in the mailbox by the front door. Taking these and some of the already opened mail Phoebe sat down at the kitchen table and started to read. There were a few from her parents, saying they would be arriving on the tenth of November and that they were looking forward to staying with her for a week or so. Looking at the electric clock in the kitchen Phoebe noted that it was already the 14th of November. Strange she thought if they had arrived there should have been some sign in the house, but she knew from her search that only Phoebes belongings were here.
Looking at one of the unopened letters, she found it was from a lawyer and another from a funeral director. Getting a bad feeling she opened them hoping that this had nothing to do with her, well the former Phoebes death. Inside one was a police statement and contained a coroner’s report.
"Dear miss Wilson,
We regret to inform you of your parent’s death…"
Phoebe hurriedly skimmed the letters. From the information she gathered, Phoebe’s parents had been killed in an accident on the way to her place. Apparently, the rental car had veered off the road and had crashed into the lake, drowning the occupants. The only thing that was found rather suspicious, was some dents and scratches on the car that may indicate an impact with another vehicle.
Phoebe sat back in the chair, thoughts rushing though her mind. ‘Somebody wants this family dead, hmmm…that puts me right back in the firing line. They killed ‘me’ once, now if they know I’m alive again…’ Phoebe shuddered, thinking, ‘I’ve just possibly been given a new lease of life even if it is as a woman, and now somebody wants to end it, before its really started.’
‘Well this little lady will not go down without a fight,’ she thought. Looking though the lawyer’s letter, she read that there was a considerable inheritance coming from the will that her parents had made. Noting a contact phone number in the letter, she decided to give them a call, even though it was late afternoon, hopefully, someone would still be there.
"Yes this is Phoebe Wilson from 6 Hillcrest Street." she answered, after informing them of the letter she had received. She wondered if the inheritance could be motive enough, for someone to consider killing people for.
"No you’re kidding! And it’s all mine? Okay I’ll come in tomorrow to sign the papers."
Phoebe dropped the phone not caring if it lay off the cradle; the information she had just been given had stunned her. She was rich, rich far beyond anything she could have imagined, 20 million dollars and a property at Lakewood. The reality of it was still sinking in. This changed everything, did she want to find a possible reversal of the effects of the spray and live as a male again without any money. Plus there was the tumour; there might be no guarantee that it be gone. The other choice…if she remained, as she was, a beautiful young woman, she could live in comfort for the rest of her life.
Tomorrow she would try and find the company that made the spray, mainly to see if the change was permanent or not. Deciding that, no matter what she found out, learning to become a woman would an interesting challenge. Phoebe relaxed then, thinking about the possibilities of being attacked, she stood up and went into the living room were she sat cross-legged on the floor preparing the go into a meditative state. As she sank into a lotus position, she marvelled at the ease at which this new body attained it without strain. Then changing her mind, she thought what better way of uniting body and mind than a few exercises. One of the reasons she had taken up Tai chi was the graceful moments of the k’ata. Now with this highly flexible body she found that she was able to do the most difficult moves with ease.
Working until the body felt familiar and comfortable, she ended the exercise, feeling confident of her ability to defend herself against several attackers if worse came to worse. Showering after her workout she walked into the bedroom and slipping into a very comfortable nightgown that she found under the pillow. Then deciding that food was her next priority, she went into the kitchen. She did a quick check in the fridge seeing if there was any food handy. Making and eating a light dinner of rice and lightly sautéed vegetables, savouring for the first time in ages, food that hadn’t been thrown out or stale. Feeling fatigued, she decided to go to bed early as tomorrow promised to be a long day.
Later that same evening, Tom shook Dan awake; saying it was nearly time for them to make a move.
"I hate sleeping in a car, I end up all stiff," moaned Dan.
"Rather stiff than dead," replied Tom testily, "I still can’t figure out how she survived, and then finding her clothes again, in the dark. I tell you its downright spooky."
"Maybe it’s not really her, maybe a sister?"
"No, she’s an only child, there is no sister," replied Tom. "Anyway we’ll find out in a few minutes, I saw a light go out in the bedroom, so she’ll be sleeping soon and we can finally finish things."
Meanwhile lying in a bed with clean sheets was heaven, feeling the silky slipperiness of the nightgown against her skin was an unexpected bonus. ‘All because of this,’ she thought, as she turned the can over in her hands. Putting the can on the night table beside her bed she turned the bedside light off and snuggled deeper under the covers and closed her eyes.
She never heard the two men, as they pried open the window in the bathroom. Suddenly she was jerked awake as the two men grabbed hold of the sheets pinning her in seconds. A light was turned on and she saw her assailants for the first time, there was a gasp as the two men saw her fully.
"It is her Tom, you were right."
"SHUDUP! You idiot, don’t you ever think?" growled Tom. "Never say our names."
"Well seeing as she’s not going to be talking to anyone, ever, it doesn’t matter," Dan replied.
"Just how did you survive girlie? Come on I want some answers, Tom demanded, shaking her violently.
"Er… it’s a long story…" Phoebe tried to say, But was interrupted when Tom ripped the nightgown exposing her breasts.
"Look Tom, there’s no wounds, how can there be no wounds?" Dan said, sounding very frightened.
Phoebe realised if she didn’t do something soon; she would end up dead in minutes. She remembered a lesson in her martial arts course about how anything can be used as a weapon. Looking to the side she saw the can of spray, thinking if she could reach it she could spray it in their eyes blinding them, which could give her the precious seconds to fight back,
"I’m a witch, you can’t kill me," she shouted. They drew back a little at the venom in her voice, Dan moved back loosening his hold on her body, enough so she got her arm free. Grabbing the can she flicked the lid off with her thumb and sprayed it directly into each of the thug’s eyes.
Reeling back with a yell, they started rubbing their eyes trying to clear them, flinging the now released covers back, she jumped out of bed. The thugs stumbled after her, bumping into each other in their rush. Phoebe pivoted with one leg held out in a high kick to Tom’s head felling him like a sodden tree. Vaulting over the bed she came at Dan and evading his clumsy attempts at catching her she spun, placing her back against his chest. As he grappled her, she sank her elbow deep into his solar plexus. As he staggered back clutching his middle and gasping for breath, Phoebe executed a perfect backward spinning high kick to the head. Dan ‘s head snapped back knocking him to the floor unconscious.
Standing there in the middle of the floor breasts heaving from the exertion, Phoebe considered the two thugs. Should she call the police, or could she dispose of them another way? Getting the police in at this stage might cause more problems, until she had established herself comfortably into the original Phoebe’s role. Getting an idea she retrieved the can of spray thinking if it could change her, it should do the same for them. Swallowing her distaste, she stripped the two men of their clothes, and then she used the some more of the spray over their bodies. Walking into the other room, she came back with an armful of clothing, which she hoped the spray would act on.
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Coming to some hours later, Tom realised something was terribly wrong. His body felt odd and the feeling of strange fitting clothing was even stranger. Looking down at him....herself, she promptly fainted. Dan too was feeling odd, as he woke surprisingly without the pain he was expecting, knowing the girl had overpowered him. Looking around he saw a young child about 5 years old lying next to him, her pink dress bunched up under her body as she lay on the floor. Looking for signs of either the girl or Tom, he called out. The voice that issued from his throat sounded like a little girls, high and sweet. Swallowing he looked down at himself and went faint. No longer was there any sign of his old body instead he saw that not only was he now wearing a little girls dress similar to the other little girl, but his body was now that of a girl too. Getting a suspicion that Tom was the other child he....she shook what she guessed was Tom
"Tom? Is that you in there?"
"Uugh!...who...why’s my voice......ahhh..noooo....please tell me I’m dreaming," Tom’s voice cried, plaintively.
"Ah! You’re awake at last came a voice from behind them. As they turned they looked up to see the young girl they had tried to kill, looking at them speculatively. "So what’s your names again, she asked with an eyebrow raised?"
"I’m Dan and that’s Tom, at least I think it’s Tom, Dan replied fearfully.
"Well I don’t think Tom or Dan are suitable anymore," she replied with a grin. "In fact I think I’ll call you Tammy and Danielle."
"Lady how and what did you do to us? This is impossible," moaned the renamed Danielle.
"Impossible?… oh I wouldn’t say that, merely a simple spell," Phoebe retorted. "I did warn you I was a witch."
"Change us back now," demanded Tom, trying unsuccessfully to sound threatening.
"Please lady, change us back and you’ll never see us again," pleaded Dan.
"I don’t think so, as far as I see it. I can either take both of you to an orphanage where you’ll probably be fostered out to who knows who, or I can keep you here as my long lost nieces. When I come into my inheritance I will be rich enough to raise you in comfort, where you can grow up as ladies of style." She looked at them expectantly watching their expressions of dismay changing to ones of speculation. "Well, what’s your decision…‘girls?"
There was silence, as the two former men thought about their changed circumstances, then suddenly, the fight seemed to visibly drain from them.
"Okay you win," sighed, Tammy. "I guess we were dead the minute we failed to eliminate you. If we have to be girls for the rest of our lives I would prefer to be rich than the uncertainty of being fostered out."
"Well there is one condition on your staying with me," said Phoebe. "I need to know who hired you to kill me and I assume, my parents too." She looked at the two cute girls in their pretty dresses, thinking they made better girls than men. Maybe they could lead productive lives and redeem themselves for their past acts of crime.
"Remember your lives too, depend on mine. Do you think he will let you live even if he does have me killed, plus my spell is the only thing keeping you alive," she lied. "If I die…then so will you," thinking this would stop any acts of revenge on their part. "Should you think of going to the police, do you think they will believe your story? You’ll be lucky not to be put in an asylum for the insane."
Danielle looked at Tammy and shrugged as if to ‘say up to you,’ Tammy sighed, which brought look of surprise to her face, as she had momentarily forgotten that her vocal cords were those now of a child.
"It was your uncle, he’s the one that would eventually get the inheritance if no other members of your family showed at the hearing tomorrow. He knew of it before your family did so he took steps to ensure that there would be no one but himself there."
"Hmmm. Well we’ll just have to spoil his plans wont we?" she mused. "Well girls...time for bed, seeing as you know how to do that, I’ll leave you here. There are pillows and a mattress on the floor here, and you can get your own nightgowns out from these boxes of clothes. For your own safety I’ll lock this door, you never know who might break in," she said, grinning at the two former men.
Tammy and Danielle struggled with their unfamiliar clothes finding that with them being fastened at the back, they needed help, finally getting the other to unbutton them. As they looked in the boxes sorting out some nightwear, they felt the shame of not only having to wear such feminine clothes, but that they were those of a child’s.
Getting into some cute little nightgowns, they dragged two blankets over themselves as they lay on the mattress,
While the girls were trying to get comfortable, Phoebe, being too tensed up to sleep, got out the phone book. She leafed though it looking for the address she needed to discover about the contents of the can. Examining the can again, she tilted it under the table lamp. It looked as if there was an l or something using a vertical stroke before the uggle part, the last part she decided, was company. Going though the letters of the alphabet thinking what sounded feasible, she came up with huggle, juggle, luggle, tuggle. Starting with the H’s she soon found what she looking for. Noting the number, she decided that first thing in the morning she would ring them. Finally knowing there was nothing more to accomplish that night, she went to bed.
To be continued
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