Not wishing to really continue to write ever again I thought that at least I should correct some of the flaws that I had made with regards to the other two parts. So, this is dedicated to Nelson who pointed out with such clarity to me the many faults that plagued my 2 preceding parts. I thank him and Lisa dearly for both of them had telling reviews. They both are wonderful people and this in a way allows me to address both of their issues. With Lisa I have written another part, as she seemed to have requested. For Nelson I hope I have corrected those faults that he pointed out. Hopefully this will satisfy both of their wishes. And soooo………..

 

It’s Just Not Possible There’s Laws Against It

by Diane Sutton

 

Part 3 - Conclusion

 

Well, Lance I see you still have that photograph of Diane on your desk. You have any luck in trying to retrieve the information from her hard drive?

"Yea, as a matter of fact I found it all there just as if she had never deleted it from the system. As long as nothing was overwritten on the disk after she deleted it I could get it all back. It took me awhile and I had to get a little help from this computer expert I know but."

"She must have tried to delete it just prior."

"It’s quite interesting though and if you have the time I’ll tell you about it Lisa. Sit down; you may not believe this one. And you know we’ve had some strange ones before you and I, but this is one that goes to the top of the list for me."

"Ok Lance fine with me I’m on my coffee break now so I can spend the next 20 minutes if it takes that long.

"Well, it won’t take that long however, if you were to read the whole story that Diane has spelled out it would take a couple of hours I would guess. I’ll just give you the short sweet version."

It’s like this; Diane was really a GUY! Kind of hard to imagine looking at her but it all had started a few years ago.

Yup, let me explain it to you from what I can gather from her writings.

Unknown to this guy whose name was Ronnie, he had been taking mind-altering drugs for around 1-½ years before the real stuff started to happen to him.

He apparently had made an impression on this girl who runs a very popular story site on the web dealing with transsexual stories. Actually it’s quite a nice site if you’re into those types of stories. Just mostly fantasy type stuff.

Well, there was this club that he had gone to in Lake George while he was there for the motorcycle event that they hold every year called Americade and, this girl that he (I’ll say) unfortunately met felt attracted to him. Not the normal type of way but in some strange way she apparently looked at him and thought under his beard he would make a very pretty girl.

Kind of a strange thought I would think. But having seen Diane I’d say she was right about that.

She managed to seduce him and he had no idea that she was giving him these drugs as he kept driving up to New York State to visit with her. Oh, it took awhile for sure but it seems to have worked on him beyond her wildest dreams.

And believe me I’ve read her stories she has authored and, she has some extraordinary vivid dreams and fantasies. I can see from that site of hers where she got the idea to do this to someone. He had even transferred to the area so she had more than enough opportunities to feed him those drugs.

Then the little schemer apparently found some very helpful volunteers to help her. Actually the other authors from her web site to make her plan into what I would guess would be like something of a test of the abilities of these authors to actually change this guy. Yup, they had no idea that the poor sucker had already been brain washed to accept even the tiniest of suggestions from this girl named Crystal.

However it mattered little to them anyway. This was like a dream come true for them. Cost them a pretty penny besides.

They all fell into the trap this ‘Crystal’ had setup so to speak and they all gave suggestions on how to transition this guy into Diane. Took them like 2 years of work but it would seem they had accomplished the job without him even knowing it at the time.

Had the poor guy write about it in a diary of sorts and it’s all here.

They even fed him subliminal messages but with all the preparation that had gone on before those messages it worked almost as if overnight.

Diane apparently found her life to be a wonderful adventure with all the childhood memories that every girl growing up has. It was like well, what she was given to read she would begin to think of it as her life and not that of some author who was just getting their kicks.

"Some kicks I’d say." Says Lisa.

Oh yea, and they went the whole nine yards with it including the GRS. Oh, that means a Gender Reassignment Surgery and had his/her penis somehow inverted and formed into a vagina. How they do that I’ll never know.

Yea, she had it all from what you would think if you just met her and got to know her. She was so much a woman and had such a lovely feminine way by then that all her desires were what you would consider normal for a very pretty girl of her age.

You know something though; I’d have fallen for her if I had met her myself. Just so damn beautiful too, God what a waste.

Even when I saw her for the first time just laying there I kind of fell in love myself.

Well, her plans it would seem were to marry this June and her fiancée Nelson was in New Zealand when this all took place and he still doesn’t know about any of it yet. However, you know it is kind of strange that he was gone for no apparent reason. Makes me think a little about that.

Anyway I haven’t had the least bit of luck to actually find him. All we know is that he booked the flight a week earlier and will return in a week from now.

And there’s this little thing bothering me that says he’s not coming back either.

I don’t want to confront him with this but the chief says it’s my job if he does show up.

You never would have guessed would you? Heck according to this stuff on her computer her fiancée didn’t even suspect a thing about her past life and is hopelessly in love with Diane.

"Yea, at least that’s what you say Lance. But do we know it’s true?" Lisa said

Did you see that engagement ring on her finger? It was a 3.4 caret flawless diamond in a platinum setting. They tell me it’s worth a small fortune compared to our pay. With just one huge stone and with none of those tiny ones either in the ring.

"Wow, Lance that’s some tale alright are you sure of the facts?"

"Oh yea I just got off the phone with this doctor in Canada named ‘Pierre Brassard’ and he confirmed he had done the operation on Diane and that she seemed to be well adjusted to her new life. Now that I had mentioned what had happened to her he said it was as if she didn’t even hear him whenever he would mention that there would be no coming back to a guy’s body. Just kind of had this faraway look in her eye when he said those things.

It seems that this doc thinks that Diane was one of his best jobs too. Everything just seemed to go exceptionally well with regards to all the work that had been done. Heck Diane even went back at a later time and had her 2 lower ribs removed. He said that’s a very, very painful experience and he normally doesn’t do that but made an exception for her because of her beauty and it just seemed appropriate for her.

"Well, what are you going to do now with the information you have Lance" said Lisa.

I’ve already called the FBI and informed them that this may be something that we can’t handle and it would seem that because this involves so many individuals in different parts of the country that they should handle the case.

You know Lisa, it’s a shame that Diane put that .45 caliber Colt to her head and ended her life like that.

It would seem that Diane had so much going for her when that fateful day had arrived when those memories had come back. I can’t imagine how she must have felt. She had no real will of her own then to stop from doing what she thought would be the only thing she could do to find peace now.

I’m surprised she had even found enough will to pull the trigger herself. Hell she was such a lovely thing to waste. She couldn’t even leave a note to explain it to anyone. She just picked up the gun and did it.

"Well Lance I’d have to say if she was on hormones for that length of time then she had the emotions of a gender girl and believe me that is not like your mucho testosterone you guys have. That much estrogen has such an effect it makes us vulnerable to a lot of emotions." Said Lisa

God she must have been so emotional with her body filled with all the estrogen.

She must have really despised what had happened to her and I guess I’d have a real problem with it myself if it had happened to me like they did to her.

None of it was her wishes or desires and although she had been brainwashed to think of it as her life and her joy to be the beautiful feminine girl which she portrayed it was too much at one time for her to deal with.

To be married knowing that she was never going to be a complete woman? A lie and that she had a past that she could not deny was that of a guy and not the happy housewife she apparently longed for.

It’s such a shame that she had that head injury from the tree that fell during that storm. It seemed to break the spell just long enough for her to regain her memory of what had happened to her, well that’s my explanation for it, as we’re never going to know for sure are we.

And she apparently had made quite a few friends by the amount of visitors that attended her funeral.

Well, I’m turning all the evidence over to the Fed’s today and that will be it for this case as far as we’re concerned.

But, I have to tell you Lisa, I’m keeping this photograph of Diane, that’s one thing the Fed’s aren’t getting and I don’t give a shit what they would say about it.

I just can’t seem to accept that this gorgeous girl had ever been a man. And for some reason I find it hard for me to not have some feelings for her after reading all the things that she had gone through.

"Well, Lance it would seem that heads are going to roll with this but, I have to agree with you even while she was laying in that pool of blood on her kitchen floor I had this feeling that it was such a waste to have this happen. And that was with no knowledge of what you just told me". Said Lisa.

And so this ends the tragedy that befell Diane/Ronnie. It had been a wonderful experience and a somewhat enjoyable one at that while it lasted but now it has come to this.

An ending of a human life, a beautiful life, that took only what you would consider a microsecond in time to put an end to.

Yes it could and would have continued on with only the knowledge of happiness and love afforded by an adoring husband and friends if not for that storm and her unfortunate luck to be outside when the tree came down and hit her.

It is a shame in a way for this to have ended in such a way still, that is real life whether you think of it like that or not.

And you know it’s just not the fantasy world that so many of us harbor and may think or dream of.

Yes, this is life as it has been for the entire known human race. There are tragedies and then there are wonderful days as well. This just happened to be one of those tragic days.

I actually cried for her just thinking of this ending that she had brought about. And oh yes then again, as I finished writing this obit, I wept for Diane. Still, this had to end and this was just one of the many scenario’s that had come to mind.

 

THE END Diane Sutton

 

Note: There is no relationship to any known living person in this story. It’s a figment of my imagination and all the names that may have been mentioned and all the web sites that may have been mention may or may not be real. It’s just one of those things that seems to happen.

 

 

 

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