Ms Frankenstein                      by: Credence Brown

 

Credence stood there, knees held tightly together, shivering slightly as the rain soaked wind buffeted her. The boardwalk didn't offer much protection against the elements.

Even with her long cotton raincoat tightly buttoned, the wind still whipped under her skirt and chilled her ankles. She'd left the apartment after she witnessed the wreck to try to sort her feelings out a bit. She'd thought to walk down the beach but it was so cold that her low heels offered little protection and also proved to be a poor choice for beach travel.

The hood of her long raincoat offered some protection but the driving rain still pelted her glasses, gradually compromising her vision in spite of the fact that she was using her exquisitely nailed hands to hold the edge of the hood out.

Now, looking seaward toward the stormy sea, her thoughts were a jumble of pent-up emotions. So much had happened to her in the last months. She felt crazy, and unsure of herself, with scattered and surrealistic memories of some other life, which did not fit into her present reality. It was as if every person around her, just now was a potential source of pain for her. Credence felt afraid and alone. She couldn't say that she could remember much of her past life. Her body still felt as if it were for some reason foreign to her and she had not the slightest idea why.

She felt so near tears all the time. It was as if she were waking up from a very bad nightmare. As a matter of fact, she was not sure she was not still, in one.

Credence was sure the man down the boardwalk from her was following her. She didn't know what to do but was sure she could not tolerate being in fear of what he might do to her later. Careful not to let him know she was watching him, Credence thought about what to do.

The Doctor had abandoned her in this little coastal town with almost no money. He'd repeatedly told her that she'd had a bad accident and that he had nursed her back to health. Credence wondered if that nursing included the sex that he'd forced her into having with him. She found herself suddenly knowing things and had no idea how she'd learned them. He'd taught her every aspect of lovemaking including some which seemed really sick. Her wrists were still red from the chains he'd used on her last night. Finally, he seemed to grow bored of her and arranged this weekend trip.

Credence was not actually surprised to find that He was returning to Portland and she was not. He said he had a family and had to leave her there and return to them before his wife got suspicious. He said he'd be back to see how she was doing.

He'd told her that someone would contact her in a week or so and offer her a job in a local business. He had a wicked leer on his face that scared her when he said that. It felt horrible knowing another human being could have that much power over her.

Deciding, Credence walked up the walk toward the man. Suddenly, she slid into another one of those disconcerting waking dreams that made her feel so inept. She'd noticed they happened when she was really upset. Someday, she would understand them as flashbacks. She could feel her mind slipping away and could do nothing to stop it. Her vision grew foggy and sounds seemed distant.

Her legs felt stiff as she tried to walk. She wasn't on the beach any more. The heels, far too high for her, threatened to trip her. The skirt she wore limited her steps in length. It helped to swing her hips so she could take slightly longer steps. She'd been doing this for days. She'd walk for a little while and then sit for a while. He'd make her climb some steps and the go back down them again.

It felt as if she was doing these things this way for the first time but she had become very good at it and enjoyed it. Her breasts swaying on her chest felt so natural. They weren't overly large but made her feel like a woman. Why was it so new and wonderful to feel like a woman? Hadn't she always been one?

The scene changed as fast as turning the page of a book. Now she sat on a huge bed. She felt very aroused. Her knees were spread and she was impaled on something that went way inside her body. She couldn't get up and didn't want to. She felt a joyous, ravenous feeling sweeping through her body. As she lost consciousness, the setting changed yet again.

Credence sat there, immaculately manicured hands folded on her lap. She was nervous. It had been a long time now and she was starting to wonder. Her whole body was super sensitive. She could feel every item of clothing on it as if it were an entity of it's own.

The light blue starched cotton dress she wore had a full skirt and mid calf hemline. She felt the waistline caresses her body, the bodice holding her firmly upright. The matching wide fabric belt added to the tiny waist effect.

She could feel the scoop neck that revealed just enough cleavage. The air circulating in the room felt cool on her upper breasts. The way the sleeves were sewn on, the only comfortable way to hold her upper arms was almost at her sides. The back buttons secured the dress firmly about her body. It had taken her a half-hour to fasten all of them. How nice it would have been to have someone, a lover to help her.

Under the dress was a double layered full slip, the outer layer a stiff starched nylon netting and the inner a smooth satin sewn so slim that her legs were restricted to short, mincing steps. Credence wondered how she'd do on steps. The effect of such an undergarment was to give the dress some fullness but not that of the 50's style.

Beneath all that, an underbust corset was laced tightly about her abdomen. He'd put that on her. Credence knew better than to fight him. The last thing she wanted was another therapy session. The Electro Therapy as he called it left her feeling terrified and incompetent. She had to be careful how she bent over because the top of the corset and her bra clashed then, inflicting painful pinches. She just knew that he could have put her in an all in one and she'd be much more comfortable.

She waited, trying not to think of how long he'd kept her there. Looking down past her slightly pointed full breasts, she eyed her hands. They were almost useless. Some how Credence could remember being much stronger. What had happened to her? He'd done something so that she had only enough strength to pick up small items. A turkey in a roaster was out of the question. She'd grown more accustomed to the long fingernails and as she did felt less helpless.

Through her clothing, she felt the garters lying against her inner thighs. She'd protested about wearing them at first and gotten a whipping over them. Then he'd shown her how to fasten them on the inside of her thighs in front and almost on the outside in back. That way they didn't show and one could sit with out inadvertently unfastening them. She had to concede that they were surprisingly little bother once she got used to them. Besides, she had no choice.

Beyond her hands, she could see the rounded toes of her matching pumps sticking out from under the skirt of her dress. She had to admit they were very pretty. She held them out, carefully holding her feet together the way he required her to do it. When she set them down again, Credence was careful to put her feet to one side, like a lady.

Finally, Credence could hear his footsteps in the hallway. Her pulse quickened. Why had it taken so long and where were they going. Something akin to fear with a touch of admiration flooded through her.

"Hello Credence. You look very nice today." He said. "Oh thank you so much Doctor." She replied. She felt herself blush slightly as he kissed her on the forehead.

"Here, stand up, it's time for us to go. I have some people for you to meet." He said.

Credence stood, wobbling slightly on the 4" heels. He placed a metallic blue cape about her shoulders and buttoned the top button. He fastened her wrists into wristbands inside the cape near the front and then zipped it from the floor to the top button. An ornamented gold choker sewn into the cape snapped shut about her slim neck. She'd be able to raise the hem of the cape to negotiate steps but that is all the freedom she'd have. He seemed concerned that she'd escape or something.

He held her tightly as she negotiated the steps into the garage. When she got into the car she could see that she'd need help with the hem of her dress.

"Doctor, would you please help me with my dress?" She said. By now she knew he had deliberately placed her in the position where she'd have to ask for help just to get her accustomed to doing so. She also knew that he enjoyed her incapacity to help herself. That seemed demented to her but he allowed her no freedom of will and her drugged state kept her serene.

Now seated in the car he leaned across to fasten her seat belt and then kissed her deeply. Credence felt breathless when he finished. His hand cupped one of her breasts through her clothing and she knew not to resist the response of her body. By now she knew the penalty for failure to respond to his overtures.

Credence suddenly snapped back to the present. Someone was speaking to her. It was the man. She'd stopped right beside him. Credence's heart pounded in her ears.

"I said, it's a cold day." He said again.

"Oh yes, I do hope no one gets hurt." She said. By now, Credence's hands shook and she felt as if she could pass out.

"Look Miss. Who ever you are now. I know all about the Doctor and what he's done to you. I want you to know you are not the first. The others all died." He said.

This was too much for Credence. Tears began to flood her eyes and then to stream down her face, ruining her carefully done face. "What are you going to do to me?" She said. Her voice was almost too low for him to hear. Uncontrollable weeping choked off the last part of her sentence. As he started to reply, Credence went limp, falling heavily into his arms.

She wakened in the apartment, lying on the couch. She looked about the room. He was sitting at the table counting some money out. There was a sizeable stack.

Credence tried to sit up but standing was too much for her to try right now.

"He turned and looked at her. Her first clear view of him was surprising. He was about 50 she guessed and his face looked as hard as a commando's did. It softened for just a moment as he saw she was awake and sitting up.

"OK, he named you Credence. Do you remember anything at all?" He asked.

"No, some, a little." She said. It was obvious she was confused about what had happened to her.

"Well, you were once a man. I don't know how you fell into his clutches. It doesn't look like you had a family. I found your old picture in the yearbook at your High School but that is as far as I could go." He said.

"It would take a very good Doctor to tell what you once were." He said.

He told her many things she did not know. Credence found out the Doctor had done all sorts of genetic experiments and surgery on her. From what he knew of the Doctor's work, it was so good that no one would ever know. For all he knew, the Doctor got Credence's body from the morgue or had simply kidnapped her off the streets. Credence found out there was simply no way to go back.

He had a lot of money in two brief cases in the car. I took them both before he left to give back to the bosses he'd embezzled it from. I'm going to split my half with you to help you make a start. There's about a half million here. That should help you out but it's lousy payment for what he did to you. The rest I'm giving back to the people who set me on him. My agreement is I get half of what I recover.

I call it poetic justice that he should die in a freak accident with a gasoline tanker. He ran under the back trailer and snapped off the piping, the hot engine igniting the gasoline that poured out all over his car. I can't imagine how he missed seeing the truck. Both he and Credence had seen it from two different directions.

"Oh, he was going to sell you to a creep down the road who has a strip joint. He doesn't know you are here. The Doctor was going to call him next week to firm things up. The Doctor was going to let the creep control you with a drug he developed for the purpose. You had your last dose last night." He said.

"If I was you "missy", I'd get out of town, now and make a new life before all the concerned parties add things up." He said. "You'll probably need to hold up some where until you get through the withdrawal if there is any." He finished.

"Can you tell me anything else about my past?" She said.

"Missy, it would be dangerous for you to start nosing around his place so I'm not telling you anything else." He said.

"I'm telling you to get away from here as fast as you can." He said. His voice sounded so hard that she started to shake and cry again from fear.

"You know, he did a really nice job on you. No one will know if you don't tell them. Everything works too, from what I read in his notes." He said.

He patted her on top the head and left.

When Credence's emotions settled somewhat, she put her coat back on and left the apartment in search of a way to get away. She was going down to the Manager's office to ask about a bus when she noticed a used car for sale in the parking lot.

It was nothing special but it was a newer automatic and looked to be in good shape. The phone number was to an apartment in the complex. The man had just purchased it a year ago and now wanted to return to college. He just wanted out of the payments.

He was very happy to have Credence count him out exactly what he asked. Before he left, Credence suddenly realized she'd not be able to move her two suitcases without great difficulty. He lacked change.

"Sir, do you think you could help me put my cases in the car?" She asked. Her voice betrayed her feeling of vulnerability. He seemed sympathetic. "I'll forget about the change." She said.

He agreed to come to her apartment in a half-hour.

It was nearly 1:00pm when Credence finally got out of town. She had the hand written bill of sale for the car and that is all. Credence was still amazed that she knew how to drive but had no recollection of how she learned. She had no driver's license and knew she'd have to take care of that soon. There was insurance, too.

Something told her to lose herself in California. She had no where else to go. She couldn't remember anything. Did she have a family worrying about her? Did she have a job unfinished? She couldn't say.

She stopped for the night at a motel south of Eugene. The clerk asked her if she needed any help. And she gratefully accepted it, tipping him generously but still careful not to arouse suspicion.

Something wakened her about 4:00am. She sat up, fully alert. Credence couldn't understand what had happened. She walked to the window and looked out. Two men where standing in the door of the managers office. They kept looking toward the room Credence was occupying. She had a strange feeling about it. She dressed in a few minutes, somehow finding the strength to get her bags out to the car.

She stood there thinking to herself that no one could possibly be looking for her. Had the drugs made her paranoid? Was this the withdrawal the detective had warned her about? Shaking inside she decided that what ever the truth was she was getting out of there as soon as she could.

She didn't know if she was paranoid from that withdrawal or if someone really was hunting her. Now, they were sitting in the car outside the Managers office, looking toward her room.

She crept out to the car in the dark and slipped in when an early morning delivery truck pulling into the drive blocked their view. Almost too coincidentally, the truck began backing down a long alley, not only blocking their view but also blocking them in. It had been very difficult to move the suitcases. She would be sore for a week.

In moments she started the car. Too late, the truck cleared the men's view and if they were going to bother her, they'd do it now. She left the lot before turning on her lights. She wasn't sure what had attracted their attention but she would put a stop to it right now, if she could. Her heart was pounding as she lost sight of the motel. No one seemed to be following.

She back tracked back to Salem and began looking for a bus stop but instead found an Amtrak station. She checked her bags in a locker, bought a ticket. The next train was at 9:45am. She'd passed a little park on the way through town. It was near a little fast food restaurant.

Pulling into the park, Credence suddenly noticed it was near a river and there was a boat ramp there.

A train ride, a used car, a bus ride and another used car later, Credence felt safe. Now she was in Chicago. She didn't know how long it would take to discover the car in the water. She hoped never.

Credence set about getting an apartment and a new identity. It took her a couple weeks to do that and was forced to spend her nights in a motel, telling them she'd had everything stolen on the bus ride out here.

At the library, she used computers there to search the Internet to find a way to get false identity. The Doctor had thought he would be able to manage her better if she had no legal right to exist. On the Internet there were many sites that boasted they were in the identity business.

Finally, she found someone right in Chicago who said he could help her. It was all done with mail and fax machines. They never saw each other. She found out later, he'd simply kept a list of deceased babies handy until they got cold, a year or so and then sold them again after he'd doctored the death certificates and gotten a false SSN. Sure, the method would never hold up under close scrutiny but the people he dealt with had new names every few months.

Credence even managed to find a baby named Credence with a last name of Browne. She'd really liked Credence and planned to keep the name. Had she known that the Doctor had used Credence as her file name, she might have thought twice about it.

The name did seem very well used in the states so she did not think it would draw attention.

Credence liked lingerie. She finally found what she was looking for in a group of shops down town. She didn't notice the middle aged gentleman who had followed her for the last hour. She had her purchases sent to her apartment; to arrive after she got home.

She found her preferences were toward stockings and garter belts or corsets, long skirts full or slim, and white blouses. She bought one suit,

The sales person who sold her the suit referred her to a tailor shop to make the modifications to the suit she wanted. Credence felt a drive to wear her clothing tight but not slutty. She even arrived at her appointment the next day, laced into corset and wearing stockings. She allowed the woman who was tailoring her suit to even tighten the laces a little to further trim her already tiny waist. She wore the suit home, thrilled at her new appearance.

She now suspected that her odd little quirks were somehow related to the Doctor. In truth he'd not actually known what he was doing with much of his work in genetics. It was she supposed like programming. Artificial or not Credence felt just as driven as if she had natural desires.

While at the shop, Credence met the owner. He seemed very nice and his face was familiar to her although she did not know why. Even now, she suffered gaps in her memory and did not know why. She supposed it was from the stress of the past months.

He was tall and had a medium build. His dark brown hair and full eyebrows made him seem mysterious. Attracted to him, Credence eventually accepted a dinner engagement with him to discuss some Modeling for him. Credence had protested that she had never done any Modeling but he eventually wore her down through constant flattery over a period of several weeks.

Credence felt deliciously feminine that evening. Corseted, stockinged, skirted and heeled, her trim toreador jacket finished the effect. Her brown mane fell nearly to her hips and the long dangly gold earrings made her nearly deaf when she moved. The new tight curl permanent gave her hair the look she'd been trying to find. What a chore it had been too. The woman in the shop kept asking if she'd like to have some of her hair cut off, but Credence emphatically declined the offer. She joked that Credence would have to choose a wide door wherever she went.

She had no idea that the need to be exceedingly feminine was part of her conditioning.

Now came the finishing touch. The cape he'd sent her nearly reached the floor and had pockets sewn into the lining to accept her arms, according to the accompanying note. She knew she needed to put the mask on first and took it out of the box. Interestingly there was no strap, just a little bit, which went into her mouth. She thought she'd simply spit it out when she wanted to talk.

Credence wanted to be all dressed and standing there when he arrived. She had no idea that the cape was part of her conditioning. When she put it on, her mind was conditioned to make her very docile. The Doctor had sought to make her easy to subdue when he wanted to demonstrate her to potential customers.

She wanted to be desirable and make him want her so much that he couldn't help himself. She thought craftily that he'd assumed he'd have to help her on with the cape.

Credence removed the mask and laid it aside because the cape seemed very different in the way it was sewn together. Obviously, the zipper was in back because a bit of lace around the collar indicated the front. After a long time she could see that she'd not get it fastened by her self but then she had an idea. She used a piece of yarn through the zipper over the shower rod and back to the floor.

So after much delay, Credence managed to get her arms into the pockets on each side of the zipper after she'd gotten it started up the zip a good distance. Now she backed away from the curtain rod, pulling the zip up and eventually worked it up to her neck. When she finished her arms were corralled in back along her hips. With difficulty, she pulled sharply on the string and broke it. Now she'd not get out of the cape without help.

Credence knew he'd be at the apartment any time to pick her up. She'd left the door unlocked to let him in. He always used his key and let himself in anyway.

She walked over to the table and put her face into the mask by leaning far over. She almost fell over but as soon as her forehead hit the mask, she regained her balance. It took some wiggling but she finally found the little ball like bit, which went into her mouth and clamped it with her teeth. She lost the mask out of her mouth the first time so the next time she grabbed it, she really clamped down on it.

Credence could hear a slight hissing as she stood up. Then she felt something moving through her hair and under her chin. The mask was clamping its self to her head! Alarmed, she tried to spit it out but she was too late. In a few more seconds, the clamping was complete and the little ball in her mouth had expanded to a full gag. Credence could not make a sound. To make matters worse, the eyeholes on the mask had closed when the gag expanded.

Credence lapsed into a semiconscious state just the way the Doctor had built her. She wanted to fight or be afraid but she could not concentrate enough to do so.

After what seemed ages, the door to her apartment opened. Credence wondered what she had gotten herself into. Someone walked into the apartment but Credence could not tell who it was. Tiny little squeaks came from her mouth but that was all she could do.

It was obvious to Credence at the feminine clicking of the heels on the floor it was not her dinner guest. The person led her out and down the hall to the elevator. She'd tried to resist but found the heels she wore only hampered her. The ride to the garage terrified her and she'd soon been ushered into a car. She could tell they were in the garage from the sounds.

After a short ride, they got out, walked across the sidewalk and into a shop, which smelled like roses. "Hello, Credence." A pleasant female's voice said to her. Credence was in no position to make conversation. "Ok, well, lets see what we can do with you." She said.

By now Credence was very frightened. The woman rubbed something on the back of her neck. She didn't feel the needle and in a few minutes, Credence didn't care what she did. She wasn't even frightened.

She led Credence a short distance down a hall and into a room.

The woman removed Credence's cape and did something to remove the mask. She could see that she was in what appeared to be a medical clinic. The woman helped her into what looked like a dental chair with OB stirrups. She started to strap Credence in but suddenly decided not to when Credence began to moan softly.

This was all somehow familiar to Credence but she couldn't understand how in her foggy mental state. She removed Credence's Jacket and drew some blood. The woman was good because all Credence felt was the rubber hose around her arm.

Later Credence began to answer questions for the woman. She could remember talking to her for a long time and then everything was blank.

Credence wakened sitting at her own kitchen table about 4:30am, still wearing her suit. She never did see the man who she was supposed to have dinner with and never did afterward. Credence could not remember a thing about the previous evening. Had the door to her apartment just closed? She could not be sure.

About a week later, Credence was at the local college looking into some courses that seemed interesting. Somehow, she felt followed again and after she moved several times she finally noticed a woman who just happened to be interested in the same thing as her too many times.

Credence was in no mood to go through the events of the past week all over again. This time she walked right up to the woman and asked here what she found so interesting about her.

She had a concerned look and Credence immediately felt drawn to her but remained cautious. Finally, the woman said, "Credence, we need to talk about something very important." I can't tell you what here but please meet me at that McDonald's at 1:00PM, OK?"

Credence looked down, picking at her long, flowered wrap skirt, nervously re folding the wrap even though it was in no danger of exposing her legs.

"Why should I trust you?" She said.

"I know what happened to you and I know what happened last week." She said.

Credence's heart began to pound. The woman helped her into a chair. She nearly began to weep but somehow held it off. Credence felt worn out.

"Could we meet somewhere with some privacy?" Credence choked out.

"Here is my card. Meet me here after 3:00. I'll wait for you." She said. They have a tracer in you. They probably aren't even tailing you since they know where you are at all times." She finished. "Here, go to these stores and walk around a little and buy a few things just as if you were shopping. If anyone is following, maybe they'll get bored." She said.

The woman left hurriedly and Credence didn't see her for the rest of the morning. This time she simply kept her distance from Credence to see if anyone else was interested in her. She also took care to notice if anyone were following her.

The woman she'd met was Dr Jane Miller, a Gynecologist. In what Credence assumed was her office she began to explain things that Credence never suspected. She found out later that Dr Miller had borrowed the office from an old Medical school friend.

She explained the origin of her memory loss, the way the some people kept finding her so easily and where she was from. All this had originated at a little Hospital in the lower southeast side of Portland, Oregon.

Dr Miller said she used to work for the good Doctor but had grown afraid when some of his patients mysteriously died. It hadn't been that hard to walk away from him since he had this insane desire to keep all the credit for his work. She'd been scrupulous about flattering him but carefully maintained her distance over the years.

The woman had learned of his tracking devices before she left. After his death she wondered if he'd left any wandering souls. She'd found it easy to get a friend of hers to let her into the Doctor's office. She wanted to go to the authorities but was too afraid. The device was simple. It used a combination GPS and Cell phone. Once a day it called the cell network in Portland and reported it's position. The whole transaction took less than a second did so the batteries would last for months. The whole thing was buried in the fatty tissue on Credence's right hip. Dr Miller simply put the little receiving device in her purse and walked out with it when she saw a moving signal had been reporting in every day.

Credence had wondered why she had a persistent sore spot on her hip and when she saw the device, which had been planted there, she knew why. She felt chilled to find out what she'd had inside her body.

Credence begged the woman to give her more information about her past life but her knowledge was sketchy. She did know that she had come from a car wreck and knew the place where it occurred but nothing else. The wreck had occurred in the Sunset Canyon near the tunnel.

The woman Doctor wanted to do everything she could for Credence. She'd taken two weeks off work to finally track her down once she realized that Credence had finally settled. Unfortunately, someone else who knew got to her first. What fate was in store for Credence, she had no idea. They, who ever it was, were apparently watching her.

Dr Miller urged Credence to disappear once again when she removed the tracer. Credence did just that, wearing surgery scrubs home after giving her clothes to Dr Miller. The Doctor said, the less Credence knew the better.

That night, Credence was on a plane for Florida, she'd decided to spend a few days at Disney world and near the Cuban American compound. By the time she left Florida, she was a blue eyed blonde with just shoulder length hair. She also decided that moving to Portland would be safe since they were now looking for her everywhere but there. She wanted to know about that accident!

Credence had also bought a mini skirt and skimpy tank top but felt so exposed wearing it that she changed clothes in the restroom when she landed at the Portland Airport. She'd decided that clothes like that were not for a 30-year-old woman at all!

Credence happily found she could wear the blue contacts almost all the time. Her new Doctor told her she was a natural for them. She'd decided that she'd wait for a while to contact Dr Miller. She'd used a rental car to drive past her office but felt strange about the situation.

Credence found a darling apartment west of Portland in a growing area. It was on the second floor and had a turret style sitting room with a view of a new city park. She had a security system installed on in the apartment, rented some furniture and appliances. She'd found a darling full canopy bed with canopy. She made sure the apartment manager was in her suites when the men arrived. Credence chose to be absent. It cost her $20 but she just did not feel comfortable with the men in her apartment.

She also found a cute little red Honda Civic. The dealer seemed miffed when Credence was able to open the hood and knew exactly what she was looking at. He'd tried to tell her the car was turbo charged and when she looked, she said, "No it's not!" She wondered later if she should have told the man to take money off the price of the car since they'd forgotten the turbo charger.

Credence knew at the rate she was going through money, she'd have to get a job soon. She knew she could type very well and she'd realized unexpectedly that she knew things about Electrical Contracting that not many women knew. She'd been walking into a Safeway store where some men were remodeling the deli section and saw a man working on an electrical panel right where the customers were. She walked right up to him and said, "Where are your barriers and safety tape? Are you doing this alone?"

He hurriedly apologized and said he'd take care of it right away. As Credence walked away from the man, she suddenly found herself wondering how she knew about that sort of thing.

Later as she was checking out, a man in a suit walked up to her and said, "Can we talk for a moment?" He had nice eyes and a friendly voice. Credence felt her body react to him immediately. It was embarrassing but she tried to hide it. Fortunately, her bra was thick enough to hide her outrageously pointing breasts.

Credence felt disconcerted with all the emotions flooding through her body but managed to squeak out a timid answer. "Yes, I suppose so."

"My name is Fred Harris and I'm the Construction Superintendent." He said.

"Oh, very nice to meet you Mr. Harris. I'm Credence Browne and I, well I do, well I just live down the road." She said. She realized that she had no real identity and didn't really know who she was. She found herself somewhat shocked to find that she'd just held out her hand, fingers extended, palm down and done a modified curtsey. She had no idea where she'd learned that!

"My Electrical Contractor over there said that you had confronted him about his safety practices when you came into the store. He was surprised and said he'd simply gotten in a hurry." He said. "I hope you don't turn this in. I really need this contract." The man finished.

Credence felt her face flush, and felt somewhat empowered at the way the man had approached her. He could have simply told her to mind her own business. "I'm sorry, I don't know what happened. I suddenly just knew what was wrong and I don't know how." She said. Credence could feel tears forming in her eyes, somehow now afraid of the man.

He seemed to sense her predicament and her approaching loss of control. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to upset you. Please don't cry." He said. That was all it took to open the floodgates. Now Credence began to weep in great sobs.

Fred seemed perplexed at first and then seemed to make a decision. He helped the now nearly incapacitated Credence through the line. She insisted on paying for her own groceries, but could not see through all those tears to count that money out. By the time they'd gone through the line, Credence felt exhausted and hoarse.

The store manager was hovering around Credence like a mother hen, making sure that no one bothered her. Eventually Credence croaked out that Fred had not been upsetting her but that it had been very difficult for her the last several weeks. She didn't know why she'd just started bawling. Credence was about to find out about menstruation.

The manager knew Fred and she told Credence that he could be trusted. Fred wanted to make sure she was all right and finally Credence allowed him to drive her home. One of his men picked him up at her apartment. He even carried her groceries in and locked her car.

"Can I call you later?" He asked.

Credence felt too confused and worn out to argue and let him copy her phone number down before he left. She wakened hours later, her stomach cramping, still fully dressed.

The next morning, the persistent ringing of the phone finally wakened her. Her hair was all over the place and blinded her until she wrestled it out of her eyes. Groggily she searched for the source of the ringing and answered.

"Hello." She said. She sounded sleepy and almost out of it.

After a moments hesitation a man's voice timidly said, "I'm sorry to waken you. This is Fred. I was just checking on you to see if you are OK."

Credence was absolutely thrilled that he would care and went into the Full Charm Mode. Again her body was giving her the ride of her life, chilling and flushing, lips pulsing and nipples pointing. It was almost too much for her to handle.

"Oh Fred, thank you so much for calling. You didn't have to do that. I'm so thrilled to hear from you. I was so embarrassed at what I did yesterday that I didn't think I'd ever hear from you again." She said. Her voice sounded so feminine that it even surprised Credence. She'd felt so unsure of herself that suddenly she could feel that she was in every way a woman!

Fred wanted to know if she could meet him for Lunch. Credence hurriedly looked in the mirror and shrieked. "I'm a mess", She said. He told her it was only 10:00 am. It didn't take much encouragement to get Credence to agree to meet him at Applebee's.

She was only fifteen minutes late walking into the restaurant. She'd worn platform sandals on her stockinged feet, an almost floor length, flowered full skirt and a light mauve tank top under an open white sheer blouse. Her nipples kept misbehaving so she finally wore a padded bra to give her more modesty. She'd finally given up on her hair and put it in a ponytail.

She felt so special when he pulled her chair out for her and seated her. Lunch lasted for over two hours while they talked. Credence could feel an already budding love for this man. She didn't know how she would handle it all. Things were happening so fast for her.

She didn't tell him everything except she did say that she'd been in an accident and didn't remember much. She knew some things and didn't know how was all she told him for now.

She wanted to look into the accident and try to discover who she'd been, her past life, and learn more about what the Doctor had done to her. Just now she was thinking that she would have plenty of time to look at that. Right now she was too interested in finding out more about Fred.

 

 

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