On the Run                     by: Stacy Bolan

 

Part 3 – Half-Life

As the effects of the needle took effect I could not keep my eyes open. The moment my eyes closed I could hear Aunt Samantha talking to me. She kept telling me that I had to accept the way I was and that if I didn’t I would be detected. That would then mean that I would be in jail or worse dead. I knew that what she was telling me was true in some sense, but it still didn't give them the right to make me look like a freak.

My resistance to her words was very strong at first but as she kept repeating herself things changed. I knew it had to be the drugs but what could I do? I had resisted her at first, but the things she was saying all seemed to be true. They after all were my family and they would not do anything to hurt me. Would they? Eventually, I accepted what she told me as truth and I started to cry.

When I started to cry Samantha hugged me and told me "Everything will be okay Jo, your Aunt Stephanie will find out what’s wrong." I wasn’t really sure that was true but I really trusted her now and knew that my family would not hurt me intentionally. After I stopped crying Aunt Samantha continued to hug me and I started to feel sexually aroused by her. I knew I couldn’t do anything about my feelings as it would be incest and that was wrong. So I pushed her away.

Just as I was pushing her away the door opened and in walked my Grandmother, Mother and Aunt Stephanie. They all had smiles on their faces and after we had all hugged and apologized to each other, Aunt Stephanie told me what she thought had happened. It seems that some people have a strange chromosome mix, and that is what had happened to me. Aunt Stephanie went on to explain that humans usually had two chromosomes one from the mother always an X and one from the father either X or Y. If the baby had XX chromosomes it was female and if XY it was male. She also explained that in other cases a baby might be XXY or XYY or even XXX.

"Well then that’s enough of the biology," Aunt Stephanie said. "The important thing, she explained "is that from a sample of your DNA before and after the chamber you are one of the rare cases. Your original chromosomes were XYY and are now XXY. That is why you have not become completely female. The chamber could only overwrite one of your Y chromosomes". I then asked her "Aunt Stephanie, if I go into the chamber again will it make me all female?"

The question seemed to startle her. Maybe she had not thought of that solution. She finally responded with, "Jo I don’t really know, we’ve never tried anything like that before. It may work or it may have some other result. The best case is that you become a full female the worst case is you die." I knew that I would need to try the chamber again because if I didn’t then there was a chance of my being caught. The only problem I now had was in getting my family to agree.

When I first told my family that I wanted to go into the chamber again, they refused to help me. I then explained my reasons for going through the process again and finally my mother agreed to help. She then talked to the rest of the family and I was ready to go into the chamber again. Only time would tell what was going to happen. At least this way, if I died it would be my choice.

After I got back into the chamber and the black goo started flooding in I was not sure that I had made the right decision. Then as the goo rose up over my face, I prayed for only the second time in my life. As the goo covered my eyes and I started to lose consciousness, I continued to pray. When I came too again it seemed like only minutes had elapsed. I was back in the room and I had monitors and an IV tube hooked up to me. When I tried to sit up I found that I had no strength and an alarm went off on one of the monitors.

Within seconds of it going off my mother and Aunt Stephanie were in the room with me. They were overjoyed to see me awake and I was then told what had happened after I came out of the chamber. Instead of being in a coma like state I had stopped breathing and had it not been for them applying CPR I would have died. Then after they had revived me they had brought me upstairs and I had been hooked up to ensure I didn’t stop breathing again.

When I had not come out of the coma within the next couple of days they had started to worry. Despite my brain showing some activity, it was very slow and they wondered if my brain was damaged. Each day that I remained in the coma they became more and more worried. Now I was awake after seven days and they could start to test me for any problems. I was more concerned about the results of my second go in the chamber, but they continuously refused to discuss that until they were sure I was all right.

Finally when Aunt Stephanie was through with her testing and assured me that I was fine they agreed to answer my question. Instead of telling me though they decided to show me. They pulled down the sheets covering my body and then helped me to stand up. When I was standing in front of the mirror, they then removed my nightgown. I wasn’t wearing a bra, but my breasts seemed to be larger and then I looked down to my crotch. Although I was wearing panties I could still see a bulge where there shouldn’t be one. It hadn’t worked, I was still a freak.

When my mother bent down to remove my panties, I didn’t want to look but I did anyway. What I saw really disturbed me. My penis was bigger if that was possible but my balls were gone and there wasn’t even any where for them to be. My mother then lifted my penis and I was even more amazed, I had a pussy as well. I was a hermaphrodite. Once I was back in my clothes and back in bed, I was told that I was a true hermaphrodite. I didn’t understand what Aunt Stephanie meant but she later explained it to me.

The majority of hermaphrodites whilst having both sets of genitals are in fertile in one or both ways. However in my case I was fertile in both ways. The changes didn’t finish there because my breasts were now at least two cup sizes larger. I also didn’t go through the nymphomania the second time. All together the process had not changed me completely, but at least now I could pass for another person. A weird one but not just a man with breasts. In fact I was a woman with a penis or as they say a chick with a dick.

Life for me over the next few weeks was strange. Not only did I have to learn how to live as a woman, but also I could only wear dresses or skirts because of my penis. Every pair of jeans or women’s slacks I tried showed the bulge that only a man should have. I knew that eventually I would get used to wearing dresses and skirts but the feel of the wind and the cold on my legs was a completely new feeling for me. The other new things for me were learning how to apply make-up and feminine hygiene. The biggest change though was going through menstruation.

The first time that my period came I was completely unprepared. Luckily for me my family had been prepared and I was soon taught how to use tampons and pads. I guess the one good thing for me was that just like all the other women in my family had an easy time with our periods. In my previous life as a man I had had girlfriends that really suffered badly.

All throughout the time of my changes, my mother had kept an eye on the news for me. It seemed that the police had all but given up on locating me. They for some reason believed that I must have left the country. I later found out that my grandmother had arranged for a friend to contact the police and tell them that she had seen me in Argentina when she had been there two weeks ago.

The one thing that I really wanted though was to get back at the mongrels that killed Boss and framed me. How I was going to do it though was something I had not worked out. Over the next few weeks though I learnt how my family had contacts in quite a few places. Some of them were completely legal but some bordered on being illegal. Through these contacts we learnt that Chief Lassand was playing around on his wife. But what was even more interesting was that he was into being fucked by transsexuals. Finally I had an in, but I still didn’t know how to use it.

My Aunt Samantha was the one who gave me the answer. She suggested that since the Chief had screwed me, maybe I should do the same to him. Then I could use a drug on him that would put him into a hypnotic trance and suggest to him that he turn himself in and admit his crimes. Then he could also turn informant on his so-called friends and clear me at the same time. The plan was set, now all I had to do was to find the Chief out looking for some fun. Once again my family’s contacts came in handy and we were advised that the Chief liked to pick up his girls at a certain bar.

With this knowledge I went out on my own for the first time and visited the bar. The girls at the bar were all dressed fairly normally, but they seemed to use some sort of color code. Through chatting to the barman, I discovered that the transsexuals wore pink accessories in their hair and blue clothing. The lesbians wore pink accessories in their hair and pink clothing and the straight girls wore nothing in their hair and black or white clothing. I now knew what I needed to wear. All I had to do was get the Chief to pick me up. Looking around the bar, I knew that I would need some luck, as most of the girls here were beautiful.

That night I returned to the bar with the correct hair accessories and clothing and sat waiting for the Chief. When he arrived he looked around the room and noticed me. He then spoke to the barman and came and sat down next to me. He then spoke to me saying, "Hi, you must be a new girl. I haven’t seen you around here before." My anger at him was almost at boiling point, but I restrained myself and replied, "Yes, this is my first time." Those words seemed to interest him and he asked me if I wanted to accompany him to his motel. I really wanted to kill him right there and then, but I agreed to his request.

Once we were back in his room, he asked me a question that I knew meant that he couldn’t bust me. He asked me if I would agree to $200.00 for the night, all services included. I agreed and he suggested that I give him a blowjob first. I was hoping that I wouldn’t have to do this but now I had no choice. When he dropped his pants, I almost laughed. His penis was erect, but still only about four inches long and only about two inches around. No wonder he likes to be fucked I thought.

As I sucked on his excuse for a penis I felt like laughing, so I did. It made my throat vibrate and he came almost immediately. I then kissed him and gave him back his cum. I then told him I was going to fuck him and he became subservient and said, "Yes please Mistress please fuck me so I can give you the pleasure you deserve." I was surprised that the so-called big man who had ruined my life was such a sissy at heart. As I lubricated my condom covered penis I thought how good it was going to be to make this bastard act as my girl.

As I ensured that I was fully lubricated the Chief begged for me to fuck him. Guessing that the Chief was a little bit of a submissive, I decided to order him around. When he heard my first command he quickly answered, "Yes Mistress as he bent himself further over the bed. I imagined so many ways of earning my revenge on the Chief as I entered him. But my values wouldn’t allow it. If I did some of the things I had thought of I would be no better than him. So I just kept pushing my large cock further and further into him. Just as I was about to insert the last of myself, I slapped his butt with one hand and then plunged in the needle and injected the drug. To stop him from realizing what I had done I continued to slap his butt.

I had known that The Chief was a low life but I had no idea how depraved he was until he came as I continued to slap his butt. After he came the drug took effect and he collapsed onto the bed. Unfortunately for me his sphincter closed tightly around my penis and I was dragged down on top of him. It wasn’t until I ordered him to loosen his sphincter that I was able to work my way loose. I then programmed him as Aunt Samantha had suggested and left him there. If everything went well he would come too in about two hours and find he had an uncontrollable urge to confess his criminal activities to Internal Affairs (I.A.).

As I left his motel room I felt better about myself than I had in quite a while. I knew that I could never again live as Joseph Burton but at least I would be cleared of any wrong doings. I also decided what I would do with the rest of my life. I would become a Private Investigator and use the name Josephine Hogg as a tribute to Boss, my old friend and partner. When I got home I was tired and decided to go to bed and sleep. Hopefully, things would all be cleared up when I woke up the next morning.

It was a little after 1.00 in the morning when my mother came into the room and woke me. She told me that I had to come downstairs. As I dragged myself from my bed, I realized how different being a woman was going to be. Then when I followed my mother into the lounge I could see that the TV was on and there appeared to be a special news report on. The Chief had done exactly what I had programmed him to do, but I had no idea how deep the corruption was.

The Chief implicated himself and all of the conspirators that I knew about, plus some surprise accomplices. I was amazed when I found out that the Mayor and half of the City Council were involved and at the amount of evidence that the Chief had provided to I.A. Then an interview with the District Attorney was shown and he announced that with the evidence they had, he was certain that he could get indictments on all of the conspirators. He then announced that all charges against me had been dropped. My name was cleared but I still knew that mob would have a contract out on me soon if they hadn’t arranged one already. It was then that I realized what a great disguise my being a woman was going to be.

When I told my family of my decision to be known as Josephine Samantha Hogg, they were happy that I had accepted my new life. I could tell though that they would have preferred I use the surname Burton or Harrison. Once again my family’s shady connections came in handy and I soon had identification in my new name. I was now a new person whether it was legal or not, I didn’t want to know.

As a result of the Chief’s confession and his evidence nearly every one of the conspirators was indicted and now in custody pending trial. Only two of the conspirators escaped indictment and they did that by committing suicide. Whilst they awaited their trials, I was gaining my credentials to start my new life as a Private Investigator. Once I had my credentials my family hired me to locate myself. We had decided that I needed to solve a big case, so that I could become famous and my disappearance was still in the spotlight with the trials due to start next week.

My only problem was that to solve the case I needed to prove that I was dead without providing a body. How I was going to do that, I had no idea. Maybe if I ever work it out, I’ll let you know. In the meantime, I need to get on with my life. Just remember if you ever need a Private Eye and you see my name in the book, give me a call. As you can probably guess I know how to keep a secret, as I have a few of my own.

The End?

 

 

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