The Unofficial Biography Of Kimmay

Book 4: The Nature Of The Matriarchy

by G L Hudson

 

 

When the train arrived, they were once again blessed by the blizzard; the train was almost empty. Tiffany found them an empty compartment and Faxon was able to put his glasses back on. "You'll have to buy another pair of glasses dear, something cute and girly. You made it without any damage to your makeup. You still look really pretty. Do you think you will be able to duplicate their work?" she asked.

"I doubt it, but I do have the video. I'll study that and practice and maybe I can at least get close." He looked at Tiffany and slowly broke into a huge grin. "This day has been amazing. You are the most wonderful human being on the face of this planet. Thank you for being so nice to me."

"I had a great time also, and we're not done yet. We have a long ways to go before you put on your negligee, climb into bed with me and then …" she made an obscene gesture.

Faxon began giggling. "I would be happy to do that. It is the least I can do to repay you. Now before we reach the Chur station, let's get out my new purse."

When they reached Tiffany's villa they hauled in all of their bags. "You can put all of these in my guestroom," Tiffany said as she pulled off her coat. They both kicked off their boots and left them by the door.

"Am I getting kicked out of your bedroom already?" Faxon pouted.

"Not you darling, just your clothes. You see, I like female type clothing also. All of my closets are full. My guest room is connected to the bedroom, and it's the perfect place for you to start setting up your boudoir."

"It's connected? That's an interesting idea," he mused.

"That's right, I still haven't given you a tour, maybe we can do that later. The major bedrooms have adjacent guestrooms and they're attached through a private entrance. That way guests can keep their privacy, or make themselves available to the master bedroom. There are three combinations like that. Rather an interesting idea is right."

"What a house," Faxon said in amazement.

Tiffany led him to the elevator and they took all of Faxon's bags to Tiffany's guest room. "Why don't you pick out a nice skirt to wear, and then come over to my room. I'll plug in my electric curlers and warm them up for you."

Faxon returned wearing the gray wool skirt with the full length pleats, and his new three-inch heels. "That skirt looks very nice on you, darling. And the heels go very nice with it. They make your legs look sexy! Hot legs! You've got hot legs!" Tiffany teased.

Faxon smiled and looked over her shoulder as she was testing the curlers.

"These are almost ready. All I'm going to be able to do is make your hair curly, there won't really be a style, because I don't know what I'm doing. After dinner let's go online and find some styling sites. Maybe we can find a good style for you, and then tomorrow morning I'll give you a wet set. You'll like that, I promise."

Tiffany slid a chair over to the counter and had Faxon sit down facing the mirror. "Remember, I have no idea what I'm doing. When I get done you will have curls. If they look reasonable I can try and brush it into a style. If it looks like I think it will, we'll just leave it so you have a few curls for the evening."

"I'm not fussy," Faxon admitted. "I'll take whatever you give me. How long do I have to leave them in?"

"Thirty or forty minutes should be enough for tonight," she estimated.

"Then while they are setting my hair, can we go start dinner? I'm starving."

Tiffany finished setting his hair, and then led him down to the kitchen. She found an apron for Faxon to cover his new clothes. They inspected the freezer, refrigerator and pantry before deciding on dinner. Faxon wanted to cook, so they settled on his specialty, shrimp scampi-style. He used white wine, garlic and paprika to sautée them. Tiffany steamed some green beans and prepared salads.

They were almost ready to eat when Tiffany reminded Faxon that his curlers had to come out. "You are not allowed to come to the table with rollers in your hair."

"Is that a rule?"

"It is now." She quickly removed the rollers and gave him her condolences. "I'm obviously not a hair stylist. We won't brush it out. Run over to the bathroom and take a quick look in the mirror. Don't take long," she called after him. "The shrimp are almost ready."

Faxon returned beaming from ear to ear. "You did fine," he assured her. "I love the curls. They make a big difference in my appearance. I almost look like a real girl."

"Quit saying almost. Get those shrimp and repeat after me, 'I'm a pretty girl. I look wonderful'. Got that? Say it with me."

"I'm a pretty girl. I look wonderful. I'm a pretty girl. I look wonderful." They continued repeating the words until they were ready to eat.

Dinner was a rush as both of them were very hungry. Tiffany found some ice-cream in the freezer for dessert. They worked together and cleaned the dishes. "Would you like to see the house?" Tiffany asked.

"Lead on," Faxon answered. "I'm intrigued by this place. Did you build it?"

"No, we think it was built by a Saudi gun runner. This was my hideout when I was running from the United States government. Right after they burned down my apartment and thought they had killed me, Linda brought me here to hide. That was way back in … ohhhh … 2026, I think."

"Wow," Faxon said. "I remember when you guys made your announcement to the world. I was amazed at the science, but it was the politics that I was intrigued by. Everyone here in Europe had seen the U.S. sliding into a totalitarian regime for twenty-five years, but we didn't realize how serious it was until you exposed them."

"It surprised the hell out of me too." Tiffany took his hand and led him into the basement. "This is my old laboratory where I perfected teleportation. Then along came Kimmay and I reversed gears and started working on micro-teleportation."

"Those must have been awesome times for you. Knowing what kind of breakthroughs you were working on and at the same time being caught up in international intrigue."

"They were heady days. But they were also some of the worst times that I have been through. I almost lost it when Amanda was killed and Kimmay was dying. Linda almost lost it too. If she hadn't gotten a grip on herself and saved Kimmay, I'd either be dead or in a mental institution today. You call it intrigue, but after that we called it running and hiding for our lives. We saw assassins every place we looked. It was no fun, believe me," and she sniffed back a quiet sob.

Faxon squeezed her hand, but said nothing. The tour continued. "And in here is where Linda kept the time-projector."

"Really?" exclaimed Faxon, as he smoothed his cashmere sweater. "I've always wanted to see a live dinosaur."

"Well you can't anymore, it no longer works."

"It's broken?" Faxon asked dejectedly.

"No, Kimmay changed the universe. You can't go backwards in time any longer."

"What are you talking about? Kimmay changed the universe? Isn't that impossible?"

"Apparently not for Kimmay. She did it." Tiffany fluffed one of Faxon's curls. "I told you she was amazing." She took Faxon's hand and looked at his nails. "We need to get you some nail polish, darling. From here the tour moves upstairs."

Tiffany showed him the projector room and gymnasium, the pool and sauna and library and on and on the tour went. Faxon was amazed.

At the end of the tour he asked, "So you bought this place and own it now?"

"The company actually owns it, but I live here. Kimmay and Jason Drum, our CEO, have permanent rooms here. We meet here every other month. And in alternate months I go to Milwaukee to meet with Kimmay." An idea flashed into Tiffany's mind. "You have to go to Milwaukee with me on my next trip."

"Why?"

"So you can go to Gabrielle's Salon. That's the salon that Melissa owns. Melissa, Simon and George are magicians. They will turn you into the most beautiful butterfly in the world. You have to go, I won't accept no for an answer."

"We will have to see," he said smiling.

"No we will not have to see. You will go. Period! I'll look up the next date and you will arrange your entire life to join me in Milwaukee." Faxon was learning that Tiffany could be very stubborn when she wanted to be.

She took Faxon to her room and picked out a bottle of nail polish. Faxon sat quietly while she applied it to his nails. When she was done she told Faxon, "There, that makes you look much more complete. You're looking like a real woman, darling. Let's go to the office and look for a hair style for you."

Tiffany led him back to the study. There were floor to ceiling bookshelves on three walls, and the other wall had floor to ceiling windows. There was a large sliding glass door that opened onto a stone balcony. Around the three walls were located four large desks facing towards the windows.

Tiffany pointed to one of the desks, "That one is mine, that one is Kimmay's and that one is Jason's. You can use the guest desk. All of your passwords are 'Krysallis'." They both walked to their respective desks. "We're looking for hair styling sites. When you get logged on why don't you copy to my screen?"

"What's your ID?"

"4NIK8."

"It is not," Faxon challenged her.

Tiffany giggled. "Yes it is. It's new."

Faxon typed in the password and he had a picture in picture of Tiffany's screen. Tiffany started typing in key words for make over and hair styling sites. She soon found a good site. She hit a button and a large screen came down in front of the windows. A projector mounted on the ceiling across the room projected a copy of Tiffany's screen. "Let's start with medium length hair, because that is what you have."

Faxon leaned back and watched the screen as Tiffany clicked around looking for a hairstyle similar to Faxon's. When she was satisfied that she was as close as she could get, she started looking through curly styles that could be made with Faxon's hair length. They found a couple they liked, and then Tiffany found a way to put those styles on Faxon's picture. She found a digital camera and took Faxon's picture, then down loaded it into the web site.

"This is great," Tiffany squeaked. "Look at this, we can put any style on you and see exactly how you would look."

The two of them tried style after style and color after color on Faxon's picture. They started getting silly as Faxon picked out pigtails and corn-rows, and then Tiffany started picking out long hair styles and elegant updos. They laughed and joked for the better part of an hour as they played with the styling site. Eventually they agreed on a style and Tiffany studied the instructions for curling the hair. "I think we can do this," she decided and she hit the print button. "We'll try it tomorrow."

"Are we done with this then?" Faxon asked.

"I guess so."

"Great, then let's go here," and Faxon flipped up a new site featuring women's clothes. "I was glancing through this site while you were finishing up," Faxon said. "I need a full body picture of you. You have to stand like the model in the picture."

"Ok, but then I want a picture of you in the same pose."

They took their pictures and loaded them into the web site. They followed the directions and scaled themselves to the right size. "Let's go shopping," Faxon said. "I get to dress you and you can dress me."

Tiffany began laughing, "I can guess where this is going to go already."

The fun didn't degenerate as fast as Tiffany feared. They dressed each other in skirts, blouses, sweaters and dresses for almost two hours. They printed out almost one hundred pictures with information on the clothes, sizes, colors and ordering information for each other. There was a short giggling period when they found swimsuits and bikinis. And then Faxon moved over to the formal gowns and finally wedding gowns.

Tiffany decided to tease Faxon a little, "You look good in a wedding dress. I think this one looks very good on you."

Faxon countered with a glamorous gown for Tiffany.

"Would you consider getting married wearing this dress?" she asked him.

"Not bad. I could do a lot worse," he said.

Tiffany smiled. The answer was a resounding yes. That could be loads of fun she thought. She decided to push farther, "Now that we have our dresses picked out, what should we have the bridesmaids wear?"

They entertained themselves for three hours with the dressing sites. They took turns running to the refrigerator and bringing back cold bottles of German beer. It was the one beverage that they both enjoyed the most; it was something else they had in common, Tiffany had said. By midnight the printer had run out of paper, and their eyes were bleary.

Tiffany took Faxon to their bathroom and showed him how to wash off his makeup. He brushed his teeth and shaved before he slipped into his negligee. Tiffany joined him in bed and Faxon did his best to live up to Tiffany's obscene gesture on the train.

The rest of the weekend was a blur for both of them. On Saturday morning, Tiffany set Faxon's hair and it came out very good for their first attempt. Faxon put on his makeup and got dressed in his new clothes. He met Tiffany in the kitchen and asked, "How did I do?"

She smiled, "Do you want the truth?"

"That bad?"

"Not that bad, but with your beard and all you have to be almost perfect. After breakfast I recommend that you wash off your makeup, watch the video and do it again. I'll watch it with you."

The second attempt was much better. Tiffany stood behind him and offered bits of advice, but mostly she allowed Faxon to proceed on his own. They spent the afternoon at work. Tiffany sat at her desk and Faxon used the guest desk. They had both skipped out on work early in the week, and they needed to catch up. Most of the afternoon was spent in the office.

After work, Tiffany suggested that they dress for dinner. Once again Faxon washed off his makeup and shaved. Then he tried his evening makeup routine. It was passable. Tiffany put on a dress and also put on her evening makeup. Since Faxon didn't have a dress, Tiffany suggested his see-through blouse. "It's a hot number for a hot chick," she told him.

When he was finished Tiffany said, "I've got a little surprise for you. Sit here in front of this mirror." She walked behind him and reached around his neck. "This necklace doesn't actually go with this blouse, but who cares. I want to make you look like a million bucks," she giggled. She placed the Dragon Diamond necklace around his neck and fastened it for him. Faxon started to object, but then remained quiet. Tiffany handed him the earrings. He removed his and put on hers.

"I'm almost speechless," he said. "They may not go with this blouse, but they are the most exquisite gems that I have ever seen. Just wearing them sends goose bumps all over me." And then he got serious, "Tiffany we have to talk. You can't keep these diamonds here, it isn't safe."

Tiffany placed a finger over Faxon's red lips and quieted him. "I agree. Let's talk about it over dinner."

During the evening, at least a dozen times Faxon said, "These diamonds scare me to death. I'm afraid to move in case I loose one." Tiffany reassured him and insisted that he continue wearing them.

They donned their aprons and carefully grilled two steaks on the kitchen grill. Tiffany made salads and Faxon sautéed some fresh-frozen beans. "Do you do your own grocery shopping?" Faxon asked during dinner.

"I do half the shopping. I have a service that cleans and takes care of the house, and they have a list of staples to keep filled."

"Can you trust these people?"

"So far I haven't had any troubles. You've noticed that all of the electronic files are password protected and more."

"I'm aware of your more. I noticed that you had to use fingerprint and voice identification to release all of the computers in your office. And I also noticed the IR and motion detectors. The cleaning crew isn't allowed into your office, or the basement are they?"

"No they aren't. You're very perceptive," she congratulated him.

"And I'd guess that each of you have a wall or floor safe in your bedroom. I noticed a few cameras and I'll bet they go to offsite 24-hour recorders. And I even noticed some of the fire and safety monitors around the house."

"Are you casing my house?" Tiffany asked.

"It's my job, Tiffany. My insurance company specializes in protection for its clients. Do you have cameras outside also?"

"Yes, we have one," Tiffany grinned.

"One? That's not enough."

"It's enough," Tiffany disagreed. She was still grinning.

"One camera can't cover the front and back, Tiffany. That's impossible."

"It does though," she argued. "A couple of years ago a group of commandos broke in and tried to assassinate Kimmay and me. Kimmay's bodyguard woke up in time and got us out. After that, President Horn decided that Kimmay's life was too valuable to leave unprotected, so she signed an executive order and our houses now have 24-hour satellite surveillance. So you see, it only takes one camera."

Faxon just stared at her. He couldn't believe what he had just heard. He was stunned. "I've never heard of that," he said. Then he thought about the ramifications. "They watch all the time?"

"Yes."

"They see everyone that comes and goes?"

"Yes."

"Then they saw me come in."

"So?"

"So they can tell if I'm dressed as a girl," he worried.

"Not today they couldn't. Not in this blizzard. And besides, don't worry about anything. This surveillance is top secret and reports go only to Jennifer. I asked and Kristal promised."

"Who is Jennifer?"

"Kristal's personal assistant, and a very good friend. Very good. They won't try to identify you unless there is an incident."

"I'm not sure if I'm comfortable with this. I don't have much faith in your government."

"Neither do I, but I have all the faith in the world in Kristal and Jennifer. You will too. When you meet them you'll understand."

"When I meet the President of the United States?" he asked in awe.

"No, no, no. Not the President of the United States, Kristal my friend. Trust me, there is a huge difference. And yes, if you stick around long enough you will meet her." Tiffany gave him a reassuring smile and reached across the table to touch his hand. She ran her fingers over his red fingernails. "You were going to tell me about security."

Faxon needed a minute to compose himself. "We protect some of the most valuable private art collections in the world. We also provide security for children and family to protect them from kidnapping and ransom. We do a lot of things. I'd like to provide those services for you and your friends with the other Dragon Diamonds."

"I don't know what your fees are, but I'm pretty sure that one or two of the girls can't afford your services."

"Then I will give them our services free. Tiffany, these diamonds are priceless and I will do anything to protect them for you."

"How can you assure their protection?"

"There is only one sure-fire way. We would take them into our custody and keep them in our vault. It is the safest place in the world. It is so safe, that I'm not even allowed to tell you about our security."

"What good does it do to have jewelry like this if you keep it locked up all the time?" she complained.

"They're available whenever you want them. We will deliver them to you any where in the world with twenty-four hours notice, and usually faster. And we pick them up and return them. And I will do it for all of you free. There will be no charges, ever."

"Wow." Tiffany blinked in amazement. "That's a wonderful offer. You would do this for the other girls? Free?"

"Yes. Tiffany, you can't loose these diamonds. They are so utterly amazing that they literally send shivers up and down my spine. Let me protect them for you."

"That's one offer that will be difficult to turn down. I will pass the offer to the other girls. But I will nit-pick you on one thing you said. I suspect that one of the sets is in a place safer than your place."

"Where would that be?"

"The White House."

"Your wrong, Tiffany. It might be safe from theft, but not fire or tornados or nuclear attack." Faxon smiled proudly.

"Nuclear attack? I guess I shouldn't argue with you about security," Tiffany sniffed in fake defeat.

"My company can provide other services and protections for you, both personal and business. We have resources that you probably are not even aware exist."

Tiffany started laughing. "I've let in a traveling salesman!"

Faxon laughed also. "You're right. I will say only one more thing, then I will clean up the dishes; please consider my offer."

Tiffany stopped laughing and got serious for just a moment. "I will. Can you bring your people to Lucerne this week for a presentation and discussion? I want my top people there. And I'll send notes to all of the girls tomorrow and I will urge them to accept your offer."

They spent the rest of Saturday evening watching old romantic Krysallis movies while entwined in each other's arms.

Sunday morning was another sleep-in morning. They had a late breakfast and left for the train station at noon. Faxon said good-bye to Tiffany in the Lucerne train station. They promised to call each other that evening.

 

CHAPTER 9

 

Faxon and his entourage arrived in Lucerne late in the morning on Thursday. They went to lunch and spent their time reviewing their presentation and proposals. Everyone was anxious to meet Tiffany Reimer. They had read about her and Kimmay and they knew about their contacts with extra-terrestrials. Tiffany was a celebrity. She was very low-key about it, and you could be easily misled by her personality and attitude. She never acted like a celebrity, but every once in a while she made a casual statement that would blow you away. She never tried to impress people. It was if she didn't realize how important she was. They had all heard these stories, and now they were anxious to meet the person.

While Faxon's group was eating, Tiffany and Jason were talking with Kimmay via AV-phone. Tiffany reviewed Faxon and his company, and also his father's entire business empire. Kimmay reported what Jennifer had collected on the cartel. They had the CIA's executive review of the company. They knew about the key figures; Faxon and his father and his ambitious brother. They knew more than Faxon could have ever guessed. They even knew that Tiffany was dating Faxon.

Tiffany was especially interested in the information concerning Faxon. Tiffany had personally called Jennifer and had asked for the dossier on him. Someone that had gotten close to her had fooled her once before, and she didn't want that to happen again. Once bitten, twice shy. The information she heard set her mind at ease.

When Faxon and his group arrived they were ushered into the executive conference room where they met the Eleven Lights personnel. Tiffany and Jason Drum were the senior representatives present, and Kimmay was present via videoconference. It was seven A.M. in Milwaukee and Kimmay was wide-awake and ready to participate. The group was impressed and more than a bit nervous.

Tiffany started the meeting by welcoming Faxon and his team. She introduced her people, gave a brief overview of the purpose for the meeting and then turned the floor over to Faxon. Faxon thanked Tiffany et al for the invitation. He introduced his team, and then turned the actual presentation over to his executive vice president of sales.

Tiffany and Jason both admitted that they had never been aware of some of the abilities or services that Faxon's company provided. But that didn't stop them from asking some very penetrating questions. The presenters soon realized that the three of them had done their homework. Kimmay said little, but when she spoke the senior members always handled her questions with great deference. Kimmay was viewed as the key to getting Eleven Lights' business. It was an erroneous assumption, and fit into Tiffany's strategy. Kimmay was the distraction. When Tiffany and Jason wanted to think about something, or even whisper with each other, Kimmay picked up their signal and deflected attention from them. Jason was then able to come back with the important questions. Jason was actually the key.

It was a long meeting, but very productive. Jason and Tiffany decided that Faxon had some services that were of interest to the company. They all agreed to meet in Zurich the following week. Both sides had items to review and homework to complete before the next meeting. Everyone left happy and hopeful. Faxon walked his team out to the lobby, and then announced that he would have dinner with Tiffany. His team thought that was a great maneuver. The top executives having dinner together was always a good sign. They wished him luck and left for the train station.

Faxon returned to Tiffany's office where he waited to be called. Jason was already in Tiffany's office. They talked business for a while and confirmed what they had discussed in the meeting. Business was over and Jason left. Tiffany walked around her desk and gave Faxon a long, wet kiss. "My panties got soaking wet just looking at you in that meeting," she said in a sultry voice.

Faxon laughed. "That was the longest meeting I have ever had. I wanted to lunge across that table and rip off your blouse. Can I do that now?"

"Not yet darling, we have to catch a train. By the way, I received answers back from all of the girls, Kristal included. We will accept your offer for the Dragon Diamonds. Here is a list of the girls and their details. You can take mine with you on Sunday. Shall we get going? I haven't had any sex for four whole days and I'm so horny I can hardly walk."

"Wait one second," Faxon said. He turned away from Tiffany and took off his glasses. He slipped on a pair of new glasses and turned to face Tiffany. They were the latest style in women's eyewear. They were small and perfectly round. The rims around the lenses were a bright blue, and the earpieces were a brass-colored wire. "Well?"

"How cute," she said. "They look very good on you. They will make a nice impact on your female appearance."

Tiffany picked up her phone and told her secretary they were leaving. Faxon had no extra luggage with him and Tiffany had her usual over-sized handbag. On the way out Tiffany stopped at her secretary's desk. There was a small Styrofoam cooler sitting on her desk. Tiffany handed the cooler to Faxon. "You can carry dinner."

"What is it?" he asked.

"Crustaceans."

Faxon peaked inside and grinned. "And big ones they are."

 

After their lobster dinner, Tiffany asked Faxon if he would like to have his hair set. "You will have the opportunity of sleeping in curlers. Most girls hate it, it can be very uncomfortable, but I thought you might like to try it just this once. What do you think?"

"I think it would be fun. It's definitely one of those experiences that I would like to try. Who knows, I might even like it. And while you're setting my hair, is it alright if I apply my own nail polish? I'd like to see if I can do it without painting my knuckles red."

Tiffany had Faxon change into his negligee and a robe. She loaned him some fluffy slippers. "Did you notice anything different?"

"No …"

"I washed your negligee for you."

"I thought it smelled nice. Thank you."

"Well this is the last time, my love. I don't mind being your stylist but I'm not going to be your maid. Tomorrow, we need to go shopping and …"

"Darn," Faxon interrupted. "Shopping again? That's too much fun for a quiet little girl like me."

Tiffany smiled and punched him in the arm. "You are going to buy lots of necessities, like extra undies and negligees so you have enough to wear while you do wash on the weekend. You thought you spent a lot of money last weekend, wait until you see tomorrow's damage."

Tiffany pushed Faxon's head under the faucet and she shampooed his hair. She rinsed the shampoo, added the conditioner and worked that through his hair. Finally she rinsed the conditioner and wrapped a towel over his head before she let him stand up. "You can sit at my vanity and do your nails there, while I set your hair."

Faxon situated himself at the vanity and opened the bottle of nail polish. "I love the smell of this," he said.

"Sniff enough of it and it will kill your brain cells," Tiffany warned, as she combed out his hair.

"What's wrong with that?" he asked as innocently as possible. They both continued to work in silence for a few minutes. "What else do I need to buy tomorrow?"

"Everything. First off you need more sleep wear. You need an extra negligee, your own slippers, you're stretching mine out, some sexy silk robes and some warmer fleece robes. Then you need a few more cosmetics, like your own nail polish and remover. Also some nail hardener. Let's see, you need a corset, but I'll leave that until we go to Milwaukee. Jewelry would be nice. You can never have too many pairs of shoes. And oh yea, you need cleansing items, like a good facial cleanser, makeup remover, a good moisturizer, and a woman's deodorant with a pretty floral scent. Is that enough for starters?"

"No dresses?"

Tiffany took her first section of hair and rolled it around the hair curler, "If you feel ready we can look for dresses. Also, I want to get some glue for your breast forms. Did you know that you can glue them to your chest and you don't have to wear a bra?"

"But I like bras," Faxon protested.

"But with your boobs glued on, you can wear them in the shower or pool or even to bed. And speaking of pools, we can go skinny dipping in the pool if you want. But it would be fun to wear a bikini. And then you can use the tanning bed and get a really sexy tan with the bikini."

"You've got all kinds of great ideas. How did you think of all these things?"

"Silly, I've been here before. Remember?"

"Oh yea," he said. "You are so sexy and hot and beautiful, I keep forgetting that you were once a man. Do you ever have any regrets or miss anything about being a male?"

"Never, darling." She finished one section of Faxon's hair and moved to another. "I wondered that at first too, especially the part about having a penis and reaching orgasm. But after my first female orgasm, I never thought about it again. You have no idea how great this new plumbing is. Yea, I can't stand up when I piss, but the rest is pure heaven."

"What about your periods? I know a lot of women complain about them."

"I have been really lucky with my periods. I have never had the slightest bit of discomfort. They're inconvenient, but I have no room to complain."

"I guess you're lucky. I guess I'm lucky. This will be our third weekend in a row and you haven't had your period. Nothing has gotten in our way."

"Yes I have had my period. I had it this week."

"You did? I thought they lasted several days?"

Tiffany chuckled quietly. "I'm a bit different," she said. "The Keeper gave us complete control over our bodies. I can move my period to when I want it, within reasonable time limits of course, and I can speed it up if I have a hot date coming up. Plus, I don't have to take any pregnancy protection. I have complete control over my fertility."

"That's amazing," Faxon said. "So I can't get you pregnant until you are ready?"

Tiffany unrolled a curler she didn't like, and re-rolled it more to her liking. "That's right. Rather convenient isn't it?"

"Yea, where do I sign up?"

"I thought you didn't want to switch and be a full time girl?"

"If I could be a real female like you, I would consider changing. But if I can't be totally real, I want to keep what I have. I love cross-dressing, don't get me wrong. And I love you for being so considerate to me. But I see this as a hobby more than a lifestyle. And I cannot believe how lucky I am to have met you. You are an angel Tiffany."

"There are no such things as angels. That's what got us into this mess!"

"What does that mean?" Faxon asked, totally perplexed.

"It's a quote from Linda. I think it has something to do with God and religion. Linda said that right after Amanda had been killed and Kimmay and Melissa were dying. I didn't know it at the time, but I'm sure she was referring to the Builders using religion and God as a way to manipulate humans."

They sat quietly for a few moments. Faxon was amazed by what Tiffany said at times. Her history, her experiences, her life made him feel so small. He had led the simplest, most protected life possible. He had been raised in an ultra-rich family and he had no experiences to compare with Tiffany's. Tiffany had lived, Faxon had existed.

"Sometimes you scare me Tiffany."

"What? Why do I scare you?" she asked in a hurt tone.

"Not scare, I didn't mean it that way. I mean … I am in awe of you. The things that you have accomplished, your intelligence and abilities, the people you know are just way above anything I have ever seen. The President of the United States has a satellite dedicated to protecting you twenty-four hours a day. My gosh! You're intimidating!"

She leaned over and kissed him on the cheek. "Don't think about those things. Think about us, you and me."

"I can't help it. Those things that happened to you, surviving assassination attempts, jumping around the world through inter-dimensional portals, meeting the Keeper, being turned from a man into a beautiful woman, those things really happened. They sound like a novel, but a real flesh and blood person, you Tiffany, actually did those things. How can I not help but feel insignificant in your presence?"

Tiffany finished one side of Jason's head and moved to the other side. "Those things happened, Faxon. I didn't decide to get out of bed one morning and get caught up in all of those things. You don't plan that stuff. As it happens you react and do what you can. Most of the time you do what you can just to survive. I was very lucky to be dealing with people like Linda and Kimmay and Kristal. There were many other people involved and I made a small contribution."

"If you call inventing teleportation a small contribution."

Tiffany rolled up another curler in Faxon's hair and smiled. "I guess I did make a contribution here and there. You're giving me a big head Faxon. I'm not the heroine here though. Kimmay was the key person. She is the one that changed the universe, not me."

Faxon sat quietly while Tiffany rolled up another curler. "I like hearing you talk about these things. About the things that you have seen and done and all. The people that you know, the little comments that Linda or Kristal made, your special anecdotes that you throw into a conversation. I find them really interesting. As we get to know each better, will you share all of your stories with me?"

Tiffany rolled up Faxon's last curler and fitted a hairnet over his head. "Faxon, I'm glad you like my stories. I'm not sure how much I will tell you. There are some things I can't tell you and there are a lot of things that I just don't know. And sometimes I feel like I'm bragging, and I don't want to be like that. But I'm glad you are interested." Then Tiffany started feeling a little self-conscious. "I bet you have lot's of interesting anecdotes of your own."

"Not really. Tiffany, you've lived as exciting a life as I can imagine. I was raised in a rich family where the most excitement I ever had was tying my own shoes. I would love to be involved in something important like you; to have a real purpose and plan, and make a real contribution to something important."

"Don't worry darling, you are involved in something very important."

"What?"

"The Eleventh Prophecy."

"The Eleventh Prophecy? What's that?"

"That's the part where you become my beautiful lover and make us happy ever after. Kind of like the charming prince in all of the stories. She patted him on his curlers and said, "Time for bed. Shall we make a fire and snuggle in bed while we watch it, or do you want to lick my pussy while I fondle your curlers?"

 

Friday morning Faxon awoke with Tiffany spooning against his back. "Good morning darling. How did you sleep?"

"Great."

"Did the curlers bother you?"

"A little, but not nearly as much as my negligee did the first night that I slept in it."

"So you could get used to sleeping with curlers in your hair?"

"Certainly."

"That's good. It allows us to get a faster start in the morning."

"It also gets you hot when I go down on you," Faxon stated.

"So?"

Faxon rolled over so he could look in Tiffanies eyes, "So it is the least I can do for my lover and mentor. I am yours to command."

Tiffany sat half-way up, leaning on her elbow. She gave Faxon a serious look, "Darling, I don't want to command you. I want an equal relationship. When we're in the business world I want to be your pretty girl and I want you to be my handsome man. In private, I want to be girl friends together. But always as equals. Is that acceptable?"

"Of course. I'll try to uphold my end better in the future."

"You've been doing just grand sweetheart. Now then, it's Friday, we're in our private boudoir and we need to go shopping today. Let's get the pretty girlfriends all dolled-up and be on our way."

Faxon did a decent job with his makeup. He wore his cashmere sweater and the plaid wool skirt with black pantyhose. He pulled on his boots and Tiffany handed him a large silk scarf. "Put this over your hair, it will help you look more feminine."

Faxon glanced in the hall mirror and liked what he saw. With his new glasses and his fresh curls peaking out from under the scarf, he looked very convincing.

Tiffany handed him his coat and remarked, "This is one other thing you should consider buying. This coat looks too androgynous. You should buy yourself a full-length fur coat like mine. They're heavenly."

They exchanged a light kiss and walked out to Tiffany's BMW. She drove them to the train station and bought two tickets for St. Moritz. It was a nice day and the train station in Chur was much busier than the previous week. No one gave Faxon a second look as he stood with Tiffany, purse straps over their shoulders and waiting for their connection.

When they reached St. Moritz they stepped into the snow and cold air. With his hands in his pockets Faxon walked up the hill towards the ritzy shops, watching his breath freeze in the cold air. "You know what else I need? A nice warm pair of gloves."

Faxon and Tiffany's first stop was the pharmacy. Tiffany handed Faxon a basket and they headed towards the moisturizing creams. Faxon picked out a nice smelling deodorant, an astringent for cleaning his face, clear nail polish and hardener, a nail buffing kit, cotton balls, cosmetic sponges, shampoo and conditioner, a good quality hair brush, tweezers, makeup remover, cold cream, and a dozen other female necessities.

Tiffany wanted to handle the little things before they began clothes shopping, so they went to the costume store next. Faxon bought both the glue and the glue remover for fixing his prosthesis semi-permanently to his chest.

The next shop was the lingerie shop that they had visited the previous weekend. The same woman was working and she recognized Tiffany and Faxon. She complimented Faxon on his appearance, but she didn't say it to Faxon. Like the previous week, she only spoke to Tiffany. Faxon bought a pair of silk robes and a pair of warmer, fleece robes. He picked up one long and one short negligee and two pairs of slippers. Tiffany reminded him to buy a few more pair of panties. He chose bikini panties to have a wider range of styles. Now that he knew about tucking, bikini panties looked more enticing.

With packages in hand, Tiffany marched them through the frozen air and across the snow covered sidewalks to their next stop. "More shoes?" he asked.

"I just want to look," Tiffany said. "I'm interested in getting a new pair of black heels, and if you see something you like, go for it." Like any pair of girls, they each managed to find a couple pairs of shoes that they liked.

After they paid for their shoes Tiffany suggested a light lunch. Faxon agreed, since their breakfast had been only juice and toast. They found a small restaurant and Tiffany ordered a beer and salad for each of them. They watched people walk by and they talked about hairstyles and hem lengths on the young girls. St. Moritz was a glitzy ski resort for the rich and fashionable, so their girl watching was very productive.

Faxon was getting comfortable in his alter-role. He refrained from speaking much, letting Tiffany handle most of their conversations with the salesgirls. A few girls picked up on Faxon's gender, but only one girl had a problem with Faxon and she refused to serve him. She was snippy and made a minor scene, but Faxon wasn't bothered by it. He refused to leave when Tiffany asked if he wanted to go to another store. A different girl quickly helped them and Faxon never gave it a second thought.

Walking down the street few people even looked at him. He was made up and dressed to keep a low profile and his strategy worked well. With all the hot young teenagers covering the town, why would anyone want to watch Faxon? One man made a snide comment and that was the extent of their incidents. Faxon's confidence amazed Tiffany. Two weeks ago he barely had enough courage to strike up a conversation with her, and now he was shrugging off insults about his masculinity.

Because Faxon was handling every thing so well, Tiffany took him into a sporting goods store to look for a swimsuit. Unfortunately they had no two-piece suits. Tiffany wanted to get him into a two-piece suit for tanning, so she wouldn't even let him consider a one-piece.

Their second to last stop was a furrier. She convinced Faxon to buy a beautiful, full-length sable coat. It cost six thousand euros, but it didn't faze Faxon a bit. He was a wealthy man after all. But he did surprise the salesgirl. Until she saw his credit card she was convinced that he was a woman. That gave Faxon just the courage he needed for his last stop.

Tiffany spotted the shop first, and Faxon agreed. It was very upscale and chic. They had glamorous evening wear, and Faxon had decided that he wanted to buy an elegant dress for dining at Château Tiffany. When the clerks saw two women wearing full-length fur coats, the senior sales women made a rush for them. The winner soon realized that the girl looking for a dress was not entirely female, and she had a snit. Faxon told her, "If my money isn't good enough for you, then get out of my sight and send over a qualified clerk."

Tiffany was very proud of him, and told him so. When the second girl arrived, Faxon said, "I'm a male cross-dresser and I am looking for one or two nice dresses to buy. I intend to try them on to make sure they fit. Can you help me or would you like to send someone else over?"

The second woman was very gracious. She said that she would be honored to help and then she apologized for the other woman. Faxon accepted her apology and then asked, "Do you work on commission?"

"Yes we do."

"Then let's start with your best, most expensive dresses."

"Yes, ma'am," and she led Faxon to the expensive dresses. The dresses were exquisite, but very expensive; upwards of two thousand euros. The price didn't faze Faxon in the slightest. Since Faxon seemed to have everything under control and Tiffany didn't need to run interference for him, she found a comfortable chair and sat down to watch the shopping.

Faxon looked through the entire offerings, which were on the meager side, and picked out three very nice dresses. They were all calf to ankle length, long sleeve and tight fitting around the waist and hips. One was low cut, one had a V-neck and one had cowl that fitted down over the shoulders. It was made of a soft velvet material and hung tight around the hips and all the way to the ankles. The cowl style dress would require a strapless bra. The other two dresses were made from silk and they were covered with beads. Faxon took the three of them to the dressing room and tried on each dress. He walked back to Tiffany to model each dress.

He started with the velvet, cowl dress and ended with it. It was obviously Faxon's favorite. It was a dark red, not quite maroon color. "What do you think Tiffany?"

"I like it," she said. "Do you feel comfortable in it?"

"Yes I do, and I love the feeling and texture of the material. How do you think it would work with a certain diamond necklace?" He was asking and hinting at the same time.

Tiffany smiled at Faxon, "I think those diamonds would be perfect with that dress. But you're going to need some red heels and a matching clutch purse."

"I can help you with those," the sales lady offered.

The dress ended up being a bargain, only nine hundred euros, and the grand total was just a tad over one thousand. Faxon happily paid the bill. Once again the girls had their hands full as they walked back through the snow. As they found their seats on the train, Faxon sat down with a sigh, "It was a great day for shopping. I can't wait to dress for dinner tonight."

"Yes, it should be fun," Tiffany agreed.

 

They prepared dinner together, a casserole which they slid into the oven before they headed upstairs to change into their cocktail dresses. Faxon applied his evening makeup and did another credible job. Tiffany applied her makeup on the heavy, sexy side; she wanted to seduce her man (or was it girl?). During dinner the conversation turned to many things, but Faxon eventually brought it around to their travel schedules. "Tiffany, would you spend next weekend with me in Zurich?"

"I'd love to. Any special reason?"

"As a thank you. You've been so good to me, that I think it is time that I took you out to some of the better restaurants in the city."

"You are getting bolder," she said. "We will have to do some more shopping."

"No, this won't be for dressing up. I want to go out as boy and girl. I want to take my beautiful girl friend out on the town and show her off. Is that ok with you?"

"Sure, I would like that. Now let me ask you, the weekend after would you like to go to Amsterdam and spend the weekend as girl friends? It's a great city for cross-dressers. They are very friendly there, and there are lots of good restaurants and fun nightclubs. We could shop during the day."

"That would be fun," Faxon said.

"I am amazed at how much you have changed over the last couple of weeks. You were so shy when we first met, and now you have no trouble going out in public dressed as a pretty girl. You've come a long way baby!"

"Thanks Tiffany. You know, I have to admit this has made a difference. You've made a difference. I do feel so much better about myself, and work and life in general. I can't believe that I told that saleslady off today. Three weeks ago I would have run away in terror."

"A toast to the new Faxon," and they clinked beer glasses. "Darling, I have a question for you. Would you be willing to get a little more real? I go to Milwaukee next month, and I'd like you to come along. I can take you to Gabrielle's and they can do so much more for you. Melissa could use laser treatments to eliminate your beard, and Simon could style your hair. I know you don't want to go full time as a girl, but they can make some subtle changes to your male persona that would make your female persona much more beautiful.

"Plus you could get more makeup lessons, and waxes and facials. You could spend the day getting pampered while I'm at work. In the evening we could go shopping and dine out. It would be loads of fun. What do you think?"

"I would love to go to America with you. I'm not going to turn down a chance to spend time with you. As far laser treatments and hairstyles, I can't commit. I'll keep an open mind and I'll talk to your friends, but I need to know more before I go ahead with anything."

"That's all I'm asking," Tiffany said. "And just wait and see how good Melissa and Simon are. They've been doing this for a long time and they'll take good care of you, I promise."

After dinner, they went to the office and logged onto the Internet. Faxon pulled up some new sites for shopping and then he switched over to Zurich and showed Tiffany where he would take her dining. They checked out the menus and Tiffany found a couple of items that she would try.

Then it was Tiffany's turn and she took them on a virtual tour through Amsterdam's red light district. They had great fun teasing and joking with each over the sex shops they found. Next, Tiffany took Faxon to Milwaukee. She showed Faxon some of the finer restaurants there, and then she took him to Gabrielle's web site. As Tiffany was showing him their talents and features, she saw the telephone number.

"I'm going to call Melissa and tell her were coming." Tiffany reached in her purse and pulled out her sat-phone. She called Melissa and chatted for almost half an hour. Faxon returned to his screen and moved back to Amsterdam and the shopping. Finally, Tiffany and Melissa concluded their discussion.

"Everything is in place, darling. Melissa says that she can eliminate seventy or eighty percent of your beard in one week. And she has some great ideas for hairstyles. She said that Simon is very good at making dual-gender styles. You brush it one way and it looks like a man's style, and you brush it the other and it looks like a woman's. She says that you will not be disappointed. And she will make appointments at some of her friends' shops for a corset and lingerie and beautiful dresses. It will be loads of fun, Faxon."

Faxon walked over to her desk, and said, "That sounds fun. I'm looking forward to it." He paused and looked at her phone. She had laid it on her desk. "What kind of phone is that? I've never seen anything like it."

She picked it up and handed it to Faxon for his inspection. "That's because you're not supposed to see anything like it. Kristal gave Kimmay, Traci and me each one. They're the most secure phones in the world. Every year I give Jennifer my old phone and she hands me a new one with the latest technology. It's made by the United States NSA and they're top secret."

"Who's Traci?"

"Kimmay's body guard and secretary."

"I thought I was up to date on security items, but you continuously blow me away Tiffany. I'm simply amazed." He handed the phone back to Tiffany and then returned to his desk, slowly shaking his head.

Faxon swiveled around in his chair to face Tiffany. "I presume that with these extraordinary security measures that you do work for the U.S. government?" he asked.

Tiffany remained quiet and looked at Faxon. She was thinking about her answer. "That's not an easy question to answer Faxon. There are some things I can't talk about, but I'll be as honest as I can. Yes, we do some work and provide some … talent to various U.S. agencies. But I do not consider it work for just the U.S. I consider it work for the entire world. Kristal, Kimmay and I have a much broader view than simple nationalistic politics. You'll have to accept that on face value.

"But there is something else involved in the security situation. The three of us have been through a lot together and we are very close. Even if I provided no services at all to the U.S., Kristal would still have the same security setup for Kimmay and me. We are like family and we look out for one another. There is nothing that we wouldn't do for each other. And that includes Jennifer and Traci and Melissa."

Faxon nodded his understanding, and then he changed the subject slightly. "Is there anyone in the world that knows physics like you?"

"Are you interested in science?"

"I'm just wondering … are other people working on the same stuff as you?"

Tiffany smiled, "I hate to brag, but to answer your question I'm going to have to. No one understands what Kimmay and I understand. Yes, there are other governments working on energy chips and trying to duplicate what we can do. But unless they simply get lucky with their reverse engineering, they have no idea what we've done. They can't fathom the physics behind the chips, because they understand so little of it. And Kimmay and I have pushed our fundamental and theoretical knowledge way beyond what we have shared with anyone else.

"Faxon, you can't tell anyone this. Please. I don't want to spend my life surrounded by secret service agents, and that's what would happen if others find out."

"Don't worry, I won't say a word." Faxon looked at her in awe. She was wearing a gorgeous cocktail dress and sexy makeup and she looked so beautiful. He loved her for just being that beautiful girl she was. But she was so much more, so intelligent so international in her affairs so … he couldn't think of the words.

"Can I ask one last question," Faxon requested.

"Maybe."

"When are humans going to jump around the universe the way that Linda did? Is that what you're working on?"

"Yes and no. Yes I am working on it, but if you think I'm working on it for the United States, the answer is no. Kimmay and I are both working on it. But don't hold your breath because the technology is a long way off.

"We know how to move across inter-dimensional borders. But it is so much more difficult than just that. You have to see across the interface, and we don't know how to do that yet. Without that, you're blind when you make your jump. We would have no idea where we were going. For example, just going around the world is extremely difficult.

"Let me explain something. On this side of the globe, at this instant we are spinning a thousand miles an hour in one direction. The other side of the globe is spinning in the exact opposite direction. We have no idea how to move through a portal and shift momentum like that. If I came out in America with no momentum, the earth turning at one thousand miles per hour would rip me apart.

"And the logistics that I mentioned earlier, just a few centimeters off and my feet could materialize in solid rock, or worse. And then there are the environmental problems. When I do materialize, I have to materialize in a pure vacuum. Otherwise we would have two particles of matter occupying the same point in space-time. That wouldn't be good," Tiffany gave Faxon a knowing smile.

"Your right, that wouldn't be good."

"We think that you have to either transport the space away the instant before you arrive, or you have to have a force field to clear the space. Either way, it is way beyond our current technology.

"And then there are simple problems like elevation. Going from here to sea level instantly would cause all kinds of pressure problems. Going the opposite way would be even worse, because it could cause embolisms or the bends. So somehow you have to make those adjustments during your jump. We have no idea how to do that.

"The good news is that we can move things through inter-dimensional portals, we just don't know where they end up and we don't know how to keep them intact and healthy."

Faxon was amazed. She explained it so simply that even he could understand the problems. And the problems were monumental. "Thanks. I won't plan on jumping around the universe any time soon."

"It's getting late, what would like to do?"

They both grinned.

 

On Monday, Faxon was back in his office tending to business when he received a call from his father. His father exchanged a few pleasantries and then got down to business. "I understand that you are in discussions with the Eleven Lights Company. Is that true?"

"How did you know that?" Faxon was still in the early stages of negotiations, and he never sent reports at this stage to his father. 'Tell me when the contract is signed,' he used to say.

"Hey, I still own the company don't I? Aren't I entitled to know what you're doing with all of my money?"

"Sure," Faxon answered. "Yes, we are in early negotiations with The Eleven Lights Corporation."

"Who are you talking with over there?"

"We've met with the principals there."

"Who are they?"

"Kimmay, Tiffany Reimer and Jason Drum."

"Kimmay and Tiffany are two of those women who used to be guys aren't they?"

Faxon rolled his eyes. He was starting to become agitated. He and his dad had never been close, and they rarely saw eye-to-eye on politics and life in general. There was never any doubt that Faxon's older brother Guenther was the favored son. Faxon was merely a caretaker of one of dad's minor holdings. "Yes," he answered

"Freaks," he laughed. "Why are you bothering with these types?"

"Because they are a solid company with a tremendous upside potential. They could make a good client for us." And then he added, "And they are not freaks."

"Yuppie entrepreneurs," he spit out. "Here today and gone tomorrow. Who's their banker?"

"Swiss National."

"They like to work with children. Let them have the newcomers."

"Dad, they've got great potential. They have a product that the world is going to need and they have no competition."

"Don't be too sure of that. They're a one product company, and as soon as someone else starts making their product, they're gone."

"Not likely. This product is almost impossible to reverse engineer. And they do have some other products in the pipe-line."

"Like what?"

"They won't say. It's too secret."

"Baloney. How big are they?"

"Annual sales are pushing one billion euros and their growth is over twenty percent a year. Debt to equity is ridiculously low, less than ten percent. And their stock is running at 30 billion euros. Plus they have the two greatest minds in the world running their R&D. Their future is limitless."

"Penny-ante stuff. We have individuals that make that look like gutter-trash. I'm not sure they're worth our time."

Faxon was mad. This was pure snobbery in his mind. His dad always preferred 'old-money', thinking that he was one of the privileged families in Europe. And obviously he was a homophobe. Faxon didn't get it. "I don't understand, dad. What's the problem? They are growing and they're going to be a solid customer. We are going to make a profit here."

"There's more to life than a profit," he said, and then hung-up.

'Since when, dad?' he thought.

 

That weekend Tiffany came to Zurich. Faxon showed her around town, took her to the club for lunch, and the most elegant restaurants in town for dinner. They went to the theater on Saturday night and he saw her off at the train station late Sunday afternoon.

On Monday he received another call from his father. Pleasantries were forgone, "Faxon, I heard that you spent the weekend with that Tiffany from Eleven Lights?"

Faxon knew immediately that this would be an ugly conversation. "Yes I saw her this weekend."

"Did you sleep with him?"

Faxon was mad. "The proper pronoun is her. And my personal life is none of your business."

"I thought we had discussed this last week."

"I think we did."

"So what we're you doing with her?"

"I was wining and dining a potential client. I asked her for her business and she is going to give it to us. We will sign contracts in a couple of weeks."

"Why bother? They're peanuts. They're losers."

"They have business and personal contacts with governments around the world, including our own. And they are very high contacts dad. They're use to us is potentially enormous."

"How so?"

"They can reach the White House and half a dozen other heads of state."

That caught him by surprise. "I don't like it," he said. "They have no family connections." It was always the same thing with his dad. Snob appeal was all that seemed to matter to him.

"They may be the most powerful new force in economics and industry in over one hundred years. Can you take a chance on that?"

"Or they could dry up and blow away tomorrow. And why are you seeing this Tiffany Reimer. He used to be a guy."

"Good-bye dad," and Faxon hung up. He and his dad had had their share of arguments over the years, but that was the first time that Faxon had hung up on him. It felt good.

 

The following weekend Faxon and Tiffany went to Amsterdam. They checked into a decent but not great hotel near the red light district; they didn't want to have to walk too far in a strange city. Tiffany spent the afternoon setting Faxon's hair. He worked on his nails and then his evening makeup. They dressed in casual skirts and sweaters. They wore their boots and full-length fur coats and started out for an evening en-femme.

They had dinner at a nice restaurant that was listed on the Internet as TG friendly. They were friendly indeed. After dinner they went to a nightclub that featured female impersonators. It turned out to be a late night and they had a fun time.

On Saturday they went shopping in the morning. Faxon bought a couple of dresses that he could wear for shopping and a couple more that he could wear to nice restaurants and clubs. The shopping was a success for Tiffany as well. She found more shoes.

They had another nice dinner that evening and they found a better club than the first night. Faxon had a great weekend. Granted, they were in the protective confines of 'TG friendly' clubs and restaurants, but they had no problems the entire weekend. Not one snide comment or raised eyebrow the entire time. The shopping had been fun, walking around the city in a skirt or dress with the cold wind blowing up his legs was a new and interesting sensation.

He even had one nice incident when a man actually hit on him. Faxon's appearance and mannerisms were getting more refined and polished all the time. He felt more confident and hence more relaxed. It was a great learning experience for him.

 

On Tuesday Faxon received another AV-call. "Hi dad, how have you been?"

"Just fine Faxon. What have you been up to?"

Did he know something? Faxon wasn't sure. "Nothing much dad. What can I do for you?"

"I heard a strange rumor this weekend. Did you send couriers to the United States to pick up valuables for storage?"

"Yes I did." There should have been no surprise there, he thought. The couriers returned to the Zurich high security location and logged in the new items. They were now a mile underground in the corporation's high security facility.

"My source says there are no invoices. Why not?"

So that was the problem. Dad never did anything gratis. "That's correct, there are no invoices. I'm providing the service free."

"When the hell did we become a charity? Faxon this is a business, not a baby sitting service."

"It was a good faith move dad. A negotiation ploy."

"For what? Who?"

"For the Eleven Lights Corporation."

"I thought we had decided to cut them loose, Faxon. What changed?"

"I never agreed to that. I've decided that their business is worth pursuing. Long term, it's the smartest thing our company can possibly do."

"Are you taking drugs now? What in the world are you talking about?"

"If you thought someone could initiate a fundamental change in business around the world, wouldn't you want to be their friend?"

"You're hallucinating Faxon. These people are small potatoes. And they're … diseased, weird, …"

Faxon cut him off, "Shut up! I don't know where the hell you're getting your information, but you are one hundred percent wrong. Wrong, wrong and more wrong!"

"Faxon! Watch your mouth! You're speaking to your father."

"Then act sensible dad. I can't believe that you can't open your eyes and see the potential here."

"What potential, Faxon?"

"Dad, did you even check to see where the couriers went to pick up the items?"

Faxon's dad halted. He realized that he hadn't checked out everything. "Where did they go?"

"The White House in Washington D.C. was just one of their stops. Do you really think these people are small potatoes now?"

 

The following week was their trip to Milwaukee. Faxon packed a small bag in Zurich then went to Davos Monstein to pack a second set of luggage. Tiffany and Faxon flew to New York and then caught a domestic connection to Milwaukee. They arrived Saturday afternoon, local time. Traci Marshall met them at the airport and drove them to their condo. The three of them hauled their luggage up to Tiffany's fifteenth floor condo where Tiffany and Faxon freshened up.

"Are you ready?" Tiffany asked.

Faxon was wearing his best suit. His shoes were spit shined and his face was freshly shaven. Tiffany was wearing a conservative dress with a clever hat. Her makeup was impeccable and she was nervous. She was about to introduce her boy friend to her best friends.

"Where are we going?" Faxon asked.

"All she said was that she was going to treat us to the best food in Milwaukee. Shall we go?"

"I need a kiss for encouragement," Faxon said.

They walked out the door and Tiffany pulled it closed. She checked the door handle to make sure it was indeed locked. "Ok," she said, and she walked across the hall and knocked on the door. Traci answered.

"Hi Tiffany, hi Faxon, come on in. Kimmay is waiting for you." She led them into the living room.

"Tiffany, it's good to see you," Kimmay said as she greeted Tiffany with a hug and kiss.

"Kimmay, I'd like to introduce you to Faxon Wexler. Faxon, this is Kimmay," she said with a wave of her hand a flourish in her voice.

Kimmay offered her hand to Faxon, "It's a pleasure to meet you in person, Faxon. You're taller in real life than you appeared on the video."

"Thank you," was all he could think of to say.

"Tiffany has told me a lot about you, and I look forward to our business relationship."

"So do I Ms. Kimmay," he stuttered.

Kimmay smiled, "Just Kimmay please. And on a personal note, I'm glad to meet Tiffany's personal friend. I hope you enjoy your stay in Milwaukee. I understand that you have a full schedule."

Faxon looked at Tiffany and she gave him a big smile. "We don't have any secrets," she said. "Besides, you're going to be meeting with Kimmay's mother, Melissa."

Before Faxon could respond, Traci walked up with three bottles of Paulaner and three pilsner glasses. They each took a bottle and poured it into their glass.

"Sit," Kimmay motioned towards some chairs. "Tiffany, how are Jason and Howard?"

"Both are just fine. Jason will fly in Sunday night." Tiffany turned to Faxon, "The three of us will have most of our meetings here next week. We'll only be in the office for a couple hours on and off during the week."

Faxon nodded his understanding. He was still in awe of meeting Kimmay.

"How's your mom?" Tiffany asked.

"She's doing great. She's really starting to show now," and she gave Faxon a wink. "She's about six months pregnant. She and Stefanie are starting to get excited. You'll meet them in a bit."

"Where are we meeting them?" Tiffany asked.

"At mom's. She and Stefanie are cooking dinner tonight."

"We're going to your mother's?" Faxon asked with a squeak in his voice.

"Sure. You might as well meet her tonight. I understand that you will be spending a lot of time with her next week."

Faxon looked at Tiffany with just a bit of fear in his eyes. Tiffany winked at him and blew him an air kiss. Kimmay noticed the kiss.

"Will you two be able to keep your hands off each other tonight?"

"I can't make any promises," Tiffany said.

Kimmay laughed and Faxon finally grinned. Kimmay turned to Faxon, "Is this your first trip to the U.S.?"

"No, I went to school here."

"Really? Where?"

"Madison."

"No kidding," Kimmay said. "That's great! When did you graduate?"

"In thirty-one."

"That was long after I left. What was your major?"

"International business."

"That's good. Where did you stay while you were there? Dorms or off-campus?"

"I had an apartment on Langdon, down by the fraternities."

"Were you one of those party boys my mom always worried about?"

"I must confess that I did go to one or two frat parties."

"Animal! Did you ever go to the Babcock Dairy and get their ice cream?"

"All the time. It was the best ice cream that I've ever had."

The two of them started talking and reminiscing and Tiffany just leaned back and listened. She could see Faxon beginning to relax and she was relieved. She knew that he was in awe of Kimmay, and this conversation was helping to break the ice. After a few minutes, Kimmay brought the discussion to an end.

"We need to get going. Mom hates to have us late when she's cooking. Bottoms up," and while Tiffany and Faxon drained their glasses, she set her full glass on the table next to her. Kimmay was not a drinker, but she always took a glass to make her guests feel more comfortable.

They piled into Kimmay's Mercedes, and Traci drove them to Melissa's. Melissa met them at the back door with a hug for everyone, including Faxon. She quickly ushered them into the dining room where she introduced them to Stefanie. Faxon was very surprised by Melissa and Stefanie's age. They seemed to be ten years younger than he was. How could Melissa be Kimmay's mother? And what was she doing pregnant? And how did Stefanie fit into this? He bit his tongue and couldn't wait to get Tiffany back to the privacy of her condo.

Stefanie helped Melissa serve the dinner and she ran back and forth to the kitchen innumerable times to deliver drinks or food. Melissa carried the conversation, covering personal items, travel and recent events and she updated everyone on Valerie's life. She refused to allow business talk. After handling most of Kimmay's and Tiffany's recent life story, she turned to Faxon.

"So, you have your first appointment Monday morning, right?"

"Yes."

"I like you hair, Faxon. You've done a nice job taking care of it. Simon and I'll be able to offer you some nice options. It's already longer than Stefanie's the first time I styled her hair. In fact, would you like to see her first pictures? They might give you some ideas. Stefie would you go get your album, please?"

A hint of light was starting to shine in on Faxon. Was Stefanie not what she appeared? She was very cute and looked like a girl; a real girl. She hadn't done or said one thing that would have made Faxon think otherwise. This was getting very intriguing.

Stefanie returned and handed the album to Faxon. "The first couple of pictures are from the first time Stefanie dressed. I talked her into trading prom clothes with me. I wore her tux and she wore my prom dress. Look at her hair and see what I did with it. Her hair was shorter than yours, so you can imagine the additional options that I can give you."

Tiffany slid over close to Faxon to look at the pictures. She had never seen the pictures before either. Faxon was mesmerized. There was an even younger Melissa with a young boy barely out of high school. Next to those were pictures of the boy wearing a prom dress and makeup with his hair curled. He looked cute, but boyish. Faxon flipped through more pages and watched Stefanie change with the passing time. She became prettier and more passable from page to page. Her hair grew out and became curlier, the color changed, and her makeup changed. She morphed into a totally convincing girl.

Faxon didn't know what to say. "You've made tremendous progress, Stefanie." Tiffany said. "You were cute in those early pictures, but you're so much more sophisticated now."

"Thank you," Stefanie said. "We can thank the first floor for all of that. I had very little to do with it." The first floor referred to the salon and Melissa, Simon, George, Valerie and the others. Faxon caught the connection.

"They helped," Melissa said. "But you are the one that made yourself beautiful." She returned her attention to Faxon, "So did you get any ideas?"

"Maybe, what exactly did you have in mind for the week?"

"I'll give you a laser treatment on your beard every day. I'll try and stretch it a longer than normal, since you only have a week with us. But I can't stretch a session too long because the laser does cause irritation. We'll get eighty or ninety percent of your hairs, and then the next time that you come to town I'll finish you up. I'll wax your legs and chest on Monday. We'll consult with Simon and George and we'll give you some options on your hair. Susan will give you a manicure and pedicure. Monday we will have you most of the day. The rest of the week will take two to three hours each morning as we perform your laser treatments. And I'll give you a makeover and lesson each day."

"It's going to be a busy week," Faxon agreed.

"Don't worry," Tiffany said. "You're going to have loads of fun. We'll go shopping in the afternoon and out to dinner in the evening. Plus, Valerie has gotten us tickets to a couple of events at the Civic Center this week. We'll be in the manager's loge. The time will fly by."

"Wow," Faxon said. "You did all of this too?" he asked Stefanie.

"Yes, and trust me, you're going to love it all. I know I did. In fact I still do."

 

The next day was Sunday. Kimmay worked most of the day, so Traci drove Tiffany and Faxon around town and showed them the sights. They met up with Kimmay at six for a cocktail, and then Kimmay took them to dinner downtown. They returned to their condominium by nine. With the time zone change, Tiffany and Faxon were very tired. They changed into their negligees and went straight to bed.

Monday morning they had breakfast and Faxon changed into a skirt and blouse. Traci drove him over to Gabrielle's and dropped him off. Back at the condo, Tiffany, Jason and Kimmay began the first of their day-long meetings.

Monday was a special day for Faxon. Melissa met him in Gabrielle's and handed him a mug of coffee. She took him around the entire salon and introduced him to everyone and laid out the schedule for him. Valerie took him back to Gabrielle's and waxed his entire body. They talked about Tiffany and Kimmay and Melissa and Valerie's husband Gary. It took hours for the waxing and it was the most interesting two hours he had ever had. Valerie explained why her mom appeared so young. She told him about Kimmay's return from her fifteen years with Linda and the horrible nightmares that Kimmay had suffered through. She talked about lying in bed with Kimmay, holding her and listening to her sobbing and feeling totally helpless. She talked about the horror of learning that Kimmay was wanted for murder and then later seeing her mother lying on the salon floor with two bullet holes draining the blood out of her. They even talked about Tiffany's château in the Alps and her trip there through the portal with Linda. Faxon was totally fascinated with all of the stories.

When Valerie was finished, she took Faxon to the front salon and handed him over to Simon. Simon was an interesting character also. He had the most contagious laugh Faxon had ever heard. He and George continually sniped at each other and traded practical jokes with Jimmy. They obviously had fun with their work, but they were extremely competent. Melissa, George and Simon gave Faxon dozens and dozens of options for his hair. After countless pictures and videos Faxon narrowed his choices down to his final decision. George was going to color his hair to give it more saturation and he added a few highlights. Faxon was going to be a dark brunette, much as he already was, but the color saturation would be much better. The highlights would then fill in his curls. Simon was going to give Faxon a permanent. He would keep his hair the same length, but the tight curls would cover Faxon's head and make his hair look shorter.

Simon told Faxon that on male days, he would have to wash his hair, and then comb it back while it was wet. "Then saturate it with unscented hairspray. That will force it to dry flatter and back away from your face. After your hair dries, you can leave your hair flat and wavy, or you can take your fingers and fluff the hair, breaking the spray's hold. Your hair will be curly, but the style will look masculine."

"For girl days, wash your hair and shake it dry. Don't use a hair dryer unless you have no choice. The curls will be much fuller and curlier, plus your hair will flow forward over your forehead and around your face. It will look very feminine and no one will be able to tell the difference either way."

Faxon experienced an enjoyable three hours under the men's care. During that time, Susan also gave Faxon a pedicure and a manicure. When Simon had about an hour left, Melissa showed up with a bowl of blue goo. "This is a dye that is absorbed into your hair follicles and it enhances the laser's efficiency at killing the follicles. I'll paint your full face so the other customers will just think you are getting a facial."

"That's ok," Faxon said. "If you want to just paint my beard I really don't care."

"Thanks, but I can't. If we were back in Gabrielle's I would do that. But while were in 'Lissa's I need to keep the female customers comfortable." So for an hour Faxon looked like one of those old Smerf cartoons.

When Simon finished the perm, he styled Faxon's hair in a female style. Faxon was very happy with the results and complimented Simon. "I know, I hear it all the time," Simon said shamelessly. "I'm good. What can I say?" Faxon laughed and followed Susan to the laser room.

Since Rose's retirement, Susan handled the laser hair removal. Susan spent almost ninety minutes working on removing Faxon's beard. "We can't go much longer than ninety minutes," she explained. "The tissue around the follicles becomes inflamed and irritated if we shoot them with too much energy."

Susan then took Faxon back to Gabrielle's where Melissa joined him. "Let's talk cosmetics and makeup," she said. "Tiffany told me what you have been doing and she said you were getting very good. Today, I begin teaching you how to be better than good."

It was very late in the afternoon by the time Faxon was declared completed for day one. He paged through a magazine and waited for Tiffany. Tiffany and Traci picked him up a short time later. "You look really nice," Tiffany said. "I told you they were the best here."

"And I believe you," Faxon said. "Now what?"

"Now we go to Classic Curves and get you a real corset. Mrs. Watson also has some great padded undies and girdles. She will make you curvaceous beyond your wildest dreams. That red dress you like so much, wait until you get into that with your new curves!"

Faxon bought several shaping foundations at Classic Curves, and he also found a two-piece bikini. "You can start tanning tomorrow," Tiffany told him. Tiffany convinced him to buy three of everything.

"Why three?"

"You can leave one here and take the others home. You won't have to carry a complete wardrobe when we travel around the world." Faxon liked that idea.

When the day's beauty and shopping duties were completed, they returned to Tiffany's condominium. They both slipped into pretty dresses and met Kimmay, Traci and Jason for dinner. Monday evening was a short respite from meetings. After dinner, Tiffany offered her apologies and while Faxon watched movies on television, the others returned to their fifteenth floor conference room. Tiffany didn't return to Faxon until midnight.

The rest of the week began with morning salon treatments for Faxon. He returned to the condo to meet Tiffany for lunch. Traci took him shopping in the afternoon or he caught a nap while Tiffany attended to her meetings. Tiffany and Faxon dressed and went to dinner every night, and they caught three concerts at the Civic Center. Valerie arranged for seats in the manager's loge and Faxon and Valerie became good friends. After the concerts, Faxon went to bed and Tiffany returned to her meetings.

Faxon was disappointed that he wasn't sleeping with Tiffany more. Sex was catch-as-catch can. Tiffany apologized, but she still attended her meetings. While Faxon was disappointed, he was also impressed. He had never seen a group of executives so devoted to their business. They put in more time than Faxon thought possible. "How much can you discuss?" Faxon asked. "Don't you run out of topics or micromanage them into oblivion?"

"Kimmay is driven," Tiffany said. "And she drives us. We cover everything from basic research and development, through every facet of business. Kimmay and I sometimes spend an entire day working through fundamental physics theories. We're pushing science farther and faster than anybody can possibly imagine. And when we're satisfied with the theory, we work with Dr. Stevens and look for ways to make the theory reality."

"What types of things are you doing?" Faxon asked.

"I wish I could tell you. Some of it is so amazing, so unique that you would actually think it is magic. Sometimes I think it's magic," Tiffany said with a smile.

"What are you going to do with this technology?"

"We will slowly bring it to the public. It will be commercialized and used to advance society."

Faxon laughed, "That's what everyone says. Innovation doesn't always mean a better society," Faxon said with a bit of realism in his voice.

"That's not the way we work, Faxon. The romantic, but still true, reply is that we take our profits and use them to help mankind. We actually do that. We donate tons of money to our Eleven Lights Foundation. The goal of the Foundation is expose the lies and deceit of governments and institutions. We not only keep the press free, but we push for honesty and transparency in all public institutions.

"But that description is misleading, because we will not take things to market just for profit. We have a mission, and the mission has nothing to do money. Our work is focused on achieving that mission. Money and profits are a bonus. We merely use that money to help us move to the next phase of our mission. We are planning years and decades in advance. Our daughters will carry on after us."

"What's this mission?"

"We are going to help humanity fulfill a Prophecy."

"What Prophecy?"

"The Eleventh."

Faxon was stumped and mildly frustrated, "What is the Prophecy?"

"I've already told you too much, darling. I know you think I'm feeding you a crock. But you already know more than you should know. Most of what we need to accomplish requires anonymity and subterfuge. We can't even share our intentions or ultimate purpose."

"Are you planning on taking over the world?"

"No Faxon my love. We intend to do just the opposite. We are going to free humanity so that our progeny can share the stars."

 

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