Well, here's something I've always wanted to try. I kind of like the in hiding idea of a character, but thought I would do it with a bit of a difference. Here goes. Let me know what you think. Email me if you wish at tanyalynn1958@yahoo.com

 

You Can Run, But Can You Hide?

by Tanya Lynn

 

I couldn't believe it. I just stared at the man who showed me his id and said, "I'm with the DIA. If you want to live, you will listen carefully to all that I say and do what I tell you". How does this happen? Here I was, a 21 year old computer geek, whose biggest problem was convincing people I was old enough to drive, much less drink. I was already the top guy for the Bank of the World, you know, the one in the news lately. The one they have been saying did all of the money laundering for terrorists and drug dealers. Hey, I sat in an office with a line to all of the computers they used, and monitored everything. I knew next to nothing about finances, except that I got paid a bundle to keep it all running and not ask questions. I had a penthouse condo and a brand new Porsche in the parking garage. Never mind the money I had stashed away from the Feds (or so I thought). Now, I've got this asshole sitting here telling me I was in trouble. I said, "and who the hell do you think you are? I've done nothing wrong. Go take a flying leap". He said, "one, you should have hid your offshore accounts better. Two, you must know what kind of scumbags you work for. Three, if they even find out we're having this conversation, they may decide to kill you just in case. They're about to go down. I'm the good guy here- I'm about to do you a huge favor and give you a way out". I must have looked pale, because he went to my kitchen and got me some water. He said, "and don't think that we don't know about your little secret. Not only did we toss your apartment; we found your stash. We knew what to look for when we monitored your computer use. You're good, but you got too cocky and sloppy. We've already taken that into consideration. It's Friday night- you have the weekend to make up your mind. Don't try to run- there is no where to go". He then left me to ponder my fate.

I guess I should do some explaining here. My name is Don Parker. From my youngest years, it became obvious that I was a genius. From the time I could remember, I was working on reading. As soon as my parents got one, I was on the computer. Then, my dad died in an accident at work. We got a huge settlement that mom, who was into the stock market parlayed into a healthy bundle. And I discovered that I loved her clothes, especially wearing them. I think she knew, but never exposed me. Then, when I was 16, she was killed in a car crash. I was already in my second year of college at the time, doing two years at a time. My inheritance gave me enough to get a lawyer to help me get emancipated and live on my own. I took most of her clothes with me. At the time, I hadn't discovered Internet shopping yet, and I was afraid to shop for myself, because I looked like I was 12 when I was 18. It gave me all kinds of problems with living on my own as well. For the last two years, I had wanted to go out dressed, but I knew I couldn't, because of my appearance. I had finally decided to go for the age I looked and that appearance, and started shopping in junior's stores online. When I bought my condo and had it renovated, I made a hidden closet with the girl's clothes. I didn't even want my maid to know. Now, apparently these bastards had found me out. I went into my bedroom and hit the hidden switch and a door popped open from the wall. On the other side was a closet, and another, smaller bedroom. It was obviously the room of a teenage girl. I almost felt like I lived as two people. Her name was Dawn. I had been working on the kind of light makeup a 13-year-old would wear and had been ready to go out. Now, I was too afraid again. Enough had been disturbed to let me know for sure that they had been here. I knew this was deliberate- if they had wanted to, they would have left no trace.

Right now, I felt like just curling up in a ball, so I stripped and went to the dresser and pulled out some panties and a bra. I laid them out on the bed, along with a uniform skirt and blouse I had gotten from JC Penney's. I always felt comfortable in that for some reason. I went and ran a bath, and shaved the little hair showing as I soaked. I got out and sprinkled myself with baby powder and pulled on the panties. It always felt good to do this. I then put on the bra and inserted the a-cup breast forms in. I then put on some dark tights, and then the blouse and skirt. I brushed my hair, which I had always kept long anyway, into a girl's style. Even without the makeup, you had to really look to see I was a guy.

I went to the desk and started writing out all of the plusses and minuses of the offer. I decided to make a list of demands. I was to keep my money, and live in a situation where I could dress when I wanted to. They had to absolutely guarantee my safety. Considering who I worked for, I wanted to see how they thought they would do that. A new identity didn't seem like enough, given the circumstances. I turned on the computer and logged on as Dawn. I had given up trying to convince people that I was a 21-year-old cross dresser, so now I pretended to be 13. My pic on my profile attracted some freaks, though. I usually ignored them, although I had reported a few of the worst. I hoped to find one of a couple of girls I knew, but didn't know how they could help- why involve them in this mess? Then, a relatively new friend came online. She was a 35-year-old who never tried to mess with me- just a fellow cross-dresser. She even believed me that I was 21, and sympathized. We had even talked of meeting, since she lived here in New York as well. It hit me- maybe I could talk to her! I decided to take a chance and invited her over. This isn't as bad as it sounds- I forgot to mention earlier that I had decided to learn to defend myself when I started to live on my own. I was a black belt in karate and a crack shot with both of the 9MMs I kept in the house. I had never fired at anyone yet with them, but I also excelled at the bank's company paint ball tournaments, rarely losing. I figured that if someone tried to take advantage of me, it was their funeral. I invited her to come over for brunch the next day. I loved to cook, and promised a feast. I logged off and went into the kitchen and made dinner. I sat and read some of the new James Rollins thriller while I ate. Reading was my other passion, especially mysteries and thrillers. I saw there was nothing on TV, so I read until I got sleepy, and then changed into some short pjs and went to bed in Dawn's room.

I awoke feeling better somehow the next day and threw on some sweats over a sports bra and panties, and cleaned house. I was cooking brunch as I did it, and had everything ready to go when I saw I had to jump in the tub. I put on my nicest underwear, knowing I would feel better even if she couldn't see it, and then a light blue dress with white tights. I had a pair of low heels I had been practicing in and put them on. I was also being cautious- I took one of my guns and put it under the table in a holster I had taped there. At 1045, right on time, the doorman downstairs called u and announced that there was a lady here to see me. I told him to let her up, and waited for the bell. When it rang, I went to the door and looked through the peephole. I saw a woman standing there, as I expected, and opened the door. She was beautiful! I thought I must look like an ugly boy next to her, but she stuck out her hand and said, "hi, I'm Tanya. Its wonderful to finally meet you".

I led her into the living room, which had touches of both sides of me and asked if she would like a drink. She said, "coffee if you have it". I got her a cup and then sat down on the couch next to her. She said, "you look wonderful, although you need to learn some things like how to sit". I told her, "what I know, I got from stories on places like Storysite and Fictionmania. I also try to watch girls, but in this day and age, people think I'm a freak if they catch me". She said, "I would love to teach you. But first, there is something I need to tell you. I am not a cross dresser, I am a transsexual. In fact, I am married to a wonderful man whom you have already met. In fact, he wants to see you again as well, this time dressed". I had a really bad feeling all of a sudden and casually got up and walked over to the table and said, "I'd better check the food". She also got up, but headed in the direction of the door. I pulled the gun out from the table and said, "I think you should just stop right there while we think this through. If I am wrong, I will apologize, but I want to search you first. She said, "go ahead and pull the trigger. Nothing will happen". I had a bad feeling about it and knew she was right. There was nothing when I pulled it. She said, "when we went through your apartment yesterday, we removed the firing pin from your guns. You could try your martial arts knowledge on me, but it would be a toss up as to whose better". She tossed something to me and it turned out to be the firing pin. She said, "you can put that in while I let my husband in. I think you'll see that you don't need it".

I quickly replaced the pin and jacked a round into the chamber. I heard her open the door and someone come in. I got behind a wall with the gun ready. I heard them sit down on the couch and spun around low with my gun pointed at them and saw Tanya sitting on the couch with someone who looked all too familiar to me- the agent from yesterday. And, from the way they looked, they weren't faking being in love. I caught a glimpse of myself in the hall mirror, looking like a 13-year-old girl and holding the gun, and realized how I looked. All I could think to say was, "I hope I have enough food for three", and despite myself, burst out laughing.

 

To be continued

  

  

  

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