You Can Run, But Can You Hide?

by Tanya Lynn

 

It was one of those things- you know, when you are kind of outside yourself and see that you are a little hysterical, but cant do anything about it? I was standing there, a 21-year-old man in a dress, who looked 13 at best, pointing a gun at a transsexual and her DIA agent husband. Happens every day, don't you know. The agent said, "why don't you put the gun down before you accidentally shoot someone, especially yourself? I think you can guess by now you won't need it. We're not the ones you need to worry about". I put the gun on the table until I got it under control. I finally did, and asked Tanya, "are you really a transsexual? And if so, is this guy your husband"? She said, "yes, we started out as partners. By the way, this is Mark Austin. We were best of friends, and when I finally came out of the closet, he supported me, and eventually fell in love with me. We got married as soon as I had the operation. Rather than throwing us out, the DIA saw all kinds of potential for us as agents and has used us anytime a married couple is needed. Now, we have a unique situation". I said, "you mean me, right? What do you want with me"? She said, "of all of the people that have been considered for the witness protection, you are unique. You already have another identity that your work knows nothing about. You could be protected in ways that no one else could". I started to see where this was going and said, "now wait a minute- you want me to live as a girl? I can't deny that I have wondered about it, but come on- I am a man. This is ridiculous. It would never work". Tanya said, "but it could! You would live with us as our daughter. There is technology to make you appear even more like a girl without it being permanent. And, they would never think to look for you in Junior high". I said "what! Are you nuts? I would never go back to school again. And as a girl? This is too crazy for words. I know I need help, but you need to come up with a better plan than that". They both looked at each other, and Mark said, "you could do better than you think, you know. No one would look at you right now and guess you're a boy. If we added a little make up, and some training, they'd never guess". I told them, "I need to think about it for a while. I'll let you know. Now let's eat". There was enough for all three of us, and I found I was very comfortable with them- I even forgot that I wasn't 13 and a girl for a while. As they left, Mark handed me a pager and said, "this works like a pager, but it also has a panic button on it. If you hit it, we'll come running". We said goodbye, and they left.

Now, I had a problem. I was all dressed up and had the day to kill. I had it in my head what they said about how I could pass. My one problem could be my voice. But, my voice was kind of high pitched anyway, so I thought I could pitch it a little higher and pass. I practiced for a while, until it sounded fairly good. I picked up a purse I had gotten for this day and called the doorman and told him I had a cousin visiting in case he saw me. I slipped out the back door so he wouldn't see me. I was sure everyone was staring at me as I walked up the street, to where I could catch a cab, but realized they were looking at a pretty girl. I caught a cab and tried my voice on him as I had him take me to an automatic teller and then a mall. I finally got to shop in a regular store and made the most of it. I got some new underwear, a dress, and a couple of blouses and skirts. I picked up a couple of new pairs of tights. I walked past the ice skating rink and looked at the skirted tights and wished I could wear them. I knew my penis would show if I tried, but I bought one to wear at home anyway. I then went to the theatre to see what was playing. I saw a movie I wanted to see and got in line. Fortunately I realized it was R-rated before I got to the window. My ID sure wouldn't do me any good here. Instead, I chose the newest teen chick flick and decided to check it out. I was surprised- I liked it. I guess there was more of Dawn in me than I thought. Could the idea that Mark and Tanya had actually work? Nah, it was too crazy.

I went home, hoping that the doorman wouldn't recognize me. I know it was kind of late by then, but I still wondered why he wasn't at his desk. I used my key to get in and got on the elevator. I went to my door and suddenly saw that the door wasn't closed all of the way. Damn- I wish I had a gun, but one wouldn't have fit into my purse. I thought of the panic button, but decided to check it out first. I went to the door on the floor, and suddenly realized how short my dress was. I slid the door open a little more and saw where the doorman was- laying on my carpet dead. I heard two voices inside. One said, "that idiot doorman said that he should be here with his niece. Where the hell are they"? Then I heard a muffled voice from the bedroom call him, saying, "I've found another door hidden back here- come check it out". I heard the other man go in there and chanced a dash into the dining room for the pistol under the table. They must have heard me, because they came out and saw me with the pistol aimed at them. One said, "c'mon little girl, give the gun to me before you hurt yourself". The other attempted a quick draw, thinking I was distracted. I shot him, but the other one jumped me before I could pull the gun around. He hit me and knocked me down and tried to leap on me while I was down. I rolled out of the way, and was on my feet when he tried to get up. I stomped at the first thing I could reach. I felt something go soft in his throat as he had turned over. As he choked, I tried to do something, but he died. I pushed the panic button as the adrenaline left me and I collapsed on my couch.

In seconds, I heard a key in the door. Of course, they would have a key. Mark and Tanya crashed in with guns drawn and he said, "are you alright? Where are they"? I said, "that's them, bleeding on my carpet". I was in shock and they knew it. I wasn't reacting as a 21-year-old man, but as a 13-year-old girl and didn't even realize it. Tanya came and held me and I burst into tears. I said, "I never imagined killing someone, even in self-defense, would be like that. Please, take me and protect me". Mark picked me up like a child and told Tanya to pack all of my girl stuff into my suitcases. I told him "wait, I need to download my files to a remote location and then wipe the computers. The government will want that stuff". I did so with him standing guard over me. I felt safe all of a sudden and was glad I had made this decision. I quickly grabbed my laptop that had all the codes I needed and started a worm through my whole computer system, which would wipe out all of my hardware here at home. It would also sent it to work and destroy my files there, and botch up their computers for weeks, at least. I could get into them, but they were gonna be useless to anyone else. We all then grabbed suitcases and ran to the elevator. As we got there, the doors opened and there were two more men inside. Tanya coolly shot them as they tried to draw weapons. I realized I was safer than I had dreamed with these two.

Instead of going to the lobby, we went down two floors and got off. We went to an apartment and they opened the door and immediately deactivated an alarm system. Mark said, "if you need to lie down, there is a spare bedroom. You may want to change into something more comfortable, though. I took a suitcase in with me and found a pair of shorts, a pull over blouse, and a pair of pink sneakers, and put them on. I also saw a purse and opened it. Inside was an ID card with the name Dawn Marie Austin on it with a picture they had to have taken with a hidden camera. There were also credit cards with my name on it. Tanya had walked in behind me and said, "you can access your secret accounts with these within reason. Just don't go crazy". I said, "what happens next"? She said, "now we take you to a secret facility in Virginia and help you get used to your new identity. Then, we get placed in any one of a number of towns made up of mostly protected witnesses. Mark will become a cop, probably, and I will teach at the school you go to". I said, "I'm still not sure about this school thing. I have a doctorate for Christ's sake". She said, "then you won't have any problems- you can concentrate on learning to be a girl". That part was what interested me. Just then, Mark came in and said, "a cleanup team is taking care of the bodies. They will bring your stuff from your girl's room for the new house, since it's what you like. A helicopter will be on the roof in two minutes to take us to the airport". There was a knock on the front door and after checking a monitor, Mark let in two very mean looking men with even meaner looking guns. One said, "we're ready". They escorted us to the elevator, and we rode to the roof. One of them looked at me and said, "whoever you are, you've got our respect. You took out two very bad dudes up there. Don't feel bad- the world's a better place without them". This actually made me feel better, so I thanked them and continued to hold Tanya's hand.

We got into the helicopter and headed out. I had never been in one before, so it was a thrill. Then, I saw our escort- another helicopter bristling with weapons. I must be more important than even I dreamed. We landed by a Lear jet, and I thanked our bodyguards with a quick hug. They blushed, but didn't seem to mind. We took off and I finally had a chance to rest for a moment. I must have fallen asleep, because the next thing I knew, we were landing. I had fallen asleep with my head on Tanya's shoulder, and I said, "somehow, I think calling you guys mom and dad won't be hard". They exchanged a smile at this.

I realized that we had landed on a private runway in a valley surrounded by mountains. We went to a small building, and Mark used a palm print reader to open a hidden door. We stepped into an elevator and went down a ways. It opened into a corridor and we went to an unmarked door. Mark knocked and a young woman answered. She said, "the director is expecting you", and lead us through her office to another door. She opened it to where a woman in her mid-50s stood waiting. She came up to me and said, "you are a very brave young lady and I just wanted to meet you. We will do everything we must to protect you. You are lucky to have Mark and Tanya, who are two of the best, and understand your unique situation". I said, "thank you Ma'am, and it's a pleasure to meet you as well. I can get you whatever you want about the bank when you want it". She said, "time enough later for that. For now, lets get you ready. First to the clinic for some tests". We went out and got on the elevator again. This time the door opened on what looked like the receptionist station for a regular clinic. Mark said, "this is kind of an underground city here, with all of the employees, so we try to keep it looking as normal as possible". A nurse came out and said, "hi Dawn, we've been expecting you. First we need to draw some blood". I said, "do you have to- I really hate needles"! She said, "it will be over in a minute". It was, but I felt faint. She gave me something to drink, and then checked my vitals. She said, "I will be back in a few minutes to do a more full exam. Why don't you relax". I sat in the chair and picked up a magazine, but realized I was getting sleepy. What was going on! Had they drugged me? I tried to get up and go for help, but collapsed back in the chair and it all went black.

When I woke up, I was laying in bed with a nightgown on. It was either almost dark, or almost daylight out. I felt really funny, too. I felt a weight on my chest and wondered why I had a bra and breastforms on. Then I looked and realized they were real! I had a real pair of a-cup breasts from the look of them. I got out of bed slowly and realized it was the bed from my old room. I went to the mirror and saw that I looked totally like a 13-year-old girl now. It was then that I realized how the panties fit now. I was afraid to look, but had to. I had a vagina! Not one of those ones you see on the web that you strap on, but it was real! I took it really well- I screamed and fainted dead away.

 

To be continued

  

  

  

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