I have decided to add a bit of a spiritual side to this story with the Metropolitan Community Church. I am just starting to get acquainted with it as I explore my own Ts status and deal with my Christianity, so I will incorporate into the story. Any readers who are regular attendees of a MCC church that have some suggestions as the story goes along are welcome to email me at tanyalynn1958@yahoo.com.

 

You Can Run, But Can You Hide?

by Tanya Lynn

 

I woke up to find Mark and Tanya standing over me. I was back in bed. Tanya said, "we found you lying on the floor after hearing you scream. I didn't know how little you would remember of the actual training you were given for this. We had to black out any memories of the secret lab, after your training was complete, but save the sub-conscious training. Obviously, the blacking out part worked. We'll have to see how well the training survived". I said, "how could you do this to me without my consent? I'm a girl now. I didn't want it to go all the way". She said, "it doesn't have to be permanent. You're being dosed with experimental temporary hormones. If needed, they can be reversed. Your penis is still there. You have been provided with a cosmetic vagina around it. Look at the bright side. Now you can wear that ice skating outfit you bought for real. The breasts are partly cosmetic, and partly hormones. As they grow, if you keep them that long, we can remove the cosmetic part to facilitate growth". I said, "what do you mean? I'm a man. I don't care if you've turned me into a 13-year-old girl. I know I'll want to go back. As soon as this is over, I will never even dress up again, so you can get the idea of having a permanent daughter out of your head". She just smiled, and said, "we have heard that before, and sometimes it's true. But, most of the time, the person decides to stay. We have ways to make you fully female when and if you choose". I said, "so the rumors on the web are true! I have heard our government had the technology, but isn't giving it out. Think how many TS girls you could help really live out their dream". She said, "don't you think I know that? It was done for me. Someday we hope for you to have a real sister or brother. We are working on that, now that we are going to be settled for a while. Now why don't you get up and get dressed, and then we will show you your new home and then the town". They left me alone.

I got out of bed and went to the dresser to get some underwear. There were the few bras and panties I had had at my place, and more that someone had bought me. I didn't get the same thrill that I used to get at pulling on my panties. I must have gotten used to it during the "training" they had talked about. As I put on the bra, I noticed I was a 32A. I obviously had had a lot of practice during the training, because I had no problem getting it on. I went to the closet and found all of the clothes from my apartment, plus a lot more. I picked out a blouse, and then debated between a skirt or pants. It seemed a little chilly, so I went to the dresser and pulled on some jeans. I could see the hormones were working from the way they fit. I brushed my hair at my vanity and put on a little light make-up- it was automatic- more of the training, I suppose. I then went to my window and looked out. It looked as if we lived on the edge of a small town. I could see mountains at the edge, and it was very green. Colorado? Oregon? I would have to wait and find out. I did find one other surprise. It was one of my guns, in a drawer of the desk with a computer on it. There was also a 38 caliber 2 shot derringer that would fit in a purse. I put it in the purse after checking it and finding a student ID and the credit cards they had said would access my account. I opened the door and went to check out the house.

I found an open, breezy hall that led to an open staircase going downstairs. I checked some of the doors and found what must have been a guestroom, a library that had most of my books and some of what were obviously theirs, and their bedroom. At the bottom of the stairs, I found an entrance hall with a living room that had been turned into a home office on one side and the dining room on the other. I went through the dining room and found a kitchen that opened into a breakfast room and then a huge den. Tanya was in the kitchen making breakfast, while Mark was in the den reading the paper. I looked at it and saw it was the Eugene Register-Guard. I looked at him and he said "Eugene, OR. We are in Lane County, in a small town called Jasper. It is buried in the mountains east of Eugene. You are safe here, but since you have demonstrated your ability to take care of yourself, we have allowed you a gun. But, remember, you are now a 13-year-old girl. You mustn't show it except in the direst of circumstances. It is the end of summer, a week before school starts. We have that long to get you acclimated to the town ". I said, "but what about my identity? Won't people be suspicious? All the training in the world won't allow for the occasional mistake". He said, "we have that covered. This whole town is designed for hiding people. People in hiding, or their families take most of the jobs. The others are DIA agents. This has been set up for a long time". I asked, "are there any other girls like me"? He said, a few, and a few boys that were girls as well. Where we have found a similar situation to yours in seeking to hide someone, we always use it, with very few complaints. In fact, there is a boy here right now that could donate her reproductive organs to you if you both decide to stay as you are". I said, "you better find her someone else- there is no chance of that. I want to be a man again when this is over".

We sat down and ate breakfast. I found myself automatically eating like a girl. The training, even if I couldn't remember it, was very good, and thorough. It seemed natural to help Tanya clean up. I realized I needed to pee, and went to the bathroom. I didn't even have to think about sitting down, or wiping myself after. Maybe there was a good side to all of that training after all. When I came out of the bathroom, they were waiting. I said, "where are we going, Mom?", and then realized I had called her mom. More of the training, I assumed. She smiled and said, "we were wondering if you would remember that part of it. I'm glad you can call me mom naturally. It helps with the cover. As far as anyone else is concerned, we are a family in hiding. The only thing that anyone else will know about you is Dr. Tomlin, and the other kids who had changed sexes. Also, the minister of the Church we will be attending. She runs a group for you kids to help deal with your issues". I said, "a church? I thought all churches thought we were freaks. How will they treat us there"? she said, "haven't you ever heard of the Metropolitan Community Church? They are very open to us, and in a town like this, it is one of the biggest. We will be going there tomorrow, for service, and you have a meeting with the Pastor on Monday". I had always been indifferent to spiritual matters, but now sensed that I would definitely use the help. I said, "ok, I am willing to give it a try". She said, "now, let's go explore the town".

We went outside and found it was a nice day, but a bit nippy. Dad (I was thinking of Mark as Dad as well!) had pulled a mini-van out of the garage and we got in. I looked in the garage and saw a Camaro as well, but no sign of my Porsche. I asked, "where is my car? Don't tell me you left it in New York City". Dad said, of course not, but you certainly can't drive it right now. you need to grow up for three years". I said, "how is that going to happen when I am already 21? I may look like 13, but how am I supposed to grow in appearance"? mom said, "that is one of the side benefits of the special hormones you have been given. They are what help make you look 13, and they will age you as time goes on as well". I said, "but I don't want to stay this way for three years! Don't tell me that it's going to take that long"! they both just smiled and mom said, "whatever you say, honey".

We drove into the town. It was a very pretty place that I loved instantly. There were a lot of shops and one that I noticed right away- a huge bookstore of both new and used books. I knew right away that I would love that. There were also a variety or cafes. It looked like a tourist type place, but Mom said, "it isn't a tourist place- outsiders aren't run off, but they aren't sought after either. We have people scattered throughout the mountains living in homes and cabins as well as in towns. You wouldn't believe how many people in hiding have no interest in big cities now or anymore. A lot of people choose to stay after their situations are settled and become part of the support team. We drove past a small clinic that was where they said our doctor would be. Dad said, "it is mostly below ground in keeping with the image of the town. It is the full hospital and clinic. It is equipped to do everything a normal hospital would, plus the special needs of the people in hiding like you who have had full or partial SRS" we drove by a police department where dad was going to work. It seemed small, but dad said "we don't need a big one. People who are allowed to live here aren't violent criminals. If they have any history at all, it's like yours- white-collar crime. We intend to keep it safe in all ways". We then drove past a huge clothing store. Mom said, "it is so huge because of the fact that it has clothes for everyone in all styles. We will bring you shopping here for some special stuff next week before school. The school here requires uniforms, and we haven't gotten you any yet". I thought, "great. I have to wear a uniform on top of going to school". Then I saw the schools. There were three- a grade school, a middle school, which I would be attending, and a high school. All were bigger than you would think for a town that size. Mom said, "like you, a lot of the people coming in have a lot of money, so they have made sure that the best of everything is in there". I was actually thinking it might be something to look forward to after the bookstore and the school, when Dad's cell phone went off. He answered it, listened for a few minutes and went pale. He turned to us and said, "I have to go to work. There's been a murder. It's one of the people in hiding".

 

To be continued

  

  

  

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