Themes: tg, forced feminization

Story Synopsis: A partial correspondence between
and full transcript of an interview between an amateur
writer and a 250lb gorilla of a man who muses about
the career of forced fem he is about to embark on.
But is the writer getting more then he bargained for? 

There is no actual sex in this story but there is
sexual discussion. This story is not for children 

		"Kill them all. God will know his own."
The answer given by the knight who led the crusade
against the Cathers in 1209AD when ask who they should
spare and who they should kill in the villages they
attacked.

"Unconventional"
By Quiet Savage

From:wdysphoria@crappyisp.net
To:psicop@insideyourhouse.net

I know who you are.

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From:psicop@insideyourhouse.net
To:wdysphoria@crappyisp.net

What, do you want?

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From: wdysphoria@crappyisp.net
To:psicop@insideyourhouse.net

I run a little rag and I want to interview you
about your stories. It was those stories that lead me
to you, your computer is pretty cutting edge and you
explained it so well. No one runs equipment like that
unless they're doing CG and not as a desktop. I met
you at OSworld last year; I just put the pieces
together. Are we talking?

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From:psicop@insideyourhouse.net
To:wdysphoria@crappyisp.net

Oh, we're talking. I call you soon.

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From: wdysphoria@crappyisp.net
To:psicop@insideyourhouse.net

Do you need my number?

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From:psicop@insideyourhouse.net
To:wdysphoria@crappyisp.net

That won't be necessary, I already have it.

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Walter: (sound of papers rustling) This is Walter Mann
taping an interview for Zine Peligro. It is 8:30 in
the PM, so lets get started.
Gorilla: Okay.

Walter: so tell me how you got started in the revenge
game?
Gorilla: from childhood, if the truth is known. But
"officially"? That was high school. I was... Well,
now-a-days it's "Goth kid" no fancy names in my
childhood though, only "queer." I was often a victim
of bullying. I found comfort for my mind in a list of
criminals and what was done to me.

Walter: yes, we talked on the phone about that. I kept
a list like that myself. I fancy myself a little of
the old revenge artist too. You know putting super
glue in locks and stuff, not as extreme as you; is
that how it started?
Gorilla: Much that way, but all that was simply an
irritant and it didn't calm my mind; to punish
criminals one must bring pain. My first inclination
was to simply kill the bastards, which I still do, but
I saw that the criminal must languish. There's a lot
of people out there pushing around people smaller then
them and those of us who push back must inflict pain.

Walter: Did you say you killed people?!
Gorilla: sure, it must be done, so I do it. I remember
my first one- a stoner at my school. Such people
confuse me. I mean, a person like that has his own
problems and thinks of himself as being picked on by
the world, I mean, you would think he would be
sympathetic, but he was the worst asshole around. I
was scared as hell but when I shot him it was so
anti-climatic. It wasn't anything like from a movie or
nothing; it was simply the way his faced changed. I
wasn't even sure he was dead. For weeks after I was
sure I would get busted but it never happened, that's
when I realized I was on to something. It's also when
I realized that simply killing the bastards wasn't
enough, because that act simply left me empty.

Walter: WOW! I truthfully must say that I'm a little
disturbed. How many have you killed?
Gorilla: truthfully? I've lost track off the top of my
head. They say Bundy killed 35 officially and some say
as many as a few hundred, somewhere in there.

Walter: Well, if you don't kill them what do you do?
Gorilla: Take something from them- burn their house or
business, kill their dog, cap their knee. Right now
I'm thinking of turning some guys into women.

Walter: how do you get away with it?
Gorilla: you simply got to be smart about it. I mean
you use all kinds of deceptive tricks, surveillance,
cons. And of course, just doing it. Ninety-nine
percent of anything is making a plan and executing it.
It's simply a matter of separating out what really can
be done and then applying it in the real world.

Walter: Isn't there a line between fantasy and
reality?
Gorilla: It's not where most people think. A fantasy
is just something that isn't yet real. I mean at one
time human flight was a fantasy but the Wright
brothers made it real. A lot of people got a real
problem with fantasy and reality.

Walter: how do you mean?
Gorilla: Well, years ago I started posting my exploits
on the web, or back then it wasn't the "web" it was
the internet and BBS's. I fictionalized all the names
and locations and put them out there as stories. Some
of them sent me notes telling me what I said was
absurd. For example- a lot of people still leave their
door unlocked when they leave. And I was in this guy's
house and I saw that he'd just got one of those
digital coffee makers. I bought one too and modified
it to burst into flames, then I switched it out the
next day. Soon his house was gone. Definitely cooler
then a Molotov cocktail! So, I wrote it up on the
Internet complete with detailed instructions on how to
do it and I was told I was full of shit. I knew for a
fact I wasn't!

Walter: Did the guys insurance pay out?
Gorilla: That time, yea.

Walter: doesn't that negate the point?
Gorilla: not really. Being highly disruptive is often
enough. I mean, you burn someone's house you take most
of what they got. It's a lot of trouble to replace
things and some things can't be replaced. I do have
one trick that works sometimes, I call the anonymous
tip line a week or two before and say the guy tried to
hire me in a bar to burn his house and then I make a
show of it being arson. That creates a real mess. It
don't always work but it works enough I still do it.
And sometimes things go all screwy; one guy is in
prison for insurance fraud for what I did. He's
serving the third... no, the fourth year of his prison
sentence. I'm pretty sure with his behavior he'll get
out early and (laughing) I'm sure his roommate "Big
Bubba" will keep that sweet piece of meat's behavior
real good.

Walter: that seems harsh.
Gorilla: not any worse then he did to me! I remember,
he cut me off in traffic; he cut right across my lane
to get to his exit! Well, I found out later it was his
wife's car. Red is so totally a girl's color. I wrote
down his license and got his address from the DMV for
a pittance. I made sure he got what he deserved. I
wish they all turned out that good. But like I said
I'm moving on to better things like turning dudes into
chicks.

Walter: Yes, you mentioned that before what does that
mean?
Gorilla: Well, It's the whole transgender thing, I'm
sure you've seen "chicks with dicks" web sites and
what not. Most people who do that choose it because
they feel they have been born the wrong gender, but
I'm talking about forcing that on a guy. I even have
my first victim picked out.

Walter: That seems an odd thing to do. How did you
come up with that?
Gorilla: Oh, I've had the idea for some time. It first
formed back in the 80's- I saw some bit about it on
"Real People" or some show like that, I don't
remember, but it was about transsexuals. Anyway, the
person profiled chose it but I remember thinking what
a perfect punishment for rapists, pimps, and child
molesters and such. It wasn't till later that I found
out that other people had the same idea. But something
was off about them, I mean, I saw it as punishment but
those people eroticized it.

Walter: It seems even more odd to find it erotic.
Gorilla: (laughing) that's what I use to think. But
there it was, I remember looking at one of those she
male fetish art magazines, I never owned one myself
but I do remember seeing prints in the back of the
cheap porno novels I use to buy. But I remember a time
when cheap porn novels only had ads for other cheap
porn novels and not art or 1-900 numbers. If I
thought that that in any way intersected with reality
I'd have been on board sooner. I mean those dudes
had all FFF or OO cup breasts! I guess it's a whole
size thing, men are very visual and can understand
something so over the top on an emotional level. I
always wondered if female hormones change that. I
mean, I would expect people that choose that are
already pretty language driven anyway but what about
those that aren't? But like I said, those images
aren't reality, a person that looked like that in real
life would be a freak. I don't think people truly
realize how big 36DD really is. Like I said back then
I thought the whole thing was absurd.

Walter: So what's changed?
Gorilla: boredom I guess. People who know me know my
main motivation in life is to not be board. This first
one I have picked out is a keeper. Like I said he's
younger then me, late twenties. To do that right he
should really be like 22 to 24 or even better younger,
as close to puberty as possible; ideally in the teens.
Any way, I like his face; I think it would take well
to feminization, that's what they call it
"feminization." See a lot of young people over look
the face, I mean a nice rack is good but 80%-90% of
the time that's not the part you'll be looking at... I
guess that's a "girl" attitude but there you go
anyway. Also, he's not too fat, that's important, even
for a guy like me that like's a little big. He does
have his problems- the guy has light features so it'll
have to be dyed darker. After all, all relationships
need to be balanced, I need dark hair. The good part
is that it's all ready grown out some. All in all, a
good foundation. Anyway, I never was able to keep a
real chick for long. Now all I want is a girl, and I
use the term "girl" loosely, that I can keep in a cage
and keep from running off.

Walter: And where's he at?
Gorilla: out of state, just outside the panhandle. I
been there. When people send me stuff and I'm in the
area I go there and stand on their doorstep; I don't
knock, but I'm there none the less. You can tell a lot
about a person by they're neighborhood. Anyway, I
drive past this guys place once a year on my way to my
hunt'en ground. Oh there's this great outdoor store up
there. It must cover a few acres inside, with a big
animal sculpture outside and a display of stuffed
animals in the center, they even got an aquarium with
bass!

Walter: Hey, small world! That's right down the road
from my house. May I be so presumptions as to ask what
this poor S.O.B. did?
Gorilla: he couldn't keep his mouth shut. There's no
worse crime in my book then loose lips. If someone
can't keep his mouth closed he might as well have a
cock shoved in it! This guy fancies himself a revenge
artist too, but he's small time. I mean he read one of
my stories and realized who I was and I wasn't joking
and he sought me out. I mean I can't have people like
that walking around free! Besides, like I said, he
deserves it, he even smokes weed at his age. I have a
nose for that stuff; I can smell it a mile away. I
mean I use to drink and drug when I was younger but at
some point you got to realize you're getting older and
cut it out; lest it becomes a peter-pan complex. Like
some forty-year-old man wearing tennis shoes or some
thirty-year-old wearing blue jeans. I haven't worn
jeans or sneakers since I was, well... it's hard to
remember, like 23 or 24.  And I never wore Wolverines
because I thought they were cool.

Walter: I must say though I sympathize with that guy,
it's hard to get out of a habit.
Gorilla: excuses! (sound of Gorilla sighing)  In my
limited world only a few people see redemption
(another sigh) some of us have grown beyond those old
ways and if you don't understand what is really being
said or why something is there you should keep your
mouth shut. He should have simply been happy with his
limited glimpse of how the world really works.

Walter: Maybe so. Again may I be so presumptuous as to
ask how you're going to go about getting this guy and
where are you going to keep him?
Gorilla: I've had a few plans. The best I had was to
rent a moving truck and go get him. I'd put a cage in
the back, I got a Sun Pass so I could blow through the
toll booths on the express way and stop as few times
as possible. Of course, even though he'd be in a cage
I'd shoot'm full of horse tranquilizer to shut him up.
But now? well... you might say he's within arm's
reach.

Walter: wouldn't it be easier to start with a real
woman?
Gorilla: Well, I try not to bring women into my work
too much, women need protected. Someone can't go
through life without meeting some bitch girls. Like
that don't put out after the second date, hookers that
use mickeys, those that write checks in the express
lane, or who talk the clerks head off while I'm
standing right behind them! I don't feel too bad after
I shoot a cunt like that. My first job was in a
supermarket- I can't think of anything ruder then
talking to the clerk. But what can I say; they need
protection, even from each other. (laughing) They
REALLY need protection from each other. Also, where is
the technical aspect of it? I mean, anyone could do
that; it seems so common and base. I think Kennedy
said it best when he said something like, "you don't
do something because it's easy, but BECAUSE it's
hard." (laughing)

Walter: But doesn't this seem terribly cruel? What
about his happiness or pleasure?
Gorilla: Well, that's a more interesting question. His
pleasure? Well, I guess everything is relative, I mean
lots of things are pleasurable. I'm not heartless; the
punishment is to become my submissive girl toy not to
lose sexual gratification. I'm going to, well, I mean
I know all the tricks, from chastity belts to control
release and capture arousal, DSMO on the head of the
cock and from the first day all he'll get from me is a
frig'en. And that's all he can expect- a hand job. But
to be totally honest I fully expect him to lose all
motivation in that area. Female hormones can be brutal
on the libido as well as the ability to perform. I
can't imagine a guy ever letting go and seeing such
enslavement as normal. It's my hope he does but I
realize he probably won't. And that constant acid tip
for the first year won't help either. But there will
be kindnesses if he goes along.

Walter: How do you fund this? I mean the revenge, and
this other stuff? Aren't the drugs expensive?
Gorilla: Well, the revolution isn't funded by
donations. I use to be low tech and steal scrap metal.
I had a great score up north when I stole a bunch of
nozzles off a ski resort's snowmaking machines. They
even got on TV begging for them to be returned- no
questions asked. What a bunch of wusses! Skiers,
snowboarders and golfers and the like are some of the
worst criminals I can think of. They think being in
the outdoors means being out of doors. They're not
environmentalists like people who ride dirt bikes or
hunters.

Walter: aren't you in the wrong state? This is prime
golf country; even a longhaired hippy like me has a
clubhouse membership for when I come down.
Gorilla: yea, your hair's real preddy (these words
represent a pause) Anyway, I melted them down and sold
the aluminum for scrap six months later. I use to do a
lot of things like that but now I've gone high tech.
One thing I do is a smash and grab on doctor's and
lawyer's offices. I steal a bunch of files and the
computers, I'm usually in and out in under four or
five minutes, then I ghost the hard drive to my
terabyte server. (these words represent a pause) I
remember when that really meant something, now a
terabyte is with in reach of any dumbass with a credit
card. Doctor's and Lawyer's computers are a great
source of all kinds of interesting information about
people; once you break the password or more often then
not no password is set. The worst password I can think
of is "password." (laughing) and that kind of thing is
pretty common out there. After that I put some crap
operating system on the computer and some warez apps
and sell the whole thing on an online auction. I
mostly do stuff like that now along with some other
scams, I've even dabbled in identity fraud.

Walter: Identity fraud?
Gorilla: Yea, but I'm not hard-core about it. What I
did a few years back is put some hardware key loggers
on some of the computers at the local colleges and
libraries. Soon I had all kinds of passwords for
emails, bank accounts and what not. I opened some
accounts overseas, usually the east or some backwards
country, then transferred the money to Spain or France
and then have them mail money orders to a mail drop
here. A quickie check-cashing place later and I have
cold hard cash. Now that's a lot of extra work and
risk then most people would take but like I said
before I like to be smart. It helps to have a working
knowledge of a few languages, even if it is badly like
me. It's especially important to note that it becomes
an international crime but then again the story the
authorities probably came up with is that it was an
international crime to start with, which is the point.
It's not like the old days of going through people's
garbage. I still got quite a war chest from that
operation.

Walter: doesn't that conflict with your revenge idea?
I mean, aren't you the criminal?
Gorilla: Naaa, I'm not a criminal, the real criminals
are out there. People like me keep this ridiculous
farce of a society stable. If someone is so stupid as
to use a public terminal for such things then deep
down they want it to happen; not to say I don't got a
lot of software key loggers in places that aren't so
public, but still. Sometimes even they need it to
happen- One guy's email account made it clear he was
screwing around on his wife. It must'd been painful
getting that giant red letter "A" tattoo removed from
his face; I bet he still got a scar.

Walter: Personally, I hate computers; I got an old
Underwood at home I work on. But don't you use those
computers to do stuff, you know, anonymously or do you
just do it from home.
Gorilla: Naw, only use those in an extreme emergency.
I don't use my home broadband connection either, at
least not for anything too serious. But its not like
anything in my home is in my real name anyway. I use
to use fake dial up. Well, not really dial-up there's
a lot of interesting things you can do with a modem
and a phone line besides get on the internet. But
now-a-days as more companies are using VPNs over the
internet, and well, most places have a gateway or a
bridge, so that's looking like the way to go. Most
people have internet on their corporate desktop in the
first place; you know, internet and intranets being
connected. Anyway, I use to go to a cheap motel and
what not. Now-a-days them free account disks you find
in the garbage at the post office on Friday don't even
require a credit card anymore. For short things I use
to hook my modem to a pay phone through an acoustic
coupler. Yea, I remember pay phones, all those colored
boxes. Too bad they're fazing those out; if you don't
have a cell you're a loser freak. But the bit rate
over a pay phone was horrible. I bought one of those
pay as you go phones and a fifty dollar card from a
big electronics places, those are great 'cause their
made for teens who don't have credit cards so they're
easy to get in a fake name. It's generally safe to
give out cell phone numbers too 'cause people can't do
a reverse phone number search to your address, at
least not easily. Anyway, I hooked it up but that was
even worse, they compress the hell out of those
signals it doesn't work too well even not using the
modem on a digital network.

Walter: you can do that?
Gorilla: Yea, cell phones are great. I use to have
this one that I knew how to get into debugging mode so
I could listen to other people's calls. Back then you
only needed a modified scanner, but it was cool to use
an actual phone. It was hardly worth it though,
reading peoples emails and listening to their
conversations has taught me how truly boring people
are- it's so much "what are you doing?", "nothing,
what are you doing?" There's so many interesting
things to do out there an' most people waste their
time in clubs, bars, hanging out and what not. People
are all so much the same... What were we talking about
again?

Walter: Something about using the networks.
Gorilla: Right, Right... if I'm doing something that I
don't feel comfortable with from home I simply drive
or walk around with my old Libretto and find an open
wireless network or simply go to a coffee shop. Stupid
yuppie scum, God's gift to me, not only do they make
the perfect marks they make it easy. Anybody that
hangs out in a coffee shop is a retarded monkey. Most
of the time even then I use an SSH encrypted chain of
anonymous foreign proxies, after all they can track
your approximate location by your IP address. There's
a lot of information you put out there about you and
your computer that you're not even aware of. And
Webmaster's should check their logs because if you
catch me on a bad day my spoofed user agent tells you
exactly how I feel! (sound of Gorilla moving something
on the table) Actually, I'm not half the hacker I use
to be, it's so hard to keep up. (Sound of a Zippo
being flipped open)

Walter: "Hacker"? Don't you mean "cracker"?
Gorilla: You are 'n interrupting bitch aren't you...
Hacker? Cracker? Same difference. It's all about
solving problems; only that the latter does it on the
dark side. But, I'm not on the dark side. When the
system is broken the best become outlaws; I do things
not to hurt people but because the system is broken
and I'm helping return it to the hands of the people.
It's hard to keep up though. I mean once you get the
concepts down it's easy, everything just revolves
around some core concepts. But the rate of change and
all, I got a stack of books in the middle room I'll
probably never get around to reading. Sadly, my skills
have pretty much degraded into simply downloading free
"black" programs off constantly changing hacker sites
and bad social engineering. It's barely worth getting
a handle anymore, if you get known you get busted.

Walter: All this brings up the matter of your
identity.
Gorilla: Well, right now I've been using a false ID so
long that most people simply know me by that.

Walter: you mean like teens use to buy beer?
Gorilla: no, no, I need to make a distinction between
what those kiddies have and what I got; I mean a whole
complete backstopped ID, I actually have a few. They
changed some laws around to make it harder, but it's
still doable, luckily I had the foresight to get them
sometime ago. But you know, that ID's not even my
first line of defense.

Walter: How do you mean?
Gorilla: Most places don't really care whose name is
on the bill so long as they get paid. Some people do
something stupid like switch their first and middle
name but I don't think that's good enough- a person's
real name should never be on any bill.  Sometimes they
ask for social security numbers and stuff but I
usually make that stuff up. It's not a good idea to
give a totally bogus number to a bank or employer so I
got several legitimate fakes that work for those kinds
of situations. I use mail drops and stuff, I mean,
stuff like that. And if I need something that's on the
Fed's watch list I make up a front company, that's
important now-a-days. Most of the time though it
doesn't have to go that far. I mean a lot of the time
people are happy to see what looks like an official
ID, they're not going to do anything with it- Up until
a few years ago when I flew I simply showed them a
fake student ID and they were satisfied. Of course
taking a gun on a plane back then was easier too. I've
done that recently, but then again I have the skill
set to make a gun that doesn't look like a gun.

Walter: Ok, but if you're such a master criminal why
do you live so... frugally? This apartment isn't very
large.
Gorilla: I told you I'm not a criminal! I have the
highest morals of anyone I know! I keep my revenge war
chest and my daily expenses separate. Otherwise, I'd
be part of the problem. I have an LPN license and
that's how I make my living money. If anyone's looking
for some quick cash nursing is it- a few months of
night classes, a few weeks of clinical and then your
boards and you got it. You get more respect and money
then working a service job. But to be honest, I don't
like to work- I simply can not get on with people, I
have absolutely no idea why, after all I'm just an
average guy; it's the greatest tragedy in my life.
Anyway, I mostly work in nursing homes for a few
months to build up my funds then quit and live for a
few months frugally. Them old people taught me that
God is the ultimate revenge artist. You can be the
biggest asshole fuck in the world but you get old and
weak, go senile and lose control of your bowels. I
hate working but those jobs are good for some things-
a guy can never be bored in a room with both a file
cabinet and a photocopier.

Walter: It might be strange for some to think of you
as having morals? But I can see it it's almost
biblical.
Gorilla: Now you're getting it! Most people misread
that book, there's a lot of good stuff in there. Like
Acts chapter 5, it's about this guy that tries to
cheat the apostles out of some money and Peter, Peter
if you remember is the one from John 18:10 who when on
a hack and slash when they came for Jesus, but Peter
cuts this guys belly open. And then his wife won't
give up the money either and he pops a cap in that
bitch too! I think a lot of people might feel
different about that book if they realized Jesus
traveled around with twelve men armed to the teeth. I
can see him in today's world- riding a Harley across
the country, a 1911 on his hip and his old woman;
Mary; in the bitch seat... Ever watch cartoons?

Walter: Aaa, ya, sure who hasn't?
Gorilla: I always was a big fan of Mr. Freeze on the
Batman cartoon show. He's not in it for money or power
or joy; he is in it for justice. Freeze never wanted
to be a hero nor a villain he only wanted to be left
alone but the world couldn't even give him that. The
Batman got sympathy for the crimes against him while
freeze got blamed for what happened. The Batman was
always reaching out to Freeze but you can never help
Mr. Freeze, you can't pull him back from the brink,
until he gets closure. When the light leaves you can't
stop the darkness from returning. You see, darkness is
everywhere- in people's hearts and minds, in the night
and shadows. Go a million miles into space and it's
there too. Darkness is more powerful because light
needs to fight it. Darkness is more powerful because
it doesn't need the light to exist. The darkness is
submissive to the light but the submissive is more
powerful. The light must constantly work and watch to
keep the darkness at bay where as the darkness must
simply wait for the light to get tired, burn out and
go away. Sooner or later the dominant forgets the
danger she is in, the dominant slips up. They say the
meek will inherit the earth but the truth is the
darkness will.

Walter: Okay, that goes to motive... and going back,
you're a nurse so that's how you get the drugs?
Gorilla: I already got them. Some of that stuff has a
short shelf life so I had to pick the right things and
store it right. But I don't work anywhere where I
would have access to that stuff or in the quantities I
need, nor would I want to risk getting the police
involved by stealing from work. (laughing) Well, I
guess that sounds odd, but still. Anyway, there's a
bunch of holes in the FDA's controls and I get them
that way. I can get some stuff from over seas or even
Mexico. I use to get my steroids down there before
they started cracking down. And down there you really
can get whatever you want if you know where to go,
slip the pharmacist the right amount they'll sell,
even tranquilizers or GHB. Oh, that reminds me you
want something to drink? I'm a whisky drinker myself
but I can fix you a girl's drink like a margarita or
mudslide.

Walter: No thanks. What about harmful side effects how
are you going to regulate that stuff?
Gorilla: Well, it's your loss; a drink would make all
this go easier. Yea, the side effects? There's a
bunch, blood clots and stuff, especially on the doses
I have planned. I won't push it too much; at some
point upping the dose becomes diminishing returns. But
I'm not too worried about that, after all, the
suffering would be hers and it's not like I haven't
disposed of a dead body before. For me its about the
results- I won't get a "ten", but my standards have
been lowered and I'm simply looking for something
that's fuckable and I can keep in a cage. I want a
real life doll I can play with and it doesn't have to
be a perfect doll. I mean right now I can see his
face; right in front of me- He doesn't have a
protruding jaw or that annoying head ridge, the cheek
bones aren't as feminine as I would like but I'm
willing to compromise. His eyes are nice, the ears
look pulled back. The hairline's not right but that
might be an issue of style, if it can't be fixed I'll
get him a wig or something. The real issue is his age
and that has consequences.

Walter: how do you mean?
Gorilla: As I said before to be more natural you got
to catch them close to that vital age of puberty,
things don't seem to work out as well other wise. To
be honest, though, I'm not too confident in the body
at any age, I mean I'm a fan of big hips and that's
partly a function of the underlying skeletal
structure. But, you know, I guess, even X X girls have
their own problems- it's hard to find a real girl that
isn't a mess of cellulite and stretch marks. And like
I said I'm willing to put up with flaws. I mean part
of the fun is dressing her up in all her pretty doll
clothes. And, that will be especially fun if he hasn't
done that before. You ever crossdress?

Walter: No. (a slight laugh, pages flipping) you
talked about a cage do you actually have it?
Gorilla: sure do, it's in the back you want to try it
on for size.

Walter: No thanks.
Gorilla: Well, that was just a fantasy I guess. I
actually modified the hell out of that room- installed
bars, sound insulation, chains and pulleys, metal
shutters over the windows. You kiddies and your wacky
Internet, you get your stuff on there but back in my
day we used the corner hardware store and made our own
equipment. I hope to someday change it back. I mean
it's my hope I can break him and he'll choose to stay
but I don't think that that's realistic. I at least
hope he'll learn to shut the fuck up, even with the
sound insulation I've had to make arrangements. This
condo is perfect- on a corner of a top floor, but I
still needed a dead zone; I had to buy the place below
me. You can scream your head off all day in that cage
and no one will hear you.

Walter: Scary thought... It's getting late. Know what
time it is? No wait (sound of cell phone being fliped
open) yea, it's late. Hey I don't get any reception,
that's odd in town.
Gorilla: oh sorry, that's my bad I must have left my
cell phone jammer on. I hate when people use those in
restaurants.

Walter: Well, I think I got enough to finish the
article. I should be going.
Gorilla: No, I don't think so (sound of drawer
opening)

Walter: HEY!
Gorilla: (sound of hammer being cocked) This would
have been easier if you simply had a drink.

Walter: Your not serious?
Gorilla: SIT DOWN!

Walter: Listen I.. (sound of crashing) HEY, DON'T HURT
ME!!
Gorilla: Well, if you go along I'll treat you real
good.

Walter: What do you want?
Gorilla: I want a pretty girl, I want YOU.

Walter: Please, don't do this.
Gorilla: I do what I want, and do you know why?

Walter: because you have the gun.
Gorilla: (laughing, hard) you think that's why I can
do it? (clunk of gun falling on the floor) pick it up,
stop this now; shoot me, you got the guts? (pause)
That's it point it at me... feels good don't it?....
now pull that trigger.

Walter: (voice cracking) I can't, please.
Gorilla: (sound of gun being slapped out of his hand
and hitting wall) All you people are the same. (sound
of Walter making a muffled cry) And, soon your body
will match you mind- you fucking pussy.

THE END

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