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From: vickietern@aol.com (VickieTern)
Subject: New TG: Hell Hath No Fury 1/4 femdom, genetic change

NEW TG: Hell Hath No Fury 1/4 (Femdom, genetic mutation)

This is not my story, though I helped edit it, and now I'm
posting it.  Send comment to "Darkside@weasel.owl.de," or to me 
or to A.S.S.D.  Thanks.  


V.T.


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Hell Hath No Fury
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By Darkside 1997

Many thanks to Vickie Tern for giving me a prod in the right
direction and offering help and assistance as needed. 



1. Prelude
========

The day was perfect, the sun shone in a brilliance that had seldom
been seen in that part of the country. But then again it was the
day I was supposed to get married. I say supposed because I wasn't
really in love with Elizabeth. It's a shame I only really realised
that fact as I got out of the wedding limousine. How would her
family react, what about my family even, could I ever live down the
shame of jilting her?

 I am getting too far ahead of myself though so let's begin at the
beginning. Once upon a time..

No, that's not right. Anyway it was about four years ago that my
car had, had a puncture and the only spare tyre I had was in my
wishful thinking. Debating whether to walk the 35 klicks to the
nearest town or to wait for help wasn't really an option as the
temperature outside had to be in the minuses, and knowing my luck
I would freeze to death before I got more than half way. So I
waited, running the engine just to keep warm and watching the snow
begin to fall in a soft but menacing way. Three hours later and my
fuel ran out, and with night falling and with not a single car in
sight things looked bleak.  As darkness and cold came over me and
I began to sink into unconsciousness my last thought was 'What was
that cartoon with the family who was trapped in a prehistoric
world?'

I remember hearing a voice, a lady's voice that seemed to sound as
though from heaven.  Its softly spoken eloquent tones warmed my
heart and made me think that perhaps I had been good enough after
all. The voice said 'check his insurance'. It was at that moment in
a blurry haze I saw her, radiant in a white coat and looking
concerned. I needed to thank her for saving me and to express the
feelings welling up inside of me but all that came out was 'Uhhhh
wher'

'SShhh rest now' that  wonderful voice replied

Later much later (I was told around three days) I awoke saddened
not to see my nightingale in the white coat but an elderly figure
again in white. 'Don't Worry You'll be out of here as soon as Dr
Bexley gives her permission'

'Dr Bexley?'
'Yes I believe you have sort of met.  In fact if it hadn't been for
her you probably would have been dead by now'

So Dr Bexley was the nightingale's name

'I would very much like to thank Dr Bexley for saving me'

'Of course -- I will just go and see if she is free'

And with that the doctor went out.

An hour or so later there was a knock on the door.

'Can I come in' (Oh That Voice!)

'Please'

In walked perhaps the most beautiful lady I had seen, She was about
my age (27) and height (5'10), with long auburn hair that seemed to
emit a golden glow all by its self. Blue eyes looked at me with
concern whilst the lab coat did nothing to hide the slender,slyph
like body underneath. As she walked into the room she seemed to
glide with an almost aristocratic air.

'How are you feeling'
'Better' I croaked(come closer please..)

She obeyed my thought and stood over me which gave me a better
chance to study her face.

Eyes, definitely blue but with an everso slight touch of gray

Nose Just right maybe just a little large, more Courtney Cox than
Jennifer Aniston though.

Lips full, the mouth was a little large but a wonderful pout.

Oh Yes a cute spattering of tiny freckles to give that vulnerable
little girl look.

'I think you will be able to leave us in a day or so'

'Great'(Can't we make that a week!)

As she bent down to look at the various monitoring equipment  I
caught sight of two smallish but well formed breasts(I later found
out 36C). I really MUST get to know this lady I thought.

'This may seem forward but could I ask you out to dinner, to say
thank you once I am out?' I asked.

That face looked thoughtful 'sure next Friday week, at the Italian
about 8'

(yes yes yes yes!)

I am rambling on here. Anyway to cut a very long story short we
just seemed to hit it off right away. If that voice was
spellbinding her laugh would keep one trapped forever.  Looking
back on things I can see that something was just not quite right,
yes she was beautiful, intelligent and her daddy owned the hospital
she worked in but in those days I didn't care.  The Sex was great
and her body was every bit as gorgeous as I had dreamed.

Six months Later she proposed to me, and knowing that I was
unlikely to find anyone better I accepted.

During our engagement she did seem jealous if I even spoke to
another lady but nothing too serious.

So here I was standing in front of the priest, in this glorious
sunny day saying, 'I'm sorry Elizabeth I can't marry you. You are
the most wonderful lady I  have ever known but I don't love you and
I must tell you this to save your heartache later'

She sobbed great sobs and just kept repeating 'You will marry me,
you will marry me' over and over.

Her parents looked at me with hate whilst mine just looked sad. As
the Taxi took me away I wondered If I had made the right choice...


2. Blessing
=========

Two Years, several jobs and a pointless relationship later I found
myself touring the country looking for a place to finally settle
down. I had finally decided a small town in the mid-west was about
right and had begun to make a name for myself there.

Things were at last looking better.  With the pain and anguish of
Dr Elizabeth Bexley PhD behind me the only sour point was the lack
of companionship. Six months later this too was resolved in the
shape of Jane. How shall I describe darling Jane. Being honest she
wasn't in the same league as Elizabeth. Not ugly or plain by any
means but she did lack her aristocratic beauty and of course her
nightingale voice. What she did have though was a kind and graceful
spirit that is so rare these days. As Forest Gump once said 'we
went together like peas and carrots'. I described Elizabeth in
detail so I suppose I must now describe Jane. She was a little
younger (28) than I was and a little smaller at 5'7. Her hair was
short, bobbed raven black and coupled with green eyes gave her face
a feline quality. Her body was firm, lithe and athletic  but not
overly muscled. Again I would have to say cat-like, and in fact she
moved with a silence and grace that was almost panther like. Of
course I nicknamed her 'Kat' which she seemed to enjoy, though
because she regarded us as  special we had agreed to wait to see if
the 'Kat' could purr.  But it was her inner heart that really
appealed.  She knew exactly how to handle me, when to give in, when
to stand firm and most of all how to love.

Exactly one year after meeting her I proposed, which she accepted.
I am standing here at the altar (again) waiting for my beloved. At
this time I cannot but help feel sorry for Elizabeth, whose heart
I broke so long ago. Wait, here comes my beloved Kat. What a
wonderful dress.  Look how it shows off her wonderful curves and
how radiant she looks. 

We married in a blur, that wonderful feeling you get when you
*know* that you have actually done the right thing.  When the
priest pronounced us husband and wife the years of pain fell away
like leaves in the fall.  I was looking forward to our three week
honeymoon in Egypt, a place she had always been attracted to (maybe
it was cat in her?).  After a long flight we collapsed into our
hotel(5 star of course) too drained to consummate our union.

3. Curse
=======

I awoke after what seemed a heavy sleep in my hotel room to find
'Kat' looking very concerned. Standing over me was a swarthy cop
and what looked to be a doctor.

'He seems to be none the worse for his abduction' The doctor said
(Abduction!!!!)

'Thank God, Thank God you're safe' Kat cried.

'What happened?'

'You were abducted from the hotel a day ago when you went
downstairs to try and order some champagne,' The Policeman
explained

'That's right our phone wasn't working'

'We think it was organ thieves but the doctor here says you are in
fine health apart from a temperature which is understandable in the
circumstances'

'You're back know and that's all that matters' cried my Kat

'If we find out anything else we will be in touch'

And with that the cop and the doctor left

 The next day I was feeling much worse, the slight fever had grown
into a sweaty agonising malaise that permeated every part of me. My
ever faithful wife gave me water at hourly intervals which did ease
the dehydration somewhat but gave only temporary relief. Kat wanted
to sleep in the same bed but I insisted she sleep apart because I
didn't want to disturb her rest as well, and besides it could be
catching.

 Morning came at last and with it a small parcel and a note.

'This is strange.  It is addressed to you,' Kat said.

In my state I could only say 'what's it say'

She opened the parcel and a small bottle fell out, as did a letter. 
Kat read the letter out loud.

'Hello old friend and lover
Remember me?
I bet you do.  I am the one whose life you completely destroyed
three years ago when you left me. Oh sure the old 'I can't Marry
you I don't love you' excuse may work on some but not on me.' 

 'Elizabeth!' I croaked.

'Just In case you haven't told your darling Kat about me, my name
is Dr Elizabeth Bexley and I was engaged to your husband about
three years ago. He jilted me at the altar on the best day of my
life. After that I fell apart, and if it wasn't for my family I
think I would have killed myself in grief and dispair. So angry was
my father about your actions he sold his hospital and used the
money to plough into vengeance on you and any woman who would be
your wife.

You may remember the last thing I said to you when you walked out.
It was  'You will Marry Me'. 

I knew that wedlock was out of the question as it is impossible to
force anyone to love, but I also had to make those words come true. 
Another meaning to the word Marry is to become one with, and that
is the direction from which my vengeance would come.  But I am
digressing.  My father and I ploughed millions into research into
a drug which will re-write the DNA of whatever it was introduced
to, and three years later we succeeded.  The reason why you are
feeling so unwell is the withdrawal symptoms of a narcotic which we
injected into you.

'She's mad' Kat breathed in terror.

'Go on' I croaked.

'The only thing that can relieve these symptoms are the pills which
are enclosed in this parcel.'

'Give me one now' I rasped,

'Not yet -- she goes on' Kat replied distantly as if in dread.

'These pills contain ten doses of my DNA drug that will cause a
change in you after each pill. I thought for ages trying to work
out what DNA would replace your own. I did consider Kat's DNA, and
up until a few days ago intended you would slowly turn into your
wife.  The conflict of the needs of your addiction against the
horror of becoming your wife would be my vengeance.'

'It was then I thought of those last words of mine. I had thought
of giving Kat the drug and she would become me, but where is the
punishment in that. Therefore the DNA contained in those pills is
my own. So in its own horrible way you will marry me by becoming
me. My legs, My body, yes even my breasts and vagina will become
your own.'

A gasp of horror came from Kat, her voice trembled as she read the
rest.

'You will find it impossible to resist the pangs for this drug as
your body becomes slowly weaker each hour it is without it.  If I
know you, around two days is the most you will be able to stand
without taking a pill.'

'There is one glimmer of hope for you. You have 10 days after
taking the final pill to find the antidote, if you manage it you
will become yourself again, if not then I am afraid that you will
find my reflection very familiar.'

'I am deeply sorry for Kat but maybe she will meet another more
deserving man when this is all over because sadly you will no
longer be one.'  
     
     Dr Elizabeth Bexley(the original).

'No no no no no' was all that Kat was saying

'It's a bluff -- she's completely mad' I said.  Pure force of will
had given me strength.

'What if she isn't '

'She must be because if she's telling the truth our life together
is over before it has even begun'

'Don't say that. I love you for you not the body you have'

'Yeah right -- what about me? I love you I waited a year to have
you. I am male I was born Male and I was meant to marry you'

'You can adjust'

'No I can't.  You're used to having tits.  How would you feel if
the position was reversed?'

'I don't know, but the question is moot until we know for sure'

'How?'

'Take one of the pills'

'What!'

My body cried out for a tablet but my mind resisted with all my
will. But it was a one sided battle.

'OK let me choose one' Kat Offered

On closer inspection each pill had a tiny number from 1-10 on it. 
They were white and resembled aspirin. 'I think number three is a
good place to start'

'Not one?' She said

'No that's too obvious -- pass me the water' I asked Kat

 I swallowed the pill.

Almost straight away the symptoms subsided and I felt normal again.


'Lets go to bed' Kat said seductively

As she stripped off I saw her naked for the first time, her
perfectly shaped form with its curvy hips and breasts that jutted
proud from her athletic body. My passion grew as she lay down
beside me.

As she kissed me, her breast touched my chest, inviting me to
stroke it, but as soon as I felt it's warm firmness I recoiled. 
'What's up -- not woman enough for you?' she whispered

'That's the trouble I keep thinking about what it would be like to
own a pair I said'

'Come on You've waited a year for me' 

'Ok I'll try'

As my hand stroked her smooth,shapely form she began to stroke my
back, which sent tingles down my spine. As she placed my hands on
her heaving bosom and I felt their warm firmness I again thought
of feeling them on me. 

'It's no good' I said.

'What' she whispered.

'Here I am with the woman I love and have waited a year for and
nothing. I feel utterly cold and very un-sexy'

'Why'

'I don't know I'm trying but I just can't seem to be able to
concentrate or even get excited'

'She's probably bluffing' Kat Said

'I know but I guess I'm not a great lover when I'm sick'

'Let's try again'

'Ok' I said

I stared at her chest,heaving away and at her nipples which were
erect, and went to start over.  But it was no good. Not so much of
a spark.

'I'm sorry I just can't help thinking about it'
After that we could no longer be passionate about each other.  That
horrible curse hung over us like the sword of Damocles.

'She must have been bluffing' Kat said.  "You seem fine now.

I awoke with pins and needles around four am

'Kat, wake up'

'What?'

'I have pins and needles'

'What?'

'I think it's the drug..'

'Probably just slept funny' Kat groaned

Groggily I got up and limped sleepily to the bathroom.  Through a
sleepy haze I was sure that one leg was much thinner than the
other.  'KAT!'

She came into the bathroom took one look and screamed.

That had the effect of waking me from my slumber. I stared down at
my right leg.  Still in my dreamy state, I couldn't help but admire
the smooth, muscular thigh that did seem to go on forever. As my
eyes moved down my leg they went past a delicate kneecap and onto
a long thin and shapely ankle. My right foot was much smaller than
my left, with delicate and dainty feminine toes.  I wiggled my
right foot and this masterpiece of a womanly limb moved with it. I
felt an erection grow as I looked down at a wonderful womanly leg. 
Somehow this leg looked familiar, but it wasn't until I  noticed a
small mole on the calf muscle that I remembered that Elizabeth had
one just the same 

'Noo,' I sobbed, 'its true'

I went to the sink and used the cold water treatment to fully wake
myself and looked at my right leg again, this time in more detail.
Sitting on the bath, I stretched it out, still amazed that this
shapely limb was attached to my body.

I looked at the delicate foot, which was about size 7. The big
toe-nail was slightly square.  If I remembered correctly Elizabeth
had the same. My hands moved up over the smooth thin ankle and up
to the gently curving foreleg. Again  my hand rested upon the knee,
which blended into the leg itself. My eyes and hand moved over the
slim muscular thigh, and turning it over noticed how the tendons
pulled the calf muscles into a taut curve. The mole was still
there, which meant I hadn't been dreaming, and furthermore meant
that I now had a woman's leg. 

'My God!' Kat spoke for the first time. 'It's true.  What can we do
now?'

'I don't know but how can I possibly cope with this?' And at this
I pinched my new leg hoping it would revert back.  But all that
happened was that it hurt.
  
'Try and get some rest -- we will talk in the morning' Kat said.

'Fat chance! I don't know how you can be so calm when your husband
is slowly going to turn into his ex-fiancee.'

'We don't know that!  And even so, I told you I love you for you.
Now go to sleep.'

I went back to bed but hardly got any sleep.  My hand was
constantly feeling the smooth shapely limb that I had now got.

4. Addiction.
==========

For a single moment when I awoke I thought it had all been a
horrible dream, and indeed I still thought that until the sight of
a smooth, firm thigh greeted me as I stood up.

'It's a good job that Elizabeth was the same height -- otherwise
walking would have been difficult' Kat joked. 

'How can you be so insensitive?' I shouted.

'I'm only trying to look on the positive side.'

That day my temperature returned, but determined not to let it
spoil our day, we went out.  'I can't wear these anymore,' I sobbed
as I threw out my swimming trunks and shorts.  So I put on my light
brown pants, thankfully it wasn't until I bent or sat down the full
shapeliness of my leg was revealed and even then you would *really*
have to look. After all, how many men walk around with masculine
and feminine legs?

About 2pm my fever got worse and we had to make our way back from
the busy marketplace to the hotel. I collapsed on the bed exhausted
both physically and mentally.

'It's starting again I can feel it'

'Resist it'

'I'm OK for the moment but I don't know about tomorrow.' 

Night came. I went into a fitful,painful sleep.  The next day was
a haze of pain, fear, and an ever-present, nagging desire for one
of the pills.

'Maybe we should try and find her,' Kat said. 'She must be able to
change you back.'

'She is so far over the edge that I don't think she would listen. 
Anyway I suspect she has changed her appearance anyway. She could
be anyone by now'.

'What makes you say that?'

'If you were going to create a doppleganger of yourself there is
always the possibility that the other you could wreck your life as
revenge'

'So she could be anyone and long gone'

'Yep,' I coughed, my resistance failing.

My sleep that night was even worse as I drifted in and out of
consciousness. My only relief came from Kat who loyally stayed by
my side giving me water and trying to reduce my temperature with a
cold, wet cloth.

Morning came and I felt much better.

'So it was a bluff. If I stick it out for three days the symptoms
go away,' I called gleefully. 'I can live with a single female leg,
as my testosterone will soon cause it to look normal again.' I was
feeling euphoric.

'Kat,Kat, come here! I feel much better! We did it!,' I shouted.

Kat came in looking pale, drawn and terribly guilty.

'I...I'm sorry,' she sobbed

'What for? I feel normal again.'

'Your pulse was almost gone and I thought you were going to die, so
I had to.' She sobbed.

I felt as though I had been kicked in the gut. No, she wouldn't,
couldn't.

'I didn't take a pill'

'Yes you did. I gave it to you'

'WHAT!!'

'You were dying! I had to!'

'You stupid bitch, Elizabeth wouldn't let me die.  That would be
too easy an escape.  What number did you give me?'

'Four.'

'how long ago?'

'About four hours.'

'I can't believe you did this, this is exactly what SHE wanted to
happen she knew you loved me too much to let me suffer, she knew
that you would give in. She knew that it was by your hand you would
make me a woman. Get away.  Leave me for a while.'

'OK, only until you cool down,' and with that she went out of the
door.

I got up to go to the toilet and wondered if this was the last time
I would be able to go standing up. After going through the motions
I felt well enough to go out and I really needed a walk. I didn't
know how long it would take the pill to have an effect so I decided
that It would be better to wait until I knew what part  of
Elizabeth I would acquire. I didn't have to wait long.

As I walked back to the bed my left leg suddenly went weak at the
knee and I crashed to the floor. Underneath the material of my
pants I could see the flesh rippling as muscles were being
reshaped. Ripping off my pants I saw the now familiar womanly thigh
being formed on my other leg. Pins and Needles shot through my body
as bones and sinew began to reshape. My toes seemed to melt into my
foot only to re-emerge much smaller. The foot began to ripple as
tendons and muscles reshaped into another size 7 foot, the pain
increased as the flesh on my foreleg began to  bubble. Slowly but
surely the shape of my right leg was being mirrored on my left.

The pain subsided as did the morphing of my? leg. I looked with
disbelief at two wonderful, shapely and very feminine legs. At that
moment Kat burst in 'crying 'I'm sorry!' She took one look at my
now very female legs and said 'Thank God it was only your leg that
was changed.'

'What! here I am with legs that could grace any catwalk and no end
in sight until I become my ex-fiancee.  How can you be thankful?'

'What if your dick had changed? At least now we can still
consummate our union.'

'Sex is the last thing I want to think about right now'

'We might not have another chance'

'I don't care!  Every time I look at you I think about what I am
becoming and who did it to me, I imagine what it will be like to
have breasts and ...'

'Being a woman isn't so bad. I told you we can adjust to this'

'OK right, imagine that you are being forced little by little into
something that you are not, have no experience of and still
retaining your identity.  That is what I am going thru.  In any
case how would you feel being in a lesbian relationship?'

'As long as it was you I wouldn't care.  In fact if have a pair of
garters with me, if you would like to try them on, they really
would show off your new pins quite magnificently, and they do turn
me on'

'Fuck off'

'Face it you are becoming a woman and there is nothing we can do
apart from learn to live with it, and it starts with you trying on
some garters'

'FUCK OFF'

This started a coughing fit. I couldn't believe the change in Kat!
Here she was actually saying that me turning into Elizabeth was a
good thing.  I did think she had a point but then she wasn't the
one sitting here with two very un-masculine legs. Well she was but
she had, had un-masculine legs all her life.

'No Sex, not now I feel very drained I must go to bed.'

'OK The offer of the garters is still open'

I knew she was joking this time so I just stuck my tongue out and
went to bed.

Of course the next day my temperature came back and I felt well
enough to examine my new leg further. It was exactly the same shape
as my right but I did notice that a scar that Elizabeth had on her
left knee from a cycling accident was not on mine.

'Why is that' Kat Said

'It's because genetically I have Elizabeth's legs.  Scars aren't
genetic so therefore I don't have one. The mole is so I do'
  
5. Self-Control.
============

The next day and the fever was back. I had begun to notice a
pattern. During the second day the fever was at its height
particularly during the night and would become worse after that.
I also knew that Elizabeth wouldn't intentionally allow me to die,
but my body must eventually become so wracked with pain that either
Kat or myself would administer the pill. I also judged that my body
wasn't being given enough time to recover.  If we pushed the limits
of my endurance it made death thru physical trauma a distinct
possibility. This meant I had about another twelve hours before I
would start to lapse into potentially lethal fever. Kat had
obviously been thinking the same.

'What are we going to do' I said

 Kat said, 'We must now have a plan of action. The letter stated
that you would have ten days after fully becoming Elizabeth to find
the antidote. This means that she must be waiting to send something
that would give you a clue to its location.'

'That follows.  Hang on a minute!  Are you suggesting you let me
turn into Elizabeth and then zoom off hoping to find a cure that
may or may not exist.'

'Yes'

'I detest these,' and I pointed to my legs, now crossed. For an
instant I lusted after the curves of thigh over thigh and the
smooth shapes before my eyes. I realised that these 'dream' legs
were actually mine. That stopped my lust dead in its tracks. 'How
do think I'm going to feel when breasts start bobbing up and down
after every step, how do you think I'll feel when I reach down to
get my dick out of my pants to piss and meet only warm,moist
flesh,' I continued.

'It could be fun,' Kat said

'What could?'

'You know girls together and all that'

'KAT!'

'I know I said we had to wait, because we are special.  But some
honeymoon is better than none!'

'I suppose...' I agreed 

'I was serious about making love last night'

'So was I but I just don't seem to be able to,' I said
despondantly.

'Anyway, sex from the other perspective would improve our sex
enormously when you get changedback'

'Yeeessss.' Again passive agreement and then the impact as to what
I was agreeing to hit me.

'WAIT A SEC I DON'T WANT TO BE A WOMAN' I shouted at her

'Look lets be rational here.  Let me outline my thoughts to you, so
keep quiet and listen' Kat said

'OK but I still don't like it'

'LISTEN!' she hissed

'One. The antidote cannot be outside of Egypt,' Kat stated in a
lecture tone of voice.

'Why?'

'Whose passport do you have?'

'Mine'

'Whose photo is on the front?'

'Ah I see, I cannot leave the country as Elizabeth because I won't
have Elizabeth's passport and visa.'

'Exactly'

'But what if she mails them to us when all the pills are gone?'

'That is the only flaw but that brings me to the second point'

'Pretty big flaw, So I have ten days to find an antidote that could
in fact be anywhere on the planet otherwise it's hello girls'

'Two. Elizabeth must be in Egypt' said Kat patiently 

'Why?'

'Where better to gloat over her handiwork, look at the post mark on
this parcel'

'So it's local. A hospital will buy a lot of minions'

'She's out for revenge remember'

'OK, I'll go along with that one'

I checked my watch just under 10 hours to go.

'Lots of time left' Kat said

'Three. She wants you to suffer so that must mean she must be
nearby to watch but to give you enough hope not to give up the
search once the ten days have started. This means the antidote must
be real'

'OK You've convinced me But I still despise the thought of being a
woman and I will fight it with every fibre of my being. I don't go
along with just taking all the pills in the hope that she will give
us enough of a clue to revert me back. I AM going to fight this.'
I stated it as though my life depended on it, which it did.

'I am now coming onto that. I will not let you get to the point
where you are in danger of death because your poor body cannot cope
with the stress. Therefore I will give you a pill whenever you
start to lapse into coma'.

'The thought of more of me being like THIS repulses me, but let me
choose when to take a pill. 'At the 'this' I again gestured to my
legs(Thigh over Thigh, STOP IT).

'I had been thinking along the same lines' I admitted.

'OK I will agree but if you try to hold out past a danger point I
will override and force you to take one.'

So by current reckoning I had....Let me see...9 hours left until
the next pill, that means there will be seven pills left. At two
days a pill that gives me just over fourteen days before I am
Elizabeth Bexley. However at what point will I be female, when
breasts grow, when I have a vagina, womb or is gender just a state
of mind? Ten days after that will mean either happily ever after
or.. No, the other is just too unthinkable.

Kat said, 'Plenty of time -- just under a month to E day.' 

How does Kat know what I am thinking? Women's intuition?

'Listen I want to go for a walk to see if anyone saw anything a few
days ago', I know I should have gone earlier but this has knocked
us all out of sorts' Kat said and with this she went out of the
room.

end Fury 1/4
Vickie Tern@AOL.COM

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