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Hell Hath No Fury 2/4

'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.

Alone, with only five hours to go before the pain really started,
I started to think logically.

If I can last two days with after taking one pill maybe taking two
pills will extend it past a week. Some of the drug must still be
left in me after the changes in order to stop the fever. So now
three days was the most I went without, and that was the limit and
I become very uncomfortable after two and half days. So if I take
two pills then I should be able to last at least five days, maybe
even six. Which means that my total male time remaining would be 7
* 2=14, or if I took two pills and they lasted me five days it
would be 7/2=3.5 pills multiplied by 5 equals 17.5 days which buys
me 3 and a half extra days.

Three hours later and Kat had not yet returned.  Well what have I
got left to lose I thought. Your dick for a start came the reply
from inside me.

I will take two pills to see if I can overload the drug to extend
the time I have available.

Let me think. Pills three and four gave me her legs, so which ones
won't give me tits and a cunt. I didn't know how Elizabeth would
number the pills so I taking a glass of water and trying not to
spill any as the fever was beginning to get a grip on my I took
pills' five and six in quick succession.
I erupted in spasm only to pass out

Five hours later A very concerned Kat was standing over me

'What did you do, You took one didn't you'

'No, two,' and I explained my reasoning to her

'You stupid idiot 'she shrieked, 'Can't you see the narcotic is
adjusting your thought patterns and probably your maths to allow it
to fool you into speeding up the transformation. That's how
Elizabeth was to stop you from dying, by making the drug seduce you
into giving your body enough time to rest by making you take a
multiple dose.'

'What have I done' I sobbed.

'How long?'

'About five hours'

'Can I stay and watch?' she asked with a curious look.

'You are sick!'

'No just curious,' she said with a mischievous grin.

At that moment I was kicked in the gut by a mule, at least it felt
like that. My mouth started to froth as I convulsed in pain. Wave
after wave of mule kicks made me lose consciousness.

I awoke sometime later. 'Which bit,' I rasped'

'That was amazing! I have never seen anything like it' Kat said.

I reached for my dick and the relief of finding him still there was
immeasurable. I then reached up to feel for breasts but all that
met my hands my smooth skin. Phew no tits!  Wait a minute. Smooth
Skin!

I stood up and dashed to a mirror. 

What greeted me there was a shock -- round but firm muscular
shoulders sat above a smooth hairless, slim form. They were the
kind of shoulders that came from lots of time in the gym, but not
macho in any shape of form.There were no breasts or hips to
emphasise the womanly shape, but the rounded, sylph form of
Elizabeth's body stared back at me.

'No no no what was I thinking!" I sobbed'

Kats fingers traced the lines of my now womanly shoulder blades.

I recoiled away

'I thought you took two pills' she said
'I did'
'But only one thing changed'

This is a pretty big thing I sobbed' I noticed for the first time
how my belly seemed to go in, forming a tight, muscled flat
stomach.

'At least your navel has stayed the same, although the shape of
your stomach makes it smaller and much more cute' Kat Stated.

'Navels aren't genetic remember'

I ran my hand over the smooth skin of my new body.  This sent
tingles down my spine and once again I felt aroused. However,
seeing those curved, rounded shoulders, flat stomach, and flat,
thin hairless chest soon turned me off.

'What is up with me. How can I be a normal woman if I catch myself
ogling my legs and body?'  I just noticed my collarbone was more
visible now and seemed to want to try and connect to thankfully
non-existent breasts.

'You took two pills.  You must have another part to go'

'No way! I need to go bad ' I said.

Sitting on the toilet looking down at my sylph shaped body I
wondered where and how it was going to end. I actually knew where
it was going to end. Me ending up being female, but the other issue
was how Kat would react to sleeping with a woman. The thought of
even kissing a man caused me almost to vomit.

Wait a minute! PAIN! crunch of bone!, I looked down I my shapely,
firm thighs only to notice that my hips were suddenly much smaller.

'Kat' I gasped and I rolled off the seat.
She rushed in. 'Oh my God' she screamed.

The flesh was rippling around my hips whilst inside me several
rhinos were trying to escape. I clutched my abdomen in pain.

'Ahhh my belly!' I sobbed.

'That must be your womb forming.'

The flesh movements were subsiding where I could see them, but the
sensation from my ass had increased.

'Turn round,' Kat Said and she showed me the view of my rear in the
mirror my buttocks were re-forming, becoming tighter, smaller and
much, much more feminine. The rippling stopped. Nice ass, I
thought, but the rhinos reminded me that it was now mine.

I stood up still weak and sweaty.  Thankfully the rhinos had
stopped. Which gave me time to examine the changes. In front of the
full length mirror stood a very peculiar sight --  a titless,
fannyless woman stood in front with muscular arms and a very
non-feminine face. Smooth graceful curves went from my rounded
shoulders past my chest and dipped in at just the right point. My
hips caused the classic hourglass figure whilst my long legs now
seemed to be far more at home curving gracefully into my hips.

The taut muscular stomach now blended into a bulge in the pubic
area which I with horror assumed must be my womb. Turning round I
saw how my ass was firmer, much more shaped, and indeed would
probably have won 'rear of the year'. Each cheek was delicately
shaped with just enough curve to cause yet another curve from my
the small of my back to ass.

'Oh no no no no no,' I sobbed. 'Apart from a few bits I am a woman
now.' More sobbing as I broke down in tears.

'Don't be silly you may have curves in all the right places now but
look you are still male.  You still have a dick, your face is
hardly girlish, and not many women have arms as hairy as yours,'
Kat tried to console me

'You don't understand!  If I have a womb it now means that I am
producing female hormones which will cause me to grow breasts and
become more ladylike'

'Yes but your testosterone will fight that and tests have shown
that testosterone will cancel out any excess female hormones.'

'How did you know that?'

'What?  You think I never I read anything before?'

'Sorry, look I am really stressed about this. I thought I could
cope until this change. This is the point of no return. I must try
and adjust, but I find I cannot. I look in the mirror or at my legs
and see HER, not me, HER.'

Kat hugged me and her fingers ran comforting circles around the
small of my back. I could feel her breasts heaving against my
smooth skin and again the moment was spoiled as I pulled away.

'What?' she said

'I'm sorry I loathe anything female now. I feel your breasts
against my chest and imagine waking up to find I've got them too,
you deciding you cannot live with me, me trying to fit in being a
woman but failing. Look at this.'

I stood up and walked across the room. I was aware of my hips
swaying but tried to put it out of my mind. 

'See the REAL Elizabeth walked with such grace and posture that she
seemed to float, but look at me -- I just waddle. I'm an in-between
trapped now between two worlds and I just want my old life back'

'With that figure you look more in my camp than yours' Kat said.

'I know' I sobbed.

'Look, let's get some sleep. I still want to sleep with you and if
it helps you can wear my black teddy and garters. I know that turns
men on, me as well thinking about it.'

'We've had this conversation before'

'Yes but not when the chances of you being able to make love to me
properly have dropped from ten to one to six to one.

'Just let me rest -- this is the worst day of my life.' I was
feeling utterly tired and again my normal healthy desires were out
to lunch.

I awoke early morning much refreshed and decided to venture
outside. I tried on one of my old shirts but it was now far too
loose, and hung on my new body like and old sack. A T-shirt was no
good as it showed every curve of my new shape, and although I once
again looked lustfully at the body under that shirt reality soon
struck back. Pants were another problem. My normal size didn't fit
anymore and even when the belt was fastened as tight as it would go
they still either looked ridiculous or extremely baggy.

Kat had been watching my 'fashion show' with some concern but also
she was a little amused.

'Do you want to try something of mine?'

'No that would be giving in to what is happening to me, the moment
I try on women's clothes I am admitting what I am becoming and that
I refuse to do.'

'Dressing up can be fun' Kat Said

'Maybe put I can't pass as a woman even if I wanted to. My hair is
too short,my hands too big, and...and why am I even thinking this?'

'Because you are trying to adapt to your situation and are willing
to give it a try'

'LISTEN' I hissed.

'What?'

'I will repeat again. I will resist this with all my might. I am
facing a craving for something that will destroy our life together.
I cannot give in to it,' I added with passion. 

'Fair enough.  Do you want me to see what I can buy for you? I need
to take your measurements.'

'I know them waist 36,inside leg..'

'No your new measurements with a body that shape. Now I have to
take hip and waist'

'OK' I said defeated.

'Let me see waist 24' hips 36' At least Elizabeth is perfectly
proportioned'

'Remember nothing female, no skirts, no leotards'

'This IS Egypt.  It is not done for a lady to show her legs or
ankles in public, so I will buy pants for you.'

An hour later she was back carrying a couple of bags. 'Here try
these on,' and she threw me a pair of stretch jeans. 'These are
women's jeans,' I protested'

'You have a women's body shape now, men's just won't fit now'

I reluctantly put them on and did them up. The first thing I
noticed was how much a bulge my dick made in them, but I had no
desire to see that go.  Turning round I saw my ass, well,
Elizabeth's ass in these tight jeans, and as I looked in the full
length mirror I again thought 'God She looks good in those.' 

'Look cute don't you' Kat said

Again my lust was jolted back to reality. 'Why do I fancy myself
every time I look in the mirror?'

'That's easy, it's because inside you are a normal hetro-male even
though the outside is beginning to look decidedly the opposite. Try
these on,' and Kat threw me a shirt and some sandals.

The shirt tried to hide my curves but it would be obvious to anyone
who looked closely that men shouldn't have curves where I had. The
sandals were the most satisfactory thing.  It was only the size of
my feet that gave anything away.

 Fully clothed for the first time in days, I ventured outside, the
sunlight was bright and the day gloriously hot. We did the normal
things tourists do in Egypt pyramids and Sphinx tombs, and for two
glorious days it seemed as though nothing had happened. Yes, my new
body got some strange looks from the more observant. I still
refused to sleep with Kat as I knew that sooner or later more
drastic changes would occur. The sex situation was not helped by my
distinct lack of sex drive.

Don't think for a minute I had accepted my fate. I detested every
waggle of hip, every curve, every part of my new body. I had to go
along for Kat's sake. I must say though that she has been taking it
very well, but I hate to think what will happen later on. Kat
stated her disbelief that I was still in denial over this but
then I am who I am or should that be I am who I was. Still, seize
the day.

In fact the fever hadn't returned after the third day and it looked
as though my theory was right. Kat Suggested that it was because my
body needed time to recuperate and that the fever wouldn't return
until it was safe to do so.

'If it does I am taking two at a time again, these past few days
were the best I have felt since it all began' I said to Kat 

'No I want you male as long as I can! How can you be so selfish? I
have needs too you know.'

Two more days passed, which made a total of five days in which I
felt OK.

'I'm bushed' I said.

'Me too, want to go to bed?'

'Sleep yes, Sex no'

'I can't wait forever you know, neither can you!. I may be able to
fondle you and caress you when you are Elizabeth but you won't be
able to screw me'

'Please I must deal with this in my own way'

'You haven't been dealing with it at all. Everytime it is 'I can't
cope', 'being a woman is worse than being dead', 'how can I fancy
myself 'or 'No I won't screw you because I remind you of what you
may/are becoming' 

'I waited a year to sleep with you.  Can't you wait a little
longer'

'Any longer and we will be sharing Tampons,' and with that she
stormed off.

Sitting in bed looking at my shapely legs, the curve of my hips and
slenderness of body I realised that I had been selfish and that I
would make it up to her when she returned.

The next morning the fever returned but Kat was nowhere to be
found. I was too unwell to venture out, and in any case if I left
the room she might come back, get the wrong idea, and then leave,
this time for good. So I stayed put.

Room service delivered dinner but again no Kat, so I ate in silence
and pain. About 10pm I crashed out.  Morning came and with it the
now familiar cravings. A thought popped into my head -- take a pill
that'll show her. But I was wise now to this Narcotics trick, and
stubbornly refused to give in.

Six pm and still no Kat, and this time I could bear it no more.
Taking a class of water I swallowed pill number seven. The pill
seemed a little larger than the others, and I had to take two goes
to get it down. Now I just wait.

I looked into the jar and saw only FOUR pills left. Quickly I
tipped them out and counted them.  Pill's ten,nine,one,two where
was eight? The extra large pill! Eight must have been stuck to
seven.

'Oh fuck,fuck,fuck,Oh Kat Where are you...'

Three hours later and still no Kat and no changes.  This meant that
I would know what parts of me were to change in the next three
hours. The fever subsided after another half hour. I sat on the bed
completely naked just waiting for the inevitable.

There was no pain, just an ache in my arms. As I tried to write a
sorry note I dropped the pen on the floor. Reaching out for it with
my left hand I noticed slender fingers on an even more delicate
hand, a surgeon's hand. As I noticed this the hairs on my left arm
fell out and muscles began to reshape into a more delicate form. I
saw that my elbow now had that cute little dimple that Elizabeth
had. My left arm was now much more in line with the rest of me. 
The muscles seemed to flow much more gracefully into my rounded
shoulders, and my hand and nails were just as I remembered
Elizabeth's to be. I was so taken in by the changes that had
occurred to my left arm it wasn't until I put a hand to feel it's
smooth, soft skin that I realised that BOTH my arms had changed. 

I had to think rationally, I had dodged a bullet so to speak this
time but the countdown to cunt time was getting shorter, where was
Kat?

(OK THINK!!)

There were ten pills and there are now four left, six parts of me
now resembled those of Dr Elizabeth Bexley which means that each
limb and body part must be a pill.

Pill inventory time..

Pill's three and four  had given me her legs (Thigh Over Thigh
again NO) -- Pills five and six gave me these wretched curves and
a womb -- Pills' seven and eight(by mistake) gave me her slender
arms.  This must mean that one of the remaining pills must change
my face, neck, and my god voice! I had admired that voice for
years. (Concentrate..)

One must be the coup-de-grace -- the one that condemns me to
womanhood.  The next two, of course a breast each.  But which was
which?

The next day to my horror the fever returned. Kat was right -- it
was the drug that determined how long it took for withdrawal
symptoms to show, not the amount of pills taken. Kat where are you
Kat.

My body had gone through some major changes but arms were minor so
it figures that the only large one left was my head and dick. I
cannot now think straight as the fever hits in waves.

I lay on the bed calling Kat's name but still she did not come.
Some hours later I had to take another pill but which one, My limbs
came in pairs so breasts must come in pairs of pills as well that
means, shit both nine and ten and one and two are pairs never mind
I must take one. Taking the glass of water I shut my eyes and
popped a pill into my mouth and swallowed it. Quickly counting  the
three pill's remaining showed me that I had swallowed number nine.

Seven hours after taking pill nine and just after I though that
must be a dud my head felt as though it was being hit by a very
large brick. I rushed to the mirror.

Through the pain I realised that I last I was going to LOOK like my
ex-fiancee.  I couldn't speak and my head was in a whirl. Bones
crunch! and my face is now oval in shape, my normal square chin
gone, replaced by a rounder, softer one.

My womanly hands clutch at my nose as I can feel it reshape and
form HERS.
Pain in my gums indicate that my teeth are being reshaped whilst my
lips reform to form HER pout. In a moment of calm I notice my ears
look different, they are HER ears.

I go blind for what seems an eternity as stabbing pains shoot
through my eyeballs. When I blurrily look in the mirror I saw my
once brown eyes are definitely blue with a touch of gray. My
normally thickish eyebrows now form a frame for a lovely yet
terribly familiar face. I pull at my hair which is now growing
auburn at the roots as my entire scalp itches. I can now speak but
the voice is not my own. Somewhere Elizabeth is calling 'no no no'
The full lips in the mirror match the sound and I now OWN that
voice.
The hair by now has grown until is reaches my shoulders and it's
strange sensation on my curved form adds yet more pain. The hair is
matted by sweat but there is no doubt that I now look exactly like
Elizabeth.

I see delicate hands move up to the full pouting lips. (Thats
strange -- I can feel hands on my mouth). They move to the oval,
high cheekboned face and trace the contours with a finger(that's
even odder why is there no stubble?).

'No this can't be me' Elizabeths voice says again the lips in the
mirror match the words After what seems like hours I begin to
realise that any pretence of being a man died with that pill.
Breasts and even a fanny can be hidden but a face like this, not a
chance.

The full impact of the changes over the past few weeks came to me
at that moment. I had been kidding myself this was how I was going
to look now and Kat had been right we should have made the most of
it but where is she?
But I was/AM a man how could I let Elizabeth  do this do me?

 As I sat naked, feeling my new hair brush against my shoulders,
despair began to weigh on me. My life, my marriage was over.  Kat
in spite of all her platitudes had no real desire to sleep with a
woman, she was no lesbian. But what was I?  I could never fancy a
man and the thought of even kissing one recoiled. I still fancied
women. Yes, I know that lesbian relationships can be sexually
satisfying.  But I am man!  My instincts are to  penetrate not be
penetrated.

I noticed that Kat had left a bottle of champagne in the fridge,
and I opened it with much difficulty (of course I was stronger when
I had MY arms).

Several glasses later I was feeling much worse, not drunk,
depressed, and I just wanted to end it, the whole thing.  Let me be
a woman -- I don't care anymore..

Staring at the pill jar and the glass the choice was easily made.
Pills'  one and ten followed quickly after each other and as I sank
down into a fitful sleep I dreamed of better days when I knew which
bathroom to go in.

Morning came and I awoke I thought I heard Kat return. I leapt out
of bed but instantly regretted it as two large breasts bounced
heavily on my chest.
I did what any right thinking man would do. I screamed.

Gingerly I put a womanly hand to my right breast. Its warm,
sensitive firmness surprised me. I had felt tits before but never
on me. It's weight surprised me as did exactly how sensual it felt.
Gingerly I took my hand away and it flopped back down again,
causing a strange sensation. I studied them in more detail than was
perhaps healthy, but these were MY breasts and it was not natural
for a man to have them.

They jutted out from my chest as though they wanted to be separate
from me, their round shapes forming a definite cleavage. The
nipples were pink but small and the areolas were a darker color.
Again my hand touched a nipple and it almost made me jump at the
sensation. The nipples began to swell, and in fact if this was a
woman, I would have to say a woman in arousal. But then again the
swelling in my jeans must mean something. Anyway, going back to my
breasts I rubbed them with another hand and let out a small
whimper.

'Steady on, you'll wear them out' Kat said.
  
end 2/4

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