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Hell Hath No Fury Part 5 of 37
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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.

This brought me back to me senses.  'Oh Kat,' I said. 'I've been so
stupid.  I'm sorry I said all those things'

'The thing about sharing Tampons I'm sorry too'

I broke down in tears. 'With these I am a woman now' and I pointed
to my breasts which now hung down, jutting away from my womanly
body.

'Are you a proper woman or just a she-male?'

'She-male?'

'Yes it means you have womanly everything apart from the pussy, the
vagina.'

'I that case I am a she-male'

'Let me look at you properly, come over here'

I walked over to her (did these things ever stay still!)

'Judging by the way you look, Elizabeth was even more beautiful
than you told me.  How could you have ever left her for me. I am
dowdy in comparison.'

'You are the most kind, beautiful woman I have ever met. Elizabeth,
yes had beauty, money and all the thing's society looks for but I
didn't love her and that was the most important thing'

'So you don't regret jilting her for me?'

'My heart says no, but after all this I don't know.  Being married
to someone you don't love is bad enough but BEING the person you
don't love is much worse.

'Come over and stand in front of the mirror' Kat said.

'I know what and who I look like. My tits should make that obvious'

'Come over here!,Who do you see?'

I obeyed her and stood in front of the mirror. I was familiar by
now with all the curves and smooth shapes that assaulted my mind
and my senses. What I wasn't prepared for was just how female
having breasts makes one look. They were still there of course,
hanging from my chest. I realised that I was correct in thinking
that my collarbone served to almost set a frame for them!. As I
moved Elizabeth's reflection moved. As I stared down at my heaving
chest my breasts moved in unison with my every breath, their shape
changing subtley as my lungs pumped in and out. The nipples were
again swollen, seemingly aroused, but that feeling was the least
thing I felt. Standing in front of the mirror, except for a small
flaccid piece of male flesh, was Elizabeth, my ex-fiancee.

'Elizabeth,' I sobbed. 'I see Elizabeth'

'I don't!  I see YOU. I came back to tell you I have found the clue
and it looks like I found it a few days early. This will give us a
head start'

'I could kiss you' I said

'Later honey.  Here it is' and she read from a small scrap of paper

The indelible mark of the hydra on a hated form will lead you to a
place of pleasure and pain. To get the answer you must submit to
the hydra and become one with it. Then and Only then will the next
answer be revealed. 

'Is that it? Wait a sec -- NEXT Answer?'

'I presume she wants to make a chase of it'

'What's all this hydra,mark crap'

 'I have no Idea' Said Kat. 'I had hoped to work it out as soon as
I found it but I just couldn't' she continued.

'Being like this and having these still doesn't mean I want to be
a woman' I said.

'When did you take the last pill?' asked Kat

'Last night but the smaller the changes the quicker the cravings
return' I said 

'As far as changes go I would say they are average size changes,'
added Kat, tongue very much in cheek.

'What do you mean -- these are huge. I feel as though I am going to
tilt forward'

'Don't be silly mine are nearly the same size and they feel
perfectly natural' Kat said

'But.."' I tried to say.

'I don't want to talk about anatomy anymore just now.  If we are
going to go looking for this clue we have to get you some more
clothes,' Kat added

'No ladies clothes' I said firmly

'OK put your pants and shirt on and you will see what I mean'

I pulled on the jeans, my breasts moving as pulled them on. Every
time I put them on I felt lustful about the shapes underneath the
denim.  But the feeling of horror was always greater.

'Now put the shirt on' Kat said'

I put the shirt on and did the buttons up, my hand brushed against
warm,curved flesh which sent tingles down me. As the last buttons
were done up I looked down at two mounds which pulled the shirt
outwards and made my new shape VERY obvious.

I pressed my hands on my breasts,ignoring their fleshy firmness,
and tried to make them shrink back in so no-one could tell. 

'They won't go away you know.  Go and look in the mirror now' Kat
said.  

I knew what I would see Dr Elizabeth Bexley in jeans and a shirt.

Staring at my? reflection in the mirror and staring at my oval,
beautiful face, feeling my breasts heave, pressing against my
shirt, I knew what was coming next and said so.

'I can't wear male clothes again, I would look completely stupid,
just like a woman wearing men's clothes' I sobbed.

'That's what I was going to say' Kat said

'I promised that I would never wear anything female, I will say
that again'

'When you said that you could have passed as a man.  Things have
changed, you have changed. In order to turn you back you have to
pass as a woman -- otherwise you will create suspicion.'

'OK but I refuse to wear a bra'

'You will find it more distracting without one, and besides, the
sight of two unbound breasts bouncing along will get you more male
attention than you want' Kat advised.

'Look I am really tired and want to go to bed' I said

'I really want to make love to you as my husband, not wife.  You
have maybe a day left -- maybe two -- before that is no longer
possible.  And if we should fail'

'We won't Can't'

'IF we should fail I would like to remember you inside me just
once.' she said

Kat looked at that moment so frail,so tired and so fraught that I
had to agree.

'OK you win'

'I want to make love my way' she said

'What's that?'

I want you to put on my black teddy and garters

'If that's the deal no way'

'Think of how turned on you are when you see a woman wearing them.
You said yourself that you fancied yourself.  Give into your
fantasy just this once.'

'OK where are they?'

She went into the bedroom and came back a short time later carrying
garters and a teddy that looked as though it wouldn't stretch round
a thimble let alone a body

'Oh by the way. Take this' Kat said as she handed me some gray
looking powder

'What is it'
'Some Arabian aphrodisiac. It should help'

I put it into a glass of water and watched it dissolve. Although it
tasted foul I felt much better in THAT sense.

'Let me dress you' she said

'OK'

She put her arms around my slim waist and fastened the garter belt
at the back. It seemed to emphasise the dip of my waist and curve
of hip.

'Lift your leg up please' she said as her hands sensually moved
down the slender,musclar shapes of my thigh and ankle.

Before I noticed I felt nylon on my foot, it's smooth caress
seducing me.

Kat now rolled the black stocking up past my knee and up to my
thigh. I stared at the shape the black material made so real, how
each muscle's shape was somehow enhanced by the stocking I now
wore.

Kat attached the clips to the front and rear and gave my ass a
seductive stroke as she did so.

'Now the other one' she crooned.

As she put the other stocking on me, in the same erotic manner and
fastened them up. My already erect penis was trying to expand
beyond it's capacity.

'Now for this' as she waved the teddy in front of me 'Normally this
wouldn't fit on a man but then you are no ordinary man are you?'

I made no comment still in awe of the view of my legs encased in
black,stocking'd nylon. Kat suddenly pulled the teddy up passed my
dick causing it almost to be squashed into itself. The smooth black
silk went passed my waist,stomach and -- what was that!  Kat
caressed my breasts into the teddy and my arms went instinctively
under the shoulder straps.

Kat took my hand we went into the bedroom.

No sooner had I laid down beside her she kissed me with a passion
that I had not expected, her hand brushed aside my long auburn hair
as our tongues met. I could feel her warm,naked breasts rub against
my own under the silky teddy. 
'You don't mind this?' I whispered.
'What?'
'Kissing a woman'
'You're not a woman yet, you're my husband'

With this her hand traced the line of my back and finished up
gently stroking my shapely, firm rear. I could feel the sweat
beginning to form on my cleavage and looking down at my breasts saw
that the nipples were very obvious under the material of the teddy.
Her hand moved downwards and I felt it's touch on the nylon of my
stockings all the time the other hand was stroking my smooth face.

My hand stoked the curve of her hip and I compared it to my own, my
hand moved down and stroked her inside leg.  Her hand did the same
to mine and we were soon tracing and comparing the very female
curves we both had.

She put my hand on her bosom and I felt her heart beat fast under
the warm,fleshy firmness of her breast. I stopped for a moment.

'What! not cold feet again,' she said.
'No it's too late for that.  But will you love me when I have one
of these?'  And I quickly reached down and touched the warm, moist
slit between her legs.

She moaned, 'Go on please, yes, yes,' and I wondered what it would
feel like to have the same done to me.  Snap!  She had undone a
popper on my teddy "'Time to give you some room to breathe," she
said.

Before I knew what was happening the tingling was back and someone
had a hand on my breast. Kat's fingers were stroking my nipple in
a delicate circle. Her warm hand held my breast under the teddy and
I could feel her hand squeeze the flesh that protruded from me.  I
began to pant 'more more' but Kat's only reply was to stroke my
comely form. There was another 'pop!' as my teddy suddenly felt
loose. Kat removed it with a practised swish. My breasts flopped
out,free from the confines of black silk. Kat sat up a little and
kissed each breast in turn. I had never felt anything like it as
sensual, erotic waves hit me like hammer blows. They increased as
she began to kiss my already erect nipples. Her other hand began to
fondle and stroke my penis, which resulted in an intensity that I
had never dreamed possible.

'If you don't stop soon I'll come!  But more more, more!' I
whispered.

A hand stroked my stocking'd leg and moved up to stroke a breast.
'
'I need you  ' I panted and as Kat straddled me and began again to
caress my heaving sweaty bosom.  She said 'Yes now,' and with that
I thrust my penis into her.

We were now moving in concert, our bodies essentially the same
instrument. With each thrust we both felt waves of pleasure sweep
over us.

Her hands squeezed and caressed my breasts whilst mine ran up down
her body.  My hair was matted with sweat and passion whilst every
part of me felt on fire.  When at last I came my body convulsed at
each 'squirt' of my cum. I moaned out load in exactly the same way
as Elizabeth did when she reached orgasm.

Kat collapsed on top me, with me still inside her, exhausted after
all that had gone on before.  We drifted off to sleep me still
wearing stockings and Kat naked. I held her close with my hand
resting on her breast. My tits were touching her back, the
movements of her breathing stimulating them still.

I awoke still feeling turned on.  Small waves of pleasure swept
over me with the occasional tidal wave.

'Hmmmm, Kat, carry on!' I said still in ecstasy and still half
asleep

'If you're sure, girlie'

'Girlie?' 

At that moment Something moved inside me, 'Ahh' the pleasure, 'Ahh'
there it goes again.  Wait a second, where is my erection? 'Ohh!'
Again another wave swept over me.

'I'm so glad we made love for the first and last time,' Kat said

'Hmmmm?' I moaned

'I must tell you something,' she said.

'What, Lover,' I moaned (I couldn't still be turned on could I?)

'You don't need to take the last pill'

'Why?'

Kat took my hand and placed it between my still stocking'd legs. An
initial wave of pleasure turned to anguish when my hand met only
moist flesh. Womanly Flesh..VAGINA..VULVA!!!
I screamed 'NOOOOOOOO!'

'Didn't you enjoy my little introduction to the fair sex?' Kat
said.

'You were touching me up!'

'You wasn't complaining, and I thought it the best way to break the
news to you.  If you felt how pleasurable it was you mightn't mind
so much.'

'Mind?  How can I possibly mind?' I ranted. 'The day after some of
the best sex of my life I find that I am now a fully functional
woman'

'It was good wasn't it'

'What, show me it!' I cried 

'You know what it looks like.  You must have seen Elizabeth's.'

'Show me!' My hand went back down there and I began to feel my
latest genitalia's form. Two moist lips met between pubic hair.  A
stray finger slipped inside, which caused an involuntary moan of
pleasure.  My other hand went down there as well and found the
Clitoris, which when touched nearly made me jump out of my skin.
Instinct took over and within seconds I was touching myself HERE
and THERE.

Kat walked in with a mirror.  'Don't let me stop you young lady,'
she said'

'I am NOT a Lady'

'Looks that way from where I am standing.You wanted a mirror'

I took the mirror and inspected my vagina more closely. The vaginal
lips were reddened with arousal which also accounted for the amount
of moisture down there. My pubic hair had changed shape and color
and now was triangular in shape, and the same color auburn as my
hair. The clitoris was visible, a tiny remnant of my once proud
manhood.  I threw the mirror away in disgust. My vagina was exactly
the same as I remembered Elizabeth's to be, and unfortunately no
different in function.

'That's it!  Our life is over.  Ten days from now I will be like
this permanently with no hope of reprieve!   A life sentence!'

'We still have ten days to find the antidote and I'm sure that if
we both put our heads together we can do it'

6. Race Against Time
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'How come I didn't take the last pill but still I end up a girl?'

'I don't know unless the last pill is a decoy, makes you pregnant
or something else. I just wouldn't take it now'

'Read the clue again,' I said still not really used to having THAT
voice.

'Indelible mark of the hydra?.' Kat said questioningly

'The hydra was a mythical beast with multiple heads that sprung two
new heads each time one was cut off, I seem to remember it started
off with two heads and it fell upon Hercules to kill it as one of
his twelve labors,' I said.  My mythology was very ropey.
Especially since I now resembled Venus rather than Hercules

'But the hydra was A Greek myth' Kat added

'OK let's break it down.  Indelible mark.  What kind of marks do
not wash off or fade with time?' I asked
'Umm, emotional ones.  What you have been through will leave a mark
that will last for the rest of your life. Physical Marks like
birthmarks do cannot be easily removed.Paint washes off, so what
other man-made marks do not wash off'

'Tattoos!' I exclaimed.

'That's it!  A Tattoo in the shape of a hydra!'

'What about 'on a hated form'?' 

'That's easy.  You hate your form'

'Too right.  I may be slowly accepting it, but I will always hate
the way I am.'

'OK the next bit is, will lead you to a place of pleasure and
pain,' Kat said.

'That could be anywhere.   'Pleasure and pain' could be anything
from a brothel to a health farm.  Lets leave that bit because I
think that's for later.  And in any case my body hasn't got a
tattoo anywhere let alone that of a Hydra. Maybe the last pill was
supposed to give me a Hydra Mark Oh I dunno Go onto the next bit
anyway'

'OK the next bit is 'To get the answer you must submit to the hydra
and become one with it.' Kat stated. 

'We must have got the wrong answer for the first bit. How can I
submit to a tattoo?'

'Very easily! Get one done!'

'Now hang on, I'm not!'
'But listen to the last bit 'then and only then will the next ans
wer be revealed,' Kat said.

'NO!' I tried to sound firm but I hadn't quite got the hang of my
new voice.

'The only way to cure you is to get a tattoo done' Kat stated. 
More humiliation, even after all of this Elizabeth still wasn't
satisfied. But it WAS the only way to get me back again.

'Where?  I can't just go into any old place -- it must be the
correct one,' I said.

'Only one way to find out!  Let our fingers do the walking.  I tell
you what.  You get dressed, you can borrow some of my panties and
a bra if you like, and I will go downstairs and try and find a
phone directory.' And with that she went out.

Panties, Bra, Tits, Cunt!  Nooo!  I slipped off my stockings and
garter belt, and tried very hard not to become aroused, but a warm,
moist feeling below told me otherwise. How I hate being a woman!
 
Ignoring the panties, I tried to put on the jeans, but I still felt
naked underneath, so I relented and put them on.  They were
thankfully not too lacy.  But their pink color was not me.  Anyway,
I put them on, slipping them up my shapely legs and over my hips.
They did the job of covering my hateful cunt very well. Quickly
putting on the jeans and noticing the distinct LACK of a bulge, I
put on my shirt. I couldn't face a bra and so went bra-less.

By the time Kat came back I was dressed and with a quick comb of my
hair  I was ready. I refused to look into a mirror and see the full
state of my womanhood, determined to revert back to the real male
me.

'Found one!' Kat said

'What's it called?'

I don't know what it is in English, but when I asked the manager
about such a place he told me about it'

'He could be wrong.'

'Lets find out.'

The day was very warm and I began to regret not putting on a bra.
The perspiration of my body had made my breasts much more visible
through my shirt, and the ogles of the men who passed me made me
feel very insecure.

'How do you put up with this' I asked Kat

'Sometimes it's welcome.  Others it's not.  I regard it though as
a complement.  And you do make a ravishing woman!'

After a couple of hours we were very lost, but fortunately, by
pointing to the address and after much drawing into the dust we
walked up to a rather ran down shop with some Japanese writing on
the front. The only word we recognised was 'Tattoo'

We walked into the shop, which was dimly lit but very clean.
Examples of the proprietor's work adorned the wall.  Elaborate
dragons adorning the wall fought it out with other mythical
creatures.

'Look here!' said Kat.

She pointed to a hydra.  It's twin green scaly heads split out from
a serpents body.  One head had a forked tongue darting out, the
other belched fire. It really was a masterpiece of work, and even
in paper form looked real.

'This must be the place,' and I rang the small bell on the counter.

A small oriental man came out of a back room, thought for a moment,
then vanished back inside.

'I've an Idea,' I said,  'You get the tattoo.  That way I don't
have one when I change back'

'Why should I?'

'Prove to me you still love me!  Anyway, he has no way of telling
which of us is a man'

'OK, but only for you' Kat agreed.
The man came back out again and in disjointed English said

'Which one of you is Bexley?'

'I am,' Kat said.

'Wait' the man said and went back inside his little room.

'Now what,' I asked.

'Dunno, we wait I guess'

A few minutes later the man re-appeared again, and held a grubby
photo up to Kat's face.

'You lie! She's Bexley!' and he pointed to me.

Oh no!

'Never mind, I like jokes, he said.  What you want me to do?'

'My friend wants one of these,' and Kat Pointed to the hydra.

'You're sure,' he asked me

Point of no return.  'Yes' 

'This can never come off' the man confirmed.

'I know' I said

'How did you know we were coming?' Kat asked
'Told I was to expect someone called Bexley, to give her my
greatest tattoo. Become masterpiece.  I was promised.'

'How long?' I asked

'Work very complex need four hours' The man said

'OK I'll see you back in at the hotel,' Kat said, and with that she
left the shop

'You want drink' He asked again

'Yes, please.' The room was getting very hot.

He came out with a glass of water and I gulped it down. 

'Take off your shirt,' the man said

'Don't I get a choice where I want it?' I asked, very nervously

'Cannot give you what you want unless I get what I want.'

'OK'  And I unbuttoned my shirt. Breasts were loose again, and
again I Ignored the moist feeling I got in my cunt everytime I saw
them.

'Trousers too,' the man said.

'Wait a minute,' I protested.

'Trousers..'

I found myself obeying him.  My mind was resisting but the body was
not.  Naked eccept for my panties I stood there.

'And those,' as he pointed at my panties.

My fingers took them off at the same time as my mind said no.

'Lay down,' the man said

I lay down on a surgeons table, facing upwards at this diminutive
man who could wield so much power over me.

'Now we start. You have wonderful skin, it will make the perfect
canvass and the muscle relaxant I gave you makes my job so much
easier'

I tried to protest but a quiet moan was all that came out.

'I must first trace the outlines as it is this part which is the
most crucial'

To my horror he took the gun and pain shot thru my inside leg as he
skilfully started to draw. The pain of having my body turn into a
woman's was nothing to this. I tried to look down but could see
nothing.

'Turn over!'

I obeyed. The burning pain continued as it seemed to snake around
my back.

'Turn over onto your front'

Pain went thru me as I lay back down on my back. This time I could
see a black shape being formed.  Inch by painful inch.  I tried to
wriggle and break free but I couldn't do anything. The black lines
diverged as his gun headed towards my breasts.

'Sleep now'

Unable to resist I shut my eyes and went to sleep.

Sometime later I awoke, fully dressed in my room.  I couldn't quite
remember how I got here. I ripped open my shirt and stared down. On
each breast was a hydra's head, its green scaly head moving in
unison with each breast. Curling around my body was it's body.
Intricate detail and color tuned to each of my curves. It's tail
ended up just resting on my thigh after coiling around my back and
waist. All in the hydra, like me, was a thing of wondrous but
hideous beauty, but like the rest of me could be there for life.

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