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Hell Hath No Fury Part 10 of 37
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'Now do you want to tell me why you keep calling this lady, John?' I  
said.  
  
Cathline outlined everything (missing out the really hot bits I might  
add). How she thought that Jennifer was doing this to spite them. How  
she thought it could have something to do with Project 2322 and what  
else could they expect to happen.  
  
'First things first. I think you should both join me in the pool while I  
have a think,' I said.  
  
'But we've no costumes with us,' John said.  
  
'That's OK. You can skinny dip if you like.'  
  
'I'm game, if you are,' said Cathline, and she gave me a knowing look.  
 
'I'm not sure,' John said.

'Look here John, or is it Jane, You've nothing I haven't seen hundreds 
of times and since you cannot corrupt someone who is already 'evil and 
corrupt'. I don't see that is makes the difference. Come on, live a little. 
All my servants are gone for the evening so we are completely alone' I 
said.

'And besides, you have been eyeing me up since you got here' I added.

'OK, what have I got to lose'. he said.

As Cathline stripped off revealing her comely form (how I had missed 
that, this past few weeks), John did the same.  He really did look a 
funny sight. Just like dear Kat, but with no tits or pussy. His male 
organ hung down, looking very lost on his curvy form.

'The sweater didn't do you justice,' I said to John.

'That's your opinion,' he retorted.

We swam around for a while until Cathline dunked my head under 
water in a playful fashion. As I swam got up I allowed myself a quick 
stroke up her thigh. Her shiver that followed was not because of the 
cold. I chased after her in the pool, easily out swimming her and began 
to dunk her in the same way.

'That's no way to treat my wife,' I heard John say as he swam over and 
tried to dunk me. Being taller and stronger than him, he had no 
chance. I 'accidentally' brushed my leg over his cock, and looking 
down at the once limp organ expand, I knew that he was getting turned 
on.

I got out of the pool and ran swiftly to the other side to avoid my water-
bound pursuers.

Just as I was about to dive in I heard a yelp from John. 'My God! My 
God! My God!' he was saying.

Cathline pulled him over to one side and shouted, 'Look Liz!'

I stared at his chest. His nipples did seem a little larger than before, 
and I could see the beginnings of breasts beginning to form on his 
chest. Well timed, Cath, I thought. His hands were clutching at his 
ever swelling bosom, whilst his face looked down in disbelief. We 
pulled him out of the pool noticing that his chest now sprouted two, 
proud and firm female breasts. His nipples were erect from arousal 
rather than the cold.

Cathline put her hand to one of her husbands 'assets' and stroked a 
nipple. This was a moment between wife and wife, I guess. His 
response was 'Hmmmm. That's very nice!' and he reached up and 
planted a kiss firmly on the teat of her nipple.

I coughed not wanting to be left out in all this.

'That was incredible,' I said.

My words fell on deaf ears as the couple continued their passionate 
session. I had noticed her hand stroking his breasts in the same way as 
she did mine. I was surprised that he did not react in a stronger way to 
suddenly growing breasts, but I suspect that my gray powder was the 
reason behind it. Her hand was stroking his cock and the other, his 
breasts. He was almost inactive, his face red with pleasure. He was 
either resting or overwhelmed at the sensations he could now feel.

'Is he all right?' I said a little louder.

Again my only answer was increased passion from the couple. He had 
woken up from his earlier 'trance' and was gently touching her around 
her clitoris. She began to moan softly as his finger went inside her. I 
had had enough of this and decided to join in. If you can't beat them 
join them.

John's face looked startled to feel another pair of hands began to stroke 
him. Cathline's response was to say, 'come on in.'

I stripped off my costume and saw with some pleasure that John's eyes 
were wide, ogling my long legs, curved, perfectly muscled body, and 
full, but let me assure you, very firm breasts.

Cathline made room for me, and I was soon made to feel welcome as a 
hand (I think it was Johns!) stroked my thigh. I began to respond 
touching him in kind. I couldn't help but note down the finer details of 
Kat's body, knowing that I must become familiar with every part of it. 
Cathline was feeling left out and so said 'John, what do you say we pay 
the hostess back for her hospitality?'

'Agreed,' he panted. With the combined strength of two of them I had 
no chance as they rolled me onto my back. Cathline pinned my arms, 
her breasts, just nudging my face. John's legs pinned mine, spread 
outwards revealing my pussy to the world. He began to kiss my torso 
and I became very much aroused. 
 
I started to nibble Cathline's tits. I could feel myself getting very wet as 
John began to touch my clit. I moaned, louder and louder, as I felt his 
fingers go inside me. I tried to move my hands and legs, but they were 
held firm as my two lovers continued.

'Lets really thank her,' John said.

I saw John begin to move into a more upright position, his new breasts 
tauntingly out of reach. I could see from the way his was going to move 
he wanted to fuck me. Why do men always want to penetrate so 
quickly.

Still in a few weeks he'd have to learn differently. I was so moist that 
he slipped inside with almost no fuss and, ohhhh! It had been too long 
since a man had had me. Cathline was now touching, stroking and 
caressing Johns face, body and breasts, and he was kissing her as well. 
He began to move inside me, his now fully erect dick rubbing against 
my clit. 

Suddenly my hand was free and Cathline's pussy was exposed. I 
touched it's moist warm clit and she almost jumped. 'Ratbag!' She 
teased, and with her spare hand began to caress my breasts again.

John was now thrusting with all his might. His womanly voice 
moaning 'yes!' ever louder. Once again we were in concert. When this 
was all over I would have to arrange for another threesome with 
someone else! All three of us reached orgasm together, our bodies 
shaking and flushed with the waves of pleasure. The warm, wet feeling 
inside me told me that John had just come, and he collapsed on top me, 
too spent to move. Cathline and I continued for a while, and I offered 
to give her a good licking but she was too exhausted. Not enough time 
in the gym, Cathline.

We lay there cuddling, almost asleep for sometime. I could hear the 
soft moans of John as his orgasm continued for sometime. Well, I 
expected that.

'Hmm, I must go and clean myself up,' John said and he got up, looked 
down and screamed loudly.

As planned his dick had been replaced by a vagina. He was now all 
woman. The powder had obviously worn off because he broke down 
into tears sobbing quietly to himself. Cathline played the concerned 
wife beautifully, whispering consoling words into his ears.

'I'll go and get dressed,' I said. But first I jumped naked into the pool to 
wash off all that remained of John. Getting out of the other side of the 
pool I ran into the house.

I chose my normal attire around the house, tight cycling shorts with a 
T-shirt (if you've got it flaunt it) and went back downstairs.

John was still upset, but he seemed a little better.

'Listen, I need to work on a cure for this,' I said. 'How about I shout 
you a holiday where you can get away for a while, come to terms with 
the changes and all that.'

John looked at me with tearful eyes. 'Why did you do it?'

'Do what?' He couldn't have known, could he?

'Make love to me, us. I never thought of you like that and certainly not 
Cathline.'

'I don't know. Maybe it was the champagne, maybe I'm lonely living up 
here on my own or maybe I just enjoy girls company.'

'I have misjudged you Dr Bexley. You have been very kind to us, given 
everything you have to help us, and we would love to go on holiday,' 
John said.

'Excellent.'

'But what about passports and all the papers John will need?' Cathline 
asked.

'Leave that to me. I'll arrange everything. Just provide me with some 
passport photos.'

'Liz, Thanks again,' Cathline said.

The day was getting on and I needed to spend the evening putting the 
finishing touches to my scheme. 'I'm sorry, but I want to get on this 
right away'

'OK, Bye' They both got dressed and left. Cathline was right. It was 
funny seeing John try to put on a bra, especially with real breasts this 
time.

I got an E-mail a day or so later.

"Hi Lover,

"John is still finding it hard living as a woman. He keeps wanting to 
stand up to pee, and when he forgets it just rubs it in. He has gone 
right off sex for the moment, but the month long middle east tour you 
shouted us has gone a long way to cheering him up. I still call him, 
him, because inside he still really is a man and still my husband.

"I still can't work out two things. Perhaps you will be able to fill me in 
later on.

"One. How did his dick change if I didn't give him any doses. I assume 
that you don't have any. Perhaps the effects of the drug are cumulative?

"Two. Why did we feel so sexy that day? John simply isn't interested at 
the moment. Why? Did you spike our drinks, you naughty girl?

"He is really looking forward to Egypt at the start and end of the tour, 
as am I. He also likes the name you 'chose' for him. Jane Norton it is. 
The passports and papers you got me really are very good and look 
very genuine. You'll have to tell me how you got them. On second 
thoughts I don't really want to know.

"See you in a month or so, lover.

"Cathline."

Two days before I was due to leave I cast my mind back to that fateful 
day so long ago. Did he really deserve the treatment I was about to give 
him. The answer was a firm YES. My stupid sounding last words to 
him came back to me.

'You will marry me, you will marry me.'

How could I make him live those words? Although I enjoyed being 
with women, deep down I still preferred men. I could see no way that I 
could make him heed those words every day of his life. This upset me. 
Two or more years of planning, countless lives wrecked and my new 
lovers destruction well on the way and this one little thing caused the 
whole plan to be on very shaky ground indeed.

So I did what I usually did when I wanted to think clearly. I pushed 
myself to the limits of my physical stamina and ability. Through the 
haze and pain of physical exhaustion the solution came to me.

I could just switch places with Kat. In that way he would be married to 
me, but I didn't like this for a couple of reasons. One, I had no 
intention of remaining Kat forever, and two, there's no punishment in 
that for him. There had to be another way.

To marry someone is to become one with. For HIM to become one with 
me would be to BECOME me. There was still time. A quick trip to 
Rhamnus and my schedules should only be a day or so out.

The next day, still feeling a little tired, I took the trip to Rhamnus and 
set about re-doing his dosages, this time with my DNA. It didn't 
actually take that long because all I had to do was to remove Kat's 
sequences and replace it with my own. A day later and I was ready to 
go.

The flight over was uneventful, but pleasant. I had first thought of 
using Dad's new Lear jet, but this way was better. I could slip out of the 
country either as Kat or one of my other guises and not have to worry 
about any awkward questions. Now my timing was off by one day, but 
that was no real hardship. It would just mean I would have to change 
in one single go, rather than split it over a couple of days. All that time 
in the gym and the pool would pay dividends now.  

I had to change before I met my contact. I didn't want to be seen in my 
natural shape. That would pose too many problems. Especially with 
Cathline and John hanging around Cairo for a week. The worst would 
have been to be seen by HIM and the real Kat, but they wouldn't arrive 
for another day. Plenty of time.

It's the bottom of the ninth and still all to play for..

The plane landed and I emerged into brilliant sunshine. Much to my 
relief my bag wasn't lost, although all my important stuff was in my 
hand luggage. A tense moment came at customs when my bag was 
searched but the pills aroused little suspicion. A doctor can have 
medicine with her, can't she?

I didn't really want to check in my hotel as me. A tall, auburn haired 
lady goes in, a shorter, black haired one comes out. Far too risky. 
Besides, my second set of false papers would ensure that everything 
checked out. A taxi took me to downtown Cairo, and I must admit to 
being a nervous at the things to come. I had to lie low until night in 
case John and Cathline saw me, and in all the crowds that was not a 
difficult task, apart from being one of the tallest women around.

When night came and the streets were quiet I found a secluded spot in 
which to change. Quickly checking that I had the right pill I took it. 
Hoping that it would work on me. Yuck! I could have made a mint 
flavored one. I didn't have long to wait and I sat down waiting for the 
changes to occur.

My whole body felt strange but it was in the area of my legs that felt 
the weirdest. Under my jeans, I saw flesh begin to ripple and change as 
my legs shrunk and reformed. Their shape was subtly different to my 
old legs but nice enough, I suppose. 

My arms were the next to go and they changed shape in a similar way 
to my legs. Kat's hands were a little different to mine, but still all was 
going to plan.

My head felt very woozy and I had to shut my eyes. My long auburn 
hair pulled away from my shoulders and turned raven black. I could 
feel something going on in my face. So far the change had been 
painless. I checked my watch hanging loosely around my new wrist. 
Just over five minutes gone...

Looking down at my breasts I saw them begin to change shape. Kat's 
may be a little larger than mine I guess, but, from what I had seen of 
John's, they were very nice.

The drug forced me to sleep for a few minutes as my body shape and 
hips reformed into those of Kat's. When I awoke, I got out my small 
makeup mirror. Fucking Amazing. Kat's green eyes and feline like 
features looked back at me. Checking my watch, and fastening it up 
tight again, showed that it had taken 20 minutes for me to turn into 
Kat.

'Hello, Dear Kat,' I said in my new voice. 

The world looked different from three inches smaller, but I hoped I'd 
get used to it. As I walked away and hailed a cab, a sudden wave of 
tiredness hit me. I would need my rest tonight.

I had room 117 in the Cairo Holiday Inn. I would have liked the Luxor 
or Hilton, but these were taken by my stooges. Anyway, the room was 
nice enough for a day or so. I crashed out, and didn't wake until 11am 
the next morning.

The next day was the 20th of July. Kat and HIM would be married that 
day. The thought of it made me bitter, but my new reflection in the 
mirror gave me comfort. Everything was going as planned.

A knock at the door and a swarthy cop walked in. This was to be my 
contact.

'Are you Nemesis?' he asked in accented English.

'I am,' I said.

'What is your codeword?'

'Tyche, and yours?' I said.

'Hermes,' came the reply.

'Excellent, tell me of the preparations here.'

'The man with a girl who looks like you will be taken tonight. He will 
be drugged with the drug you sent us and then returned one day later.' 
He said slowly.

'And the girl with him? Jane Norton, now Stephens?' I asked.

'She will be taken when she next leaves her hotel. This is to be done 
after the man is returned. She is to be made to take the pill which you 
will give me,' the cop said, waiting for me to do so.

I reached into my bag and got out the required pill and gave it to him. 
'Please continue.'

'She is then to be sold to the nearest Harem, and we can keep whatever 
she brings at the auction.'

'And their hotel room?' I asked.

'The recording devices are in place, Mistress Nemesis' he replied.

'Excellent. Do you remember your other instructions?'

'Yes, A lady, who's photo you are to provide, is also to be taken and 
sold to another Harem in Libya. Again, we can keep whatever she 
raises. You have the photo?'.

Again I reached into my bag. Goodbye, Cathline. I'm sorry it had to 
end this way, but life's a bitch. Serves you right for trying to use me. I 
gave him the photo.

'And the lady with her, who also looks like me?'

'She will be given false leads on this ladies location until she can 
return home when you indicate.' the cop said.

That sorts John out as well. I just hope he survives the flight back.

'You realise the penalty for failure?' I asked.

'Yes, mistress. We will not fail. We of the guild have never failed.' And 
with that, he left.

I lay in bed, trying out my new body. Although I missed my proper 
body, this one had it's compensations. The breasts were a little larger, 
which I enjoyed, and her green eyes were very sexy. As I stimulated 
my new cunt I marvelled at the new set of sensations that came with 
this new body. Kat's Orgasms felt different to mine, less frantic, but 
just as intense.

The next day a different man, this time a bell boy, was at my door.

'Nemesis?' he said.

We exchanged codewords as before.

'The man was taken and drugged last night and will be kept for 
another 15 hours. Here are the parcels you asked for.'

'Thank you. You remember what to do?'

'Yes, I will tell the police that I saw you put a parcel through a door. I 
will do this when you tell me.'

'What about the Lady we sold to a Harem in Libya?'

'That was performed without a hitch. She made nearly three hundred 
thousand dollars. The Harem she was sold into was a cruel one. Her 
companion has been led to believe she is now in Syria, and then, after 
about three weeks, he will be led back to America. 

'Perfect, That will be all.'

The parcels contained photo's of the wedding and how Kat now had 
her hair. Thankfully, my version was very similar, and could easily be 
re-styled. The bugs in their room would ensure I would be kept updated 
on all the goings on before I could make the switch.

Some time later and it was time for me to move.  I put on a long 
flowing brown skirt (it would have been knee length on the real me, 
but never mind). A white blouse came next (I think I'll keep her 
breasts, I thought). Taking the parcel with me, I went to the Luxor 
Hotel.

The room was easy to find, and the parcel was easy to put thru the 
door. I could hear nothing from inside, but I knew from the bugs that 
the kidnap had gone well.

Now all I had to do was wait back at my hotel.

I felt euphoric at the recording of the conversation held between Kat 
and HIM .
It was working. Everything was working just as I planned. His fevers, 
the genetic changes. His despair at his situation was just icing on the 
cake. Kat, to give her credit, was trying to help, but I'm afraid there 
was nothing she could do to combat my brilliance. I was glad I was 
getting rid of Kat, she's very resourceful but all her deductions would, 
alas, come too late.

Before I made the swap I checked once more that everything was OK. I 
re-read my list again to ensure that I had'nt missed anything.

James/Jane.
===========
Safely locked away. He cannot possibly link me with these events.
 
Cathline.
==========
In A Harem by now. With no chance of escape. 

My American Friends.
====================
All Kitties. The surviving ones if any, only know me by the name 
Deianeira. There is no chance of the calls being traced.

Vickie Turner.
============== 
She knows about all the projects at the lab. She could be a danger, but 
the device my 'friends' planted in the power regulators and halon tanks 
at the lab will sort her out. A nice clean blast, using Fuel Air 
Explosives, will produce a small tactical nuke size boom. Be careful, 
Vickie, I'm watching.

John.
=====
Scooting around the Middle East, trying to find Cathline. I don't envy 
him trying to get this done in a culture where women are looked on as 
second rate. See things to do later list.

The Guild.
==========
Knows me only as Nemesis and in Kat form. Even I couldn't stand up 
against the guild. So they will remain human. In any case, for them, 
reputation is everything and they would rather die than talk.

Kat.
====
About to be altered and sold into slavery in about 10 minutes. I think 
she will set a new record price when she is sold. This will keep the 
guild more than happy. 

HIM.
====
Slowly but surely turning into me. 

Things to do
============

John 
- Make sure 'John' is on the plane when HE thinks I am. 
- Let him get hold of a certain tape recording.
- Ensure 'John' Collects Kat's luggage. 

HIM
- I will make sure he visits my friendly Tattooist.
  This will accomplish three things
    1. Humiliation for him.
    2. Identification purposes for when I get my
       body back.
    3. Prevents him using the equipment at Rhamnus,
       if he finds out about it.

- If he's as clever as I thought, then he will suss me out. I can then put 
  my proposal to him.  Expect him to do anything to try and get out of
  it.

- When he is asleep, program in fail-safe codes to ensure his 
  compliance and my safety.

- Make sure he is on the verge of despair, and leave him plenty of time
  to be alone. This will speed up the process and make him blame
  himself for his lack of  self control.

Me

- Leave HIM on various pretences. Let one be an argument.

- Arrange 'to do' list when away from him.

- Switch with the real Kat.

- Ensure I change face and identity before leaving Egypt.

- Make Cassette recording of my final conversation to ensure HIS
  compliance.

- Switch last pill with a fixer pill.

- Get out some more gray powder.

- Keep up to date on all the above.

- Remember to give HIM airline tickets and passport in the name of Dr
  Elizabeth Bexley. 

- When I return I may have to disappear for a while. I like my house,
  but I mustn't return there as me if it's not safe to do so. Maybe I'll
  become a supermodel and buy it back in a year or so. New Zealand
  sounds nice in the meantime. An island would be nicer though.  
 

I thought that was all. From now on I would have to roll with the 
punches. The phone rang. I answered, 'Hello?'

'Hello, Nemesis. This is Hermes. We have the Kat you asked for. She 
has been given the drug and she is going to be sold tomorrow. I will 
leave her clothes and jewellery at the reception desk. All other plans 
are in place.'

'Excellent. Keep her safe, and don't be surprised if she looks different 
in the light of day.'

That was it all done. I took Kat's clothes from reception and went back 
upstairs. I must admit to having a little cry when I saw Kat's wedding 
ring on my finger. 'Come on Liz, no time for sentimentality.' I said 
softly. I put on Kat's other clothes and left the hotel.

I was silent in the cab to the Luxor hotel. The taxi driver tried to talk 
to me in broken English, but I was having none of it. He pulled up 
outside the Luxor hotel and I gave him a generous tip.

I cautiously knocked on the door. No reply. I took Kat's room key and 
went inside.

He was laying on the floor obviously unconscious. He looked the same 
as I remembered him, maybe a little more muscular, but that would 
help my cause.  His legs were certainly not the same as I remembered 
them, as they were long, shapely and very feminine. I looked down at 
my 'Kat' legs and then at his. I was a little jealous.  

He slowly stirred and his eyes opened

'What did you do? You took one, didn't you?' I said, looking very 
concerned.

'No, two,' and HE explained his(flawed) reasoning to me

'You stupid idiot 'I 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' He started to sob.

'How long?'

'About five hours'

'Can I stay and watch?' I asked with a curious look. I've always wanted
to see a body change..

'You are sick!' Was his bitter reply.

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

At that moment he started to convulse and he lost conciousness
again. Interesting how the body forces sleep to preserve energy.

Hang on a second, I thought, I can see ripples under his body. Yes his 
body is changing. The sound of bones re-arranging was horrible (did I 
sound like that when I got Kat's body?). His muscular torso was now 
changing, becoming tauter as his muscles and flesh reshaped to fit his 
new bone structure. I watched fascinated as curves formed, as did my 
firm, flat stomach. I noticed that his body was taking on the same 
shape as I had when I donated the DNA. Could be useful for an eternal 
youth drug maybe?

His body now very much resembled my old one, but my hand pressed 
to his chest showed that his internal organs we still changing. This
meant that he should be out for a while. I took the opportunity to listen 
to the previous conversations between HIM and Kat that I had missed.

It sounded like I had got rid of Kat just in time. Another day or so and 
she may have rumbled me, smart girl.

He awoke sometime later. 'Which bit,' He managed to say.

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

I recalled some lines from a song I heard a long time ago.

'You can't brush me under the carpet, you can't hide me under the 
stairs. The custodian of your private fears, your leading actor of 
yesteryear, who as you crawled out of the alleys of obscurity, sentenced 
to rejection in the morass of anonymity.

'You who I directed with a lovers will, you who I let hypnotise the lens. 
You who I let bathe in the spotlight's glare. You who wiped me from 
your memory like a greasepaint mask, just like a greasepaint mask.

'But now I'm your snake in the grass, the ghost of film reels past.
I'm the producer of your nightmare and the performance has just 
begun, it's just begun...'
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Have You Missed a Part?. The complete version of 'Hell Hath No Fury'
Can be found at http://www.nifty.org/nifty/transgender under Magic-SciFi
or Sapphire's Excellent website at http://www1.mhv.net/sapphire or
http://www1.mhv.net/sapphire/zip/furytril.zip to go right to it. 

Comments etc should be directed to darkside@nym.alias.net


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