Message-ID: <4917eli$9710161159@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: <URL:http://www.netusa.net/~eli/erotica/assm/Year97/4917.txt> From: vickietern@aol.com (VickieTern) Subject: New TG: Fury 16/37 Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: <usenet-approval@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Story-Submission: <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Original-Message-Id: <19971016133600.JAA10949@ladder01.news.aol.com> Hell Hath No Fury Part 16 of 37 ================================ (c) Darkside@nym.alias.net If you are'nt legally entitled to read this. Don't ------------------------------------------------------------------ 9. F DAY +2 Aftermath - HIS Tale. ================================= They moved me from the station to the state pen the next day . My bail hearing was in a week, or so I was told. How could things have come to this? I was locked up in holding cell, after being roughly manhandled in. I still feel alien inside this body. Every sensation, every movement is foreign to me. At least SHE is dead, no longer can SHE haunt me. I sit on my bench, moody and depressed. I look up as I hear some keys jingle in the lock. A large brutal looking woman in prison overalls in thrust in my cell. Her hair is matted and untidy and when the bars are finally closed shout she shouts "Fuck you" to the departing guard. Her attention then turns to me. "I know you, You're that Bexley woman" She says. "I guess so" I answer. "Why'd ya do it. Come on, you can tell your Aunty Sandy. Make me some money too!" "You wouldn't believe it". "What's a matter little Miss Priss -- all lost inside big bad Jail?" she taunted. I sat quiet, taking an instant dislike to 'Aunty Sandy' "You had more money than I could ever steal, You've got looks and brains supposedly. Stupid thing to do, blowing her away in public. Stupid Bitch". I sat silent wishing to God I could get out of this place. "I aint no fancy doctor, with no fancy mansion but even I can see you gonna die". "Just let me be" I sobbed. Why was I so emotional. I should be pleased SHE is dead. Her blood has been mopped off the floor by now. I remembered the feeling of seeing her die. A smile spread over my (Elizabeth's) face. Aunty Sandy noticed this "Whacha smilin at, was the killin good?". "You wouldn't believe it" I sobbed. Even now, under my overalls I could see the shape of my breasts, and thigh over thigh. "Let's see y' tattoo. I heard bout it on the TV. I'll show y mine" She asked "Sorry, not today". I lay down on the bed very depressed. Kat oh my darling Kat where are you? Aunty Sandy stayed silent thank God, her questions exhausted for the moment. Some time later we were let out for some exercise in the yard. I walked sullenly outside and kept myself apart from the other prisoners. Although taller than most of the others I could not hope to hold my own in a fight, so I kept apart. There certainly seemed to be a hierarchy amongst the inmates, the ones that were here for life or had been in many times held sway over the rest of us. After the excerise was over we were told to strip and shower. I had hoped I was exempt because of my shoulder wound but was told that I had to shower anyway. I slowly took off my overalls hating the sight of myself as inch by female inch was revealed. I was pushed into the showers by a guard and was met with wolf whistles by the women already in. Aunty Sandy was there, naked and looking gross. She stared at my hydra in amazement. "Amazing tat there" she said I looked down at the hydra heads on my breasts and then onto the small patch of hair just above the place I knew my slit to be. How I hate this. I felt a hand on my ass and whirled around. A smallish lady about five two stood there. She was pretty and normally(had I been a man) I'd have jumped in. "Hello my pretty, my what a wonderful tattoo! Is it real?" she said "Careful Liz, That's Lucy, one of the prison dykes" Aunty Sandy called. Great! Only here one day and I get touched up. How do I play this? "Yes it is real, the same as the rest of me" I replied and went back to cleaning myself. A hand touched and stroked my back as it traced the lines of the hydra's tail. "I can make it much more bearable in here for you" Lucy said "Really" I replied. "Yes really, or I can make it much worse". I was rescued by the water being turned off, and I then had to deal with drying myself off. My arms and back were OK but I really hated rubbing down my breasts. Yes they exited me and yes they felt good to touch but they were a reminder of what had been done to me. I dried my legs and again felt sad as I ran my hands over their slender form. It was drying off my pussy that I really hated though. I got back into my overalls and went back to the cell. I must have still been weak from my wound as inspite of Aunty Sandy's inane chatter I went to sleep. I was standing before the court. My lawyer had given in and thrown the trial. A verdict was due. The judge said "All rise" The forewoman of the Jury stood up. It was Elizabeth! "How does the jury find the defendant?" "Guilty on all counts" Elizabeth Said. My heart sank, the judge then said in a grim tone "Dr Elizabeth Bexley, you have been found guilty of the first degree murder of Jane Stephens. You will be taken from this place and brought to another where you will be executed by lethal injection. May God have mercy on your soul." I awoke screaming. It had just been a dream. I knew that I had been wrong to just lay down and die. I must live. I must live to try and find Kat. I must live to try and turn myself back. As long as I was like this Elizabeth was still winning. But how? I had no resources and had gunned down someone in public. My only chance as far as I could see it was to prove I was not Elizabeth Bexley and that I had acted in self defense. Still I had no money for a lawyer. But I now, at least have something to live for. I slept easy the rest of the night and awoke when a guard told me that I had some visitors. Who could they be? I was let to a room with an amored glass partition dividing it. A middle aged couple sat in two chairs waiting for me. I cast my mind back almost three years. Of course Elizabeth's parents. I sat down and put the phone to my ear. "Oh darling, what did you do?" Mrs Bexley said. "I'm not your daughter, Mrs Bexley." "Then who the hell are you? And what's all this Mrs Bexley crap?" Said Dr Bexley. "Your daughter sought revenge on me for jilting her three years ago. This is her revenge." And I pointed to my body. "So you think you are the man who ran out on Liz at her wedding" Mrs Bexley asked looking concerned. "Not think, KNOW. She used some kind of genetic changing drug on me" They put the phone down and started talking. Lip reading the conversation it must have gone something like this. "She's as crazy as a loon. It must be the trauma of being arrested and everything" Dr Bexley said. "She's still our daughter" was his wife's reply. "OK we'll humor her until we can get her professional help" Dr Bexley said. They picked the phone back up. "Liz you're ill. We'll get you the best help. Robert Abbey is going to be your lawyer. He's the best defense lawyer there is. If you are granted bail we will pay. Listen dear we love you and want to help anyway we can" Mrs Bexley said. They held hands and Mrs Bexley started to cry. "Why'd you do it. We taught you all life was precious, you're a doctor for chrissakes. When that girl died before you went to the lab you were distraught. Why did you take a life, especially an innocent one. Jane Stephens had done nothing to you, except fall in love with the man you loved. Look precious I love you, you are my own flesh and blood. The day you graduated from Havard was the proudest day of my life. Where did we go wrong?" Dr Bexley was in tears now, his hands clutching those of his wifes. "You didn't. She did, Elizabeth that is, " I said. How could I get out of this? To them I was their daughter, and to claim otherwise would make me seem insane. How could I tell them I had gunned down their beloved daughter at the airport.I had no money and desperately needed their help I was in a no win situation. The only way out was to pretend to be Elizabeth Bexley. "You are clearly ill dear. We will stand by you whatever happens" "Thanks Mom" I said. 10. F DAY+ 8 hours Where did we go wrong? - The Parent's Tale. =============================================================== I'd just gotten out of the shower after a very busy day. The sun was setting and I was glad I could, at last switch off and relax. Then the phone rang. "I'll get it" I shouted. "Is that Dr William Bexley," I voice said "Yes" I replied cautiously. "We have some news on your daughter. I'm Lt Dan Peters of the NYPD. We have your daughter in custody for the murder of a Jane Stephens" "There must be some mistake," I said. What had happened? "I'm sorry there's no mistake. She says she wants to see no-one and hasn't even hired an attorney. " Lt Dan said. "We'll be there as soon as we can" and I put the phone down. "Dear, come quick," I called. Margaret came down straight away and saw my worried face. "What is it?" she said, concern showing for the first time. "It's Liz, she's in New York charged with murder" I blurted out. "No it can't be" my wife sobbed. "Let's find out" I said. "Look it's late, let's fly over tomorrow morning" Margaret suggested. "I told you yesterday that the jet's being serviced, we'll have to drive as we have no time to book a flight. In any case we need the time to arrange a lawyer for her, as she seems incapable of doing it herself," I said grumpily. Neither of us got any sleep that night. What had Liz done or been accused of? We got up early the next day and started the long drive to New York. We shared the driving between us but the main highlight of the day was that I managed to get Robert Abbey for her defense. Robert Abbey was one of the premier defense attorneys in the country. He would be in NY in a few days. We stopped off at a motel for the night. "Do you think she did it?" Margaret asked "I don't know. But I do know, daughter or no daughter she was one of the best doctors I ever had" I said. "What have we got to do tomorrow?" Margaret asked me, her voice starting to show signs of strain. I felt just like she did but I have to be strong for her and Elizabeth's sake. "Apart from getting there I have to arrange some more info for Robert, set up meetings with him and Liz. I need this time to get my thoughts together" I said This time we could sleep better. Having Robert defend her was a big boost. We drove all day to the Jail where Liz was being held only to be told that we could not see her until the morning. Very disappointed we booked into a hotel. Whilst I was unpacking Margaret shouted "Quick! Look on TV!" I rushed in to see a report by Stephanie Lane. My heart sank when I saw a police photo of Liz on the screen. Footage of the shooting. A tattoo! why in God's name would she get a Tattoo? Margaret burst into tears in my arms whilst I stood wondering what could make our daughter do such an atrocity and act so unlike her normal self. "Why did she do it, I had no idea she felt this way about HIM" Margaret sobbed. "Me too. She did seem kinda distant these past few months, as though she was slowly being taken over by something. It thought it was her work at the lab . Now I guess we know what it really was. Hatred for this guy" "Oh my poor dear," Margaret cried. "I'm a doctor too. I should have seen it. I really thought that she was over it. The wound must have been festering inside her for three years, until his marriage brought the whole thing up again. Why couldn't she talk to us?" I was beginning to cry now and we shared our grief together. Margaret fell asleep in my arms crying herself to sleep. Too tired to think, I did the same. We drove to the gaol and avoided listening to the radio. The whole country seemed to be asking the same question we were. Why did Dr Elizabeth Bexley kill in cold blood when she had so much going for her. We were let into the visitor room and sat patiently. Oh God it really was Liz, here she comes walking slowly in. She sat down and looked at us puzzled for a second and then put the phone to her ear. She certainly seemed confused as to who she even was. One moment she was claiming she was a man turned into Liz by Liz, the other she was calling Margaret Mom. Both of us left in tears. We have decided to stay in NY for the duration of the trial. In any case Robert will be here soon. F+4 Days ------------------------------------------------------------------------- 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 Vickie Tern@AOL.COM -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | \ <URL:http://www.netusa.net/~eli/erotica/assm/> .../assm/faq.html> /