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Chapter 8

Warning - not for reading by minors.  Story deals with 
transgender and sexual themes.  All rights reserved.  This 
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Death Row - Part 2

By Waldo

Chapter 8 - A visit to a gynecologist

"I'm not lying to you. We made love just about all night." declared a 
somewhat still exhausted Mickey as he sat across from his wife at 
the kitchen table.

"And I'm not lying to you. I don't remember a damn bit of it. If my 
body wasn't so sore and tender, I'd call you a liar. You must've 
given me something to knock me out and then you raped my 
unconscious body." she mumbled as she pushed a lock of 
unbrushed blonde hair back from her face.

"You were awake and very much an active participant. You even 
suggested the scenario by requesting that we start with a rape, 
then after I had a picnic between your legs, you became so fucking 
horny that I couldn't get you to quit. I was dragging by then and 
needed to get some sleep when you suddenly declared `good night' 
and went to sleep within ten seconds of your head touching the 
pillow. It was unreal - one minute you were a sex-starved 
nymphomaniac and the next - you're asleep like a baby. Then you 
wake up and don't remember a damn thing about it. Do you 
remember me saying something about how your clit seemed 
bigger?"

She raised her head and stared at him for a second before saying, 
"Have you noticed it too? In the last three or four days, it seems to 
have grown or something. I'm feeling a little tender there as the 
bigger thing constantly rubs against my inner lips."

******

One of the guards returned to the guard's office and picked up the 
telephone. He dialed a number and when the other person 
answered, stated "This is Groves on Death Row. Prisoner Augustus 
may be dying. He's cold and clammy and couldn't even get out of 
bed when I requested him to stand for the morning inspection. I 
think that he ought to be transferred to the Infirmary."

******

Frankie Yarzenbac put down the binocular and leaned against the 
tree. For the last day and half, he'd spent most of it in the woods 
with Big Al watching the old farmhouse and the couple. They had 
spent most of their time indoors and they'd sat out there in the 
woods, watching the farmhouse.

Frankie wasn't too happy with his task. He'd graduated from 
college about three years ago - college paid for by Herbert 
Augustus. Then set up his practice - again financed by Mr. 
Augustus. So when Herbert had requested his assistance, Frankie 
had no choice but to comply. It was a simple assignment - find 
some way to meet and seduce the woman that lived in this farm 
house, then move in with her, watch her and help her adapt to her 
new life. When Mister Augustus first explained the assignment, 
Frankie quickly built an image of a forty-year-old spinster, but 
then was shown some pictures of Candy. The old man then 
requested a blood oath from the young man, requiring the young 
man to swear allegiance or die. After swearing the mandatory oath, 
Frankie listed to the story of John Augustus, Bob Williams, Andrea 
Bell, and the lovely young Candy. Frankie's assignment was easy - 
do whatever it took, to control John Augustus in Candy's body if 
the transfer worked.

So that's how Frankie wound up in the Virginia woods watching a 
farmhouse. And in turn being watched through a riflescope. Jeff 
Conway had been watching the two city slickers for about the same 
amount of time that they'd been watching the farmhouse. He'd 
discovered their rented car blocking the trail where he'd been 
parking his truck. Parking elsewhere, he walked carefully through 
the woods until he discovered them sitting in the edge of the 
woods. Climbing a tree and setting up a somewhat comfortable 
deerstand, he watched the two men who weren't aware that they 
were being watched. He'd stayed with them the whole time, leaving 
only when they left to go get something to eat. During that time, he 
called Scotty Walsh and told him what was occurring, then went 
back to his deerstand - taking his rifle with him this time.

******

The doctor removed his stethoscope from the dying man's shriveled 
chest.  Standing to face the waiting guards, his stoic face told the 
real story of the patient's current state of health "The prisoner 
hasn't been taking his medicine.  As a result, he's experiencing a 
lot of pain. The medicine can't help him, but it can relieve the pain 
and allow him to sleep. I'm going to transfer him to the Infirmary 
where we can monitor him closer."

A slender hand jerked up, grabbing the Doctor's arm. A very weak 
John Augustus pulled himself up, declaring "No, I'm all right. Let 
me stay here and die here. I don't want your medicine and refuse 
any medical treatment."

The doctor's face changed from the impassive professional mask, to 
a more gentler look as he allowed his true feelings to be reflected 
on his face.  Staring down at the dying man, the doctor softly 
replied "I think that you would be a good candidate for Euthanasia 
at this time, but the laws of this state require me to take measures 
to provide you with the appropriate medical care. I've got to 
continue to treat you even if it's against your desires. I'll arrange 
for your transfer."

******

"Two quick shots and nobody will know the difference." drawled 
Scotty Walsh as he peered through the riflescope at the two city 
slickers.

"We can't shoot them just because they're out here in the woods. 
They're doing the same thing that we are - spying on the cunt. 
What if they're the law?" proclaimed Jeff as he nervously watched 
his friend's finger on the rifle's trigger.

"The big guy was here a couple of weeks ago, buying some dope. 
The Harmons treated him as if he was an out-of-town big shot. 
Wonder what those two fucking assholes would do, if we stop by 
and tell the bitch that she's being watched? Think that she would 
reward us with a little of that pussy that you've been drooling 
over?" grinned Scotty as a trace of tobacco spittle escaped his lips.

******

The gray-haired country doctor removed his rubber gloves and 
walked out of the examining room, followed by his nurse, leaving 
the very attractive patient alone so that Candy could put her 
clothes back on after the physical examination. After a few 
minutes, she entered the doctor's office where he was writing in 
the new folder that he was establishing for her treatment.

Candy sat down across from him and waited patiently for him to 
discuss his evaluation with her. Looking up from his copious 
notes, he confirmed the preliminary diagnosis that he'd declared 
earlier "As I told you in the examining room, there's nothing wrong 
with you. You didn't bring any previous medical records so I can't 
compare them to see if there's been any clitoris growth. I did 
measure it and will monitor it for the next three to four months to 
see if there's any growth."

"Doctor, it's twice the size that it used to be. For eight years it was 
the same size, then last week, it began growing. I can feel the 
difference and even my husband noticed the larger size. And 
there's something else...."

"Yes, what is it?"

She paused a moment, feeling the blush warm her cheeks, then 
she said "About the same time that my clitoris started growing, I 
started falling into very deep sleeps at night. I thought that it was 
because of the peace and quiet of the farmhouse, but my husband 
spent the last two nights with me. He made constant love to me 
over the weekend because he won't be able to fly back in this 
coming weekend. I said that he made love to me because I don't 
remember any of it. I remember getting in bed with him and falling 
instantly asleep. Then when I woke up in the mornings, he said 
that we made love all night long. He told me that I was a woman 
possessed who couldn't get enough sex. I don't think that he was 
lying to me because my body was tender as if we'd made love; but I 
don't remember any of it. If we did what he said we did, I had to be 
awake."

******

John Augustus opened one bloodshot eye and stared up at an 
overhead light. Slowly opening his eyes, he deduced that he was in 
the prison Infirmary from the medical equipment and noticed that 
there were some IV needles stuck in his arm. He felt drugged and 
recognized that they were injecting him with medicine against his 
will. With a tremendous tug from his weak body, he jerked the 
needles out of his arm. Somewhere nearby an alarm buzzer 
sounded. Within seconds several doctors and nurses were around 
his bed.

They ignored his demands and restrained him to the bed, before 
re-installing the needles, letting the medication continue its 
constant  slow drip into his bloodstream. As he drifted off into the 
drugged induced sleep, he was screaming over and over "NO!!!"; his 
voice getting lower and lower until he fell asleep.

One of the nurses turned to a doctor, declaring "Doesn't he know 
that we're only trying to help him?  I wouldn't want to lie there and 
suffer from the pain that he must be experiencing."

Another doctor looked up from the medical chart that he was 
updating "He's experiencing some unusual side-effects that I 
suspect are caused by the combination of his illness and our 
medication.  He's been delirious almost constantly since we moved 
him from his cell. He's babbled all day long to the day nurse who's 
recorded some of his hallucinations.  Seems that he thinks that 
found some way to escape to a farm in Virginia."  

******

The next time that John opened his eyes, it was a completely 
different series of sensations and observations. Not only was there 
moonlight on the floor instead of an antiseptic overhead light and 
fresh air instead of air-conditioned air, but there was the 
unmistakable feel of satin sheets surrounding his undrugged 
female body.  He couldn't hold back the big smile that 
automatically formed on Candy's face as he recognized that he had 
returned to inhabit Candy's body in her bedroom. Sitting up in the 
bed, he turned Candy's head, brushing aside the long golden 
strand of hair with a quick brush-back motion that had become 
almost automatic with her thick mane of hair. Glancing at the big 
empty spot on the bed next to her body, John felt somewhat 
relieved while at the same time disappointed that her husband had 
traveled back to the west coast.

Remembering every previous awaking in her body, he searched 
between her legs to remove the expected toy.  John was a little 
surprised to discover that it didn't feel damp between her legs and 
that the dildo wasn't imbedded within her body. For some reason, 
she hadn't masturbated herself to sleep as she normally did when 
her husband wasn't there.

Stretching her arms, John shook off the last vestiges of sleep and 
felt the ultimate confirmation that he wasn't in his real body - the 
now pleasant sensation as her boobs jiggled. Another smile formed 
on Candy's face as John thought about how he'd spent his 
precious time in her body over the last two nights. While he wasn't 
ready to accept all of the social and cultural expectations 
demanded because of his new gender, he'd quickly learned that sex 
as a woman was something that was wonderful to experience. 

The sex with Mickey the two previous nights had been the turning 
point in John's attitude toward his acceptance of Candy's body. 
John's life-long reluctance to have sex with a man disappeared 
after experiencing his first female orgasm as a result of Mickey's 
aggressive lovemaking.  From that point on, John let Candy's body 
react to Mickey's stimulation of her body. John became a very 
willing participant and kept Mickey busy the rest of the few hours 
that John controlled her body, satisfying the hunger and craving 
that controlled the sexy blonde's body. 

After transferring back to his real body and waking up restrained 
to the hospital bed with the medication "fogging" his mind, John 
drifted in and out of conscious all day.  His drug-enhanced sleep 
filled with sweet dreams of being Candy, dreams where Candy laid 
on her back on the satin sheets, her long blonde hair cascading on 
the pillow. Dreams where the beautiful woman bared her luscious 
body and spread her legs as her arms reached up to circle the neck 
of the large man that eased between her legs.  Dreams where the 
large man eased a long, hard shaft deep into Candy's well-
lubricated body, using his manhood to rub the very sensitive inner 
vaginal walls.  Dreams where Candy arched her back to meet his 
thrusts.  Dreams where Candy's arms wrapped around the man's 
head, holding Mickey's hungry lips on Candy's breasts.  Sweet 
dreams that placed a big smile on the sleeping John Augustus's 
face as he laid in his hospital bed.  Dreams that caused a small, 
almost constant erection in John's catheter-connected penis.

After that all-day dreaming session about having sex, an extremely 
horny John was pleased when he woke up in her body the second 
night of Mickey's weekend visit. A very different John - a John with 
a new attitude - was prepared to really go all the way and take 
advantage of every minute of Candy's husband's visit. As soon as 
John woke up in the woman's sleeping body beside the sleeping 
Mickey, John initiated and completed his first blowjob, discovering 
that it wasn't as bad as John had originally thought it would be. 
John enjoyed it for several reasons. (1) Mickey reciprocated the 
very intimate service, burrowing his head between the blonde's 
legs.  (2) John observed how much control he had over Mickey as 
his lips, tongue and open mouth teased the husband's rock-hard 
manhood.  (3) And John enjoyed the culmination of his frenzied 
teasing when Mickey's sputtering and throbbing cock pumped 
what seemed like gallons of warm semen into Candy's mouth.

Staring at the some-what empty bed and wishing that Mickey was 
still there, the very sexually frustrated young blonde woman rolled 
out of bed. Picking up her robe, John slipped it over Candy's body 
before turning on the light. Walking quickly through the house, 
John searched for something to smoke, even if it was old butts in 
an ashtray. He preferred his cigars but he would take whatever he 
could find.

After a quick unsuccessful look, John decided it was time to 
resolve some delicate business problems. Picking up the phone, he 
dialed a phone number that he hadn't dialed in years. The phone 
was picked up on the first ring but the person that picked up the 
phone didn't say anything. John listened to the silence for a 
moment then said, "Let me speak to Herbert. Tell him it's John and 
I know that he's been expecting this call."

A minute later, a sleepy male voice said "John??"

Responding in Candy's most vibrant contralto tones, John said 
"Yes fuckface, it's me - your older brother. How's the family?"

A slightly more awake Herbert responded "Good. I've got three 
more grandchildren since we last talked. Are you going by John or 
Candice now?"

"You know that I'll always be John to you. Why didn't you come 
see me in jail?"

"I didn't like it when you accused me of selling you out. Really 
John, do you think that I would turn over state's evidence against 
my own brother?"

"Yes and you did. I didn't know it for sure then, but I do now."

There was a long pause then Herbert said "What do you plan to do 
about it?"

"Nothing. It's over. I'm out of the business. You can have it all. 
Just leave me alone and I'll never bother you again."

Herbert laughed "The shit you say.  You were the one that taught 
me to never trust anyone. Now you're asking me to trust you - to 
allow you to roam free so that one day you can squeeze off one 
round into my forehead when I least suspect it. Being in that cunt 
body has affected your thinking."

"It's the truth. Jail changed me. I'm a different person. If you'd 
visited me, you'd know that I found peace within myself."

"I'm going to come visit you. Let's see, it's day eight so you're going 
to be in her body for eight hours. I'll come visit you in sixteen days 
because until then, you're still in prison and she can't get too far 
from the farmhouse. And when I come visit you, I'll bring you a 
present. How about a case of rubbers so that you can earn a nice 
living with your new body?"

"Fuck you Herbert!" yelled an angry Candy as she slammed the 
phone down.

At the other end of the now disconnected phone connection, a 
smiling Herbert Augustus said into his phone "that's the best offer 
that you ever made me, dear brother. I just might take you up on 
it."

******

A sleepy Andrea followed the matron down the jail hallway. The 
matron had gruffly waken Andrea a few minutes earlier to tell her 
that her bail had been paid. As Andrea dressed in the civilian 
clothes that the police returned to her, she wondered who paid the 
bail. When she followed the matron to the release area, she saw 
him - it was Mahoney.

"Hi, I quit my job and came looking for you. It took me several days 
to find you here." he declared with a sheepish smile. 

She didn't say anything until she finished signing her name on the 
last form, then Andrea simply asked "Got any smokes on you? I 
ran out three days ago and I've been bouncing off the walls ever 
since then. No smokes, no booze and a bunch of lezzie's constantly 
hitting on me. And worst of all, the walls seemed closer. I don't 
think that I'll let them put me back behind the bars."

A long fall of hair swung away from her face as she looked up. He 
handed her a pack of cigarettes and she kindled a cigarette, 
holding it defiantly between her immensely long nails before 
saying, "I suppose that I'm responsible for you now. If I hadn't 
come along and fucked with you, you'd still be working as a dumb 
guard."

When he didn't say anything but just stood there with that 
hangdog silly grin, she looked at her watch and said, "Let's go get 
some decent food, then we'll drive out to a nearby little town where 
we'll check into a motel and catch up on old times. Then sometime 
tomorrow, I'll take you out to a farm. I've got someone that I want 
you to meet tomorrow night." 

******

The young blonde-haired woman was still sitting beside the phone 
because John was calculating his next move.  The knock on the 
kitchen door startled him as it pulled him back from his mental 
planning. Glancing at the clock, he observed that it'd only been ten 
minutes since he'd hanged up on his brother. Whoever was outside 
the door was there because of his brother. Knowing that there was 
no place to hide or escape and satisfied with his impersonation of 
Candy so far, John adjusted the robe so that Candy's body was 
properly hidden as he stood up, then opened the door.

John recognized one of the two men on the other side of the screen 
door as being one of his brother's guards but didn't recognize the 
smiling young man standing in front. The young man said, "Hi, I 
think that you're expecting us. I'm Frankie Yarzenbac."

The young man entered the house without waiting for an invite 
and shut the door leaving the other guard remaining outside. 
Smiling constantly, he said, "You're even prettier than your 
pictures. Shall I call you Candy or John?"

John took a good look at the kid, then realized that he considered 
the young man to be a kid because of the difference between 
John's real age and the kid's age. But there was no noticeable 
difference between Candy's age and the kid's age.

Sitting down at the kitchen table, John ignored his posture as he 
let the open robe expose a lot of inner thigh between Candy's 
spread legs. Frankie immediately grinned as he realized that the 
attractive woman didn't have any panties on under her robe and 
was that most rare of all females - a natural blonde. The arrogance 
with which Frankie's eyes overtly examined Candy's barely-covered 
body, didn't faze John as he realized that he was completely at the 
mercy of this man - for now, that is.

John replied "Keep it constant. For all purposes, I'm Candy now."

"Glad to meet you. Your brother has asked us to watch out for 
your safety. I understand that you like this brand of cigars." he 
declared as he stood next to the table and held up a cigar.

Taking the offered cigar from Frankie, John lit it and allowed the 
strong tobacco fire to fill Candy's delicate lungs before replying 
"They stopped my smoking privileges about three weeks ago, so I 
haven't had a good cigar in some time. If you know enough to 
inquire about whether to call me John or Candy and to bring my 
preferred brand of cigars, you must know the whole story. But I'm 
not sure of my brother's intent at this moment. Are you here to 
protect me or to harass me?"

"I'm here to make sure that you're safe and to lend any assistance 
that you need."

John leaned back against the chair and used his tongue to twirl 
the cigar slightly within Candy's mouth as he evaluated the 
situation. Looking at the man standing beside the table, John 
knew that resistance was futile. Until John was in permanent 
control of this body, there would be no escape from this farm. The 
kid was obviously his brother's henchmen who wouldn't hesitate to 
comply with his brother's orders or he wouldn't be here; so John 
didn't trust him. John knew that the kid wasn't the typical 
gangster so the kid had to have other skills for his brother to send 
him here, but because the kid was acting friendly, John decided to 
play the same game. After all, people had been known to switch 
sides before.

Recognizing that it was time to start using Candy's new body and 
learning how to control men with Candy's obvious feminine 
breathtaking wiles, John decided to use the tools that he now had 
a little experience in using. Knowing the effect that Candy's body 
had on men, John smiled at Frankie as the tone of her voice 
changed "Do you think that I'm pretty?"

Ignoring her beautiful face, Frankie's eyes feasted on the exposed 
tanned skin of her body, the mounds of her swelling breasts 
beneath the flimsy robe, letting his eyes drift down to the thighs 
and slender calves. He could easily see that her body was shaped 
and hardened by hours of exercise, yet still remained its soft 
feminine form.

A big grin lit up Frankie's face as he declared "You're about the 
best looking woman that I ever saw."

"Good, because this body has some special hungers and when I'm 
in her body, I've got to do something to feed its hungers. Let me 
show you what I mean."

Candy's eyes gleamed as the subtle emphasis of her sexy voice on 
the word `hungers'. Leaning forward, her long red fingernails 
rubbed across the fly of Frankie's jeans. She massaged her 
exploring palm across the jeans while staring into his eyes for 
several seconds. Observing that he wasn't objecting to her very 
intimate touch, Candy's voice changed to a husky sound as she 
whispered "Feels like a big one and it's all tangled up within your 
jeans. Do you want me to free your monstrous erection? With one 
simple motion, I can open the fly and bring some relief to the 
handful of stiff manly meat that you've got tucked away."

He didn't decline her offer as she stared at his rapid forming 
erection with dreamy heavy eyes. He didn't resist as her hand 
unzipped his jeans and exposed his erect cock. He didn't move as 
she removed the lipstick coated cigar from her mouth and put her 
arms around his waist, pulling him closer to her lipstick coated 
lips. Her slim hand wrapped around his cock and gently stroked it 
as she aimed it at her open mouth. Frankie stepped forward and 
pushed his cock deep into her gaping mouth. He didn't care that 
the persona doing this to him was a sixty-year-old man because 
the lips and throat belonged to a twenty-year-old woman.

******

After Andrea finished a long warm bath to wash away the 
accumulated filth from being in jail, she discovered a very patient 
and naked Mahoney waiting for her beside the hotel bed. He had 
brought with him the leather collar, the dual head dildo and the 
wind chimes.

She sat down on the bed and as she fumbled through her purse for 
a cigarette. Her hand trembled as she lit the cigarette before she 
swallowed a large gulp from one of the liquor bottles that Mahoney 
also had been carrying around. She waited until the warm burn hit 
her belly and felt the tremble leave her. Although she refused to 
admit it, she was an alcoholic and needed the stimulus to stop the 
tremors that she felt when she couldn't drink. She leaned back on 
the bed, and stared at Mahoney through narrowed eyes noticing 
that he was still sitting in the same position. The young guard had 
too easily accepted his role as her slave and she knew that he 
would follow her like a love-starved puppy where ever she went. 
That he was hers to twist and use as she saw fit.

Her voice was low, ominous, and intense as she commanded him 
to rise to his feet. She spread her legs wide open and rubbed her 
fingers across the length of her cunt lips as she watched the mild 
erection between his likewise naked legs. Using her tongue to wet 
her lips in a suggestive manner, she rubbed one finger against her 
vagina lips, letting him see her finger slide between the vagina lips. 
Arching her back slightly to pump her boobs out, she smiled as 
she saw a noticeable change in his erection. Still staring at the 
hunk of meat between his legs, she slipped two fingers inside 
herself and pumped herself a few times, enjoying the physical 
stimulus as well as the mental stimulus of being able to get 
Mahoney so aroused just from watching her. She continued for a 
few minutes until she felt sufficiently lubricated and tired of 
watching Mahoney beg with his eyes.

Rolling over on the bed, she positioned herself on her knees and 
next to the edge of the bed so that her ass was up in the air and 
about where Mahoney would be able to stand beside the bed and 
enter her. The low moan "yessss" she uttered as she buried her 
face against the soft resilient surface of the bed was understood by 
the former guard.

Removing her now wet fingers to make room for him, Mahoney 
pressed his throbbing erection against the opening of Andrea's 
womanhood. Andrea used her leg muscles to rotate her ass as she 
rubbed her ass up and down a few times, enjoying the feel of the 
hard cock rubbing against her lips. With his hand, he guided his 
cock so that it was rubbing against her almost dripping cunt, 
covering Mahoney's cockhead with a shiny coating of natural 
lubricant.

Then Mahoney's hands grabbed her hips as he pressed forward, 
letting his hard manhood enter her. A loud gasp escaped the 
woman's lips as she felt the hard cock enter her. Groaning out 
loud, her mind drifted back to when she was in the female jail cell 
thinking about doing this very thing; wishing that somehow 
Mahoney could be her guard and service her physical needs. 
Wishing that the very official Officer Mahoney and the old Bob 
Williams could've had this type of relationship back on Death Row.

Mahoney pulled back slightly then pressed forward again, 
penetrating her the full length of his shaft. Andrea felt the walls of 
her pussy closing around it as Mahoney's next thrust sent his 
manhood deep into her, as his balls slapped against the soft flesh 
of her thighs.

"Fuck me! Fuck me as hard as you can!" she gasped wanting a 
quick satisfaction.

Mahoney took a hard grip on Andrea's swaying hips and began to 
fuck her as she commanded. Each lunging motion came harder 
than the last, causing Andrea to bounce up and down, and her ass 
thrashing from side to side.

Andrea showed her appreciation of Mahoney's rhythm, slamming 
herself back to meet each forward thrust with the same hard 
reaction. Her long red hair flew every which way as their hot sweat 
covered her body.

With a loud grunt, Andrea pulled away from Mahoney and rolled 
quickly over onto her back as she eased up on the bed in the 
standard missionary position. Crawling on the bed on top of her, 
he plunged his cock deeper into her like a man possessed, keeping 
up a steady pumping motion that was driving Andrea wild.

Andrea wrapped her long legs tightly around Mahoney's back, 
holding their bodies tight against each other. Although Mahoney's 
thrusts were now restricted to shorter strokes, he pumped at 
double the frequency. Their bodies were soaking wet with the mix 
of sweat and sex dripping off each of their bodies.

Andrea's dark nipples were now readily available so that Mahoney 
tongue and mouth were able to send ripples of delight across 
Andrea's writhing form, providing the final spark to set off what 
Andrea knew would just be her first orgasm of the long night.



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