In Defense of her country Linda Williams
The bulletin boards abound with stories of instant changes. A man drinks a potion, or is injected with a drug, or is magically transformed into a woman. It's fun to imagine, but we all know it's pure fiction. I'm not claiming the following story is true, nor however would I be able to tell you whether or not I once worked for CIA. But, if necessary, here is what could have, or perhaps did happen........
Part One: another day, another dollar?
Another fine day at the Puzzle Palace. As usual, the routine of entering CIA headquarters, at Langley struck Carl as a contradictory routine. By contract, he couldn't even reveal that he worked for CIA and yet, every morning he boarded a bus at Falls Church Shopping Center, under a sign "For CIA employees ONLY," that went straight to CIA headquarters in Langley, Virginia..
Carl Wright was an analyst, overweight, tall, and beginning too bald. His job was unimpressive. He gathered little bits of information from human and electronic sources about the Middle East. Carl's reports were circulated throughout the Middle East section, and occasionally contained flashes of brilliance. As he entered, he grabbed a cup of coffee and sat down to scan the overnight intelligence dispatches. Noting the day's price of oil, he quickly became immersed in developing an assessment of current economic trends.
About 10:30, his supervisor called him into the office. Besides Jack Harrison, his supervisor, two other people were in the office. Carl was introduced first to Susan Townsend, a curvaceous, dishwater blond, and Dick Wilson, a rather non-discript man with hazel eyes. Carl was struck by the thought that either of the two newcomers could easily blend into a crowd, and guessed they were members of CIA's Operations Directorate. "Carl, we have need for an analyst in Jordan" Jack said. "Your name was mentioned, because of the work you've done, and also because we need someone with your academic background to fit in the cover story that's available."
Carl replied, "Look, there's no way operations will take me, I just don't fit the mold of a field agent. I'm overweight, near sighted, behind on the mortgage on my house, and there is NO WAY my wife is going to go along with reassignment to Jordan!"
"You're also not a woman" Susan remarked.
"What do you mean, I'm not a woman, of course I'm not," Carl said to Susan.
Dick interrupted "This is the situation, a position has opened up at the American Center for Biblical Archaeology in Amman. We need someone who can pass as an archaeologist for the next two years, someone who has experience in analysis, and in archaeology. And unfortunately, you are the only person, currently at Langley that fits that description."
"I keep telling you, my wife won't go to Jordan."
"That's good, because neither she nor your children could go on this assignment," Susan informed him. "In fact, apart from a couple of brief trips back to the states, you won't be able to see them at all!"
"Jack, do something. You know Karen won't stand for this. My contract doesn't say I have to drop everything and go like this, does it?"
"No Carl, you don't HAVE to go, but the Agency plans to make it up to you. You're pay grade will be raised to GS-12, and for the duration of your assignment, duplicate checks will be made, one for you, and one for Beth, and since your's will be paid outside the US, it will be tax free. Your time in country will also be credited five to one towards retirement, and the Agency will be making a one time bonus payment of $2,000,000.00 tax free at the end of the assignment." Jack told him.
"I can't believe this," Susan exclaimed, "he'll never be able to do it!"
"Quiet Susan," Dick commanded.
"Is someone crazy? CIA doesn't pay that kind of money for anything! Congress will have someone's ass if they ever even heard of an offer like that. What's going on? Jordan isn't a high threat location, or do you know something I'm not aware of?"
"No, there's no real danger, it's just that." Dick hesitated.
"Carl," Jack interrupted, "do you remember Halloween two years ago, when your kids got you to dress up as a woman?"
"Yeah, so what."
"Well, the incident was placed in your personnel file, primarily because of how well you pulled it off. The initial search found no one who fit the cover story. It was only after the sex parameter was changed that we were able to come up with you. You see, this assignment calls for a woman."
"What!"
Dick explained, "A few months back, an archaeologist by the name of Elizabeth Elliott received an appointment to head up the American Center for Biblical Research. She was also working for us. Last week, on her way back here, she was involved in a plane crash. We've been able to conceal the fact, but we must get someone back in place as soon as possible. Through contacts in Jordan's Department of Antiquities, she had access to diplomatic information that the State Department says is vital to achieving peace in the Middle East. We desperately need your help, and will go to almost any lengths to get it. You should know, Susan and I have already spoken with your wife, and she agreed, though we had to pay off your mortgage to get her cooperation."
"You've already spoken with Karen? What about Congress, just as sure as anything if I agree, I'll get killed by the oversight committee as soon as that bonus gets audited."
"It's all taken care of, the Oversight Committee has signed off on the project as being "necessary to the security of the United States." They were frankly delighted to find a solution so cheap," Dick explained.
"You've boxed me in pretty tight haven't you!" Carl argued. "If I don't agree, my job will go nowhere, and my wife may kick me out! I guess I have no alternative, but I don't know how this could possibly succeed."
"Unfortunately, that's my job," replied Susan. "We are releasing a story tomorrow that Elizabeth Elliott was involved in an accident, and is confined to the hospital. That should give us 30 days to make you over and get you into place before anyone is the wiser in Jordan."
"Say goodbye to your wife and children tonight. In fact, take the rest of the day off. I'll be picking you up in the morning, and the process will begin."
At home, Carl spoke to his wife. It was clear that money was the incentive that got her approval. The thought of being debt free turned out to be a powerful aphrodisiac for Karen, and before Carl knew what was happening, she had pulled him into the bedroom, and screwed his brains out. Gasping for breath, Carl lay on the bed as Karen took his member into her mouth. It wasn't long before she had sucked him hard again. "Enjoy it will you can," she said. "According to Susan, you won't even be able to make love to another woman until you return." Lapping the underside of his dick, Karen brought him again and again to the point of climax, teasing him without release. "She said you were going to have to live and work as a woman. Well let's see how you like being fucked like a woman." With that, she climbed on top sliding his dick into her waiting opening. Spreading his legs wide, she placed her thighs between his legs and proceeded to pound him into her. Over and over, harder with each stroke, until he was no longer able to control himself. In a mindshattering climax greater than any he had known, he filled her to overflowing, spewing his sperm deep into her stomach.
After a short nap and a shower, Carl greeted his children as they came home from school. His three boys were delighted to see their father home so early, and enjoyed the afternoon playing baseball with him. After dinner, Carl explained that his job would be taking him away for 2 years, but that he had no choice. The boys were distraught. He tucked them in that night with assurances of love, promising to talk to them on the phone as often as possible, and promising to write.
Karen and Carl went to their bedroom. It seemed as though the thought of their new found wealth had kept Karen smoldering all day long. Carl had barely undressed when she sank to her knees in front of him, taking his cock between her lips, sucking him to rigid attention. Climbing up his body, she pushed him back on the bed, and immediately mounted him. The force of her lovemaking left him paralyzed, struggling to thrust back against her every drive. Her cries of passion only served to arouse him further. As she reached down and bit his neck and nipples, he could restrain himself no longer, moaning in ecstasy, he climaxed in waves, pulling her hips tightly against his body. Spent, Carl fell into a deep, dreamless sleep, with no thoughts of what would happen in the morning.
In Defense of her country - Part 2 Linda Williams
The bulletin boards abound with stories of instant changes. A man drinks a potion, or is injected with a drug, or is magically transformed into a woman. It's fun to imagine, but we all know it's pure fiction. I'm not claiming the following story is true, nor however would I be able to tell you whether or not I once worked for CIA. But, if necessary, here is what could have, or perhaps did happen........
Part 2: In for a penny, in for a pound
At 8:00 am Carl bid a tearful goodbye to his wife, and entered the agency sedan parked in front of his house. As always, fastening the seat belt over his overstuffed frame proved to be a chore. "What's the plan?" He asked Susan as they pulled away.
"You will be spending the next 2 weeks in intensive physical modification." Susan said as they entered the beltway heading north. "I'm checking you into Walter Reed, where a team of specialists will administer a series of tests, and begin changing your image into that of Dr. Elliott. Now be quiet, and let me drive."
At Walter Reed hospital, a discreet wing is kept in readiness for senior government officials, and sometimes for sensitive intelligence operations. Carl was ushered into a private elevator from the underground parking facility and taken to the 4th floor. As he entered, he noted a large number of doctors, like vultures he thought, converging on him.
"Mr. Wright?, won't you come this way please?" a middle aged R.N. lead him into a private room.
Susan followed, "there's no easy way to do this transition, and frankly, I don't think you can do it at all, but we might as well get started" she said.
"Hey, what's your problem anyway? I didn't ask for this job, don't want to do it, and resent the hell out of the whole thing. I know what my problems are, but why are you acting like a bear with a stick up its ass. What have I done to deserve this?" Carl snapped.
"I just don't like the whole thing. I'm sorry if I'm taking it out on you, I'll try to do better. In the meantime, let's get started. But, just so you know, Dr. Elizabeth Elliot, Beth to her friends, was a friend of mine, and my roommate in college. So, for the next two weeks, I'll be your roommate, and with you all the time, and everywhere you go. I'll criticize you every time you do something wrong, and I'll try to praise you when you get it right. To begin with, you have to start living and acting like a woman. So, into the bathroom, and get undressed."
Carl entered the bathroom, and noted the cosmetics sitting on the counter. Timidly, he removed his clothes. Susan took them from him as well as his wallet, his glasses, and his identification. She handed him a bottle of Nair and told him to rub it into his chest, arms, and legs. She took another bottle and rubbed the foul smelling dipilitory over his back, and down to his buttocks. "OK," she said, "I'll be back in a few minutes Beth, so be a good girl and give the Nair time to work before getting into the shower."
Carl felt queasy and quite perplexed. Sure he was overweight, but here, an obviously nubile young woman had looked upon his manhood, and found him wanting, going so far as to call him by a dead woman's name. To pass the time, Carl read the Nair bottle. He found that the creme should not be left on for more than 15 minutes. Not finding a clock, he was looking for a watch on the cosmetics table when Susan returned.
She took a stiff brush, moistened it, and began examining Carl's body hair. When it began falling out in clumps, Susan had Carl get into the shower, and proceeded to scrub away all traces of his masculine hair. She did it in such a way that Carl knew she had no sexual desires for him, a conclusion that she reinforced when she referred to his dick as "a worthless piece of meat she would soon be rid of." Not wishing to pursue the subject Carl finished in silence. After the shower, Carl dried his poor, chemically abused body while Susan laid clothes out for him.
Carl nearly had a heart attack when he entered the bedroom. Susan had laid out a conservative blue woolen suit and matching shoes for him. It wasn't until now that Carl realized the true impact of the job. Susan handed him a control panty, insisting that he tuck his penis and scrotum back between his legs. This was followed by a peach colored 48 C bra, with silicon inserts, matching half slip and camisole. As Carl struggled into each item of feminine lingerie, his head whirled with sensuous feelings as the clothing molded itself to his body, hugging every curve and bulge. The taupe colored pantyhose were a nuisance but Susan coached him until they were in place, caressing his legs, and pulling in his abdomen. The suit skirt, with a pull on waist, was easy enough to put on, though Susan had to remind him to straighten his slip. The jacket was severely fitted, with padded shoulders, and cut on a bias to emphasize the waist (which in Carl's case, just wasn't there!). While Carl slipped the mid-heel navy pumps on, Susan placed a shoulder length wig on his head. She brushed it back, over the ears, and gathered it together in a bow at the back of his head. "For today, we'll forget makeup, except for a little blush, and lipstick," Susan said as she continued to help Carl into his new role.
When all was in readiness, Susan led him to his first Doctor's visit. "Dr. Charles, this is Beth Elliott, and as you know, we need to get some weight off of her as soon as possible. What to you suggest?" Susan asked.
"Well, from studying "her" medical histories, I believe we will be able to remove about 140 of her 320 pounds via liposuction. This will allow us to rapidly match "her" body characteristics to that of Dr. Elliott. The leftover skin will be removed the following week in a process similar to a skin graft. But first, we need to get some blood work done, and hormone therapy started.
After the blood work, Susan took Carl down the hall to the next physician. Michelle Pheiffer was a plastic surgeon and urologist. She would be in charge of Carl's physical alterations. After Carl was introduced (to his disgust as Beth Elliott), Dr. Pheiffer began a detailed comparison between the facial structure of the deceased Dr. Elliott and the imposter. "As you can see, the chief problem - aside from weight - will be reconstructing the jaw line to closer match that of the real Dr. Elliott. It needn't be too close, the "accident" will explain any minor discrepancies. I believe we'll schedule the surgery for day after tomorrow. Beth, I don't want you to eat anything between now and your surgery, and limit your liquid intake to water only. Do you understand?"
Carl was getting tired of being pushed around. "Can't you call me by my name? I may become Beth Elliott, but I'm still CARL."
"Don't be a bore Beth, the only way to do this is to do it completely. Carl ceased to exist as soon as you entered the hospital. The sooner you realize it, the easier the transition will be for all of us. And remember, it's only temporary," Susan said, as she lead him out the door.
The afternoon was a little more tolerable to Carl. He found himself reviewing everything he had every learned about archaeology, and specifically the archaeology of the Middle East. He found Dr. Elliott's specialty, the transition between the Late Bronze and Iron Age I to be both interesting, and surprisingly familiar. He found parallels between the ancient conflict and the Israeli - Palestinian struggle. Carl hated to leave the safe, secure academic world, but at 4:00 Susan had other plans for him.
"Beth, I've scheduled two more activities for you today. In fact, you're late for the first appointment. I've a manicurist ready to do your nails, and to instruct you in proper nail care. Afterwards, you'll just have time to change for aerobics. From 5:30 to 6:30 Monday, Wednesday, and Friday you will be taking aerobics, on Tuesday and Thursday, you will have modern dance. The whole purpose of course is to help you develop a proper fluid, feminine pattern of motion. Besides, you'll just love the dance instructor, he's a real hunk!"
Though he knew she was teasing, Carl couldn't suppress a groan at the thought of dancing with another man. In a sort of unprotesting mindless fog, he followed Susan into a room that turned out to be a well-equipped beauty salon.
Susan directed him to sit at the manicurist's table. It seemed a little odd, with a fan in the center that apparently pulled air down through the table. The manicurist began by cleaning each finger nail. First, she used a solvent to remove all traces of oil. Then she pulled out a dremel moto-tool, and roughened the nail, in preparation for the nail adhesive. After carefully selecting a set of acrylic nails that matched the size of Carl's, she glued them onto his hands. Next, she cut them to shape and began applying an acrylic paste, carefully shaping and building the nails up in a very feminine way. Finally, after Susan chose a color, she applied two coats of a burgundy colored polish, and finished the job with a clear top coat.
Carl was too numb too protest. The changes of the day were more than he could comprehend. Having hands that were soft and pretty didn't seem quite so odd after spending the day in women's attire. The softness, the sensuousness of the clothing had aroused Carl nearly as much as it disgusted him. The pampering at the manicurist's hands only increased the tension in his groin as he watched in helpless fascination.
After his nails had finished drying, Carl asked Susan about dinner. "Remember what the doctor said, no dinner for you tonight!" Susan seemed to gloat. "With diet and exercise, we'll soon get you into shape.
Carl followed Susan back to their room. Susan laid out exercise clothes, and went into the bathroom. Carl carefully removed his jacket and skirt, hanging them in the closet. Next came the camisole, slip, and pantyhose. Carl couldn't help rubbing his body, and eventually his dick. The clothing simply felt too incredibly wonderful to put away. While masturbating, Susan re-entered the room.
"What the hell do you think you are doing?" She shouted at him.
All thoughts of sexual release vanished as he wilted under her anger. "Can't you knock first!" He yelled back at her. "All day long, you've both put me down, and excited me. What the hell did you think I was going to do, remain celibate for the next two years?"
"We'll discuss that later. Right now, we've an aerobics class to attend, get dressed!"
After tucking his penis and scrotum back into the tight fitting panty, Carl pulled on the tights. After pulling on the leotard, Carl couldn't help noticing the flat front panel made it appear that he had no dick or balls. Slouch socks, and aerobic sneakers followed, completing the image of a well-attired overweight Yuppie female. The class itself only lasted 45 minutes, but at the end of the workout Carl's entire body drenched in sweat. It felt to him as he had spent the time doing wind sprints during football practice. The instructor, a petite blond answering to the improbable name of "Mitsi" was hardly breathing hard. As the workout progressed, her encouragements gradually became (in Carl's mind) increasingly bitchy. At the end of the routine Carl, panting like a dog, collapsed to the exercise mat. Susan, though certainly sweaty, looked as she was ready for another bout with the aerobics bitch from Hell.
As he stumbled back to his room, Carl's only desire was for a hot shower, a clean bed, and a good night's sleep. Susan had other plans. As Carl stripped his sweat drenched clothes, Susan ran a bubble bath for him. As she led him into the bath, her constant cajoling began to turn to words of encouragement. As she rubbed his poor tired muscles, massaging in the scented water, he began to believe that she might possibly be attracted to him after all. As she shampooed his hair, his penis began to rise to the occasion. Slowly, trying not to disturb her, Carl began to rub himself, luxuriating under her gentle touch, entranced by the sight of his pretty feminine hands as they moved up and down his penis. Approaching his climax, he moaned, unknowingly attracting Susan's attention. Suddenly, as Susan began to yell at him, all thoughts of gratification vanished at she turned the shower on cold, full force. "You miserable son of a bitch! As soon as I try and be nice to you I find you're pounding your meat! Get rinsed and get out of there. I'll sure be glad when your hormones are under control. Get out and get to bed. You are sure as hell going to need your sleep before tomorrow!"
Deflated, Carl complied. He quickly rinsed and dried himself. In the bedroom, he put on the flannel nightgown laying on the bed. Crawling between the covers he mulled over the events of the day. Just before falling asleep, Susan handed him a cup full of pills that she explained the doctor's wanted him to take every night. Carl snuggled down under the covers, not realizing the effect of the drugs he had just taken, fell deeply asleep.
In Defense of her country - Part 3 Linda Williams
The bulletin boards abound with stories of instant changes. A man drinks a potion, or is injected with a drug, or is magically transformed into a woman. It's fun to imagine, but we all know it's pure fiction. I'm not claiming the following story is true, nor however would I be able to tell you whether or not I once worked for CIA. But, if necessary, here is what could have, or perhaps did happen........
Part 3: Dirty deeds done in the night!
Susan quickly got dressed. As she left the room, two orderlies entered, and stripped the nightgown off Carl's sleeping body. After transferring him to a gurney, they rolled him quickly down the hall and into an operating room. As his body was prepped for surgery, Drs. Phieffer and Charles began scrubbing. "Do you really think it best to go ahead with this procedure? Dr. Pfieffer asked Dr. Bob Charles.
"Yes, in this case I think it will help the patient to more quickly and completely adjust to his, err... her situation. Today's activities clearly show a great deal of aversion on his part to this program, and you know how much is riding on quickly getting "Dr. Elliott" back into Jordan."
"I know you're right, it's just, I've never operated without the patients full consent before. Oh well, shall we get on with it?"
Drs. Phieffer and Charles entered the OR. Carl's scrotum was opened and the testicles removed. His penis was cut along the length, the sensitive region around the head was preserved, while the majority of the penile material was turned inside out to form an artificial vagina and labia. An incision was made between the peritoneum and pubic bone. The vaginal pouch, and the constructed labia, were inserted into the abdomen. Using the nerve rich tissue from the head of the penis, an artificial clitoris was constructed. The urethra was trimmed, and mounted anteriorly. While Dr. Pheiffer was working on the genital areas, Dr. Charles, with another surgical team inserted silicon implants between the chest wall and the pectoral muscles creating two very realistic breasts.
After 4 hours, the anesthesiologist approved continued work on the poor unfortunate Carl. Dr. Charles, now with a liposuction team carefully removed large amounts of adipose tissue. Paying particular attention to the arms, shoulders, back and waist, the body lying on the operating room table began to take on a more feminine appearance, the waist nipped, the buttocks appearing more rounded in contrast.
Finally, Carl was wheeled away to recovery. Susan joined her there.
Carl woke. Unable to open her eyes, she felt like she was suffering from a massive hangover. She hurt all over her body. Her head, her face, her chest, her abdomen, and her groin all felt as if they were on fire. Carefully opening one eye, she explored her body with her hands. She seemed to have a strange swelling on her chest, and bandages covered her body from the waist down. "What is the hell happened to me" Carl attempted to yell, though it came out more like a squeak.
Susan, with a much kinder look than the day before, explained what had happened overnight. "After yesterday's progress, and tests, Drs. Charles and Pheiffer agreed to go ahead with your physical readjustment. You've been given breasts, and your crotch is now delightfully female! I just know we'll get along better now that you won't be trying to stick your dick into me all the time. And remember, everything will be returned to normal at the end of the assignment - if you want."
"What I want is to be put back together now! As for you, I never wanted your scummy cunt. Get your ass out and let me talk to the doctors" Carl raged.
Dr. Pheiffer, making her rounds, entered the room. "Is is true you're having some pain this morning Beth?" she inquired of Carl.
"Pain, no, I always enjoy playing mummy first thing in the morning. Of course I'm in pain you idiot! I hurt from the top of my head down to my toes, and who ever said you quacks could cut on me anyway?
"Why you did Beth. Don't you remember? Your boss, Dick Wilson, and Susan Townsend all witnessed your acceptance of this assignment. We were just implementing your desires. Now you be a good girl, and I'll have your pain medications increased." As she was saying this, she injected a solution into Carl's IV. As the pain subsided, Carl knew she had no choice. For the next two years, Carl was gone, and only Beth remained....
Turning to Susan, Dr. Pheiffer said "This may work out well. We'll keep her sedated for the next 72 hours. That will give the major surgeries time to heal, and we can begin vaginal dilation without discomforting her. Tonight, Dr. Charles and I will evaluate how much of the excess skin to trim away, if any muscle tissue should be removed, and other procedural steps in the patients rehabilitation. But for now, I've got to get some sleep. I'll see you later."
"Doctor, is there any problem if we go ahead with some of the cosmetic procedures?"
"No, now's the perfect time, go ahead."
As Dr. Pheiffer left, Susan placed calls to the cosmetic team. Within an hour, Beth had her ears pierced (twice in each ear), her hands had been manicured, with special emphsis on rubbing an Estradiol softening creme into them. The calluses on her feet were pared away, and a complete pedicure given. And finally, two electrolysis technicians began the lenghty process of removing her beard, and shaping her eyebrows.
That evening, Beth was returned to the OR. An experimental infusion pump was placed in her abdomen. This pump delivered a series of natural and synthetic hormones. A built in computer and clock regulated the hormone release to closely mimic that of a normal woman. All it required was refilling every 30 days, by injection through the skin. Dr. Charles began the plastic surgery to remove the excess skin (left over from the removal of the fat by liposuction). By 5:00 the following morning, Beth, still asleep, had the basic shape she would need. 140 pounds lighter, missing her male genitals, under hormone therapy, manicured, pedicured, ears pierced, and stiched together like a rag doll, Beth slept on.
At 10:00 that morning, the electrolysis technicians returned with a dermatologist. For the next two days, they worked around the clock, removing Beth's beard, and chest hair. By Friday morning, when Beth was allowed to waken, they had logged nearly 150 hours working on her. Though she would require additional treatment, for the most part, her beard was gone. Anyone seeing the sleeping Beth, with IV tubes, heart and respiration monitors, and bandages would never believe that just three short days before she had been Carl, making love with Karen his wife like two dogs in heat. She looked so fragile, so helpless, and so delightfully feminine, that all agreed she would have to trouble passing as the esteemed Dr. Elizabeth Elliott.
To Be continued....