Detective Charles Hyde Was surprised to find a stack of case files on his desk. He had just returned from a meeting with the Assistant District Attorney who was prosecuting the big organized crime case Charles and his team had put together. He was scheduled to testify this coming Tuesday and the ADA wanted to make sure that he was ready for his cross examination. Charles was not expecting to take on any new cases till after the trial but the note on the stack was from his captain, instructing him to look them over and report to her office as soon as possible. Charles took a look and quickly saw a pattern. Each victim was male in their early to late 20's, in good physical condition, popular on the party scene, and all seen leaving their last known location with an attractive woman. The odd thing was that the first few men were seen leaving with the same woman while the later men were seen with different women. None of the men had been seen since disappearing, their vehicles were found parked where they had been left the night of the disapearances and there were no hits on their credit cards or ATM's. That was not a good sign in Charles' opinion. He headed upstairs to his Captains office, her secretary motioned for him to have a seat while she buzzed to announce his presence. The secretary looked over at Charles, "The Captain has been in a weird mood today, good luck in there."
Outwardly these woman looked healthy, hell they looked beautiful but the suffering in their eyes and the pained sound of their voices raised Charles' heart rate. He was about to exit the room when the figure on the second bed in the room caught his eye.
This woman looked just as beautiful as the others, but there was no sound coming from her and she was absolutely still. Charles reached down and felt for a pulse and found none. "Patient Zero" he said under his breath. He closed the woman's eyes and silently made the same promise he made to all the homicide victims he had come across in his career, to do his best to avenge her death. As he walked out of the room he turned to his left and faced the final door.
He entered slow and saw that except for a steamer trunk the room was completely empty. He stood staring at the trunk for what seemed like forever. Charles had the extreme knot in his stomach he got when he was around dangerous criminals and politicians and a bead of sweat formed at his temple. Something was drawing him to the trunk, he felt his legs moving him forward yet had no control over them. Suddenly the lid to the trunk sprang open and he was bathed in a red light. He felt his clothes fly off of him and hit the ground as he body raised in to the air. Dark forms flew out of light and began to wrap themselves around him. His mind was encompassed by the light but he could vaguely begin to feel his body transform. His frame began to shrink, his muscles faded as his body fat began to redistribute. Charles could feel his face transform as his cheekbones shifted and skull shrank. He began to cry softly, not from pain but from the ecstasy. The light was taking away all of his will power and the purpose of his mission faded to the pleasure of his transition from man to woman.His shrunken torso began to develop pert breasts that were soon supported by the lingerie that the dark forms from the trunk were becoming. His hair began to grow out and a whispered desire to be blond in the recesses of his consciousness caused it to begin to lighten. Finally he felt his penis and testicles withdraw completely in to his body as his vagina took form and his ovaries and womb sprang in to existence. Charles heard a small feminine whimper escape his lips as his masculine essence escaped him.
He felt himself lowered to the ground but he still couldn't move. His free will was now gone and Charles waited for his orders from his new master. A voice in his head like dry leaves crackling spoke, "Go, bring me more like you. Bring me more food." Charles turned to follow orders when suddenly the ancient voice screamed out in pain sending shudders through Charles and knocking him, now her, forward and off of her feet. Just like that the fog in Charles' mind lifted. She looked back at the trunk as it rattled and bounced giving off some of the worst sounds she had ever heard. She jumped to her feet forcing aside the sensations of her new body in a desperate attempt to get out of the room. The ground beneath her pitched and buckled as the whole house began to shake once again sending Charles flying. She rolled over to push herself back to her feet just in time to see the Trunk burst in to flames.
The flames gave off no heat though and seemed to actually drop the temperature in the room. A high wind rushed through the small space making it hard for Charles to breath. She looked at the door just feet away yet she was pinned by the freezing wind. She reached in vain for it as her vision went black and consciousness left her. Slowly Charles began to awaken. Her head was buzzing like she had just left a loud concert and she had goosebumps all over from the lingering affect of the cold. She was laying on her back and was captivated by her new form as she raised her new stocking clad legs against the wall.
"Oh God, it's real. IT'S REAL!!!" she squealed in her new feminine voice. Scrambling to her feet Charles ran her hands down her body. The soft feminine flesh and long hair on his shoulders were undeniable.
She turned to where the trunk was and saw nothing but ash. snapping herself out of the revelation of her victory she ran out of the room and found a living room full of confused and terrified women.
They were gathered in front of the Wizard and Sorceress who were passing out pedialyte bottles and bananas that were being hungrily eaten. Over the next few hours the mystical duo proceeded to explain the situation to the men who now found themselves trapped in female form. None were to happy about this but all agreed that it was better to be alive with their free will restored than to be doomed to the horrible fate that befell the first victim and owner of the home. One after another glamour spells were cast that would allow the women to return to modified versions of their lives. Everyone who had ever known them now believed that they had always been female. Knowledge and comfort of their new bodies was implanted in to their minds, willingly accepted, to allow them to cope with their new forms. The women left the home after exchanging information as they now found themselves part of an exclusive sorority of survivors that would need to each others support . They also profusely thanked Charles for her bravery in saving their lives. After the last woman had left Charles and the Mages were left to discuss the aftermath. "So," Charles said has she absentmindedly played with her blond hair, "What do we do about the fatality back there?" The Wizard spoke, "We will cast the same spell on her as we did the others. About an hour after we leave her neighbor will realize that she hasn't seen Patricia, I've always liked that name, in a couple of days. She will find her in the bedroom and call the paramedics. They autopsy will find a brain embolism and her family will be contacted so that they can provide her a proper burial and mourn the loss of their loved one." Charles nodded her approval to the plan. The woman now entered the conversation, "Now Dear, lets get you out of that trashy lingerie and stockings full of runs. I've always liked lighter tones on a girl of your complexion."
Charles caught her reflection in the mirror on the wall and had to admit she looked great in this bra and panties set. Tears of joy once again welled in her eyes, "I can't thank you two enough, I am finally who am I was supposed to be!" She gave big hugs to them both. "My Dear, you did all of the heavy lifting, we just pointed you in the right direction. Now what shall we do for you? I already know you will be calling yourself Kyra Hyde but would you like us to change your life more than that? A modeling career perhaps? Or a job on the television?" The new Kyra smiled, "No thanks, I love being a cop no matter what my gender. All this means for me now is that I can go shopping for a sexy business suit to wear when I take the stand! Now conjure me up some street clothes so we can get out of here and grab something to eat, come on it's my treat."
Charles walked in and noticed that Captain Brooking was staring at her screen, completely unblinking. "Hello Captain, I read those files you left me and..." Before Charles could finish his sentence the captain stood up quickly and looked passed him as if he wasn't there. When she spoke she sounded like she was in a trance, "Good. Sit at my desk and some one will be in shortly to speak to you. I have to pee." The Captain walked stiffly out of her office. Charles couldn't help but wonder if the "Brass" were drug tested as often as the rank and file. Sitting in the Captain's chair Charles noticed that her computer wasn't even on. Suddenly his thoughts were interrupted by a mans voice from across the desk, "Hello Detective." Charles looked up and two people were now sitting in the chairs opposite him. The chairs were definitely empty just a second ago. They were both at least in their sixties, the man was dressed in grey sweat pants, t- shirt and a maroon bathrobe. The Woman was at least dressed as though she had not been rousted from bed but her colorful outfit reminded him of a gypsy and she looked like she would be more at home reading palms at a carnival. "I take it you are the folks the Captain wanted me to speak to." The woman smiled and sipped from a coffee cup that she seemed to produce from the folds of her skirt, "Right down to business, I like that. You are very good at hiding your feelings about our sudden appearance, also a good sign that we have chosen wisely." The man in the bathrobe nodded his agreement, "You see Detective we do not have a lot of time, there are many lives at stake and the danger is growing exponentially." Charles leaned forward, the man's comments had clearly gotten his attention, "I take it this has to do with the missing person cases, what can you tell me?" It was now the woman's turn to speak, "They are not missing, we have located them, we now need your help in rescuing them. They have been transformed by an ancient force that feeds on masculinity. It was designed by and Evil Wizard many thousand of years ago to not only defeat his enemies but turn them in to submissive women who would then live the rest of their lives as his slaves. It bounced around from master to master for a millenia until it was trapped about eighty years ago inside a steamer trunk and thought lost to the ages. Unfortunately some unlucky soul has found it and unwittingly released it. With out a master to control it, this force is gorging itself with no regards to the consequences. It's victims will mystically last a bit longer than a normal human with out food or water but under the monsters thrall these poor people will not think to eat or drink and it will not compel them to since it can simply use them to lure in their replacements. They will eventually starve to death leaving behind beautiful corpses." Charles let this soak in and the trio sat in silence until he spoke, "Oh...K. I am going to call some folks to come in and help you. They are very nice people and they are going to take you to a very special hospital." He reached for the phone and began to dial when the man in the bathrobe stopped him dead in his tracks, "That would be a huge waste of time Kyra, time we do not have." Now the facade of calm professionalism dropped from Charles demeanor. "How can you know that, no one knows that. I wont be blackmailed!" Charles' voice was tense and he had risen from his seat taking two steps back as if he was now physically under attack. The woman's voice was calm and soothing when she spoke, "My Dear, please sit down we are not a threat to you. We are here because if this goes to plan we will be helping each other out. You will help us to destroy a rogue creature that has lived far to long, and we will help you achieve your dream of being the woman you know in your soul you were meant to be." Charles plopped in to the chair, blinking as if he had looked to long in to the sun. His mouth was dry when he spoke, "I have never told any one about that. Anyone. If I decide to go along with all of this craziness how exactly am I supposed to stop this thing? If you two are so great why don't you stop it yourself?" The man pulled a bottle with a purple liquid out of the pocket of his robe, "This thing is like the T Rex from Jurassic Park. Some stuff it can see coming and some stuff it can't. If a Wizard and a Witch..." The man was interrupted by the woman clearing her throat in displeasure and giving him a cross look. "Jeez sorry, if a Wizard and a SORCERESS of our power got near it the fight would take out several city blocks. But it would never have the cunning to suspect that it's food had been poisoned. Once you drink this potion you will essentially be a poisoned lamb. You will go to it, it will devour your masculinity tainted with the mystical poison. This monster will finally be dead and you will be a beautiful woman." Charles was having a hard time processing what he was hearing but he knew in his soul that they were telling the truth, "Will you be able to change the victims back in to men?" The pair shook their heads "no" and the woman spoke, "We will not be able to do that but we can help them deal with what has happened and cast spells so that they can return to as normal a life as possible. Besides they will have their free will back and life as a woman is much better than dying painfully." Charles stood up, this time firmly and with conviction, "Come on lets get going.I'll drive."
As the trio sped to the address the two Mages provided, Charles' thoughts swung from believing he had finally gone crazy to the anticipation of getting what he most wanted in the world. Since he was young he had admired girls and women. At first he thought it was just natural curiosity but soon Charles came to realize that his feelings ran deeper, that he wanted to be a woman, that deep down inside he was a woman. He knew that others wouldn't understand and that he just wouldn't be able to explain as faith was so often difficult to communicate to others. So he buried himself in his second greatest passion, police work. Had he believed these two people because he wanted what they were saying to be true so so badly that it had clouded his judgement? Was he really going to drink a magic potion from the pocket of a man in a bathrobe and face an ancient evil being? Charles pulled to a stop outside of the house, and the man handed him the glass vile. "bottoms up." He waited for any kind of odd feeling but he felt no change, shrugging he headed for the door. As he approached a gorgeous blond stepped out.
Charles jogged up to her, "hey there sexy where are you off to?" He asked with a great deal of trepidation in his heart. The woman smiled, "Well I was going out to look for a little company but it looks like I didn't have to go very far! My name is Brandie, Why don't you come inside stud, I bet I can give you a life changing experience." Charles followed the blond inside and immediately felt the change in the atmosphere. The air was stale and it was at least twenty degrees hotter than it was outside. The blond continued walking and spoke to him over her shoulder, "why don't you go on to the back bedroom stud, I'm going to fix us a drink and meet you. Then we will party!" He watched her as she moved off in to living room. She had not even asked his name. Before he moved in to the rest of the house Charles reached back and forced the door knob till it broke. It was a little trick he had learned while working patrol to keep any suspects from getting out of the front door while he was searching a residence. Instinctively he unsnapped the latch on his holster, allowing for a quick draw. Charles began to move towards the back, a heavy sent of perfume hung around him stinging his eyes. The blond who greeted him was no longer in sight but in the living room he found another beautiful woman.
She had a vacant look on her face as she gazed over her shoulder at him. Suddenly a look of seduction appeared, sending a chill down Charles' neck. "Hi Stud," she said with a bit of a southern drawl, "my name is Tera, why don't you head to the back bedroom and get comfortable, then I will come in and rock your world!" Charles said nothing to her as he continued on down the hall way. A feeling of dread washed over him. Gone was the concern about this being an elaborate hoax. Now he was worried that if the Wizard's potion did not work he would end up a mindless fembot. The Sound of giggles from a bedroom to his left caught his attention. Charles opened the door slowly.
The two woman were just as stunning as their "house mates". Once again he found himself being looked up and down this time by two pairs of bedroom eyes, "Hi Stud," They said in unison, "I'm Jodie" the blond said, "And I'm Rachel" the brunette said as she leaned seductively on Jodie. Once again they spoke in unison giving their words an otherworldly affect, "Why don't you head on back to the back bedroom and we will be in to show you the time of your life." Charles backed out of the room and looked down the hall. The door at the end was closed, he began to advance on it with purpose now. Suddenly he heard a new sound from the second to the last bedroom, a low moan that stopped him in his tracks. Charles pushed the door open. Inside there were several beds and many more women but these women looked extremely lethargic. The woman on the bed closest to the window struggled to raise her head, "Hi stud," She said weakly, " I.. I..I'm so hungry please please help me."
then to his right he caught a glimpse of a standing figure. This Brunette was struggling to put her bra on and trying to maintain a standing position while propped against the wall. She looked like she would collapse at any second. There was no attempt at seduction this time, "so...hungry, so ...thirsty."
This woman looked just as beautiful as the others, but there was no sound coming from her and she was absolutely still. Charles reached down and felt for a pulse and found none. "Patient Zero" he said under his breath. He closed the woman's eyes and silently made the same promise he made to all the homicide victims he had come across in his career, to do his best to avenge her death. As he walked out of the room he turned to his left and faced the final door.
He entered slow and saw that except for a steamer trunk the room was completely empty. He stood staring at the trunk for what seemed like forever. Charles had the extreme knot in his stomach he got when he was around dangerous criminals and politicians and a bead of sweat formed at his temple. Something was drawing him to the trunk, he felt his legs moving him forward yet had no control over them. Suddenly the lid to the trunk sprang open and he was bathed in a red light. He felt his clothes fly off of him and hit the ground as he body raised in to the air. Dark forms flew out of light and began to wrap themselves around him. His mind was encompassed by the light but he could vaguely begin to feel his body transform. His frame began to shrink, his muscles faded as his body fat began to redistribute. Charles could feel his face transform as his cheekbones shifted and skull shrank. He began to cry softly, not from pain but from the ecstasy. The light was taking away all of his will power and the purpose of his mission faded to the pleasure of his transition from man to woman.His shrunken torso began to develop pert breasts that were soon supported by the lingerie that the dark forms from the trunk were becoming. His hair began to grow out and a whispered desire to be blond in the recesses of his consciousness caused it to begin to lighten. Finally he felt his penis and testicles withdraw completely in to his body as his vagina took form and his ovaries and womb sprang in to existence. Charles heard a small feminine whimper escape his lips as his masculine essence escaped him.
He felt himself lowered to the ground but he still couldn't move. His free will was now gone and Charles waited for his orders from his new master. A voice in his head like dry leaves crackling spoke, "Go, bring me more like you. Bring me more food." Charles turned to follow orders when suddenly the ancient voice screamed out in pain sending shudders through Charles and knocking him, now her, forward and off of her feet. Just like that the fog in Charles' mind lifted. She looked back at the trunk as it rattled and bounced giving off some of the worst sounds she had ever heard. She jumped to her feet forcing aside the sensations of her new body in a desperate attempt to get out of the room. The ground beneath her pitched and buckled as the whole house began to shake once again sending Charles flying. She rolled over to push herself back to her feet just in time to see the Trunk burst in to flames.
The flames gave off no heat though and seemed to actually drop the temperature in the room. A high wind rushed through the small space making it hard for Charles to breath. She looked at the door just feet away yet she was pinned by the freezing wind. She reached in vain for it as her vision went black and consciousness left her. Slowly Charles began to awaken. Her head was buzzing like she had just left a loud concert and she had goosebumps all over from the lingering affect of the cold. She was laying on her back and was captivated by her new form as she raised her new stocking clad legs against the wall.
"Oh God, it's real. IT'S REAL!!!" she squealed in her new feminine voice. Scrambling to her feet Charles ran her hands down her body. The soft feminine flesh and long hair on his shoulders were undeniable.
She turned to where the trunk was and saw nothing but ash. snapping herself out of the revelation of her victory she ran out of the room and found a living room full of confused and terrified women.
They were gathered in front of the Wizard and Sorceress who were passing out pedialyte bottles and bananas that were being hungrily eaten. Over the next few hours the mystical duo proceeded to explain the situation to the men who now found themselves trapped in female form. None were to happy about this but all agreed that it was better to be alive with their free will restored than to be doomed to the horrible fate that befell the first victim and owner of the home. One after another glamour spells were cast that would allow the women to return to modified versions of their lives. Everyone who had ever known them now believed that they had always been female. Knowledge and comfort of their new bodies was implanted in to their minds, willingly accepted, to allow them to cope with their new forms. The women left the home after exchanging information as they now found themselves part of an exclusive sorority of survivors that would need to each others support . They also profusely thanked Charles for her bravery in saving their lives. After the last woman had left Charles and the Mages were left to discuss the aftermath. "So," Charles said has she absentmindedly played with her blond hair, "What do we do about the fatality back there?" The Wizard spoke, "We will cast the same spell on her as we did the others. About an hour after we leave her neighbor will realize that she hasn't seen Patricia, I've always liked that name, in a couple of days. She will find her in the bedroom and call the paramedics. They autopsy will find a brain embolism and her family will be contacted so that they can provide her a proper burial and mourn the loss of their loved one." Charles nodded her approval to the plan. The woman now entered the conversation, "Now Dear, lets get you out of that trashy lingerie and stockings full of runs. I've always liked lighter tones on a girl of your complexion."
Charles caught her reflection in the mirror on the wall and had to admit she looked great in this bra and panties set. Tears of joy once again welled in her eyes, "I can't thank you two enough, I am finally who am I was supposed to be!" She gave big hugs to them both. "My Dear, you did all of the heavy lifting, we just pointed you in the right direction. Now what shall we do for you? I already know you will be calling yourself Kyra Hyde but would you like us to change your life more than that? A modeling career perhaps? Or a job on the television?" The new Kyra smiled, "No thanks, I love being a cop no matter what my gender. All this means for me now is that I can go shopping for a sexy business suit to wear when I take the stand! Now conjure me up some street clothes so we can get out of here and grab something to eat, come on it's my treat."
Excellent return to form. I love this story. I have trouble buying Kyra as anything other than an undercover vice cop. She'd be the best ever at breaking into prostitution rings.
ReplyDeleteWha? Oh yes! Undercover. I'm just being pumped full of cum for uh... evidence. MMmmmm tasty evidence ^_^
DeleteThanks Jodie! I am always a little nervous when I click post but it's good to know your friendly voice is out there in the internet wilderness.
DeleteKyra, Law and Order has taught us that you can never collect to much evidence!
DeleteThank you sooooo much! It's an absolutely fantastic story, though I am a little biased ^_^
ReplyDeleteYou are welcome Kyra! I am really happy you like it. I love your site and always appreciate your comments. I wanted to come back strong with this story and also honor your bravery. I read your post about telling your family about who you really are and can't imagine the courage it took to do that.
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