Friday, June 25, 2021

Now What?

In case you haven’t noticed, the last story is done.  So the questions is, now what?  I honestly don’t know.

 Writing the usual stuff I put in this blog has become difficult, but I’m trying to push past it.  It’s difficult, because back in November, I had cancer surgery.  The surgery lasted a lot longer than they anticipated, but in the end, the surgeon was satisfied that he had gotten all the cancer out of me.  (Hooray!)  It wasn’t until several months later though that I noticed something.  My entire libido was gone.  I had no interest in anything at all that would usually affect me sexually.  And now here’s the strange part, Karen, my alter ego, also seemed to be gone.  Which is strange because Karen was never a sexual thing for me.  Back what seems like a thousand years ago now, when I first began exploring and being Karen (in the closet of course), I learned that Karen wasn’t a sexual thing at all.  I simply felt more relaxed, more right, dressing as Karen.  Oh, and I did it a lot – within the confines of my home of course – with the curtains drawn!  But since the surgery, Karen doesn’t seem to live inside me anymore, and I miss her. 

 Recently though, in the last few months, I see small signs that things in those categories might be returning a little bit.  Once in a while, I get sexually interested again.  More often, I get interested for a little while, then nothing ever becomes of it for a few weeks, then it comes back.  So maybe, things are starting to return.  Some.  Maybe.

 In my quest to find the Karen side of me again, I’ve been going back and reading all of the Karen Singer books I’ve published over the years.  Most of them.  I’m not doing Baby Bobby or the McComber Switch, for now.  The rest of them are the ones that I consider to be my better books – the ones that really belong to what I like to think of as my transgendered lives collection.  I’m already working on another post about these books that includes my opinions and favorites.  It’ll be another week or so before I post that since I’m still reading.

 In the meantime, the question still remains.  What’s next?  I never finished Mercy Me.  I also wrote about two chapters in another story idea I had about a home invasion and the main character is kept in diapers and different forms of bondage all the time.  Do I go back to working on Mercy Me, or do I try and write the new story, or do I write something else.

 Or…do I write nothing at all. 

 I don’t want to close this blog.  At the least, it’s a way for me to let people know about any books I write (see the My Books page).  So if I’m going to keep it, then I might as well do something with it – like write stories.

 So please, tell me, what would you like to see?  Leave me a comment or send me an email (My Books page).  Let me know.  Give me some ideas – a story scenario or other idea, a story title, anything!  Challenge me!  I love to write, and right now, I’m not writing anything at all. 

 Please stay safe and healthy everyone!

Karen

Friday, June 18, 2021

Monsters - Chapter 41 – Rewind to the End – Part 2 of 2

 

Monsters

By Karen Singer

 

Chapter 41 – Rewind to the End – Part 2 of 2

 Both German shepherds lifted their heads and turned to face the outside wall at the same time.  One of them let out a faint growl.

“What is it boys?” Candy Brinkley asked as she looked up from working at her desk.  She noticed the two dogs getting to their feet.  “Visitors?”  She got up and headed toward the front door.  She opened it and went out to the porch, letting her dogs out at the same time.  There were no cars in front of the house, but now she noticed a motorcycle entering her long driveway.  Two motorcycles!  Both of the black.  As she stared at the motorcycles coming her way, she noticed that each rider was dressed entirely in black.  Two women motorcyclists, she noted.

The dogs automatically took up defensive positions on the front lawn.  They growled and barked ferociously as the two motorcycles pulled to a stop in front of her house. 

“Tor!  Chan!” Candy ordered.  The two dogs stopped barking, but they continued to growl menacingly at the two riders.  Candy watched as one of the women took her helmet off.  It was a woman she didn’t recognize.  The other one left her helmet on with the windshield down. 

“You might want to call off your dogs,” Brandy told her.

“Who are you?” Candy asked.

“Who I am isn’t important,” Brandy replied.  “What’s important, is that I’m your guarantee.”

“My what?”

“Brandy pulled a gun out her riding suit and aimed it at one of the dogs.  “Call your dogs off or I’ll kill them both.”

“No!” Candy cried.  “Suddenly frightened.”

“Trust me,” Brandy told her, “I’ve killed more dogs in my life than I can count.”  She nodded towards the other rider.  “I’m sure she has too.”

“Who are you?” Candy asked again.

Instead of answering, Brandy extended her arm with the gun towards one of the dogs.

“No!” Candy screamed.

“Call them off.  You don’t need them anyway.”

Frightened of losing her beloved pets, Candy yelled, “Tor!  Chan!  To me!”

The dogs immediately stopped growling and went up on the porch, each one sitting down on one side of her.

Brandy put her gun away.  “As I was saying,” she said.  “I’m your guarantee.”

“Guarantee for what?”

“That she won’t hurt you in any way at all.”

“Who’s…she?”

Carol now took her helmet off.  “Me,” she said.

Candy studied the new woman.  She shook her head, not recognizing her.  “Who are…”  And then it hit her.  “Carol?”

Carol nodded.  “Yeah.  May we come in?  I promise, you’ve got nothing at all to fear.  And like she said, she’ll guarantee it.”

“How?” Candy asked, now more alarmed than she had been.

“Trust me,” I can,” Brandy told her.

“That means nothing to me,” Candy replied.  “By all rights, I should call the police right now.”

“Don’t bother,” Carol told her.  “Not only will we make sure you don’t call anyone while we’re here, but I’ll be completely out of the country in a few hours.  Nobody will find me.”

Candy stared at her for a moment, then asked, “Why would you want to come in?”

“To talk.  Nothing more.”

“I’ve got nothing I want to say to you.”

“I’m sure you don’t, but I’d like to talk anyway.  Please?  Can’t we just all sit down and have some coffee or something?”

Candy grunted a laugh.  You…want to sit and have coffee…and talk…like a normal woman?”

“Yes!  Is that too much to ask?”

“With you?  Yes.”

Carol got off her bike and walked partway toward the porch, then stopped.  The dogs were both growling softly.  “Let’s go in and sit…and talk,” she said.  “And I suggest you put your dogs up somewhere.  We’ve both killed more dogs in our lives than we can remember.”

Alarmed at them threatening her dogs again, Candy backed up and opened the door.  “Tor!  Chan!  Inside!” she ordered.  She held the door open as the other woman got off her motorcycle.  A moment later, Carol and Brandy followed Candy into her home.

“Nice place,” Brandy noted as she looked around.

“Thanks,” Candy replied.  “I do the decorating myself now.”

“Nice,” Brandy said again as Candy led them into the kitchen. 

“You’re still fixing up and selling houses?” Carol asked as she and Brandy took seats at the table, while Candy started pouring mugs of coffee from a pot that had already been made.  The two dogs laid down on the kitchen floor.

“That’s what I do,” Candy replied.  “Sometimes I build one from scratch, but mostly I buy, fix them up, and sell them.”

“Candy girl, the handy girl,” Carol said with a smile.

“Not so much anymore.  I just do real estate now.  I’ve got two different crews working for me.”  With three mugs of coffee in her hands, she carried them to the table where she sat.  She pushed a mug toward each woman and kept the third one for herself.  “What did you want?”

“To talk, nothing more,” Carol said.  “We just made a trip down to Dallas where we did the same thing for…” she nodded towards Brandy, “…my friend here.  Each of us had a first.  A beginning.  She just had a nice talk with hers, and you were mine.”

“Your beginning?”

“Yes.  You were my first victim.  Mom may have made you what you are now, but it all started while she was still in prison, and she let me have my way with you.  That was when I first began to discover who I really was.”

“You were a monster!” Candy said angrily.

Carol nodded.  “Mom told me you said that once.  But it’s become a title I’ve worn proudly ever since.  I’ve spent my whole life now becoming even more of a monster.”

“As bad as your mother?” Candy asked.  “Because I can’t imagine a monster worse than her.”

“Huh!  Nobody can match Mom.  Not even me.  She’s…unique.”

“To this day, I still can’t talk about her,” Candy said, anger in her voice.  “Except, I guess now with you.”  She turned towards Brandy.  “Do you know what her mother does?”

“Oh yeah,” Brandy replied.  “Janice and I have become good friends.”

Candy shook her head.  “What she did to me…”

“Yeah,” Carol replied.  “I know.  I get it.  But believe it or not, Mom considers what she did to you a step up in the world.  You know how she hated men.”

“So she said,” Candy replied.  “So what is this?  A forewarning that she’s coming back for me?”

“No,” Carol said.  “She’s got no reason to.  She’s done with you.  Oh, she was a bit mad for a bit that you wound up with the last million dollars she had left here, but that didn’t last long.  She’s got so much money now that a million dollars wouldn’t even be pocket change for her.  No.  She could care less about you now, except that she always wished she had finished you properly.”

“Finished me!  What else could she have done?  Isn’t this bad enough?  I’m a woman.  I was never meant to be a woman.”

Carol nodded.  “Yeah, but she says she should have made you believe you were a woman, changed your mindset, your thinking, so that you would know you were a woman.”

“Have you any idea how many years I went through therapy?  Useless therapy because what she did to me wouldn’t let me talk at all about what she did to me.”  It took forever before my mind started to catch up with the changes in my body and I finally realized that I was a woman.  Like it or not, it’s what I had become.  That took me years to get to that point!  Life before that was…hell!”

Carol nodded.  “Yeah.  I’m sure it was.  That’s why Mom said she should have changed your mental outlook too.  She never had the chance.”

Candy glared angrily at Carol as she took a sip of the coffee she didn’t really want.  “So why now?” Candy finally asked.  “Why did you stop in to see me now?”

“I’ve seen you a number of times since then,” Carol told her.  “You just didn’t see me.”

“You have?”

“Yeah, but it was always as you were coming out of church, and only from a long distance off.  So I only saw you for a few moments each time.”

“Why bother?”

“Because you were my first.  There’s something special about a first.  You were mine, so I had to check in to see you once in a while.  I just couldn’t let you know I was there.”

“You couldn’t?”

Carol shrugged.  “I’m still a wanted woman in this country.  I don’t work here much anymore.”

“But you came now?”

“I was doing another job.  Now it’s done.  And as I said, you were my first.  This may be the only opportunity I’ll have in my life to talk to you.”

“Just because you consider me to be your first.”

Carol nodded.  “That’s about the size of it.”

“What did you want to know?”

Carol looked for a moment at Brandy, then back at Candy.  “I think she put it best when we visited her first.  I guess, I want to know…are you happy?  Finally?”

Candy stared at her for a long time without answering.  The silence seemed to build in the room.  Finally, she said.  “Yes.  I’m happy.  I guess, as happy as I can possibly be.  I used to love teaching, but you took that away from me.  But I now I think I love rebuilding old houses, bringing them back to life again, more than I did teaching.  There’s something about fixing the broken buildings up again and breathing new life into them that seems to satisfy me.  Maybe it’s because of what you and your mother did to me, broke me, then tried to breathe a new and different life into me.  I don’t know, but it’s what I do now.  So…yes, I guess I’m happy.”

Carol nodded.  “Good.  I’m glad.  I know this is personal, but…do you have…a love life?  Does anyone love you?  Do you love anyone else?”

Again, Candy looked at her for a long time without answering.  “No,” she said softly.  “There’s no one.  “I’ve been out with a few men over the years, but nothing ever came of it.  Now, it’s just me and my dogs.”  She looked down at the two German shepherds lying on the floor, and smiled.  “They’re my babies.  I love them to death.”

Carol nodded, then stood up.  From the pockets of her riding suit, she began pulling out stacks of money.  “I know you don’t need this, but she did it, so now I am too.  Take this and use it to buy yourself something nice.  Something that will make you happy.  Splurge on yourself.”

“I don’t want your money!  I want nothing at all to do with you.”

“I know,” Carol replied.  “I understand.  But I sure don’t need it and I’m not taking it back.  Like I said, splurge on something that you will enjoy.”

 

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The two women hugged tightly.  “Two months is too long!” Brandy said.

“Way too long,” Carol agreed.  “But as much as I’m not looking forward to traipsing all over Europe in lavish gowns, I am looking forward to see you again.”

“Yeah.  And hey, getting dressed up nice for a little bit might be fun for a change.”

“Yeah.  I know.  But a whole month of it?  I’ll go crazy!”

“Me too,” Brandy agreed.  “I know I’m only going to be able to take so much before I start going stark raving mad.  You know me.  I need to let my frustrations out on someone.  More than just Ralphie.”

Carol smiled.  “Don’t worry, I’ve already arranged for Wu Enterprises to make sure we’ve got plenty of rope available, everywhere we go.”

Brandy smiled.  “Oh good!  I have no doubt we’ll be able to find plenty of…uh…innocent victims to play with.”

“Everywhere we go,” Carol agreed.

“Absolutely!” Brandy said.  She smiled.  “That doesn’t mean that I’m going to let poor Ralphie off the hook.  Before we go, I’m planning on buying Ralphie an entire new wardrobe just for that trip.”

“More hooker outfits?”

“Nope!”

“Fancy ballgowns?”

“Nope!”

“Brandy!  You’re not going to let him dress normally, are you?”

“Not on your life!”  She laughed.  “I’m having an entire wardrobe of adult baby girl outfits made for him.  For the entire trip, everywhere we go, that’s all he’s going to have to wear.  That, and his diapers.  I’ve had him in them now since I killed Beastman.  He’s not getting out of them until sometime after that trip.  He’s going to be absolutely miserable!”

 

The End!

 

Tuesday, June 15, 2021

Monsters - Chapter 41 – Rewind to the End – Part 1 of 2

 

Monsters

By Karen Singer

 

Chapter 41 – Rewind to the End – Part 1 of 2

 Johnny Morrow was in his limousine on his way to work.  But he wasn’t heading to his old headquarters building, he was heading toward one of the hideout buildings he had outside of town.  Things had been quiet for a few days now, but he had seen quiet times before…usually just before all hell broke loose.  It was one of the reasons he was so worried. 

There were rumors circulating that Romo Geovelli had gotten hit a few days ago, and he had gotten hit hard.  But they were just rumors.  There was nothing to say whether those rumors were true or not.  If Geovelli could get hit that hard, what would they do to him?  He, Besinski, and Allingham were the only three bosses left in the city.  There hadn’t been only three bosses since the fifties.  Someone else was taking over Las Vegas and in the process getting rid of every boss here.  Consequently, he was trying to make plans to move.  Permanently. 

His phone rang and he answered it.  “Morrow!”

“Boss,” one of his men said.  “We’re at the old building where your office used to be.  You better get down here.”

“Why?  It’s too dangerous.”

“It may not be.  Someone left you a little present.”

“What kind of present?”

“Uh…I’m not sure.  Just get down here and see for yourself.”

But Morrow couldn’t chance going anywhere where someone might find him.  He sent another of his men instead.  Five minutes after he arrived at his latest office, his phone rang again.  The caller ID showed it was one of his top men.  The man he had sent to check out the present.  “Yeah?” he answered.

“Boss,” his man said.  “I’m here, but I don’t believe what I’m seeing.”

“What is it?”

“Just get over here.  It looks like Retribution has come through after all, and she left you proof and a receipt that the job is already paid in full.”

“What?  She’s been missing for weeks!  We thought she was dead.”

“Evidently not.  Just get over here and see for yourself.  Frankly, I don’t know what to make of it.”

Morrow had grave reservations about going, but he did.  When he got there, he stayed in the car and sent two more of his men inside to check it out.  Ten seconds after they walked through the door, one of them poked his head out and motioned that it was safe for Morrow to come in.  He got out of the car nervously and entered the building.  He got through the lobby and stopped.  What he saw boggled his mind. 

He recognized the man of course.  Romo Geovelli.  But he was stark naked, walking around in a squatted position with his arms bent up to his armpits and flapping them a bit as if they were wings.  Geovelli didn’t appear to understand anything anyone was saying to him.  He just tried to get away from all his men as it looked like he was searching the floor for something.  It was a few moments before Morrow realized that Romo was making small noises.  Kind of…clucking sounds.  Like a…chicken!  What the hell?  As close as he could figure, Romo Geovelli was acting like…a chicken. 

There was a sign hung around Geovelli’s neck.  One of Morrow’s men grabbed it for him, which seemed to send Romo momentarily into a fit of panic, although to all appearances he still acted completely like a chicken.  Morrow read the short message:

 

Morrow.  Geovelli turned out to be behind everything.  All of it.  His mercenaries are all gone now, and as you can see, for all intents and purposes, so is Romo Geovelli.  His mind has been torn from him and been replaced with the brain of a chicken – forever!  We raided his accounts because of all the trouble he gave us, so your bill is paid in full.  This is your receipt and proof that the job is done.  – Retribution.

 

Morrow read through it twice.  Romo was behind it all?  But as far as he could see, the proof had to be right in front of him.  At least according to Retribution.  Still, he would keep his head down for a while more.  He’d check with the others too to see what they knew.  If Romo was indeed gone now, then there were business opportunities he had to jump on as soon as possible.  No doubt Besinski and Allingham would be trying to jump on them as well.  But did they know Romo was out of the business now?  As far as he could see, he might have a slight advantage in knowing what they didn’t know – yet! 

He looked at the…chicken moving around in his lobby.  Romo Geovelli.  Once the biggest boss in the city.  Now, Morrow wasn’t sure what he was.  Maybe he really was a chicken of some sort.  But that begged the question.  What the hell should he do with him…or it?  It might be funny to take him out to a farm somewhere and put him in with a bunch of other chickens, just to see what happened.  He smiled.  Yeah.  Now that would be very interesting.  Maybe that’s what Retribution had in mind all along for him to do with Romo.  And if Geovelli really was behind it all, that would be Retribution indeed. 

 

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“Sit down, dear,” Janice Stokley said to the maid as she motioned toward one of the seats at the table. 

Nervously, Natalia approached the table where both Mrs. Stokley and Brandy were sitting.  She sat cautiously on the edge of the chair.  Mrs. Stokley wasn’t a woman to be trifled with, and being called out for any reason at all was dangerous.  She could lose her life.  Worse, she could become one of the woman’s victims – a fate worse than death. 

Janice leaned across the table and grabbed Natalia’s hand in hers.  “Natalia,” she said kindly.  “It has come to my attention that you don’t seem to be happy working for me.  You want to move on.  I have heard that you would like to possibly become Brandy’s maid instead.”

Natalia tried her best to judge the situation.  Mrs. Stokley didn’t look angry, and neither did Brandy.  She decided she needed to take a chance.  “It’s not that I don’t like working for you, I love it.  You gave me a big chance to prove myself.  But it’s just that…my family has always been the personal servants to some of the most important people in history.  And working for you, all I do is take care of your guests.  I don’t…belong to anyone one particular person.”  She looked over at Brandy.  “And I just thought that…Miss Brandy might find me far more useful than that…thing she has now.  I can do so much more for you miss than he can,” she said to Brandy.

Janice nodded.  “I wondered if it was something like that.  And your family history was one of the reasons I hired you in the first place.  But Natalia, you do know that most of the people you take care of for me are some of the richest, most important people possible.  Many of them are government leaders.  Very influential people.  I wouldn’t trust the care of those guests to anyone I didn’t fully trust.  The people you handle for me require the very best care possible, and so far, you’ve done and outstanding job for me.”

“Thank you,” Natalia said, blushing slightly.  I guess I hadn’t realized that.  But it’s just…I guess I want to be needed by one person.  Someone important.  I want to be the person taking care of that one important person.”

“I see,” Janice replied.  “And you think Brandy here would be a good fit for you?”

Natalia looked briefly at Brandy, then nodded.  “Yes, Ma’am.  If she’ll have me.”

“Natalia,” Brandy said.  “It’s not that I don’t appreciate you’re offer, I do, but you have to understand something.  I don’t have Ralphie there just to take care of me.  All that is secondary.  Natalia.  I’m a bitch.  A first class bitch.  I’m a monster.  And I take all my frustrations out on Ralphie nearly every day.  The more I’m frustrated, the more I take it out on him.  Natalia, working for me, I’d probably kill you inside a month.  In a week, you’d be so afraid of me you wouldn’t know what to do about it.  I’m sorry Natalia, but it just wouldn’t work out.”

Natalia’s eyes went wide with surprise, but she also felt disappointed.  “I’m sorry,” she said.  “I was just hoping.”

Janice smiled.  “Natalia, give me a little while.  I’ll look around and see if there isn’t a better situation for you.  Would that suit you?”

Again, Natalia was surprised.  “Yes Ma’am.  Very much.  Thank you.”

Janice nodded.  “Give me a little time, after we get home.” 

What she didn’t tell Natalia, was that after working for her, Natalia knew too much.  Natalia would become one of her few women victims, even though she would never know it.  In a few weeks, Natalia would remain the perfect maid, absolutely happy to be working her hardest for her in any capacity she could.  And in the process, Janice would do one other thing to her too.  Most women yearned for a man they could love.  Janice would remove that from her entirely and make her interested in women instead.  Janice hated men.  All men.  She saw no need of any of them at all.  So there was no reason she could see why Natalia should need one either.  In the end, Natalia would be happy.  Very happy.  She would be the perfect maid for all her guests.  And Natalia would find it impossible to tell any secrets about Janice and what she did.

 

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Two black motorcycles screamed down the highway.   The riders were dressed from head to toe in black riding suits that offered no clues at all about who they were.  Even their helmets that covered their entire heads made them totally anonymous.  Only the shape of the bodies inside those riding suits told the story of two women, each with a young voluptuous figure.  At the speeds the two women traveled, the trip from Las Vegas to Dallas, Texas didn’t take nearly as long as it would for someone driving a car.

For Brandy, this trip to Dallas was a total secret.  Her Uncle Dominic who lived in Dallas would kill her if he knew she was there without his knowledge.  Her Uncle Vinny would kill her twice over if he knew she was there – and especially why.  But being a client now of Wu Enterprises had its advantages.

They stopped on the outskirts of the city at a house one of the Wu Enterprise agents had.  “We found her,” the agent told them.  “We are watching, but she is working still.  She usually gets home about four o’clock.”

“Thanks,” Brandy told him.  “I think the best time for us to do this is later tonight.  After it gets dark.”

A few hours later, just before the women were going to leave, the agent came and found them.  He had his phone stuck to his ear.  “Miss Brandy,” the agent said.  “Our people tell me that a car just pulled up to the condo where she lives.  A man got out and is heading for her door.”

“Okay,” Brandy said.  “We’ll have to wait.

The agent stayed there listening to his phone, then smiled and said.  “It looks like she’s going out with him.”

“Huh!” Brandy grunted.  “A date?”

“Possibly,” the agent replied.

“Okay,” Brandy said.  “Have them keep watching.”

It was almost eleven at night by the time they got word that the car and the woman had returned.

“Do you want to do it tonight, or wait?” Carol asked.

“No.  Let’s do it tonight.  Unless the guy stays, of course.”

“The man went inside with her,” the agent told them, his phone still stuck to his ear.

“Doesn’t sound good,” Carol noted.

“Wait!” the agent said.  “He’s coming out again.  Getting into his car.”

“Let’s do this,” Brandy told them.

They followed the Wu agent to the condo where Brandy’s very first victim lived.  Bobbie.  They studied the situation from a distance.  Brandy went to talk briefly with the agent.  “And you’re sure that nobody knows we’re here?” she asked.  “I’m particularly worried about my uncle.”

“No one knows,” the agent assured her.  “As you requested, we have been particularly cautious.”

“Okay.  Thanks,” Brandy told him.  With a nod at Carol, she got her bike moving and headed into the parking lot.  The two of them parked their bikes where the woman’s friend had parked just a little while earlier.

“Let me,” Carol said to Brandy as they approached the ground-floor door.  “Maybe you should stand back.

Brandy moved away from the door and Carol knocked.  It was a minute before the door was answered by a nice looking woman.  “Bobbie?” Carol asked.

“Yes?” Bobbie replied cautiously, seeing a woman she didn’t know, and one dressed for riding a motorcycle.  “Who are you?”

“I’m your guarantee that you won’t get hurt and nothing bad will happen to you.”

“What?” Bobbie replied, now more nervous than she had been.

“May we come in?” Carol asked.

“We?  Who’s…”

Carol pushed her backwards into her apartment, only then did Brandy move from the side of the doorway and come in.  She was closing the door behind them before Bobbie even saw her. 

“What’s going on?” Bobbie asked in alarm.  And then she finally got a good look at Brandy.  Her mouth fell open and a moment later, the fear hit her.  “You!”

Brandy nodded as she got her first good look at Bobbie.  “Yeah.  It’s me,” she replied.

Bobbie nearly fell down from the fear.  Tears came to her eyes.  “No.  I had hoped you’d be gone forever.”

“Don’t worry,” Brandy told her.  “I am gone forever.  I’m not even here now.  Trust me, nobody will ever know I was here.”

“And like I said,” Carol added.  “I’m here to guarantee nothing will happen to you.  You’ve got nothing to worry about.”

“Who are you?” Bobbie asked Carol.

Carol grunted a laugh.  “An assassin,” she replied.

“You’re going to kill me?” Bobbie asked, backing up a few steps.

“Nope!  Like I said, I’m your guarantee that nothing will happen to you at all.  This meeting is about one thing and one thing only.”

“What?” Bobbie asked.

“Talking,” Brandy replied.  “You were my very first victim.  Which means you were special to me.  You were back in high school, and it’s been that way every since.  All I want to do is to find out how you’re doing.  That’s all.  Nothing more.”

“How I’m doing?”

“That’s all,” Brandy replied.  “Can we sit?  Maybe have some coffee or something?”

“Sit?” Bobbie asked, not really understanding things.

“And maybe some coffee,” Carol added.

But Bobbie was just standing there, too frightened to move.

“Bobbie!” Carol said firmly.  “Coffee!”

Bobbie finally moved toward the kitchen, but she kept her eyes on Brandy almost the entire time.  While Bobbie made some coffee, Brandy and Carol sat down at the table. 

“You’ve got a boyfriend,” Brandy said.

“We’ve…gone out a few times now,” Bobbie told her.  “You were watching me?”

“No.  Unfortunately, I didn’t see him.  We had someone else watching for when you’d be home so we could come by.  We would have done this earlier if we could.”

“Someone watching us?”

“Don’t worry, as soon as we leave, they’ll be gone – forever!”

“How am I supposed to know…”

“Trust us!” Carol told her firmly.  “You’ve got nothing to worry about.”

When the coffee was ready, Bobbie brought each of them a cup.  She grabbed a cup for herself, then sat down at the table with them.  But she was obviously nervous.  “You’re not going to start…”

“No!” Brandy said cutting her off.  “I’m not going to do anything with you, except talk.  And this will probably be the only time in my life I’m going to do it.  Like we said, you’ve got nothing to worry about.  I just want to find out how you’re doing.  What your life is like now.  How long did it take you to stop wearing the diapers?”

There was a troubled look on Brandy’s face.  “Years!” she finally admitted.  “It was three years before I even dared try going without them.  Then it took me a few more years to fully gain continence again.  I still sometimes wet the bed at night.  Fortunately, not often anymore.”

Brandy nodded.  “But dressing as a girl stuck.”

Bobbie nodded hesitantly.  “The way things were with my mother, because of what you forced me to do, I could never tell her about you.  Never!  So it was easier to just tell her this was the direction I wanted to go with my life.  Eventually…”  She shrugged.  “I got here.”

“Did you ever have that final operation?” Brandy asked.

“Four years ago,” Bobbie admitted.

Brandy nodded.  “No going back now,” she said.

Bobbie shook her head.  “No.”

Brandy leaned forward.  “Bobbie, are you happy?”

“Happy?”

“Yes.  Happy.  Are you happy with your life?”

“I sometimes wonder what my life would have been like if you hadn’t…done this to me.  Would I have been better off, or not?  Back in Cincinnati, we had nothing at all.  But there was this man there that we only know as Mr. Vinny.  He helped us out and got my mother a much better job here in Dallas.  By the time we moved, I had no choice at all but to go as a girl.  And after we got here, I was still too afraid of you to change anything.  Like I said, I was even too afraid to not wear the diapers all the time – for years!  I never knew how you did it, but somehow, you could always see what I was doing.  Always!  You knew everything!  I had no way of knowing if you could still see me here in Dallas or not, so I dared not change anything.”

“But Bobbie,” Brandy said again, “Please, are you happy in the life you have now?”

Bobbie stared at her for a moment.  “Yes.  I am,” she replied.  “I teach kindergarten, and I love it.  I date sometimes, and I enjoy it.  So I guess, I’m happy.  Happy enough anyway.  I just don’t know how happy I would have been if I had stayed as who I was, before you did this to me.  I’ll never know.”

“No,” Brandy admitted.  “You’ll never know.  Nobody will ever know.  But I do know that you were poor.  Dirt poor.  You and your mother barely survived.  I do know that even back I Cincinnati, my Uncle Vinny was watching out for you, even while I was still messing with you.  If it wasn’t for him, things would have been far worse for you and your mother, and you would never have had the opportunities you’ve had ever since.”

“Your uncle?”

“Yeah.  Vinny is my uncle.  And he’s a powerful man.  Powerful enough that even I don’t dare go against his word.  And his word was that I should never see you again.  So this is a little meeting that never happened.  You’ll never hear from me again.  I just wanted to…see you.  To find out…what your life is like now.”

Bobbie shook her head.  “My life is good.  I’m happy.  I just don’t know what my life would have been otherwise.”

“How about your mother?” Brandy asked.  “How is she?”

“She’s fine,” Bobbie replied, then smiled.  “She’s worked her way up to a vice-president in her corporation now.  A real big shot.  She makes very good money now.  Not like when we lived up north.”

“Good!  I’m glad to hear it.  Are you two still close?”

Bobbie’s eyes went wide.  “Very!  I just pray you’re not going to do something now to ruin things.”

“I guarantee it won’t happen,” Carol threw in.

“You?  An assassin?”

“Trust me,” Carol told her.  “I can guarantee that Brandy will have nothing more to do with you…or your mother.”

Brandy stood up.  From the pockets of her riding suit, she started pulling wads of wrapped bills.  Money.  She set it all on the table.  “There’s twenty-five thousand dollars there,” she told Bobbie.  “Buy yourself something nice.  Do something with it that will make you happy.  On me.”

Bobbie stared at all the money, then looked angrily back at Brandy.  “Is this your way of saying you’re sorry?  Because it will never be enough!”

“Am I sorry?  Hell no!  You were simply my first.  My very first victim, of which there have been more than I can count.  My whole life now is dedicated to doing horrible things to people.  You were lucky, most of the people I work with now wind up either maimed for life, or dead.”  She nodded her head at Carol.  “She’s an assassin, one of the best in the world.  And I’m an enforcer.  I make sure people toe the line inside of criminal organizations.”

“And she’s one of the best in the world at it too,” Carol added.

“I’m not sorry at all.  You were simply my first, that’s all.  And as such, you’re special to me.  You always will be.”

 

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