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The Transition Pill - Chapter 6 More Pills and More Trouble
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Chapter 6 - More Pills and More Trouble


After another night to rest and sleep, I feel energized and ready to visit TSE and Dave Wilson to pick up the additional pills.  I walk into the bathroom and look at myself in the mirror.  After a full night’s sleep, the tiredness, sadness and anger is gone from my face.  I look at the soft, tight but supple skin of a 25 year old woman with auburn hair that has a touch of red tint.  I feel the weight of my DD breasts tugging on my chest and my hands reach up to cup them underneath and feel that weight in my hands.  Slightly bouncing them in my hands, I love the look of my areolas.  They are large but, to me, perfectly matched in size with my breasts.  They are a slightly darker color than pink with Montgomery bumps decorating them. I start fantasizing as I roleplay out loud, “Hi Ian.  Do you like my titties?” and I tweak my nipples into raised hardness while I bounce them.  Tweaking them sends pleasurable feelings to my clitoris and vagina.  I watch in the mirror as my hands trace my curves, feeling along my waist and down to my 36” hips.  “Damn, what guy can resist this!”  It’s a self acknowledgement of my beauty, not a question.  But am I losing my previous sense of self when I was Steve?  Am I no longer Steve but Anne?  Or someone in between these two identities?  My hands feel the tightness of the muscles in my abdomen then glide down to my groin.  My fingers explore within the folds of my outer labia, probing further within my inner labia as I pleasure myself with two fingers.  I feel my wetness grow within as my fingers move back and forth across my clitoris.  “Oh Ian”, I moan and the pace of my fingers quicken.  My climax builds until the nerve endings in my clitoris signal my orgasm, hypersensitivity creating great pleasure and I moan in delight as I squeeze my legs together around my hand.  The pace of my hand slows to gentle circular motion as my orgasm eases.  Oh, that felt so good.


After a shower, I dress in my skinny jeans and a blouse.  I gotta do something about this hair.  I check salon reviews.  After several calls, I’m getting frustrated that I cannot get a quick appointment until finally, success.  Settling into the chair, I request a short voluminous cut with bangs that leaves my hair length halfway down my neck, not reaching my shoulders.  I love being in this salon.  It’s a world that is almost exclusively the realm of women and I enjoy the banter of the women, joining in the talk about men, relationships, clothing styles, while my hair and nails are being done.


Finished with my salon visit, it’s time to check Wilson’s progress with the pills.  I text him..
...Dave, it’s Anne
...Hi Anne
...bet it’s crazy there now
...we should save this for when you come in
...the pills?
...come in
...can you put an appointment in your system for Anne Smith to see you 2:00
...will do
...bye


Shortly after, my phone rings. “Hello, Anne?”
“Is this Ian?”  Of course it is.  But a woman has to tease a guy into thinking he’s not the only one.
“Yeah, hi, it’s Ian.”
“What’s up Ian?”
“Steak and potatoes or Italian?”
In my best tantalizing voice, I respond, “Ian, are you inviting me out for dinner?”
“Anne, would you like to come to my place for dinner?”
“Why Ian, you’re going to make me dinner, aren’t you?!”
I’m having fun with him and he’s getting a little frustrated.  “Are you always this difficult, Anne?”
“Only with someone I really like.”  Hey, I gotta rope that bronco in. “I love both depending on my mood.”  Hmmmm….Italian red sauce on my blouse?  Don’t want that.  “Let’s go with steak.”
“Great.  A guy’s gotta love a girl who likes steak.  6:30 ok?”
I giggle, “Well a girl’s gotta love a guy who offers her steak or italian.  I’ll be there with bells on my feet and a bottle of wine.”
“Bye Anne. I’ll text you my address.  Anne?”
“Yes, Ian?”
“I’m really glad I ran into you.”
“See you, Ian.”  So important he hears me say his name to finish.


It’s 2:00 pm as I pull up to TSE.  I approach the receptionist and her ambivalent greeting confirms she has no idea who I am.
“May I help you?” I cannot help but think she is such a bitch.
“Yes, I have an appointment with Dave Wilson for two o’clock.  Can you please let him know Anne Smith is here?”
The bitch receptionist checks her computer screen and calls Wilson.
I casually look about and notice a security guard at the entrance doors to the building.  He is armed and definitely not one of those fat rental guards.
Wilson comes out to greet me.  “Hello Ms. Smith.  So nice to meet you.  Why don’t we go into a conference room.”
We pass the guard and enter an unoccupied room.  Wilson comments, “You look stunning if I say so myself.”
“You did a great job with the DNA restructuring.  My God, I love what I have become.  So this place is probably buzzing like a hive of angry bees.”
“Actually it’s been quite calm, other than we’ve been told it was a false fire alarm two nights ago.  We were told that Summers is sick and won’t be back for awhile.  We haven’t seen him around.”
“Awhile?  Try forever.  He was going to inject me with his love potion.  I punched him in the face and he fell to the floor and fell on the syringe.  His body caused the plunger to self inject himself.”
His eyes open wide, “So that’s what happened.”
“Who’s in charge?”
“Sullivan.”
“Sullivan, that bastard.”
“Anne, they are monitoring me closely.  It’s difficult to make the pills.  Here.” He hands me two pills.  “These are each 6 months duration.  They have the sleeping enzymes in them too.”
“Only 6 months each?  That’s good, Dave, but I need years per pill.”
“I’m sorry but that requires a longer process time.  Like I said, they are watching me closely.”
I reach out to hold his hands. “Dave, I’m sorry.  I don’t mean to pressure you.  I was suspicious of you in the beginning but I understand you are trying to help me.  I feel strongly though that I want to remain like this for the rest of my life.  That’s why I want pills that last years.”
“I’ll do all I can for you.  But there’s something more important to discuss.  You don’t know this but all along, you’ve been a test subject for Summers and Sullivan.”
“What?”
“When you were escorted to the transitioning room, I had the opportunity to look at Summers’ computer files.   Here”, and he hands me a flash drive.  “It’s got all sorts of information on it.  All the past test subjects died in some way except for the one before you.”
“Who is it?  Where are they?”
“I haven’t found that info on the file other than a spreadsheet says they disappeared, whereabouts unknown.  But there’s more, the feds from the National Defense Security Agency are behind this.  They are looking for you.”
“Oh my God, Dave, why won’t they leave me alone?”
“For one, you’ve got those data probes inside your head.  They want them.  Two, they probably consider you too dangerous to them to let go.”
“I’ll let them have the probes.  Just leave me be.”
“Anne, I think you know, your life is changed forever.”
“Then I’ll hide in plain sight, just like this if you can get me more pills.”
“I’ll try to make you more pills that are longer in time than the two I just gave you.  ”Let’s meet again tomorrow.”
I look at the two pills and I look at Dave.  Tears well up in my eyes and I reach out to give him a tight hug.  “Oh Dave, thank you.”  I wipe the tears from my eyes.  “I’m sorry for getting so emotional.”
“Anne, don’t you realize that you are acting normally as your new self?”
Is it true?  Am I really a woman and nothing else?  I want to be nothing else.
“I guess.  I’m just happy to have you helping me.  If you could just make one pill to last me the rest of my life, I would take it.”
“I’ll work on some that will last much longer.”
I lean forward to hold his cheeks in my hands and I give him a platonic kiss on the lips.  He breaks out in a smile.
“Same time tomorrow Dave?”
“Sure. Let’s do that.”


I have some time to get ready for my dinner date.  My first stop is at the liquor store to pick out a nice bottle of cabernet sauvignon.  Next stop is the craft store.  The craft store you ask?  Why yes, to get some little bells to tie to my wedges.  I hope Ian finds that funny.  All this time, I’ve gone without perfume.  A quick stop at the store and I get a small bottle of Acqua Di Gioia and some makeup with brushes.  I feel so excited about my approaching dinner date with Ian as I pull up to the motel.  I step inside to freshen up and apply some makeup.  Not too much but just enough to make my looks pop.  A little eyeshadow, mascara, eyebrow pencil, a little bit of blush and subtle pink lipstick.  As I gaze in the mirror with my hand on my hip, I crack a half smile.  Amazing how the complexion of a 25 year old female can look so beautiful with so little makeup.  
I giggle to myself as I take some string and tie the bells to my feet.  Will Ian think that’s funny?  Soon enough I am pulling up to a condo complex.  The bells jingle as I walk along in my 3” wedges.
A ring of the doorbell and when it opens, I am greeted by the most handsome man with a great smile.  Even with 3” wedges, I am looking up to him.  His eyes are brown and so beautiful to me.  I break out in a smile.  Ian enthusiastically greets me, “Hi there Anne.  Come in.  Come in.”  His eyes glance at my chest.  I am wearing a low-cut blouse that displays my ample cleavage.  Some women might be annoyed having their breasts looked at but it’s a feature that I like to flaunt at him.  Is it biology that influences me to do this, an underlying need to breed and perpetuate the species?  With wine in hand, I walk in with the bells jingling on my feet.  Ian closes the door behind me and pauses as I walk several steps and turn to face him.  “Anne?” and then he looks down as I raise a foot to shake my bells.   Ian laughs and I laugh too.
“I see that you are a woman who follows her words with action.”
“I figure this girl better be about action, when she’s dealing with a former Ranger.”
“Never former, my dear.  Once a Ranger, always a Ranger.”
Those two simple words he spoke, ‘
’, how I like the sound of that.  “So what have you in mind for dinner?” as he guides me to the kitchen.
“Since the lovely lady chose steak, I thought we would share a meal of filet mignon, and pan roasted brussel sprouts.  I hope you like brussel sprouts.”
“Mmmmm, sounds delicious”, and I watch him season the steaks as I open the bottle of wine.  As I reach to grab a pair of wine glasses, I turn to look back at him.  With his back facing me, I enjoy the view of his broad shoulders that narrow down to a trim waistline.  This man might be inactive military but it’s apparent that physical fitness is still important to him.  I pour two glasses of wine and carry them as I step to be at his side.
“We need to toast”, I declare.
“I have a thought”, Ian says.  “How about...to friendship and love in the world?”
I smile broadly at him, “To friendship and love in the world.”  Our glasses clink and as we both sip, our eyes are transfixed upon the other’s eyes.  Does he know my eyes are begging him to kiss me?  I have my answer as we set our glasses down.  Ian puts his hands around my waist as he pulls me tight.  Instinctively I tilt my head upwards and close my eyes, my arms reach around his neck as he leans into me.  Our lips meet, and my heart beats faster, breathing becomes more rapid as my mouth opens to welcome his tongue.  My senses swirl when we finally unclench.  He still holds me as I pat his chest with my hand.  “We’ll never eat mister, if we keep on like this.  I’m getting hungry.”  Nothing like giving him a little bit of what he wants and pulling back.  Haha, but I wanted that too.
“Me too.  I am so-o-o hungry too.”
My heart swoons as I think, ‘hunger for food and hunger for other things’ as I smile to myself.  Dinner cooked, Ian regales me with tales of his Ranger days.  I feel a sense of frustration within me because I have no history as Anne to share with him.  What am I going to say?   Tell him how I fought my way out of a clinic that was run in collusion with a federal agency that is looking for me?  So I make small talk and manipulate a couple of stories from Steve’s past to share.  Wow, ‘
.  I speak of my past male self in the third person.  But that is precisely what I want...Steve in the past and Anne in the present and my forever future.  We retire to the couch for more conversation, sipping wine.  Ian is right handed and I sit to his left.  I didn’t think to do this, I just did it, without thought, in case he might need to reach with his right hand.  Enjoying our company all the more, he listens to me intently as I do with him and I laugh at his silly jokes.  This is just what I’ve always read and heard, that women desire a man with a sense of humor, someone that makes them laugh and with a sense of kindness towards others.  I really like him alot.  As we talk, we both gradually inch our bodies closer to each other until finally, he turns towards me and I look up, into his eyes.  Ian turns his body more towards me as I submissively ease back, providing him with the upper position.  He moves in and our mouths join.  Our lips, locked together, open and close in unison as our passion builds, our tongues searching for the other, massaging, twirling.  His hands are roaming along my upper arms, searching all over me.  My left hand is tussling his hair as our kissing continues.  I feel my arousal growing down below as biology urges us onward.  I break off our kiss, “Ian, I...I’m sorry.  I need to stop this.  There are some things going on in my life that I need to get straightened out before I get too involved with you.”
Ian is understandably exasperated, “I don’t understand Anne.  Did I say or do something wrong?”
I place my hand on his cheek and look into his eyes.  “God no.  You are too wonderful for any woman to let go.   But there are issues that I need to address and I don’t want to drag you into my messy life.”
“But maybe I can help.”
“These are so personal that I cannot bring you into it.”
“How long will it take?”
“I hope to end this soon.  It could be a week, a month, maybe as long as a year?”
“I can wait for you.”
I hear those words and I just want to take him in my arms.  “Ian, I feel strongly about you.  It’s because of that, that I need to fix some things.  The way I feel now, I want nothing more than to hold you and never let go.  I better go.”  I get off the couch and grab my purse as Ian walks me to the door.  I turn to face him.  I look up at him but I don’t know what else to say.  I reach up with one hand to touch his face.  He looks sad as I lean up to kiss him on the mouth but it’s not passionate like a few minutes ago….just a sad goodbye.  “I will reach out to you Ian, but it’s best you not reach out to me.”


I walk to the car, holding back tears.  Shutting myself within the cocoon of the rental car, I break out crying.  My emotions pour out as I feel I want him and must have him.  I start up the car and head back to the motel.  The only way I can resolve this is to get more pills from Dave Wilson so I can live out the remainder of my life as Anne.  To be Anne.   With Ian.  Is this what true love is about?  The pain of being away from someone, to want another person to be a part of your life forever?  I just met him.  How can I be so emotional about him? Is this true love at first sight?  I wipe tears and streaks of mascara across my face as I drive down the road.


The next day arrives and, besides thinking of Ian, I can think of nothing else but meeting with Dave.  Oh God, please have the pills ready for me.  I text Dave…
….hi dave, anne
….yes
….shall I come
….yes but let’s do this for end of day 5:00
….k


Minutes are like hours and hours like days as I look ahead to my meeting with Dave Wilson.  Considering that I am walking into a den of lions, I decide I need to be prepared.  I already have a knife with leg sheath from the guard but I only have his Beretta 9mm pistol.  I visit a couple of gun shops and find a portable hip leg holster for the Beretta.  Now I can wear these underneath my dress on my legs.  I buy some 9mm ammo and extra mags that the leg holster will hold as well as for my handbag.  I return to the motel to prepare myself until finally I head down the road to TSE.


It’s 5:00 as I walk through the front doors and approach the receptionist desk.  I am so nervous, God please, just let me meet with Dave.  Please dear God, no guards, no feds.   As I stroll to the desk, I can feel the knife and Beretta strapped to my leg, underneath my dress.  I just hope no one notices the slight bumps showing through.  The receptionist is gone for the day so I sit in a chair in the reception area, taking care that my dress doesn’t ride up my legs too high and cause my weapons to be exposed.  I wait for Dave to walk through the doors that are guarded by a single man and the minutes tick by.  My apprehension grows...5:15...5:30...5:45.  Something is wrong.  He should be here.  He said he would be here.  A voice talks through the guard’s two-way radio but it’s too garbled for me to hear from where I sit.  He’s been called and he disappears through the doors.  Now’s my chance as I hurry to the doors and look through the glass.  Down the hallway, I see a guard standing outside what was Summers’ office.  I reach inside my handbag and pull out the cap, mask and top scrub that I removed from Summers’ dead body.  Donning these, I hold the knife with the butt end facing upwards.  Scanning the hallway, I see no other guards as I pass through the doors and walk towards the guard standing outside Summers office.  I notice the office is open next to Summers’ office and decide to go inside.  I wave at the guard, trying to promote my image as just another worker at the clinic and he acts disinterested in my presence.  I flick on the lights, pretending to conduct business in the office.  I listen intently through the walls, trying to determine who and how many are in there.
“Where is he?”, followed by a slapping sound.
“Please, I don’t know.  I only know he stopped by.”  Sounds of more slapping and punching.
“And you.  We sent you out there to track him down.”
I hear a couple other voices talking.  “I’m sick of getting nowhere with this.  We need to take Wilson to the office and get rid of this one.”   ‘No, if they take Wilson, I’ll never get the remaining pills’, I think.  Time for action.


Holding the butt end of the knife, I hide it by my side as I exit the room, turning off the lights.  I walk up to the guard and turn to face him, as if I am about to say something.  Looking down at this woman, he is obviously unconcerned as I look up with eyes decorated with eyeshadow and mascara.  With fury and speed, I ram the butt end into the base of his chin, giving him a concussion.  I give a punch to the side of the head for good measure as he falls.  He’s heavy as I catch him, needing to prevent his slumping body from crashing to the floor and creating a commotion.  My heart is beating rapidly, I am so fearful that more guards will suddenly appear.  With a bit of effort on my part, I drag the unconscious guard into the next room.  I check the Beretta to make sure a shell is in the chamber, mag fully loaded.  Holding the gun in my left hand and knife in my right, I stand before the door.  I cannot believe I am doing this as I tap on the door.  Adrenaline surges within me as my body redirects blood to my muscles to create a surge in energy, my brain is on high alert and my pupils widen to allow more light to enter my eye.  My body is tense and ready for action, my breathing becomes shallow.  The door opens as my left hand thrusts forward with the pistol to smash the face of my greeter.  He falls backward as I burst through the door, pushing it all the way open.  My peripheral vision looks for threats all around the room.  A guard several feet across the room begins to raise his rifle at me.  His body actions are slow motion to me as my eyes fixate upon his movements, tracking him.  I am like a lioness on the hunt.   My brain, programmed by nanoprobes with knowledge for handling and throwing a knife, sends data to my tendons and muscles in my right arm and hand.  The knife is raised, my arm follows through releasing the knife on its trajectory.  The knife tip reaches its target, piercing his neck until it reaches the final target, the carotid artery.  The knife cuts the artery and the guard reaches up in shock, blood spurting through the wound.  His rifle clatters upon the floor.  Within 30 seconds he will be dead but he falls to the floor, clutching at the knife, his blood pressure rapidly dropping due to the severity of his mortal wound.
To my left another guard, attempts to swing his weapon in my direction.  I leap and swing my right leg with a scissors kick to the guard’s neck.  Stunned, he drops to the ground as I incapacitate him with a throat strike using the first dorsal tendon between my thumb and index finger.  The initial greeter attempts to get up and I greet their face with a scissors kick.  My left arm extends with the beretta in my left hand, sweeping the room until it points at the interrogator.  It’s Sullivan and he is pointing a pistol at Wilson’s head.   Wilson is bleeding from the face and head and clearly has been roughed up.  He’s sitting in a chair but is untied.  I glance at the other person.  My eyes open wide in recognition of the other person, it’s Ian.  I don’t know whether to be angry or happy.  Ian sits in another chair, his hands bound behind him with duct tape and duct tape covers his mouth.
“Steve.  You’ve been a Goddamn pain in the ass.  I don’t know what you want with Wilson but if you make one move towards me, I’ll blow his damn brains out.”
“I cannot believe you’ll do that Sullivan.  You need him to develop your pill.”
“If you shoot me, I’ll instantly pull this trigger and kill him.”   He doesn’t know I so desperately want the pills that I hope Dave made for me.
“Looks like a Mexican standoff.  So where do we go from here?”  Keeping the gun pointed at Sullivan, I step up to Ian and pull the tape off his mouth, then pull the knife from the dead guard’s neck.  Wiping the blood from the blade on the guard, I resheath the knife to my left leg underneath my dress.
Ian starts to talk, “Anne, I…”....
….but he’s interrupted by Wilson, “Ian is one of them.  I don’t trust him.”
My mouth opens in shock, my eyes dart back and forth between Ian and Sullivan.  “Ian, is this true?  Are you one of them?”
“Anne, I was but not anymore.  You have to believe me.”  At this point, I don’t know what to believe.  A man for whom I was quickly developing strong feelings, is now revealed to be a member of an organization that tried to kill me.  Or is he?
I hope to end this, “Sullivan, you want the data probes out of me.  Wilson, can you take them out and give them to Sullivan?”
“Yes.  It will take a few minutes.”
“What do you think Sullivan?  You get the data probes.  Wilson and I walk.  You don’t need Wilson to repeat all of this.  You must have all the info except the data probes to verify methods.  I’ll lower my gun if you agree with this.”
“Ok.”
I lower the gun to my side but my finger is still on the trigger.
“Put the gun down.”
I slowly set the gun on a desk as Sullivan turns his gun on me.  “Dave”, I say “go get what you need for us, for me.”  He looks at me and nods.  I hope he understands my eyes are pleading for the pills.
An eternity passes and Wilson returns.  He makes a tourniquet around my upper arm and finds a good vein.  Inserting a needle into my vein, he pops in the nanoprobe extractor.  He injects an enzyme that calls out to the data probes.  Things feel a little bit fuzzy as I sense something is happening within me.  After a few minutes, Wilson acknowledges that the nanoprobe withdrawal is complete.  The extractor is pulled out and Dave puts a bandage over the insertion hole.
Sullivan barks out, “Hand that to me.”
“No Dave”, and I open my hand.  He places the extractor device in my hand.  “Dave, pick up my gun.”
“No.  I’ll shoot.”
“Shoot me and I’ll smash the probes.”
“I’ll have Wilson.”
“Not if I snap his neck first before I die.”  Wilson looks at me with a surprised expression. “Dave, pick up the gun.”  Wilson picks the gun off the floor and hands it to me. “Dave, let Ian loose.”
Wilson objects, “But he’s with them.”
“Let him loose.”  Dave works the tape off Ian’s wrists.  “Ian, either you’re with him or you’re with me.  Which side are you choosing?  Just don’t get too close to me right now.”  I slowly reach to pick up the Beretta.  Ian steps to my side but keeps his distance.  “I’m going to put the probes down.  If you make any sudden move this is going to end badly for everyone.”  Slowly, I place the probe extractor on the desk.  “Ian, Dave, slowly move out behind me.”  They motion out the door.  Sullivan keeps his gun trained on me.  “My reflexes are really fast.  I wouldn’t try anything.  I’m leaving.”
Sullivan looks at me with hate in his eyes.  I’m sure the look I’m giving him is the same.  “We’re not finished, Steve.”
“No, we’re not, are we.”  Ian and Dave are in the hallway.  I call to them, “go, go, keep moving. Let’s get out of here.”
We exit the building and climb into the rental car.  “Dave, please tell me you have pills for me.”
“I do. Please tell me you weren’t going to snap my neck.”   I don’t answer him.
I ask angrily, “Ian, was the food court and dinner all part of the game for you?”
Ian snaps back, “What about you Anne?  Wasn’t this a game for you?”
Wilson chimes in, “Will you two lovebirds save this for another time?”
We pull up to the motel just in time.  “Damn. I’m changing.  My head is dizzy.”  As I step out of the car, I fall unconscious to the parking lot.  Ian picks me up and as he carries me, looks at the beautiful woman nestled in his arms.  Carrying me into the motel room, he gently places me on the bed.
Ian asks Wilson, “what’s going to happen to her?”
“She’s going to change back to her former self.”
“She risked her life for us.”  Ian runs his fingers through my auburn hair, individual grey is starting to appear.  “Will she ever return to us?”
“You mean, will he turn back to Anne?  That’s why she came to see me.  I have transition pills to change him back to her.  It’s apparently all she wants to be….is to be Anne for the rest of her life.”
“I need to go.”
“Are you going back to Sullivan?  You going to tell him we’re here?”
“No.”
“How do I know you’re not lying to me?”
“You’re gonna have to trust me, that’s all I can say.”
Ian departs, leaving me alone with Dave Wilson.  Wilson observes my changes but cannot do anything for me medically but watch and wait.


Coming Up...Chapter 7 - Cumming To An Understanding
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Wow, pretty tense! Can't wait till Chp 7
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(05-01-2020, 11:12 AM)CanuckGirl Wrote: Wow, pretty tense! Can't wait till Chp 7
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Thank you Amy.  I had just about given up on anybody reading these until you gave me some inspiration.  Anne
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