The Tiger Lady
by Leslie Josette Gill
and Edited by Sapphire

Chapter 16

In a long journey, you must always take the first step

Smith's Computers were working feverishly trying to find a way onto the island of DR. Van Damme. The story had to be fool proof. She was a careful operator. Our research showed that she liked to punish what she called abusers of women. So we would set up this scenario.

I would be the secretive owner of a military contractor. Electronics and computers would be my business. Storm would be the ex-wife. Storm would get an introduction through some of the contacts we found through the surveillance.

We had to be very careful. This was a resourceful lady. Storm had to be very good in her pretrial of me. It would be the Joe Watson story all over again.

So we started the very slow process of making the connections. We would wait for word of a connection. I, in the meantime, I would have a very sloppy will made for me. I would be too rich and horny for my own good. The records were even now corrected for my connections.

Smith had a fake name and history in his computers already. It existed for black ops and was used several times already in different forms.

We had to fly to New York. We were leaving from the airstrip in Nevada in a private jet. All registered to the new fake name. I would become Alfred Johnson, owner of Johnson Systems. A military contractor working on navigation and communication systems for the new stealth planes. Super secret and hush hush. I would be a risky target. A challenge for Dr. Van Damme because was to have security all over me.

The military would know I had a little secret that needed hiding. It was a point of blackmail for the military. They could control a person with this kind of secret. Or so they thought......

I got a message on the mental link. Storm had been contacted. One of our contacts had told Van Damme about the rouge TV who had the nerve to unnecessary punch out his ex-wife. He needed to be taught a lesson. And they would get some neat secret info from my head during the process. I was a hot target.

We were going to have a problem in route to New York. They were going to force a plane crash. We had been sabatoshed on the ground in Nevada. It was fortunate that we had found out and the security leak was closed. (He had a little accident care of Bill.) I was mentally told what was going to happen. They were going to force us to bail out of the plane over desert and pick us up. But I was in one of my bitchy moods and decided to give them a problem. I was going to continue to New York even though the engines would be off line.

We didn't want the opposition to know just how powerful the Tigerlady was. I could physically keep the aircraft in the air just like it had engines. I had never tried this for long periods of time, but I could do it with the small jet.

We called the emergency and landed on the small airport outside New York. I wanted them to have to work to get me.

The other smile I had on my face was because the guy who did the damage to the aircraft was in our custody and they couldn't talk to him. So they were not sure what kind of damage he could have done. Only that it didn't work.

We would be ready for the next attempt. It could happen at any moment. My mental net was at full strength. I sensed a cabby checking us out. He was going to try to run us down and the pick up crew would be the abductors. It's so nice to be able to know what someone is thinking ... especially about you!

This would be a daylight job and a daring one at that. We let them do it. I stopped the taxi just before it did any serious damage to me. I lay on the ground holding my head and mumbling about stupid cabbies. We were on. The ambulance came and picked us up. A quick read said we were going to be knocked out and I would go to the island and the other people , the pilot and crew, would go to the hospital. The ambulance pulled up beside another ambulance and a freshly killed male body was placed in the ambulance. My ID was taken and placed on the body. I was injected with a sedative. We all know what effect that would have on me.....

Van Damme and Storm were in the hall talking about me. I was mentally laughing and Storm started giggling. (Joe, Stop that.)

"I'm sorry doctor, I just can't wait for this cheating asshole to get his."

"Oh, Don't worry, But we need to sign some paperwork and transfer some money."

"How much do you need?"

"Our price is 5 million. We will use old Alfred there as a geunie pig for some new genetic treatments we have. He is perfect for what we need, and you will get your revenge."

"What happens to him after you are done?"

"We will keep him on the grounds for a year and then sell him into slavery. When we are done, he will be the perfect sex kitten."

"Will I get to see the results?"

"Of course. You will even get to pick what kind of slavery he will be sold into."

"I all ready know what I want him to be."

"Tell me."

"A big breasted stripper. The kind that work the lap dance clubs. He was a big fan of those places and it's the perfect life of slavery. He can work there till he can't dance any more."

"I think you should know that his appearance will never change once he is transformed into a woman. The process allows him to never change. So it's conceivable that he could be in the strip joints for a hundred years or longer."

"You're kidding?"

"No, our genetic process keeps the body at the same age and the same physical condition. Even small injuries are repaired genetically. Its a cruel fate for a cruel man."

"So he lives longer than normal and every minute he knows he should not be there."

I heard the entire conversation. This was perfect. I had already done the dance stuff. I was ready.

"Joe, are you ready for the block?"

"I am ready. "

She gave the command.

When I woke up, I was Alfred Johnson. I was an electronics engineer. I was secretly a transvestite. I was strapped to a bed. I couldn't remember much. I had been drugged.

This very tall dark lady came into the room.

"Alfred, welcome to My Little Island."

"Who the hell are you, bitch?"

The next thing I knew, I was being clubbed by two orderlies. While recovering from the blows when she spoke again. "You will call me Mistress while you are here. If I don't like even your tone of voice, you get more punishment. Do you understand?"

"Yea, OK, What do you want with me?"

"Boys, give him a few more licks."

"Wait, OK, Tell me what you want."

"Its not what I want, but what your lovely Ex-wife wants. She wants you to fulfill your fantasy of being a woman."

I let out a low horrified gasp.

"Please, No, Don't do that. I will pay you anything. "

"You already have. By the way, next time, in another life, get a better attorney. Yours sold you down the river. Your wife now has everything you own and you are officially dead from a traffic accident in New York. You are my new experimental subject. So get used to following commands. If not, then pain."

She turned around and walked out of the room. I screamed and yelled and struggled against the bindings and made an ass of myself. The next thing I knew, I got a needle in the arm. The lights out time.

Storm walked up to Dr. Van Damme. "When will it start?"

"Right now. We have given him a new drug that was engineered to create a slow to medium change in DNA. His body could not handle a rapid change without serious side effects. For the purposes of everyone, he has to be given a slow transition. It will be a year before everything is done. You can go back to New York and wait for a phone call from me."

Storm left on the next jet. I was delivered to my doom.

Strange how I couldn't remember anything. All this drug stuff. I couldn't think straight. Where was I? How did I get here? Who was I? This was maddening. The woman who was calling the shots...who was she? Why was she so mad at me?

All these things were circling around in my head. I heard a voice.

"Alfred, be calm, everything will be all right. I am your gardian angel. You must go through some pain and some suffering. But be very sure that you will make it through the ordeal. And you will get your revenge. "

"Angel? Please don't go".... Silence.

I felt warm and comfortable inside. At least I had a gardian angel.......

Strange how the next few days were of constant poking and prodding. People with lab coats coming and going. People doing things to me like giving me enemas and taking blood samples every couple of hours. I was conscious but unable to fight. It was some kind of drug. I could think, but I couldn't act. Thorizine? Or something like it. Had to be. How did I know?

Dr. Van Damme's office.

"Ladies and gentlemen, you are gathered here today to perform another metamorphosis. We will try some of our newly developed DNA drugs and some of our new surgery techniques."

"Let us go to the lab."

"Here is a subject who has given us complete authority to experiment on his person. It seems that this person is a transvestite and wants a complete change. We accepted him as he was the perfect candidate for the drugs and surgery. So first, let us first hear from the Drug DNA team. Doctor?"

A balding man in another white lab coat started speaking.

"The Catalyst has taken hold. Even now, our subject's DNA is starting to rebuild. There will be room for surgical supplement after the first stage is complete. The drugs will be administered in a series of three. The first is the feminization. It takes care of the surface appearance. We are using the Watson pattern. It was convienient as we had it in house and did not have to modify it. Our subject will become a 5'10" woman with initially a 36-24-36 body frame. From there, we will work on the general appearance. As you remember, the Watson subjects were mostly done by surgery. Most of the physical work, this time, will be done genetically."

"So Doctor, we can modify and or enhance the body." Dr. Van Damme asked.

"Only during the first stage."

"What is the second phase?"

"Phase two is the creation of the internal ovaries and other female organs. This will be a genetic transformation. So it will be complete."

"The third phase is the tricky part. As a part of the genetic code, we must stabilize the changes. So I have developed a fixer. But this is not a normal DNA fixer. This drug will never allow another change. It will repair and stabilize the subject so that no further changes can be performed. They will simply revert back to the locked pattern. One of the projected side effects is that this person cannot be injured. The Fixer will allow the body to repair any damage to the body. Even if the subject is killed, the body will repair itself and the body will live on. We even think this body will continue to live for 200 years. If this works, we have immortality."

. "So ladies and gentlemen," Dr. Van Damme continued, "this is the ultimate goal of our research. Our subject will be the first immortal. Beauty everlasting. What do you think your research will be worth to the general public? Or to the rich and elite who will have to have our gift of immortality? I will tell you, Billions and Billions. We pull this off, and we all never have to work again."

A cheer went up. Tiger Lady was listening. She and I were committed. She was sending reports of her observations while I was Alfred. I was asleep. I had to be during the conversion.

So when I started changing, I was at first confused and then mad. Who were these people who had taken my life away? I was torn between the love of the clothing and my loss of freedom.

I began to grow breasts. I began to lose my sight for a couple of hours. I began to hurt all over. I had been running a fever for several days and I was itching constantly. Then one day, I was female. I woke up and looked in the mirror. I was beautiful. I had long blond hair and very large breasts. I had no hair over my body except for my eyelashes and head hair. I remember the eyelashes as they felt heavy and long. I looked in the mirror again. They were incredibly long. I could see very well. My normal vision was nearsided. I could see 20/5. I had very acute smell and hearing. I could hear conversations down the hall. All my senses were tuned to the point that I was in sensor overload. ... I had a headache.

The attendants came and went. I only saw The Bitch once a week. She didn't talk to me much. I think she thought of me as a worm. I kept my mouth shut and did as I was told.

There was the clothing. I was put in a corset. It was cinched up to the point where I had an 18" waist. For the first couple of days, I hurt from the constriction. I begged to be released from it. My cry's fell on deaf ears. The heels were not that bad. I could already walk on 4". But they had started me on 6" heels. I had a hard time, but for some reason, my feet seemed to like the heels.

I could not offer much resistance. I was kept drugged and did what I was told almost automatically.

One morning, I woke up and hurt all over. I was bandaged up. My breasts, I can't believe that I was even used to them, were bandaged up. I felt down between my legs and found it to be bandaged up. I can't seem to remember how long I was like that. Everything seemed to be a blur. Then one day, I came to.

"Alfred?"

"Yes, who is there?"

"Its Dr. Van Damme."

"What Have you done to me?"

"Alfred, I have given you what you have always wanted. You are now a woman."

"I didn't want to be a woman, I only wanted to wear the clothing and act like one. I wanted the thrill of fooling everyone. I didn't want to be one."

"Well now you get to really fool everyone, because you are now a real woman. We even gave you some enhancements. Why don't you get up and look at yourself."

I got up and had difficulty standing on my bare feet.

"Oh yes, you can not walk on bare feet any more. I have designed your feet to have to walk in a minimum of 6" heels. Otherwise you will hurt very badly."

I found a pair of pumps by the bed. They fit perfectly. I could stand normally and was comfortable in these shoes. I felt like I could run in them!

I got up, not realizing I was completely naked. I walked up to the mirror and looked in amazement and horror at the same time. I was a blonde bimbo with DD breasts and a very small waist. I had lost the muscle tone of my male self and had delicate features of a very beautiful woman. I sat down on the floor and cried.

Dr. Van Damme walked over to where I was standing.

"Alfred, we have reworked you and are finished with all the modifications to your body. I have one more shot to give. Before I give this shot, I want you to understand what this is. Right now, you can return to your old self. I can reverse the whole process. Or, I can make it permanent. What I do next will depend on your next few words. Do you know why you were selected for this process?"

"NO"

"Your wife came to me with a serious problem. Seems you were cheating on her. Seems you like to play with other women."

"I swear that I never slept with another woman."

Dr. Van Damme picked up a needle and before I could react, gave me a shot.

"Now you guess which one I just gave you."

"Doc, I swear, I never slept with another woman. She divorced me because she was a lesbian."

"Well, it doesn't matter now, cause you are a lesbian now."

I jumped at her and struck at her. But the orderlies were waiting for the move. I got knocked down on the ground. I got up on my feet and hit both of the guards with everything I had and Dr. Van Damme ran out of the room and locked the door.

"Call the team together." cried Dr. Van Damme. "We have an unexpected side effect...."

End

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