Zyprexa
Written by: slimv
Darrel sat at the
kitchen table watching his mom chain-smoke as she held the phone nervously to
her ear. He knew she talking to his father. His calls always made her
nervous.
Lois and Rick Davenport
divorced three years earlier. Their divorce had been nasty and Darrel had been
caught in the middle. Each had accused the other of being unfit parents but
his mother had been awarded full custody of Darrel.
Lois held her finger to
her lips and stared at her son with a frightful look as she held the phone to
her ear.
"Darrel isn't
home," she said into the phone. "He went to his friend's
house."
That was the way it
usually went when his father called. It upset his mother greatly whenever he
talked to his Dad and for good reason. After the divorce, there had been a
trial. Rick Davenport had been convicted of sexually molesting Darrel and had
spent two years in prison.
During the divorce,
Lois accused Rick of sexually molesting their son and filed charges against
him. Darrel was called to testify at his father's trial. In truth, he didn't
remember his father ever touching him inappropriately. But he had blocked it
from his memory; at least that's what his mother, her lawyer and the
psychologist told him.
Rick vehemently denied
the charges but justice was served and Darrel watched as he was led away in
shackles. After being paroled, Rick retained a new lawyer to appeal his case.
If the conviction were overturned, he would seek full custody of Darrel.
Lois Davenport loved
her son more than life it self and would do anything to save him from his
father. Her ex-husband was a liar, a child molester, an ex-con, and a drug
user. Rick Davenport would deny those accusations to his grave, but Darrel's
mother knew better.
Darrel and his mother
lived in fear of his father. It hadn't been so bad when he was in prison.
They had been safe while he had been locked away. But even then, his father
had spies working for him and watching them. To Darrel they seemed innocuous.
He was always surprised at how easily his mother unmasked them. The postman
had been one such spy. The guy had been delivering their mail for years, but
Lois rooted him out. A well-placed call to the postal authorities convinced
them to change the carrier's route.
Unfortunately, the
mailman wasn't his father's only spy. Spies were everywhere. One careless
move on Darrel's part could result in his being kidnapped and delivered to his
father. It had gotten worse since his father's release from prison. The last
straw arrived when Lois discovered her ex-husband had enlisted the help of the
Girl Scouts. She had looked innocent enough when she came to the door with her
boxes of cookies. She had fooled Darrel completely, but Lois saw through the
girl's guise and shooed her away. It had been a close call.
Lois hung up the
phone without the courtesy of a goodbye. She sat down at the table and sobbed
into her hands. Darrel put his arm around her. She rose up and embraced him.
"We have to
get out of her here Honey. He's coming for us."
He had expected
this. They had talked about it. They were no longer safe. The restraining
order against his father was useless. It couldn't protect them from Rick
Davenport or his spies.
"We have to
leave here Honey. We have to move away. We have to change ourselves so no one
will ever recognize us. We have to start our new lives."
"I
know," said Darrel, as he rubbed his mother's shoulders.
This wasn't a spur
of the moment response to her ex-husband. Lois had been planning their escape
for years. She had enlisted the help of a lawyer who had helped her prepare
new identities for her and Darrel. They had visited cities and towns, looking
for just the right landscape to blend in with. They had found such a place in Georgia
in a town called Alpharetta.
"It will be
OK," she said. "I know I'm asking a lot of you."
Darrel shook his
head. It was true. She was asking a lot. But he knew she wouldn't ask unless
she thought it was absolutely necessary. Darrel had made a good life for
himself in Birmingham. He had friends. He even had a girlfriend. And now his
mother was asking him to leave it all behind. He had even made the football
team which was no small accomplishment for a boy of his small size. The idea
of starting over appalled him and brought a tear to his eye.
"What's wrong
Honey? Are you scared?"
"I'm not
scared," said Darryl as he wiped the moisture from his eye. "I just
don't think it will work."
"It has to
work Honey. Our lives depend on it. And it will work. I've thought it all
out."
"But why do I
have to be a girl?"
"We've talked
about this before sweetheart. If we could just move away and put this all
behind us then I'd do it in a heartbeat. I don't want to do this anymore than
you do. But you're father is a very powerful man and he has people all over
the world working for him, watching us and reporting every move we make. Let
them look for Darryl Davenport! They won't find him. Darryl is dead! Long
live Susan!"
Susan Montgomery
was the name his mother had picked for him. For her self, she had chosen the
name Hannah. Like Darryl, Susan was 15, but that was where any similarities
between the two teens ended. Susan Montgomery was not the kind of girl Darryl
would like. He knew, because he had stood by helplessly as his mother created
her profile.
"What's my
name," asked Lois?
"Hannah.
Hannah Montgomery."
"Very
good," said his mother. "And your name?"
He winced as he
formed the name with his lips. "Susan Montgomery."
"We're going
to have so much fun Honey. You'll see. I know it's scary, us hiding from your
father and all, but still, isn't it exciting? You're going to love being my
daughter. I'm certainly glad I had the foresight to pierce your ears and let
your hair grow long. That will make things much easier. The first thing we
have to do is to bleach our hair. I've always heard blondes have more fun and
now we'll find out together! Come on Susan. Lets get a move on. We've got
lots to do and not much time to do it. Oh. I almost forgot. You go to the
bathroom and I'll be there in a minute. I need to call Dr. Avery and tell him
we're on for tomorrow."
Susan winced. Dr.
Avery was the plastic surgeon his mother had consulted about the breast
implants.
"Mom, about
those breast implants. I was thinking maybe I could just stuff one of your old
bras or something like that."
Hannah raised her
eyebrow in an accusatory fashion and Susan dropped the subject.
Hannah made her
phone call and joined Susan in the bathroom with a bottle of Clairol Nice N
Easy. She ran the water and tested the temperature with her hand. Although
she'd never told him, she had another reason for wanting to color his hair. As
a brunette, the little lice animals that lived on his head were so easy to
see. At least they were to her. She'd tried everything to kill the critters
but they were so resistant. She had been so confident that broadcast signals
from the TV would kill them. She had made him stand next to that television
for hours. She had never told him about the lice animals of course. That
would have only upset him. Instead, she told him that standing next to the TV
while Benny Hinn was preaching would cleanse his soul. Bless him. He was so innocent
and gullible. But that was in the past. His sweetness and innocence would do
him no good in his life as a girl. Her new daughter needed to be smart, savvy
and worldly, like her, if she was going to survive in the new world she was
creating for them.
How can he stand
it, she wondered as the little lice animals wriggled around as she lathered his
scalp. As she had suspected, the Nice N Easy wasn't nice and easy on lice.
They fell harmlessly away from Susan's head on their way to the sea via the
drain in her sink.
"Die maggot
die," yelled Hannah!
"What
mom?"
"Nothing, I
was just thinking of some movie I saw on TV last night."
*****
After dinner, the
two blondes sat in the kitchen with their new identity documentations strewn
out on the table. Hannah had a cigarette burning in the ashtray and was about
to light another when Susan brought it to her attention.
"Silly me,"
said Susan. "I forgot. Well no sense wasting it. Why don't you finish
it for me Honey," she said as she picked up the lit cigarette from the
ashtray.
He waved his
mother off and rejected her offer. He had never smoked a cigarette in his life
and wasn't about to start now.
She came at him
again with her raised eyebrow and accusatory look. The smoldering cigarette
beckoned him from her fingers. She was making it clear that she wouldn't take
no for an answer.
There had been a
time not so very long ago that Lois would have kicked her self for even
thinking of offering her son a cigarette. The very idea had been unthinkable,
but times had changed. She was no longer Lois and the pretty young blonde
sitting beside her was no longer her son.
"Take
it," said Hanna. "Susan smokes."
Susan reluctantly
removed the cigarette from his mother's fingers and held it carefully between
his own. "Why does she have to smoke Mom? Isn't it enough that I'm
pretending to be a girl? For crying out loud! I'm going to the doctor
tomorrow and he's going to give me tits! Why do I have to smoke too?"
"You read the
profile Honey. Susan Montgomery is a smoker. She's 15 and has smoked since
she was 12. If you don't believe it you can read it again," she said as
she shoved a couple of typewritten stapled pages at him.
Susan pushed the
papers back. "I know what the profile says Mom. But you wrote it. You
can change it, can't you? Don't I have any say in what I'm supposed to be
like?"
Hannah rolled her
eyes. "As if you'd know anything about what a teenage girl is supposed to
be like. I love you Honey, but if I left it up to you, Susan would be a
pony-tailed tomboy. You'll get used to it after a while."
"Get used to
what? Being a girl or smoking?"
"Both,"
giggled Hannah. "Go ahead and take a small puff. It's not going to kill
you."
"That's not what
they say in health class."
"They don't know
about your father in health class. Between the two of them, I'd say smoking is
the lesser of two evils."
Susan brought the cigarette
to his lips the way he'd seen her mother do. The white filter held the stains
of his mother's lipstick and it grossed him out. He didn't even like drinking
a can of Coke after her because of the lipstick. The end of the cigarette
glowed bright as he pulled gently on the filter. He felt the smoke fill his
mouth. The noxious vapors burned his tongue and the side stream smoke stung
his eyes. He expelled the smoke without inhaling.
"How was
that," he asked?
"You looked as if
your face was on fire. Try it again, but inhale this time. You know. Breath
in. Just don't take too big a breath. You'll probably cough but don't let
that bother you. It just takes a little practice- that's all."
Susan returned the
cigarette to his lips and gave it another shot. He didn't wait for his mouth
to fill. He pulled the cigarette away at the first hint of smoke against his
tongue. He opened his mouth and breathed in. The smoke mixed with air as it
traveled down his windpipe to his waiting lungs and returned in the form of a
cough.
"Oh God Mom! This
is awful! How can you do this to your self?"
Hannah smiled at her
daughter as she exhaled a thick cloud of smoke from her lungs. "It's all
part of being a woman dear. It's a small price to pay for turning a man's
head. After a couple days, when you're used to it, you're going to be asking
your self how you ever lived without them.'
Susan extinguished his
cigarette in the ashtray. "That's great but you're forgetting something.
I'm not really a woman. I don't want to turn men's heads."
"Touché,"
said Hannah. "I guess I'm all caught up in the idea of finally having a
daughter or at least pretending like I do. I know you're really a boy Honey.
But I don't want anyone else to know. Our safety depends on how well you can
pull off being Susan. So humor me a bit. Take this pack and lighter and keep
practicing."
Susan reluctantly took
the cigarettes from his mom and got up from the table.
"Where are you
going Honey?"
"I'm going to my
room. I'd like to spend my last night as a guy thinking about the way my life
used to be."
"OK. Take an
ashtray from the living room on your way up. You might as well practice your
smoking while your reminiscing. And take your profile sheets too. You can
never know your self too well," she said with a smile.
Darrel had been
the perfect son and Susan could be a good daughter, but that wouldn't do at
all. Rick was out there somewhere and would stop at nothing to get his son
back. Hannah knew this. But would he stop at nothing to get his daughter
back? She knew he would and that was why it wouldn't do for Susan to become
her good daughter.
God help them if
Rick ever found them, but if he did, he wouldn't find a good son nor would he
find a good daughter. He would find Susan! And she would be such a dirty slut
that he would be embarrassed to even think of her as his child.
She had hoped
Darrel would go along willingly with her plan but his reluctance was obvious.
He was fighting her. He had reacted badly to the smoking. Most teenage girls
would have done back flips if their mothers had given them permission to smoke-
but not Susan. He was frail in build but still masculine in thought.
Hannah had seen
this coming. That's why she had only given her son a partial profile of
Susan. Dr. Avery had warned her that Darrel might try to resist. But he had
also given her an alternative solution called forced feminization. Desperate
times call for desperate measures, she thought as she lit another cigarette.
*****
"So how are we
feeling today Susan," asked Dr. Avery?
"Like I don't want
to be here."
"Yes, I
understand. But there is that nasty situation with your father, isn't
there?"
Susan nodded.
"You know Susan, a
lot of young men your age would give their right arm for the opportunity your
mother is giving you. I understand she gave you permission to smoke last
night. That must make you feel very grown up."
Susan rolled his eyes.
"I hate smoking. I'm just doing it because I have to."
"I see," said
Dr. Avery. "Roll up your sleeve Susan. I need to give you a small
injection. It will sting a bit, but only for a moment."
Susan rolled up his
sleeve and winced as the needle pierced his skin. Whatever it was worked fast,
he thought as his muscles began to relax.
"That feels good
doesn't it," asked Dr. Avery.
Susan couldn't answer
him. He heard the question and wanted to answer but it was impossible.
"Lay down now
Susan and we'll begin the procedure. You'll be awake during the surgery but
you won't feel a thing."
*****
Imagine that, thought
Susan as Dr. Avery made an incision in his chest. I don't feel a thing. I'm
not even scared. This is so weird! Look at the size of that bag. It's huge.
What's he doing it with it? He's showing my mom and telling her that it's made
of silicone. I thought they quit making those. Why did he tell Mom he's going
to put that in me? I thought I was just supposed to get little ones. Oh my
God Mom. Those are too big. Don't let him do it. Why are you saying yes and
nodding your head?
Susan could see Dr.
Avery's face as he stood over him with the silicone sack. He smiled as he told
him that it wouldn't hurt a bit and to enjoy the show. He felt painless
pressure on his chest as Dr. Avery inserted the bag under the skin of his
chest.
"Are you sure he's
not in any pain," asked Hannah.
"Not all. He
doesn't feel a thing."
"But he can hear
us? He understands what we're saying?"
Susan listened as Dr.
Avery explained the process as he made another incision. This was a nightmare,
he thought. This can't be real. I'll wake up and this never will have
happened.
"This would have
been easier if we had had more time to get your son's body used to the
changes. As we discussed, he'll need to be sedated, but during that time you
can play the audio tapes for him."
"And you say the
whole thing should take about three months," asked Hannah? "And when
it's over he'll be a real girl?"
"Oh yes Ms.
Montgomery! Susan will be an anatomically correct female. Obviously she won't
be able to give birth, but other than, she'll be female in every way."
"And these tapes?
You say they're like hypnosis. They'll help Susan adjust to be
promiscuous."
"Yes indeed Ms.
Montgomery. These tapes are the latest in forced feminization subliminal
therapy. After Susan recovers she'll be a full functioning slut. I guarantee
your ex-husband will want nothing to do with her."
"So Susan will
like guys after she listens to these tapes?"
"Not quite Ms.
Montgomery. The subliminal tapes are not like brain washing. Susan will be
attracted to men, but she won't understand why. Your son isn't gay, so he'll
have some problems adjusting to his new urges. But in time, he'll learn to
become comfortable with them. The manufacturer suggests listening to the tapes
for two hours a day."
"What happens if I
forget and leave the tape on for longer than that?"
"I honestly don't
know."
"What about
smoking?. He gave me such a difficult time about it last night. Will the
tapes help with that too?"
"Absolutely.
There's an entire section devoted to the art of provocative smoking. And of
course, Susan will be hooked up to a nicotine drip during her recovery. If you
want her to be a light smoker, set the drip for a half a pack a day. The
maximum setting is five packs."
Susan was aghast as she
listened to the conversation between Dr. Avery and his mother. He wanted to
scream. He wanted to run, but all he could do was lay still as Dr. Avery
worked on his body and talked to his mother.
He felt pressure in his
groin area.
"You won't be
needing this anymore," said Dr. Avery as he dangled a bloody thumb shaped
appendage over his head.
*****
"Good morning
Susan! How are you feeling today?"
If only I could talk,
thought Susan. I'd tell her to stop this craziness before it goes too far.
"It's time to
listen to your oral sex tape."
Although her new room
lacked a clock, Susan knew his mother had been playing the tapes for more than
two hours. Not a waking moment went by when he didn't hear a voice telling him
how much he wanted to smoke, or suck penises and swallow sperm. He thought it
funny at first. Not really. But he certainly didn't believe the tapes would
work. But they had worked. All she could think of was how good a cigarette
would taste as some young stud gave her new vagina a work out. She'd finger
herself right now if she could move her arms and hands. What she wouldn't give
for a little hot sperm. She'd drink it out of a cup if she had to. She was
revolted by her urges but imprisoned by them as well.
"I've got good
news for you Susan," said his mother! "It's been three months.
You're all better now. You can get up when the drugs wear off. Isn't that
wonderful?"
How could he have been
so blinded to her insanity? His father had been right all along. His mother
was crazy. She had lost her mind. Kidnappers weren't waiting outside their
door. The postman, the Girl Scout- they weren't spies. There were no spies!
He cried softly as he
listened to the tape. The damage had been done, but surely it was reversible.
He couldn't see his feet over the tops of his breasts. They were huge! And
had the doctor really removed his penis and given him a vagina? Impossible!
None of this was real. It wasn't happening.
*****
Hanna's ears perked at
the sound of her son's voice. She laid down her magazine and rushed upstairs
to his new room.
"You're talking.
That's so wonderful Susan!"
"I still can't
move."
"That's OK. Don't
worry about that Honey. Dr. Avery said you'd be up and around just as soon as
the drugs wear off. So how are you feeling? Can I get you anything?"
"I want a
cigarette Mom."
"Of course you do
sweetie. I guess that nicotine drip really works."
Hannah lit a cigarette
and sat down beside her daughter's bed and held the filter to Susan's lips.
Susan attacked the
cigarette with her lips. She consumed it as if she was starving for the
nicotine. She despised her self for inhaling the toxins deep inside her lungs
but she was powerless to stop her self. Every now and then Hannah would pause
to take a puff herself.
After wolfing down five
cigarettes in a row, Susan asked her mom how many packs a day she'd set the
drip for, praying she'd say a half a pack or a pack at most.
"I set it for the
max baby doll. You're a five a pack a day smoker now. I had to do it, it was
the only way to keep the spiders away."
Not that he needed any
more convincing, but his mother was insane. What kind of mother in her right
mind purposely gets her child addicted to cigarettes? He didn't ask about the
spiders. He'd spent the last three months watching her shoo imaginary vermin
away.
*****
Susan felt well enough
to sit up in bed the next morning. The drugs had worn off completely.
Physically speaking, she felt rested and refreshed. Emotionally speaking, she
was a wreck. For the first time she was able to feel her body with her hands.
Her hands! Her nails had grown long and her mother had painted them!
She needed a cigarette
bad. Her mother had left two packs on her nightstand but she was determined
not to give in to her cravings.
She ran her hands
across her breasts. They were real. This wasn't a dream. She looked down for
a glimpse of her penis, but the massive breasts blocked her view. She closed
her eyes and prayed as she reached down to feel between her legs.
It was gone and so was
his scrotum. All that was left was a slit but it felt so nice when she touched
it. She drew back her hand in disgust but returned it out of need. She was
angry. She was upset. But she was so fucking horny!
Susan was rubbing her
clit and smoking like a fiend when her mom walked in. She was embarrassed, but
she couldn't stop, not when she was close to climaxing.
Hannah stood by her
daughter's side and looked very pleased as her daughter smoked and rubbed
furiously on her clitoris.
"That's it dear.
Keep rubbing it like you're doing."
Without slowing down,
she looked at her mom out of the corner of her eye. The smoke from her
cigarette drifted toward her face and made her eyes water, but still she kept
at it. At last she found her self on the verge. She instinctively inhaled a
deep puff of smoke and held it in her lungs as her body shook violently but oh
so wonderfully. Masturbation as a boy had never felt so good.
"I hate you,"
she said to her mother.
"But I love
you," said Hannah. "When you're ready to get up, I put some new
clothes in your closet. I hope you like them."
She waited until her
mother left to get out of bed and check out her new surroundings. They had
moved to Alpharetta shortly after his surgery. He hadn't seen the house but he
had seen the room from his bed. It was decorated with black light posters of
bands she had hated as a boy but now didn't seem to mind.
She went to her
closet. It was filled with girl clothes as she suspected. She stood naked in
front of the closet and ran her hands across the clothes. Some were nice but
they held no interest for her. Her eyes were drawn instead to the short skirts
and halter-tops. She put them on and grudgingly admired her slutty reflection
in the mirror.
She was about to grab
her cigarettes and go down stairs when she noticed the shoes in her closet and
then looked down at her bare feet. She passed over the sandals in favor of the
three-inch heels. Much better, she thought.
Damn! These things
were hard to walk in. Susan grabbed the handrails as she made her way down the
stairs. Her mother greeted her in the kitchen. She was sipping coffee and
smoking a cigarette.
"I hope you're not
planning on going out looking like that young lady!" said Hannah.
"What? You bought
them for me?"
"Your clothes are
fine. I'm talking about your face. You didn't put any make-up on!"
She was so angry with
her mother for everything she had done, but she was in no position to argue.
Her mother was right. She couldn't go out looking like this. For that matter,
she couldn't stand to walk around the house without her make-up.
"Mine is in the
bedroom sweetie. Help your self."
Susan lit a cigarette
and stormed out of the kitchen. How could she think of make-up at a time like
this? How could she not? Damn those tapes!
Although she had never
put on make-up in her life, she knew exactly what to do. She started with a
base and added some blush. She attacked her eyes with dark liner and blue
shadow, going heavy on the mascara. She was amazed and sickened by the
fullness of her lips, a result of collagen injections. Regardless, they needed
lipstick and she applied it, pursing them afterwards. She looked at her self
in the mirror as she took a drag from her cigarette. What? Lipstick stains on
the filter! Just like mom. Susan rolled her eyes as her anger welled.
Hannah was still in the
kitchen, oblivious to her daughter's anger.
"Oh yes," she
said. "That looks so much better dear. You did such a wonderful job.
I'm just so impressed with those tapes. They really do work. I'll have to
write the people who make them and tell them how well their product works.
Maybe I can do a testimonial for them. Oh but no. I couldn't do that. One
look at that testimonial and your father would find us. We couldn't have
that."
"Will you stop it
with Dad," shouted Susan! "Its not him. It's you! Dad never did
anything wrong. He never touched me. It was you all along. You were the
crazy one. He tried to tell me but I didn't believe him. I couldn't... but
now! Oh my God Mom! How could you do this to me?"
Hannah was aghast. Why
was Susan talking to her like this after all she had done? It must be a
reaction to the hormones, she thought. It will pass in time. She decided to
take the high road and sooth her daughter's tension with a compliment.
"I can't get over
how slutty you look darling. It's as if you walked off the pages of Susan's
profile. It's amazing. And those lips! You're going to make some lucky boy
very happy with those lips. They were an after thought you know. Dr. Avery
was finishing up and he mentioned it and I just couldn't resist."
"Really you like
them," asked Susan? "I didn't even notice until I went to put on
some lipstick. They really are to die for aren't they?"
What in the hell was he
saying? Was he thanking his mom for turning him into a slut?
"You know dear,
you are completely recovered. I don't want to embarrass you or anything, but I
do understand you have needs now."
"Needs? What kind
of needs? What are you talking about?"
"Boys silly. I'm
talking about boys. Don't you want to wrap those luscious lips around
something bigger than a cigarette?"
Cocks, dicks, and boy
meat- the words from the tapes rushed to his head. Her mother was talking
about penises. She thinks I want to give oral sex and get laid!
"I'm not
gay!"
"Of course you're
not Honey. You're a slut."
"Well OK then, as
long as you know I'm not gay. Now that you mention it, I am feeling a little
horny. What did you have in mind?
"Glory Hole
Heaven," said Hannah. "It's a little place I found off the
interstate. I went there a couple of times while you were sleeping. Its like
an all you can eat buffet. You'll love it!"
*****
Susan chain-smoked
Marlboros in the passenger seat as Hannah described what she had planned for
her daughter's new life.
"I was going to
enroll you in public school," said Hannah, "But then it occurred to
me that a public school wouldn't be equipped for a girl with your needs. I was
talking to a counselor about you. Of course I didn't tell her that you used to
be a boy, but I told her about how promiscuous you are and how much you smoke.
I even told her you had a drug problem."
"Mom. How could
you? I've never taken drugs in my life."
"I know dear. I
just said it for the effect. I wanted her to know what kind of slut I had for
a daughter and I'm glad I did because she suggested a school called Open
Campus. You'll love it. It's an alternative high school for troubled youth.
You'll even be allowed to smoke in the classroom. It's perfect for you!
As horrid as the idea
was, Susan knew her mother was right. She couldn't go to public school. She'd
be more comfortable going to school with other sluts and misfits like her self.
"Oh, there it
is," she said as she pointed at what looked to be an abandoned building
with a bevy of cars in the parking lot. "I was talking so much I almost
drove past it."
The place was a sty.
It should be condemned, thought Susan. The floor was sticky. The place
smelled of old smoke. Men, who had been preoccupied with the video selection,
quickly noticed the two women. A bald headed man with glasses, called out from
behind the cash register.
"Hannah, you're
back," shouted the bald headed man!
"Hi Ned. I
brought my daughter with me this time. Remember I was telling you about
her?"
"Why yes I do.
She's every bit as beautiful as you described. Say, do you want the same room
as last time?"
"Oh yes. I think
that will do nicely," said Hannah. She took Susan by the hand and led her
to one of ten doors as the men in the store scurried to the adjacent two rooms.
An assortment of
penises began poking through holes in the wall before Hannah had time to close
the door and lock it behind them.
"What did I tell
you Honey? It's like a buffet! Take your choice."
Susan was torn between
her instinctual repulsion and her artificial libido, but in the end, her libido
won out and she chose the longest of the bunch.
"Good
choice," said Hannah. "I remember him from last time. You'll like
him. I think he makes a habit of taking baths."
Susan exhaled a lung
full of smoke and took the stiff penis in her hand. It flinched with the
anticipation of her touch. Here goes nothing, she thought as she took the
anonymous flesh into her mouth.
*****
Hannah and her daughter
stumbled from the room three hours later with chapped lips and full bellies.
They were greeted with applause from men they had already satisfied and the
curses from those who had been left waiting.
Susan lit a cigarette
as soon as her ass hit the passenger seat. The taste of the smoke mixed with
semen residue. She was disgusted with her self.
"Why so glum
Honey?"
"Give me a break
mom. I just sucked off ten guys. I'm such a slut!"
Hannah nodded
knowingly. "And you didn't even get kissed. Hey look Susan! There's a
hitchhiker. I know. We'll pick him up and you can fuck him in the back seat
on the way home."
Hannah stopped the car
before Susan could protest. What the hell, thought Susan? She did have an
itch. She got out of the car and joined the guy in the back seat.
The guy introduced him
self as Tommy. He thanked Hannah for picking him up and said he'd appreciate a
lift as far down the interstate as possible.
"Mind if I
smoke," asked Susan. In truth she didn't care whether or not the guy
minded. She lit a cigarette.
Tommy was not what
Susan had in mind for her first sexual partner. But he'd do in a pinch. She
pulled down her pants and laid her head against the door handle. "Don't
just sit there," she said. "I don't have all day."
Though the situation
seemed odd, Tommy didn't question the busty slut. He wiggled out of his pants
and tore into the blonde slut. He lasted 8 miles before shooting his wad. He
was still pulling up his trousers on the side of the road when Hanna sped back
on to the highway.
"How was it,"
asked Hannah?
"Like a glass of luke
warm water," said Susan. "It didn't taste good but it quenched my thirst."
*****
Susan strolled down the
hallways of her new school like she owned the place. And why shouldn't she.
Her tits were twice as big as any other slut in the school. She was way past
being embarrassed. Sucking guys off through a glory hole and having them
applaud you has a way of destroying a girl's modesty.
As she sauntered down
the hall with a purse strung over her shoulder and wielding a cigarette, guys
stared with lust and girls leered with jealousy.
"That's
right," she said to one of them, who seemed to be protecting her
boyfriend. "There's a new queen slut in town and you're looking at
her." She then took a drag from her Marlboro and exhaled smoke in the
boy's face as his girlfriend gasped in shock.
"You little
bitch," said the girl. "Don't do that to my boyfriend."
Susan took the girl's
boyfriend by the hand and pulled him down the hall with her.
"Where is room
108," she asked?
"I'll show
you," said the boy.
"Sounds
good," said Susan. "I like to be shown. I tell you what. I'll meet
you at the back of gym during lunch and you can show me yours and I'll show you
mine."
*****
Susan was exhausted
when she got home from school.
"How was your
first day," asked Hannah.
"Not bad. I
fucked one and sucked two."
"Don't worry about
that dear. You'll make more friends. It's always hard being the new kid at
school. Just give it some time."
"That's not the
point Mom! What planet are you on? I hate it when I act like this. I hate
being a slut. And I wish I was a boy again."
"Don't talk like
that Honey. I went to a lot of trouble to keep you safe from your father. The
least you could is to pretend you're grateful."
"Grateful? You
think I should be grateful to you?" She opened her purse and took out a
pack of Marlboros. They were empty. "Shit!"
"What's wrong
Honey?"
"I'm out of
fucking cigarettes! That's what's wrong."
"Well you do smoke
a lot Honey."
"And whose fault
is that? You're the one who turned up the nicotine drip full blast. Oh fuck
it. Just give me another pack of smokes."
"Sorry dear.
We're all out. I smoked the last pack. I would have bought some more but I
was a little short on cash and you know how expensive they are. Say, I have an
idea. Why don't you take my car and go down to the convenience store. I'm
sure the nice man who runs it would trade you a carton for a blow job."
"I'm a slut not a
whore Mom!"
Hannah just shrugged
her shoulders.
The cravings were too
harsh and she wasn't going to satisfy them by bitching out her mom. She rummaged
through her mother's purse for the keys and slammed the door behind her.
*****
I got to do something
about this, she thought as she rubbed her clit and smoked her cigarette. This
has to end. I can’t go on like this. She picked up the phone and dialed long
distance information.
"I'd like the
number for Richard Davenport in Birmingham Alabama."
She listened as a
computer gave her the phone number and option to press one to have her call
automatically connected. Susan pushed one and held the phone to her ear.
A man's voice answered
after three rings.
"Dad?"
"Darrel, is that
you son?"
"Yes and no. It's
me, but I'm in trouble. Mom's gone nuts."
Richard Davenport
listened in disbelief as his son explained the series of events that had led to
the call.
"This is some kind
of joke. You're kidding, right?"
"No Dad. It's
true. I wish it weren't but it is."
"OK, we'll deal
with that when I get there. Just hang tight and try to control your self.
I'll leave now and I'll be at your place sometime after midnight. I think it would be best if you met me outside. Oh and one more thing Darrel. You know I
never did those things your mother said I did?
I know Dad. I'm sorry
you had to go through all that."
After saying goodbye
and hanging up, Susan packed a bag. He hated having to fill it with girl
clothes, but what else was he going to do. As much as it bothered him to do
so, he packed his make-up. Those subliminal messages he had listened to had
packed a wallop and he couldn't bring himself to leave it behind. He also
packed the remainder of his two cartons of Marlboros. His mother had
underestimated him. Maybe her blowjobs were worth a carton of smokes but his
were worth two.
He went back out and
spent the next couple of hours with his mother, trying to pretend he wasn't
pulling something over on her. She was clueless and too busy spraying
imaginary spiders with a can of Raid to notice the anxiety on her daughter's
face.
They went to bed at
eleven. Susan waited in his room for 45 minutes before picking up her bag and
purse. He stopped in the kitchen and wrote his mom a note. She was crazy, but
Susan didn't want her to worry needlessly over him. Of course his mother would
be terrorized and grief stricken after discovering who it was Susan had left
with. So much the better, thought Susan as he signed the note.
She was standing under
a streetlight with her bag at her side and a cigarette in hand. She got
excited as a car drove up and slowed down. But it wasn't her father- just some
guys who had mistaken her for a prostitute. What the hell, she thought. She'd
blow both of them for $20.00 each. She could always use cigarette money.
The first guy was
coming in her mouth when she felt a tug on her shoulder. She swallowed.
Thinking it was the first guy's friend being impatient; she swallowed, turned
around and blasted the guy for being rude.
It was her father.
"Hi Dad."
"Darrel, is that
really you?"
"Hey man,"
said the second guy. "Get in line! I was here first!"
"She's great,"
said the first guy. "Best 20 bucks I've spent all week."
Richard Davenport
grabbed his son by the arm and dragged him to his car, picking up the bag on
the way.
"I need a
cigarette Dad. Do you mind?"
Richard shook his
head. "Help your self."
Susan lit up and
inhaled a deep drag. "I'm really sorry you had to see me like that back
there. It's not like I want to do it. I can't help my self. It's like these
cigarettes. You remember how much I hated the smell of mom's smoking when you
lived with us. She hooked me up to this machine that shot nicotine in my
bloodstream. I've got to smoke five packs a day or I get sick."
"It's not your
fault Darrel. Don't worry about it. I understand. We're going to make this
right. I'm taking you to see a doctor first thing in the morning. And then
I'll deal with your mother."
*****
Hannah was frantic with
worry the next morning when she read Susan's note. She racked her brain as she
tried to think where her ex-husband could have taken her daughter. She didn't
have to wonder long. The phone rang. It was Richard.
Hannah called him a
bastard. She reminded him that he had broken the restraining order by
kidnapping Susan and demanded that he return her daughter at once.
Richard told her that
he had taken their "son" to the hospital and if she wanted to see
him, she could meet them there. And then he hung up.
*****
Hannah was met at the
hospital by her ex-husband and some men wearing white coats. She was diagnosed
as paranoid schizophrenic and immediately admitted for treatment and
observation. Her doctors prescribed a drug called Zyprexa. After three weeks
of drug treatment and intensive psychotherapy, she was released to Richard's
care. She signed out as Lois Davenport.