The Inheritor
by : Prudence Walker
© 2001
"Well what say we cruise past her home and see what’s what, and if
there’s any police we skedaddle---okay? If there’s no sign of the police, we
wait and see what develops. We can always enter at night and grab her then."
"Good, I can’t wait to get my hands on that girl and make sure she’s
dead this time," growled Dan.
Chapter 2
Meanwhile Phoebe had managed to open the front door with one of the keys in her purse.
Hoping the delay in trying the other's first hadn't alerted Rose's suspicions, as she
waited in the car by the driveway. Turning to wave goodbye to Rose, she entered. Standing
just inside the door, she looked around taking in the clean and simply styled interior.
Quickly establishing that the house was empty, she went back and locked the door.
First priority the bathroom, the uncomfortable feeling of a full bladder, insisting
that she discover rather quickly, just how to relieve herself. Looking sadly at the toilet
seat she realised that unless there was a cure/antidote to the spray then she was destined
to having to sit down to pee. Pulling down her panties she sat and waited. Feeling the
pressure build, she tried relaxing, letting nature take its course.
Hmmm, she thought, you still get the same sense of relief although it feels different
and the sound...She found that you had to wipe after, unlike a man where you just flicked
it dry. Finishing, she thought, now! The mirror, to get her first look at the person she
had become. Walking to the bathroom where she found a 3/4-length mirror, steeling herself
for the shock, she stepped in front of it seeing for the first time, her new image.
At first it was hard to think as this person in the mirror as being her, years of
seeing her old male image in a mirror was familiar and comforting. She or rather Drax knew
every inch of himself, every expression and every little imperfection. Coming to grips
with seeing a totally new and strange face was unnerving, especially when the movements
mimicked her every thought. ‘She’s beautiful’... ‘I’m’...
lost in the beauty of the image in front of her, Phoebe stood there entranced. Although
now she was dirty and bedraggled, clothes ripped and bloodstained. The beauty of this
young woman wasn’t to be denied.
Slowly bringing her hands up to her hair watching the image do the same, that, which
was still Drax was in love with this image. Suddenly an incongruous thought entered,
I’m filthy, and I need my hair washed. Stripping off, she kept her eyes on her body
admiring the full breasts and pert nipples. Brushing against one as she was removing the
bra sent shivers though her new anatomy. Pausing she started touching them, getting
engrossed in the waves of pleasure coming them as she continued.
Her nipples hardened and the feelings increased spreading downward to her other as of
yet unexplored pleasure centre. Reluctantly she stopped, thinking, first thing's first.
Clean up, get some new clothes then find out more about this person that I’ve become.
Looking around the bathroom, she found all manner of scented bath soaps, shampoos, lotions
and other feminine products. She suspected she’d have to learn all about them and
their uses if she was destined to remain a female.
Deciding to shower rather than have a more relaxing bath knowing speed was preferable
at this time, she washed her hair and cleaned any smudges of blood from her body that had
come from the clothes. She was conscious that her new body was far more sensitive to the
ministrations of the soap and washcloth. Feeling she could have spent all day in the
shower getting to know this gorgeous body, she reluctantly finished, and grabbing a nice
warm towel, dried herself off. Then finding a hair drier went to work on her hair,
spending 15 minutes getting it dry.
Not knowing a lot about styling, Phoebe just brushed it gently after it was fully dry,
fortunately it seemed to fall into a natural style of it’s own either that or it had
had a perm thought Phoebe. Feeling somewhat exposed just in a towel the next stop was the
bedroom and some fresh clothes. Opening drawers, she found a bewildering array of
underwear in all colours and styles.
All the knowledge Phoebe had of where and how woman’s clothing went on, was
limited to the fact that women wore matching coloured underwear. Thinking that this young
woman, who’s place she had taken, was meticulous in her habits, she more than likely
would have organised her clothing in an order ready to be worn. So taking note of where
everything was, she took the top pair of panties, (which just happened to be a pale blue)
then opening the drawer with the slips and bras picked out the ones that seemed to match.
Finding a new pair of hose, she took these to the bed and laid them out.
Walking over to the closet, Phoebe contemplated her next decision, what to wear.
Laughing inwardly at the clique expression, knowing this would be literally true, as he
had no idea of how to match woman’s clothing.
Staring all the variety of clothes there made her pause, seeing that there were a few
jeans he took one off its hanger, thinking I can still wear pants although I’m a girl
now. They seemed rather small to fit her body and holding them up against her, she
realised that it would be such a tight fit that it might even be uncomfortable.
Opting for something that looked a little more comfortable, she picked out a yellow
dress that had an elasticised bodice with a full skirt. Getting dressed this time was
easier having the light to see what she was doing; in addition, having done it once, she
knew the basic idea.
Having dressed and wearing slipper like shoes, (what she was to learn later were called
mules). She started exploring the house, going from one end to the other. In her search,
she found boxes of what looked like baby girl’s clothes, but there seemed to be no
signs that a small baby had ever lived here. ‘Maybe they were from her childhood and
was just storing them for her own sentimental reasons,’ thought Phoebe. Finding a
photo album seemed to confirm this, as several pictures showed a child wearing the same
clothing. The album seemed to be a record of the original Phoebes life showing her growing
up. Pictures of her parents where there too, a nice looking couple Phoebe decided.
Wondering if she was ever destined to meet them, knowing there was no way she could fool
them into thinking she was their daughter.
Phoebe started looking at the mail that had been delivered most of it was on a table
near the hallway, but some were still in the mailbox by the front door. Taking these and
some of the already opened mail Phoebe sat down at the kitchen table and started to read.
There were a few from her parents, saying they would be arriving on the tenth of November
and that they were looking forward to staying with her for a week or so. Looking at the
electric clock in the kitchen Phoebe noted that it was already the 14th of November.
Strange she thought if they had arrived there should have been some sign in the house, but
she knew from her search that only Phoebes belongings were here.
Looking at one of the unopened letters, she found it was from a lawyer and another from
a funeral director. Getting a bad feeling she opened them hoping that this had nothing to
do with her, well the former Phoebes death. Inside one was a police statement and
contained a coroner’s report.
"Dear miss Wilson,
We regret to inform you of your parent’s death…"
Phoebe hurriedly skimmed the letters. From the information she gathered, Phoebe’s
parents had been killed in an accident on the way to her place. Apparently, the rental car
had veered off the road and had crashed into the lake, drowning the occupants. The only
thing that was found rather suspicious, was some dents and scratches on the car that may
indicate an impact with another vehicle.
Phoebe sat back in the chair, thoughts rushing though her mind. ‘Somebody wants
this family dead, hmmm…that puts me right back in the firing line. They killed
‘me’ once, now if they know I’m alive again…’ Phoebe shuddered,
thinking, ‘I’ve just possibly been given a new lease of life even if it is as a
woman, and now somebody wants to end it, before its really started.’
‘Well this little lady will not go down without a fight,’ she thought.
Looking though the lawyer’s letter, she read that there was a considerable
inheritance coming from the will that her parents had made. Noting a contact phone number
in the letter, she decided to give them a call, even though it was late afternoon,
hopefully, someone would still be there.
"Yes this is Phoebe Wilson from 6 Hillcrest Street." she answered, after
informing them of the letter she had received. She wondered if the inheritance could be
motive enough, for someone to consider killing people for.
"No you’re kidding! And it’s all mine? Okay I’ll come in tomorrow
to sign the papers."
Phoebe dropped the phone not caring if it lay off the cradle; the information she had
just been given had stunned her. She was rich, rich far beyond anything she could have
imagined, 20 million dollars and a property at Lakewood. The reality of it was still
sinking in. This changed everything, did she want to find a possible reversal of the
effects of the spray and live as a male again without any money. Plus there was the
tumour; there might be no guarantee that it be gone. The other choice…if she
remained, as she was, a beautiful young woman, she could live in comfort for the rest of
her life.
Tomorrow she would try and find the company that made the spray, mainly to see if the
change was permanent or not. Deciding that, no matter what she found out, learning to
become a woman would an interesting challenge. Phoebe relaxed then, thinking about the
possibilities of being attacked, she stood up and went into the living room were she sat
cross-legged on the floor preparing the go into a meditative state. As she sank into a
lotus position, she marvelled at the ease at which this new body attained it without
strain. Then changing her mind, she thought what better way of uniting body and mind than
a few exercises. One of the reasons she had taken up Tai chi was the graceful moments of
the k’ata. Now with this highly flexible body she found that she was able to do the
most difficult moves with ease.
Working until the body felt familiar and comfortable, she ended the exercise, feeling
confident of her ability to defend herself against several attackers if worse came to
worse. Showering after her workout she walked into the bedroom and slipping into a very
comfortable nightgown that she found under the pillow. Then deciding that food was her
next priority, she went into the kitchen. She did a quick check in the fridge seeing if
there was any food handy. Making and eating a light dinner of rice and lightly sautéed
vegetables, savouring for the first time in ages, food that hadn’t been thrown out or
stale. Feeling fatigued, she decided to go to bed early as tomorrow promised to be a long
day.
Later that same evening, Tom shook Dan awake; saying it was nearly time for them to
make a move.
"I hate sleeping in a car, I end up all stiff," moaned Dan.
"Rather stiff than dead," replied Tom testily, "I still can’t
figure out how she survived, and then finding her clothes again, in the dark. I tell you
its downright spooky."
"Maybe it’s not really her, maybe a sister?"
"No, she’s an only child, there is no sister," replied Tom. "Anyway
we’ll find out in a few minutes, I saw a light go out in the bedroom, so she’ll
be sleeping soon and we can finally finish things."
Meanwhile lying in a bed with clean sheets was heaven, feeling the silky slipperiness
of the nightgown against her skin was an unexpected bonus. ‘All because of
this,’ she thought, as she turned the can over in her hands. Putting the can on the
night table beside her bed she turned the bedside light off and snuggled deeper under the
covers and closed her eyes.
She never heard the two men, as they pried open the window in the bathroom. Suddenly
she was jerked awake as the two men grabbed hold of the sheets pinning her in seconds. A
light was turned on and she saw her assailants for the first time, there was a gasp as the
two men saw her fully.
"It is her Tom, you were right."
"SHUDUP! You idiot, don’t you ever think?" growled Tom. "Never say
our names."
"Well seeing as she’s not going to be talking to anyone, ever, it
doesn’t matter," Dan replied.
"Just how did you survive girlie? Come on I want some answers, Tom demanded,
shaking her violently.
"Er… it’s a long story…" Phoebe tried to say, But was
interrupted when Tom ripped the nightgown exposing her breasts.
"Look Tom, there’s no wounds, how can there be no wounds?" Dan said,
sounding very frightened.
Phoebe realised if she didn’t do something soon; she would end up dead in minutes.
She remembered a lesson in her martial arts course about how anything can be used as a
weapon. Looking to the side she saw the can of spray, thinking if she could reach it she
could spray it in their eyes blinding them, which could give her the precious seconds to
fight back,
"I’m a witch, you can’t kill me," she shouted. They drew back a
little at the venom in her voice, Dan moved back loosening his hold on her body, enough so
she got her arm free. Grabbing the can she flicked the lid off with her thumb and sprayed
it directly into each of the thug’s eyes.
Reeling back with a yell, they started rubbing their eyes trying to clear them,
flinging the now released covers back, she jumped out of bed. The thugs stumbled after
her, bumping into each other in their rush. Phoebe pivoted with one leg held out in a high
kick to Tom’s head felling him like a sodden tree. Vaulting over the bed she came at
Dan and evading his clumsy attempts at catching her she spun, placing her back against his
chest. As he grappled her, she sank her elbow deep into his solar plexus. As he staggered
back clutching his middle and gasping for breath, Phoebe executed a perfect backward
spinning high kick to the head. Dan ‘s head snapped back knocking him to the floor
unconscious.
Standing there in the middle of the floor breasts heaving from the exertion, Phoebe
considered the two thugs. Should she call the police, or could she dispose of them another
way? Getting the police in at this stage might cause more problems, until she had
established herself comfortably into the original Phoebe’s role. Getting an idea she
retrieved the can of spray thinking if it could change her, it should do the same for
them. Swallowing her distaste, she stripped the two men of their clothes, and then she
used the some more of the spray over their bodies. Walking into the other room, she came
back with an armful of clothing, which she hoped the spray would act on.
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Coming to some hours later, Tom realised something was terribly wrong. His body felt
odd and the feeling of strange fitting clothing was even stranger. Looking down at
him....herself, she promptly fainted. Dan too was feeling odd, as he woke surprisingly
without the pain he was expecting, knowing the girl had overpowered him. Looking around he
saw a young child about 5 years old lying next to him, her pink dress bunched up under her
body as she lay on the floor. Looking for signs of either the girl or Tom, he called out.
The voice that issued from his throat sounded like a little girls, high and sweet.
Swallowing he looked down at himself and went faint. No longer was there any sign of his
old body instead he saw that not only was he now wearing a little girls dress similar to
the other little girl, but his body was now that of a girl too. Getting a suspicion that
Tom was the other child he....she shook what she guessed was Tom
"Tom? Is that you in there?"
"Uugh!...who...why’s my voice......ahhh..noooo....please tell me I’m
dreaming," Tom’s voice cried, plaintively.
"Ah! You’re awake at last came a voice from behind them. As they turned they
looked up to see the young girl they had tried to kill, looking at them speculatively.
"So what’s your names again, she asked with an eyebrow raised?"
"I’m Dan and that’s Tom, at least I think it’s Tom, Dan replied
fearfully.
"Well I don’t think Tom or Dan are suitable anymore," she replied with a
grin. "In fact I think I’ll call you Tammy and Danielle."
"Lady how and what did you do to us? This is impossible," moaned the renamed
Danielle.
"Impossible?… oh I wouldn’t say that, merely a simple spell,"
Phoebe retorted. "I did warn you I was a witch."
"Change us back now," demanded Tom, trying unsuccessfully to sound
threatening.
"Please lady, change us back and you’ll never see us again," pleaded
Dan.
"I don’t think so, as far as I see it. I can either take both of you to an
orphanage where you’ll probably be fostered out to who knows who, or I can keep you
here as my long lost nieces. When I come into my inheritance I will be rich enough to
raise you in comfort, where you can grow up as ladies of style." She looked at them
expectantly watching their expressions of dismay changing to ones of speculation.
"Well, what’s your decision…‘girls?"
There was silence, as the two former men thought about their changed circumstances,
then suddenly, the fight seemed to visibly drain from them.
"Okay you win," sighed, Tammy. "I guess we were dead the minute we
failed to eliminate you. If we have to be girls for the rest of our lives I would prefer
to be rich than the uncertainty of being fostered out."
"Well there is one condition on your staying with me," said Phoebe. "I
need to know who hired you to kill me and I assume, my parents too." She looked at
the two cute girls in their pretty dresses, thinking they made better girls than men.
Maybe they could lead productive lives and redeem themselves for their past acts of crime.
"Remember your lives too, depend on mine. Do you think he will let you live even
if he does have me killed, plus my spell is the only thing keeping you alive," she
lied. "If I die…then so will you," thinking this would stop any acts of
revenge on their part. "Should you think of going to the police, do you think they
will believe your story? You’ll be lucky not to be put in an asylum for the
insane."
Danielle looked at Tammy and shrugged as if to ‘say up to you,’ Tammy sighed,
which brought look of surprise to her face, as she had momentarily forgotten that her
vocal cords were those now of a child.
"It was your uncle, he’s the one that would eventually get the inheritance if
no other members of your family showed at the hearing tomorrow. He knew of it before your
family did so he took steps to ensure that there would be no one but himself there."
"Hmmm. Well we’ll just have to spoil his plans wont we?" she mused.
"Well girls...time for bed, seeing as you know how to do that, I’ll leave you
here. There are pillows and a mattress on the floor here, and you can get your own
nightgowns out from these boxes of clothes. For your own safety I’ll lock this door,
you never know who might break in," she said, grinning at the two former men.
Tammy and Danielle struggled with their unfamiliar clothes finding that with them being
fastened at the back, they needed help, finally getting the other to unbutton them. As
they looked in the boxes sorting out some nightwear, they felt the shame of not only
having to wear such feminine clothes, but that they were those of a child’s.
Getting into some cute little nightgowns, they dragged two blankets over themselves as
they lay on the mattress,
While the girls were trying to get comfortable, Phoebe, being too tensed up to sleep,
got out the phone book. She leafed though it looking for the address she needed to
discover about the contents of the can. Examining the can again, she tilted it under the
table lamp. It looked as if there was an l or something using a vertical stroke before the
uggle part, the last part she decided, was company. Going though the letters of the
alphabet thinking what sounded feasible, she came up with huggle, juggle, luggle, tuggle.
Starting with the H’s she soon found what she looking for. Noting the number, she
decided that first thing in the morning she would ring them. Finally knowing there was
nothing more to accomplish that night, she went to bed.
To be continued
