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The Long Embrace of Change
Part III
Kim and I sat on the roof of one
of the buildings over the alley. It was
morning. The sidewalks were almost
deserted – exams at the universities had just ended, so most of the students
had gone home for summer break. But
Chris, being a dedicated graduate student – at least for the moment – was still spending
time in his lab, and we expected him to pass this way any minute.
At least, he should be on his way
here if the two-month-old instructions still held.
“Don’t worry, Kelly,” Kim
said. “We got the report right away that
he got his piercings as instructed. He’s
been showing up at the gym almost daily, taking the aerobics class we told him
to take. It’s working out fine so far –
no reason to think it’ll change now.”
“But what if something goes
wrong? What if something keeps him from
coming?”
“We sack him later. The programming never actually wears
off. It’d add a few weeks to the whole
thing, but that’s it.”
“And if someone else sees?”
“What’s to see? No one else can hear the whistle; all he’ll
do is turn around and walk the other way.”
We waited for a few more long
minutes. Then, Kim touched my shoulder
with her right hand and pointed with her left.
“Here he comes – get ready.”
I had to admit, the procedure was
working. His hair was getting longer,
and I could clearly see the earrings.
.“The hormones are starting to
give him tits!” Kim whispered. I could
clearly see the bulges in his chest.
They were small, but given another few weeks, and it would be painful
for him to walk around without a bra.
His ass was starting to get some padding as well.
He was starting to become she, and
she was starting to look good.
I pulled out the long brass
whistle I carried on a chain around my neck and put it to my lips. “Remember,” Kim said, “ two long blasts, then
a short one.”
Two long blasts – two seconds long
– followed by a half-second blast. I
blew hard into the whistle, even though I knew it would be all but silent
regardless.
Chris immediately stopped in his
tracks. His head was cocked to one side,
and his face seemed to betray confusion, as if he couldn’t decide whether
someone had called out his name or not.
But a couple of seconds later, he turned right around and started to
walk back the way he came.
His pace quickened with every
step, and by the time he was at the end of the alley, he was almost
jogging. He turned the corner and
disappeared from view.
True to Kim’s assurances, the two
or three people on the sidewalk took almost no notice. All they saw was someone decide
to turn around in a hurry. Maybe he’d
forgotten something at home.
That, Kim and I knew, was not the
case. He had – absolutely had – to go to the store, buy some
items, and then go home. Then his day
was just beginning.
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