What to do?

I retired many years ago from my life as a secret agent and a hit man.

I settled down in a small town, with a new identity, a new name, and a new life.

I had gotten married, had several children, and thought my past would never catch up with me.

But this morning, as I did the School run, I spotted a car following me.

After dropping the kids off, they made their move.

They grabbed me from behind and dragged me into a van.

They took me for the woman I was and not the deadly man I used to be.

They thought my husband was the person they were looking for and could use me to get to him.

They drove me back to my home and made me let them in. 

When they tried to tie me to a chair, I turned upon them. 

They were shocked to learn how deadly I was. 

I took two of them out and injured the third. 

I tied them up and wondered what I was going to do with them.

How was I going to get rid of them before I had to pick up the kids from School? 

Then there was my husband, who had no idea of my previous life, and who would take it when he got home from work and found these people tied up in the basement.

My new life.

Jack was born into a world devastated by War. 

Everyone lived underground in enormous caverns, protected from the toxic Wasteland above. 

But this was no paradise; it was a society ruled by women, where men were relegated to second-class citizenship and forced to toil in the mines and factories.

When a child was born female, she was sent to schools, colleges, and hospitals to become a teacher, doctor, scientist, or engineer. 

However, if a boy was born, he was sent to the mines to work in harsh conditions. 

Men were treated kindly and were rewarded for their hard work.

If they fulfilled their duties to the women, they earned loyalty points which could be spent on better food, nicer clothing, or even a night at a brothel with a 69 girl.

No man knows where the 69 girls come from. 

Many men believed these women were merely those who had attempted to rise against the ruling class and were now serving their Punishment.

The truth, known only to a few besides the ruling women, was darker. 

Unfortunately, Jack was about to discover the harsh reality firsthand because of his outspoken defiance of the overlords. 

When imprisonment, re-education, and Punishment failed to suppress him, the authorities decided to impose the ultimate Punishment: they would transform him into a "69 girl."

His eyes widened in horror as he realised that the women were not simply women; they were men who had somehow been transformed into women and sent to the brothels to satisfy men's desires.

He was taken to a lab where he was laid in a metal sarcophagus with wires attached to his head to extract his consciousness. 

His consciousness was downloaded into a cloned Body specifically designed for sex work, complete with wide hips, long legs, big breasts, and kissable lips.

He was informed that if he behaved, did as he was told, and refrained from speaking out against the regime or attempting to escape, he would be treated kindly, fairly, and cared for. 

If not, he would be cast back into the mines to face the harsh fate that would befallen a woman alone and surrounded by men who had no self-control when it came to their primal urges.

Jack was taken down to the 13th level and put to work in the brothel.

His Virginity was sold to a fat, smelly man who was more than willing to take it and revel in Jack's pain and anguish. 

Now branded a 69er, Jack kept his opinions to himself, understanding that the world outside the brothel was dangerous and frightening—one where he would not survive. 

It was best, he concluded, to comply, earn points, and strive to make his new life as comfortable as possible.

Was I a good wife?

Tony, I should say Michelle, 75 years old now, stood looking out to sea, waiting for his granddaughter and great-grandchildren to turn up for a day at the seaside, with Grandma/great-grandma. 

He could not help thinking back to his husband, Frank, who had died three years ago and how this was their favourite spot when they were catching. 

He could not help thinking back to that strange, marvellous day when the great change in his life had occurred, and he had become a woman.

Back then, he hated being a woman; he could never have imagined falling in Love, marrying, or becoming a mother. 

But over time, his Body and mind became one, and he softened in heart towards his new emotions, feelings, and desires. 

He had experienced extraordinary Love as a woman, but when he met Frank, he knew this Love was different. 

He somehow knew from the first time he met him that this was the man he would marry, the man whose children he would have, the man he would spend his life with. 

As he stood there watching the seagulls fly over the crashing waves, he said a silent prayer to Frank, hoping he had been a good, loyal, loving wife to him. 

He was brought back to reality when he heard a child shouting, "Great-grandma, we are here. "He looked at his great-grandchildren, his granddaughter, and his Daughter.

He was so happy they had all come down to see him for the day. 

The cat burglar.

Looking at me now with blonde hair, big tits, and a ginormous baby bump, you would not believe I used to be a man and a cat burglar. 

I was hired to break into the private collection of a very wealthy man and retrieve certain items. 

The job went perfectly. 

I got all the items, and even something from my own private collection that wasn't on the list: a golden statue of a big-breasted, pregnant goddess.  

Little did I know when I got back to my apartment after dropping off the stolen items with the fence, finally touching the Idol with my own ungloved hand and putting it in my own private collection, that the Idol would work its secret magic and turn me into a pregnant woman. 

After waking up as a pregnant woman, I went through so many different stages of panic, stress, and confusion.  I have to pull myself together. 

I peed like a horse before slipping on sweatpants and an oversized T-shirt that barely covered my baby bump.  

I struggled to get my feet into a pair of trainers and tie them, with the bump always in the way.

I took the idle, which for some reason I felt was the cause of my misfortune, to a friend of mine. 

After some tears, panic, and screaming, I managed to get him to accept my story and who I was. 

I put the Idol down on his counter, and as he picked it up, he told me it was a very powerful talisman of motherhood and fertility. 

He told me to return it to the person who stole it from, and maybe they could help. 

I returned to the house where I had stolen so many items the other night and found the old man had not even reported them stolen. 

I explained who I was, what I had done, and what I had taken, and he just smiled at me. 

He told me every item in his collection had its own protective charm and would make the person who held it, without his permission, suffer and bring it back to him. 

I begged him to reverse what the fertility symbol had done to me, but he just looked at me and told me there was nothing he could do.

I was a woman,  and I was pregnant, and I was going to give birth to a healthy baby,  and I was going to raise it as a loving mother would. 

I imagine myself struggling as a single mother living in my tiny bachelor apartment, going through my savings, unable to work because of the baby, and struggling. 

The old man could see the dilemma in my eyes and offered me a solution. 

I am now his housekeeper and his bed warmer, and we are raising my child together in his strange, peculiar home filled with items that are not what they seem.