Married To The Job (Beatrice Black and Rune)
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				Title: <strong>Married To The Job (Beatrice Black and Rune)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>27-08-2009, 15:06:00</strong>
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				1957 was a good year for Anderson Davies. The marketing firm had gained an important new client, Henley Pharmaceutical, and Mr. Davies was looking at filling the corner office in Advertising with one of the young bucks. Mr. Anderson would rather see someone settled in the role, of course. By which he meant married.<br><br>Greg Chandler knew this, and knew it would probably cost him the promotion. Not that he minded not having to do the extra work it would require, but the money would certainly be welcomed. He knew he had little chance of arranging a useful marriage, because he admired women on an aesthetic level but found men a good deal more attractive. Not the sort of thing you mentioned in a family company, of course.<br><br>He sat in his office, smoking a Lucky as he considered what to pitch at the meeting for Play-Tex that afternoon. He ran a hand through his short fair hair, narrowed his brown eyes and adjusted his Yale tie.<br><br>Maybe a drink would help.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Married To The Job (Beatrice Black and Rune)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rune</strong> on <strong>28-08-2009, 23:13:51</strong>
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				Martin Cross leaned back in his chair and took another puff of his cigar. It had come down to this. He, Jefferson and Davies were the last three candidates being considered for the Vice President position. <br><br>There was one problem. He and Davies were obviously the best qualified. But Jefferson was a married man. The company looked very highly on that. Both he and Davies had never tied the know. Himself because he never really had the time to find the right woman.<br><br>Davies reason was more private. I discovered the secret quite by accident. Anderson tried to deny it, but I knew the truth. So far I kept his secret. Truth was, I liked the guy. Despite his personal life, I was not going to sabotage him.<br><br>No, I needed a way to level the playing field with Jefferson and Anderson was just the person I needed. Our research and developement had recently made some very interesting discoveries about one of our products. It had some very unusual side effects that I think Anderson would enjoy.<br><br>I picked up the phone and had the operator patch me to his line. "Hello Anderson? Cross here. I was thinking that we should go out for a drink. Were two of the final candidates. We should compare notes!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Married To The Job (Beatrice Black and Rune)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>29-08-2009, 02:09:46</strong>
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				Chandler looked up as his secretary buzzed through "Mister Cross on line one." <br>"Patch him through..." <br><br>"Yes, hello. I was just thinking of taking a late lunch break. Starshine Lounge, shall we say?"<br><br>He did his best to sound cheerful, but Cross calling meant he had something in mind. The man was no saint, despite the name...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Married To The Job (Beatrice Black and Rune)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rune</strong> on <strong>29-08-2009, 02:39:37</strong>
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				"Take the rest of the day off." The deep voice on the phone advised him. "There is much to discuss. In particular there is a product that our labs have developed that you need to be aware of. There is a large potential for lawsuit, as well as the potential for opportunity."<br><br>"I will meet you at the Lounge in half an hour. I will call ahead and reserve a private room so we can discuss things without needing to worry about curious ears." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Married To The Job (Beatrice Black and Rune)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>29-08-2009, 02:55:35</strong>
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				"Well, since I'm not with Legal I'm not sure why it's my problem." He looked at his desk, and the open files waiting for him. "But what the hell." <br><br>He picked up the Play-Tex account file. Pictures of a new "natural comfort" girdle. it still looked like some kind of medieval chastity belt to him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Married To The Job (Beatrice Black and Rune)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rune</strong> on <strong>29-08-2009, 03:17:12</strong>
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				Martin arrived at the Lounge earlier than the half hour. He arranged for a wheeled bar to be brought into one of the back private room. Then he arranged the bottles and glasses until he was satisfied. He ordered a sandwich platter then instructed the staff to not disturb them, no matter what they heard.<br><br>The hard suitcase he had brought with him stood against the back wall. It should contain everything that he... they they would need. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Married To The Job (Beatrice Black and Rune)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>29-08-2009, 17:21:04</strong>
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				Greg strolled in about a minute early, hands in the pockets of his charcoal suit. He looked over the room, his gaze lingering quiestioningly on the large suitcase half hidden by the bar.<br><br>"Looks like we have a <em>lot</em> to talk about..." he started with a half smile, looking at the fully stocked bar. "We're not planning on bumping Jefferson off, are we? Because Strangers On A Train suggests that'd work better with <em>strangers</em>..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Married To The Job (Beatrice Black and Rune)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rune</strong> on <strong>29-08-2009, 18:57:52</strong>
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				"Scotch?" Martin offered as he held up a tumbler filled with ice. His deadpan expression emotionless as he let the silence fill the room in answer to the question.<br><br>Finally a wolfish smile crawled across his face. "No, Jefferson is a good man." A thought crossed his mind. "Of course if we could get evidence of his infidelity..." Then he shook his head as if dismissing the idea. <br><br>"No, I wanted to talk to you about one of the latest project that his department was working on. It is a fertility drug used to help woman conceive. Have you heard any rumors about it?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Married To The Job (Beatrice Black and Rune)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>30-08-2009, 03:04:00</strong>
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				"Scotch?" Martin offered.<br>"Yes, it is," Greg smirked as he took the glass and sniffed, then took a sip. <br><br>Asked about the project, he shrugged casually. "All I heard is he was having some trouble with one of Henley Pharm's lines. And aren't we in a baby boom already?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Married To The Job (Beatrice Black and Rune)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rune</strong> on <strong>30-08-2009, 04:04:47</strong>
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				He shrugged as he took a sip from his own tumbler. "You know women. They always want more babies." He shrugged. "Never had time for a wife or children myself, but one never knows what the future will bring."<br><br>"The thing of the matter is his project was a success; guaranteed baby juice. It passed all the trials with flying colors. Not only did it make women more furtile, it was like the fountain of youth. The taste subjects looked incredible mere hours after taking the drug. Everyone of them could have walked out of the test lab and become a model." <br><br>Setting down the drink, he helped himself to a sandwich. "It was so successful that they were rushing it through testing and into production." He took a bit and nodded approvingly at the taste. "Thats when the problems were discovered." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Married To The Job (Beatrice Black and Rune)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>30-08-2009, 04:26:44</strong>
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				"They couldn't figure out how to make it expensive enough?" Greg chuckled as he finished his scotch. <br><br>"Seriously, what's the catch to this gold mine?" he asked as he looked at the sandwich platter, feeling a slight grumble in his stomach.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Married To The Job (Beatrice Black and Rune)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rune</strong> on <strong>30-08-2009, 04:45:14</strong>
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				Martin gestured for him to help himself to the sandwich. "The problem had almsot gone unnoticed. All of our testing was being done on woman. It was revolutionary. Not only would we corner the fertility market, but cosmetically, it would rewrite the entire industry." He gulped down the rest of his scotch. After refilling his tumbler, He gestured to see if Greg need a refill. <br><br>"The problem came later. One of our technicians accendently was exposed to the drug... a male technician."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Married To The Job (Beatrice Black and Rune)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>30-08-2009, 05:01:46</strong>
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				He selected turkey on rye, biting into it hungrily, and handed over his glass for the offered refill.<br><br>"... This is fast becoming a very bad story," he chuckled as Martin paused.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Married To The Job (Beatrice Black and Rune)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rune</strong> on <strong>30-08-2009, 05:12:21</strong>
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				"Oh, the man was fine." he said reassuringly. "He went home. Kissed his wife. Patted his kid on the head. Did homework with the family dog."<br><br>"It seems that the drug is perfectly harmless when ingested by men." Martin refilled the offered glass. Then he took another bite of the sandwich and chewed it slowly. <br><br>"After dinner, the man decided to have a drink. Scotch, I believe it was."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Married To The Job (Beatrice Black and Rune)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>30-08-2009, 05:22:43</strong>
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				Greg stopped mid-sip.<br><br>"Oh, you're very funny. Regular Martin and Lewis."<br><br>He set his glass down. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Married To The Job (Beatrice Black and Rune)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rune</strong> on <strong>30-08-2009, 05:35:49</strong>
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				He continued matter of factly as if he had not been interupted. <br><br>"Appearantly, the chemical make up of alchohol combined with the drug has some interesting effect. Something about changing Y chromosome to X or vice versa. I am not a scientist so I don't know all the details. Let's just say that the technicians wife was very surprised when she woke up in the morning next to a blonde bombshell."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Married To The Job (Beatrice Black and Rune)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>30-08-2009, 05:46:21</strong>
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				"Oh Lord. Am I on Candid Camera or what?" Greg cringed at the idea. "That's about the worst thing I could imagine..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Married To The Job (Beatrice Black and Rune)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rune</strong> on <strong>30-08-2009, 05:52:52</strong>
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				He raised an eyebrow. "Really? You aren't intrigued at all? Perhaps I was wrong about you." the man mused thoughtfully. "What if I tell you that I can make your dreams come true?"<br><br>He paused and looked very meaningfully at Greg.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Married To The Job (Beatrice Black and Rune)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>30-08-2009, 06:01:37</strong>
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				"If you're implying I'd want to be a <em>woman</em> you're way off the mark. Sure it'd make it easier for me to get a fella, but I'm not some mincy little drag queen." He sneered with distaste at the suggestion.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Married To The Job (Beatrice Black and Rune)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rune</strong> on <strong>30-08-2009, 06:15:25</strong>
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				Taking another sip, he regarded his coworker over the rim of his glass. "I am not talking drag queens. I am not talking about some man dressed as a woman. I am talking about becoming a true woman. One of the most beautiful and exciting creatures on this Earth."<br><br>He paused, then put down the glass. "I have a proposition for you if you would like to hear it."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Married To The Job (Beatrice Black and Rune)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>30-08-2009, 06:28:45</strong>
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				"I'd much rather have you as you are," Greg smirked. "But hey, if you wanna be the next Christine Jorgensen, I'm sure I can find some guys who'll consider that extra sexy." He chuckled. "And if you could get Johnny Jefferson into bed, I'd have a clear shot at the corner office..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Married To The Job (Beatrice Black and Rune)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rune</strong> on <strong>30-08-2009, 06:37:02</strong>
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				"You wound me!" Martin exclaimed in all seriousness. "Jefferson is happily married. I would not do that to him. But it is no secret that his being married put us at a disadvantage. I was simply thinking about leveling the playing field."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Married To The Job (Beatrice Black and Rune)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>30-08-2009, 07:08:40</strong>
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				"That's very generous of you, but I'd rather win on my own merits than turn someone into a woman so I can have a wife who understands my needs..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Married To The Job (Beatrice Black and Rune)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rune</strong> on <strong>30-08-2009, 07:13:20</strong>
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				He smiled. It wasn't a friendly smile. "I believe you said, and I quote, 'I'd much rather have you as you are.' Just think of it. It would be a marriage of convienence only. I'll get the job and with you new body, you will be able to get as much salami as you could ever desire. So how about it Greg, will you marry me?" He was biting back a laugh as he made the offer.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Married To The Job (Beatrice Black and Rune)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>30-08-2009, 07:19:43</strong>
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				Greg shook his head. "Well, this is about the dumbest one yet. As pranks go, it doesn't even make sense. I mean come on, a magic sex-change formula, it's up there with giant ant movies. The human body doesn't work that way..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Married To The Job (Beatrice Black and Rune)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rune</strong> on <strong>30-08-2009, 18:08:53</strong>
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				He reached into his pocket and withdrew a vial of blue liquid. Sliding it across the table, he spoke quietly. "No prank. I don't konw about the science. I only know it works. You have already had the scotch. Do you want to take the next step. If so, I have arranged a new life for you. A new identity if you will. Birth certificate, financial and medical history; all you have to do is drink."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Married To The Job (Beatrice Black and Rune)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>30-08-2009, 19:08:43</strong>
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				Greg stared at the vial, then at Martin, pulling back and curling his lip in disgust.<br><br>"No. No way in hell."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Married To The Job (Beatrice Black and Rune)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rune</strong> on <strong>30-08-2009, 19:29:42</strong>
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				He looked at her not quite understanding. "But you like guys?" he asked as if to confirm what he knew. He looked at the vial, uncorked in and drained it into his own mouth. Then he licked his lip. "Colored water." he explained. "I am very sorry." He said looking at Greg. "I thought it was what you wanted. I thought you were going to say yes."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Married To The Job (Beatrice Black and Rune)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>30-08-2009, 19:58:49</strong>
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				"That - that doesn't mean I want to be a woman!"<br><br>Greg stared at Martin's face, at the empty vial. "No. You're joking. It isn't possible." But he saw no trace of a smile. <br><br>"What have you <em>done?!</em>" he shouted, grabbing Martin's lapels.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Married To The Job (Beatrice Black and Rune)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rune</strong> on <strong>30-08-2009, 20:07:11</strong>
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				"The solution has to be ingested before the alcohol. The first drink you had... the second sealed your fate." He truly looked apologetic. "I thought I was helping. You prefer men... I needed a wife... I thought it the best for both of us."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Married To The Job (Beatrice Black and Rune)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>30-08-2009, 20:14:54</strong>
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				"Stop it! Joke's over, not funny!" He gripped Martin's jacket, forcing him back to the wall. "You bastard!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Married To The Job (Beatrice Black and Rune)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rune</strong> on <strong>30-08-2009, 20:26:11</strong>
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				Martin did not even try to fight back. He allowed himself to be pinned to the wall. "Alright, bad joke." he admitted, telling Eric what he wanted to hear.<br><br>Eric would be forced to face the truth soon enough. He would come around. He had no other choice. "Let's sit a moment and talk like rational men. Let's discuss what our options really are."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Married To The Job (Beatrice Black and Rune)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>30-08-2009, 20:34:03</strong>
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				Greg let go, stepped back, glowering. "Ass."<br><br>"So what are our options? <em>Really</em>."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Married To The Job (Beatrice Black and Rune)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rune</strong> on <strong>30-08-2009, 20:59:27</strong>
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				I gestured back to the chairs facing each other across the table. "There are plenty of options if you are willing to listen to them." I said firmly. <br><br>"First is who do you want to be? You have the chance for a whole new life. I can provide you a comfortable lifestyle. Our marriage can be one on paper only. Appear at my side at company functions. Act the role of the dutiful wife. I will not insist on consumating the agreement unless that is something you desire."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Married To The Job (Beatrice Black and Rune)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>30-08-2009, 21:57:58</strong>
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				"Hey!" Greg snapped as Martin started again. "I said it wasn't funny before. That goes double now. Hell with this. I'm going."<br><br>He strode to the door, fuming.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Married To The Job (Beatrice Black and Rune)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rune</strong> on <strong>30-08-2009, 23:24:28</strong>
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				As he started to leave the room, Martin called out after him. "Hey, Greg!... Nice Ass!" he saw the fury start to rise. "Get used to hearing that. In a few hours you are going to be one fine looking woman."<br><br>"You want options? Here are your options. Walk out that door and you will be a gorgeous woman with a body built for sex. You will have no id and no history. Do you think anyone will hire you in your professed career? You will be on the streets. What will you do to survive?"<br><br>"Otherwise, you can return home with me. I can give you a name, a new life. I can take care of you. I am sorry that this is not what you wanted, but at least allow me to help correct that mistake by helping have a decent respectable life. Your options? Well lets start with a new name. Greg will no longer suit you. What would you like to be called."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Married To The Job (Beatrice Black and Rune)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>01-09-2009, 02:33:49</strong>
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				Greg listened, almost trembling with fury.<br><br>"I would <em>like</em> to be called <em>Greg</em>," he finally said in icily quiet tones, and walked out the door.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Married To The Job (Beatrice Black and Rune)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rune</strong> on <strong>01-09-2009, 23:01:55</strong>
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				Martin watched him leave. A part of him felt bad for what he had done. Knowing Greg's interests, he had really thought he would be doing him a favor. He was not really interested in Greg 'that' way. Even as a women, he would still know who he really was under the skin.<br><br>For Martin, it had just been a convienient solution. He took another sip of his drink as he considered the situation. Greg needed time. Once the changes began, he would realize that he was all alone. He would need help. Martin had everything that Greg would need.<br><br>Once Greg started to come to terms with what has happening, he would be more receptive to a helping hand. For now, he just needed time. By the time he drove home, he would start noticing the change. Nothing drastic at first, a slight fever and some dizzyness and then the physical changes would begin; a fullness of the lips, a softening of the face, a slight toning of his body. <br><br>He probably would only notice if he was looking for the changes, but after their conversation, the seed had been planted. He would be looking for the changes and he would find them.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Married To The Job (Beatrice Black and Rune)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>02-09-2009, 02:57:25</strong>
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				Greg got behind the wheel of his red '56 Chevy, feeling plenty sober enough to drive... if a little warm and feverish.<br><br>"Well, after that little display, no way does he get the job. Even if I have to screw my own shot, asshole is going to pay."<br><br>No wonder he felt feverish, his sense of betrayal was enough to set him on fire...<br><br>He drive home, glaring at the road ahead, almost daring someone to cut him off, give him someone to scream at, someone to punch...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Married To The Job (Beatrice Black and Rune)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rune</strong> on <strong>02-09-2009, 03:16:45</strong>
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				He toyed with his drink, swirling the ice slowly. One eye he kept on the clock on the wall. "Give him time to go home... find the medicine cabinet for aspirin... wash it down with water... check self in mirror." <br><br>He made a mental checklist of all the things he expected Greg to do. Still he waited. Then he stood. Going to the door, he waved over the waitress.<br><br>Hm... waitress... he wondered if Greg would rather be a waitress or a secretary.<br><br>"Excuse me, do you have a payphone?"<br><br>Pointed toward the back the restaurant. Martin made his way over.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Married To The Job (Beatrice Black and Rune)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>02-09-2009, 03:27:31</strong>
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				Greg felt his gut twist, his anger eating him up as he stalked into his bachelor pad. He stalked over to the bathroom to run himself a shower.<br><br>Wrenching off his tie he started to unbutton his shirt... and felt his chest hair shift and start to fall away, catching on the inside.<br><br>Pulling his shirt open he looked down. And screamed.<br><br>He stumbled over to the phone, feeling unsteady on his feet.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Married To The Job (Beatrice Black and Rune)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rune</strong> on <strong>02-09-2009, 23:27:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Martin hesitated by the phone, watching the seconds tick by. "Three... two... one..." He counted down the time that he had alloted Greg. It was time.<br><br>Picking up the phone, he dialed the rotary the number for Greg's flat. Holding the receiver to his ear, he listened for an answer.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Married To The Job (Beatrice Black and Rune)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>03-09-2009, 03:38:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				After almost a dozen rings, he heard a strained, cracking voice gasp "h-help me..."<br><br>Greg knelt on the floor by the telephone, clutching his gut as he felt it tighten, felt every muscle shift and slide inside his skin.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Married To The Job (Beatrice Black and Rune)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rune</strong> on <strong>04-09-2009, 00:30:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Hearing the gasping voice, concern flickered on his face. Most of the cases he had heard about had been painless. They had also taken hours. From the soft lilt of the voice on the phone, it sounded like the change was happening faster than expected. "I'm on my way." he promised. Grabbing his hat and overcoat, he raced out the door and leapt into his car.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Married To The Job (Beatrice Black and Rune)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>04-09-2009, 04:37:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Once he arrived there was no answer at the door.<br><br>A rear window was unlocked.<br><br>And inside, Greg was curled up on the floor by the telephone, barely conscious, shivering.<br><br>His clothes hung off him in places, and were far too tight in others.<br><br>He moaned in a weak, girlish voice...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Married To The Job (Beatrice Black and Rune)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rune</strong> on <strong>04-09-2009, 23:44:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Looking through the window, he saw Greg laying on the floor. This was not right. It should not have had such an effect. Finding the open window, he reached in and managed to unlatch the door.<br><br>He quickly knelt by Greg's side. He picked him up almost effortlessly as if Greg had already shed almost half his weight. Quickly he carried him to the bedroom where he was laid upon the bed. <br><br>Then without a word or any hesistation, he rushed to the bathroom to get a cold wet towel. Greg was burning with fever. Martin knew he had to cool him down.<br><br>Returning to the bedside, Martin took the cold towel and placed it across Greg's forehead. "Stay with me!" he said comfortingly. "You'll be alright! Fight through it, it will only last a little longer and the fever will break!" <br><br>Martin didn't know if it would or not. He was no doctor, but he hoped for the best. At least Greg would know that he was not alone.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Married To The Job (Beatrice Black and Rune)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>05-09-2009, 03:14:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Greg opened his eyes, unfocused, eyelids twitching... long lashes fluttering.<br><br>"Mmnn...Mart'n... you've..."<br><br>He blinked, tried to focus, shook his head... felt his Adam's apple retract and vanish. <br><br>"You killed me..." <br><br>He swallowed hard. "Whuh... why did you...?"<br><br>Slender, delicate hands held the cold compress to his smooth, fair brow.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Married To The Job (Beatrice Black and Rune)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rune</strong> on <strong>05-09-2009, 03:32:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"You're not dead yet!" he swore. "Now fight this! I'm not about to give you mouth to mouth so you better fight!" He moved quickly to get another wet towel. Using this one, he wiped down his slender arms. His clothing was very loose on him now. <br><br>"You have a fever." he explained. "I'm taking off your shirt." He explained each step before he made actions.<br><br>Unbuttoning the shirt, he quickly stripped Greg down to his T shirt. Underneath, he could see the swelling of budding breasts. He decided against continuing to undress Greg, instead he did his best to sponge him with wet towel without removing the undershirt.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Married To The Job (Beatrice Black and Rune)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>06-09-2009, 16:47:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Greg lay, sweating as if his weight was pouring out of him, his chest seeming to swell with every laboured breath.<br><br>He shivered and trembled at the touch of the cold wet towel, which wiped away his remaining body hair as well as the sweat, leaving fair, smooth skin.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Married To The Job (Beatrice Black and Rune)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rune</strong> on <strong>23-09-2009, 23:13:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				His hand went to his victim's forehead. Greg was still burning up. "We need to cool you off!" He growled between gritted teeth. Picking him up once more, he carried Greg to the backroom and set him in the shower. Greg was not strong enough to stand on his own, so Martin layed him down in the tub. Reaching up, he turned on the shower, spraying cold water over the shivering form.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Married To The Job (Beatrice Black and Rune)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>26-09-2009, 03:03:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Greg spluttered and gasped at the cold water as it ran down his skin, washing his body hair away with it. His shivers eased as he lay back, limply, the water plastering his shirt to his chest, showing the swell of breasts very clearly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Married To The Job (Beatrice Black and Rune)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rune</strong> on <strong>26-09-2009, 16:09:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Despite the shivering, the breathing had ease and the ragged gasps no longer tore through the air. There was still the danger of shock due to the change in temperatures, but at least the initial fever seemed to have abated. When the struggling and thrashing stopped, Martin turned off the water that was cascading down over them.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Married To The Job (Beatrice Black and Rune)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>28-09-2009, 04:46:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Greg moaned - a low, rather sensual sound, like the sound a woman might make as she was caressed by a lover.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Married To The Job (Beatrice Black and Rune)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rune</strong> on <strong>29-09-2009, 22:45:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The sound caught Martin by surprise. He looked down at her. Her lips looked full and soft and entirely too kissable. He fought his impulse and shook the idea from his head. Feeling her forehead, he could tell she was no longer quite so hot. He breathed a sigh of relief. <br><br>He waited a moment, staring at her. Finally he bent close and spoke softly. "The fever is broken, but we should get you out of those wet clothing. I'm going to bring you back to your bedroom. Then after draping a dry towel over his shoulders, he picked her up once more.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Married To The Job (Beatrice Black and Rune)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>01-10-2009, 23:22:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Greg - the woman who had been Greg - let out a soft moan again as he lifted her up easily. Her full lips parted as she took long, weary breaths, and he felt her chest heave. Long eyelashes fluttered as her green eyes half opened, closing again as he laid her down on the bed.<br><br>Greg's wet clothes clung to her, revealing a womanly hourglass figure. Her hair seemed longer with every turn of her head.
			</dd>
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