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Chapter 5 - She's the boss again
She wouldn't answer my phone calls. The guard at her
neighborhood gate said that he wasn't to allow me onto the
grounds at this time.
So I stayed in my office and worked. Or tried to work. The
memory of her sweet pussy, succulent boobs, kissable mouth and
mischievous green eyes kept forcing to the front of my thoughts. I
tried to find where Lenora disappeared to after she arrived in LA
but it was a dead end. So much of a dead end, that I assumed
that the Lenora Johnson identity was dropped and our wanna-be
woman picked up another identity. But which one out of the
millions of identities in LA at that time?
So I backtracked a little. Yes, there is a little town called Trinidad
Colorado, which is one of the foremost sex change hospitals in the
world. I concentrated on getting a peek at their records to see if
that was why Darci hung around a cabin for almost a month after
a two-week period of inactivity. I reasoned that surgery was
performed in Trinidad and afterwards that the new woman stayed
in the hospital for two weeks, then went to a private cabin for a
month to give her new body time to heal.
So I called the hospital.
Struck out. Patient confidentiality. Must have a court order and
their lawyers would contest it.
So I used my other phone in case they had caller-id and called
back using a high fasetto voice and pretended that I was interested
in having the procedure for myself. They took my post office box
and promised to send me an informational packet.
Having struck out for the time being on that lead, I started the
tedious task of trying to identify ownership of bank cards to see if
there was any more shared accounts with names other than the
ones that I already knew. It's very boring work and the potential
for success is low but it was the only means to try to find my
missing quarry.
After three days of no communication with Tanya and doing
nothing but striking out on everything, I was about ready to re-
examine all of my theories about everything. Except that I was
going to keep the theory that Life Sucks.
My beautiful and sexy boss kicked me out of her bed in the middle
of the night for no reason and then she won't talk to me or see me.
My work so far had only resulted in a semi-trail that occupies
about ten weeks after Greg's disappearance. And only three of
those weeks were travel by someone using Greg's identification
with the rest being assumptions that Greg was traveling under
false identification and wearing female garments.
Picking up my printed copies of the photographs of Greg again, I
began re-looking at each photograph for any clue. Any
birthmarks? Any identification in the photograph. Where were the
photographs taken? Who took the photographs? Any adulteration
of the photograph to hide something that anyone didn't want to be
seen?
And that's when I got my lucky break. I had looked at those
photographs hundreds of times but this time I saw something in
one of the photographs that I hadn't seen before. Oh, I had seen it,
but I hadn't really examined it. It was a bad photograph of the face
because the camera was focused on the erect cock straining within
pantyhose. But something about the faint smile on Greg's heavily
lipstick-covered lips and faint glimmer in those brown eyes was
ringing a bell with me.
Grabbing a printed copy of my actions and results so far, I threw it
in a folder with the photograph that I had just been examining.
Going down to my parking lot, I jumped in her jeep that I was still
driving because she hadn't let me return it yet.
When I was about a mile from the gate going into her ritzy
neighborhood, I called her number knowing that I was going to get
nothing but an answering machine. "Hey, it's me. I'm almost to
your gate. I'm coming to see you on official business. I think I
know where to find Greg and want to know what you want me to
do next. He's gone undercover and is living with a different
identity. I don't want to harass him unless you give the order. So
call down to your local rent-a-cop and tell him to let me in. See
you in five minutes."
When I pulled up the gate and the cop just waved me through
without any hassle, I knew that she got my message.
Parking the jeep in her driveway as if I was going to also leave in it,
I knocked on her front door. I would see what it was like to enter
her house through the main entrance for the first time.
All of our life, we built images of people. For Tanya, I had an image
of a sophisticated socialite who always looked perfect. So when
she opened her door wearing a fuzzy bathrobe and her long blonde
hair slicked back as if she had just got out of the shower, it
surprised me. While she didn't look like a viva with her plain
makeup-free face, she still looked like one very pretty woman.
However, I was there on business so I treated her the same as I
would treat any employer who I just got out of either a bed or the
shower. Showing her the folder in my hand containing all of my
notes so far, I tried to set the stage for what I was getting ready to
say. "Mrs. Browning, I'm here on official business. Several days
ago, you hired me to find Greg Browning, your husband who has
been missing for two years. I'm here to tell you that I've found
him. Mrs. Browning, you were born Greg Browning and about two
years ago you assumed the identity of Tanya Browning after going
through a complex surgical procedure to turn your male body into
a female body."
She turned around and walked into her living room giving me a
silent approval to follow her. Shutting the door, I stepped a few
feet inside the room so that I was facing her as she sat on a couch.
She didn't say a word as she busied herself with lighting a cigarette
and we just stared at each other for a second until her cigarette
was glowing. Taking it out of her mouth and using it as a pointer,
she started asking a stream of questions. "Interesting theory,
Marlowe. If what you are suggesting is true, why would I do that?"
"Why is a question that I haven't determined the answer to yet. I
just know that you did it. With your money, you created a phony
identity in college for Tanya and began creating a false trail so that
it looked as if she always existed. Then you arranged for a small
chapel to verify that you married her, which could have been
accomplished simply by you walking into the chapel with a woman
hired on the strip. No photographs and no witnesses. Then the
married Browning's lived a quiet life, staying out of the social
scene. That is, it was a quiet life until Greg disappeared and a few
weeks later Tanya suddenly started going everywhere and
becoming friends with the rich and famous. Tanya began living the
life that Greg wanted for himself but couldn't because he was a
man who desperately wanted to be a woman."
Blowing a smoke ring toward the ceiling and staring at the smoke
ring, Tanya's voice was very soft as she continued to examine my
theory. "I assume that you're basing part of your theory on the
fact that Greg and I are roughly the same size. I'm surprised
because I thought that after spending the night in bed with me the
other night that you were thoroughly convinced that I was one
hundred percent real woman. I'll admit that I had surgical help
with my boobs and had a small bump removed from my nose, but
surely you don't think that my perfect ass and pussy were also
created in an operating room?"
"You had more surgical help than you're admitting. The nose
reduction changed the total shape of your face and the cheekbones
plus lip modification changed everything about your face except for
the general oval shape. I'm willing to bet that your gleaming green
eyes won't be green but will be brown after you take out your
contacts. As for validating the origin of the explicit female body
parts below your waist, I'm not an expert but I'm willing to bet that
a doctor friend of mine could find evidence of surgical modification
in a through examination."
Easing up from her reclined position on the couch, she slouched
across the room to a small bar. Opening the small refrigerator, she
pulled out two beers. Coming back across the room, she offered me
one, then sat back down on the couch as she popped her beer.
After taking a sip of her beer, she nodded her head gently as if
acknowledging my theory. "What gave me away? My voice? The
fact that I had to add a little lubrication to my vagina to keep it
from getting too dry too soon?"
Popping my beer and sitting down in a chair across from her, I
allowed myself the luxury of sipping on the beer now that I had
received confirmation that my wild-guess theory was correct.
Thank god that I'm so paranoid or I would never have associated
the faint Mona Lisa smile in that one photograph of Greg with the
same smile from the beautiful woman who I had been lusting so
heavily over during the case.
Pretending that I had more facts than I did, I tried to bluff her into
giving me a total confession first. "Suppose you tell me why you
staged a disappearance, then successfully jumped into the life of a
non-existent wife then hired me to find Greg?"
Hearing her husky voice now, I realized that the slight huskiness
was a result of trying to make a male voice sound feminine.
"Everything that I told you about Greg was true. Part of it was
planned because I had this longtime wild dream to come back as
my non-existent wife. That way I could enjoy the fruits of my
labors while everyone thought that I was a natural woman. I
could've done it by just having a simple sex change but I didn't
want people looking at me and whispering 'that used to be a man'.
I wanted them to look at me as if this had always been me. So I
created a couple of fake identities in college and had all of the
appropriate records to create a false identity. Then I hired a
prostitute to pretend to be Tanya just long enough to get a
marriage license. After that, it was easy. My neighbors saw what
appeared to be a woman coming and going from my house as well
as Greg who would frequently stop by to talk to them in his man
persona. Then Tanya went on vacation while Greg disappeared.
While I was healing from the surgery, I was very pleased that the
surgical results turned out better than promised. While I was
traveling to all those places, I was also having some very extensive
modifications made to my face so that I had the pretty face that I
should have been born with. Then I went to Trinidad and became a
total woman. So I became Tanya returning home to discover that
her husband was missing. I had all of the identification so the
police never checked me out. After two years of successfully living
my lie, I wanted to see how good I had covered my tracks. So I
hired you to try to find me, never suspecting that you would
actually be able to trace me as far as you did. I was very surprised
when you showed up in my back yard when I was sunbathing so I
decided to play games with you. I had noticed your obvious
infatuation with me in your office so I played the Vamp so that you
would be certain that I was a real woman. After I seduced you into
sticking a lotion slick finger inside me to verify that I had a realistic
looking vagina, I knew that you would be permanently convinced
that I was a totally natural woman."
Taking a sip of her beer without removing the cigarette from the
corner of her mouth, she continued her story. "Only thing is that I
enjoyed it as much as you enjoyed it. You see, to you I was a
Vamp. The same character that I always thought that I would be
back when I was daydreaming about eventually becoming a
woman. But after my surgery, I discovered that I was really a
homebody instead of a vamp and felt more comfortable with a more
relaxed lifestyle. So I slipped into the vamp character just for your
benefit and became a Wild Woman simply to keep you off-balance.
I invited you to the Country Club because I wanted to put you into
an environment where you obviously didn't belong and where you
would assume that I naturally belonged. The wildest thing that I've
ever done in my life was to give you that hand-job in the bar. I
don't even know why I did it. I was only planning on pulling you
behind a curtain and kissing a little but standing there beside you,
I felt like doing something really crazy. After doing that, it was easy
to show up at your office wearing nothing but pantyhose and a fur
coat. And I discovered that I had a power over you that thrilled me
as much as it obviously thrilled you and Richard. I could make
you do whatever I wanted you to do. And I proved it by handcuffing
a big ex-cop in an elevator and fucking his ass with a dildo while I
gave him a blowjob. Did you enjoy it?"
Nodding my head, I kept my answer brief. "Richard enjoyed his
portion of it but a very sensitive portion of my body didn't like
being used for something other than potty."
"I wanted to laugh at you at the pool when I discovered that you
had spent hours looking at men's assholes. And then I shoved the
same asshole in front of you that you had been looking for in the
photographs. Your powers of observation didn't recognize Greg's
asshole when you coated the crack of my ass with lotion. Thanks
to a little surgical modification to expand the cheeks slightly and
because Greg's ass was always chalky white while my ass is
heavily tanned, you didn't notice that my ass was the ass you were
searching for. I also had a hard time keeping from laughing at you
because you had a very obvious erection and were extremely
turned on just by staring at my butt. I came very close to telling
you the truth then to see if you would instantly go flaccid but I
wanted to see what you could really find out about me. So I gave
you a little clue and told you about the Monica Taborski name. I
knew that you would probably find that name sooner or later but
by me telling you then, it helped you to trust me more."
"Yes and as soon as I had that name, I was able to find Darci
Taborski and her trail. Both names are unusual and that started
me on the correct path. If you had used any combination of other
names, I would have run into the same dead end that I did with
Lenora Johnson's trail."
Noticing that her end of her robe is exposing an improper amount
of leg, she adjusted the robe before looking at a spot on the ceiling
as if she was trying to recall the facts. "I knew that you had the
hots for me so every time that I allowed you to get close to me, I
would pull back and make myself be unreachable for you. I knew
that you were one frustrated man and were probably whacking
Richard a couple of hundred times every night thinking about me.
Were you?"
"I refuse to answer on the grounds that a cock isn't permitted to
testify against its body. Besides I normally do that to Richard
anyway since the divorce."
She giggled that laugh that I had learned to enjoy since meeting
her. "Any man that names a cock has to be crazy. But then I
remember that mine used to have a personality also before I got rid
of it."
Looking at me with that mischievous Mona Lisa type smile on her
pretty mouth, I patiently waited for her to resume her story. While
I had developed some suspicions to support my basic theory about
Tanya/Greg on the way over to her house, I didn't have all of the
facts yet.
Stubbing out her half-smoked cigarette, she continued telling me
what I wanted to hear. "Yeah, so I would show up, do something to
throw your male hormones into high drive and then disappear.
When I saw you come around the corner of your building and saw
me sitting on the motorcycle, I saw the sick puppy-dog look on
your face that proved that I owned you. You wanted me yet you
also wanted to run as far away from me as you could run. Yet
when you came straight to me, I knew that I had you totally under
my control. I could do anything to you that I wanted to do to you.
After I got you to learn to drive a motorcycle, I took you a gay bar.
You didn't know it but when I bought you that bandana, I knew
that it was the colors of a gay motorcycle gang. I took you a bar,
gave you plenty of beer and then sent you into a rough gay bar
wearing an outfit that would make them think that you were one of
them. I came very close to leaving you there but I couldn't so I
parked and waited until you came running out. When you came
out, I knew that enough was enough and I wanted to see if you
were as good in bed as I suspected you to be. So I took you home
and ravished you. By the way, if you ever get in bed with me
again, I'm usually not that way. I'm more loving and touchy. You
left so many bruises on me that I was hurting for a couple of days."
"So you felt sorry for me and let me fuck you. Why did you kick
me out of bed and then quit seeing me?"
The smile disappeared from her face and she looked away as she
flicked at the corner of her eye with a long fingernail as if she was
trying to get rid of a tear. After several seconds of awkward silence,
she answered. "Because in the middle of the night as I laid quietly
beside your snoring exhausted body, I realized that I had fallen in
love with you. And I didn't want to love anyone yet. It wasn't in
my master plan for another five years. I kicked you out of my bed
and tried to kick you out of my life because I knew that I couldn't
continue acting anymore as being the wild woman that you
thought was me and that I also wanted to keep you in my bed
forever."
I'm a Private Detective. I know that customers lie all the time.
Looking at her face, I was hoping that I was seeing the signs that
she was lying but I saw nothing to contradict her words so far.
She had filled in all of the blanks for me. There wasn't any missing
person so she was guilty of filing false police reports as well as any
charges from possessing false identity papers. But those were very
minor crimes that I certainly wasn't going to pass along to my good
buddy, Lieutenant Harrison. I didn't want him to know that the
foxy chick that he sent me was actually a guy who used to plaster
the Internet with photographs of himself dressed as a woman. I
also didn't want him to know that because he knows me, that he
might put two and two together and assume that I jumped in bed
with her. And I've got a reputation to maintain. After all, I'm a
red-blooded American male who is devoted to chasing pussy and I
don't want anyone getting the wrong ideas about me.
Now that I knew everything, the case was closed. It was time to go
back to the office, determine the final bill and refund any advanced
money not earned. I was technically off the case at midnight.
Making a quick estimate, I guessed that I almost earned enough to
pay Harrison back his long-time personal loan to me. So at least
one of us would have some money in their pockets.
Rising to my feet, I dropped the folder on the coffee table. It was
now my turn to answer her earlier question as to how I discovered
the truth. "Top photo is a photograph of Greg that I found on the
Internet and gave to you at the pool. When I was examining all of
the photographs earlier today, I noticed the same mischievous
smile on Greg's face that I've frequently seen on your face. From
there, it was easy to see the resemblance. I made a couple of quick
assumptions and the facts fell into place. Well, it looks like I've
accomplished what I was hired to do, so this case is closed. I'll
send you an itemized bill in the morning and refund the difference
from your advance funds. Now if you don't mind, I would like to
borrow your jeep for one more night because I need to go back to
the office."
She was looking away as if she couldn't look at me. Her green eyes
were heavily glistening with tears and she covered her lower face
with her hand as if she could hide that she was crying. She flicked
her fingers as if waving me to "go on" but she didn't say a word.
Turning I walked out of her living room and out of her life.
After climbing into the jeep, I sat there for one to two minutes as I
went over the events of the last couple of minutes in her living
room. I felt as if I had just been on the roller coaster ride of my life
and there was nothing that I could do, except just hold on and let
it rip. And now the ride was over.
For a second, I considered going back inside and making sure that
she was all right. Yeah, she! Richard and I definitely considered
her to be a she, regardless of the facts.
Then I chickened out. I rationalized that she was one tough broad
underneath that soft exterior and that this case had gone the way
that she expected it to go except for two small exceptions. I had
solved the case and she claimed to have fallen in love with me.
Love? Can you trust any broad when she says that she loves you?
Especially someone who has been your client and lied all along to
you? Especially someone who has hacked off her own Richard and
now wants you to trust her with your Richard?
There was only one answer. NO! And that was me talking.
Richard didn't have a vote in this matter.
Starting the jeep, I pulled out of her driveway and slowly drove
through the tree-lined streets. She certainly lived in a nice
neighborhood. Maybe one day I can afford to live in a nice place
like this.
As I approached the guardhouse, the rent-a-cop came out and was
holding up his hand directing me to stop. So I stopped and he
walked around the jeep to the driver's window while he was
watching me as if he's seen one too many Dirty Harry movies.
Then he did something absolutely stupid. He pulled his pistol and
aimed it at me while screaming. "YOU! OUT OF THE CAR! NOW!
OUT! DOWN ON THE GROUND!"
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