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Had to get a new email, so I'm reposting my old works under the new 
addy to get it out.

Part 5.

Now, onto the boring stuff

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DISCLAIMERS

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resemblance to real persons, alive or dead, are purely coincidental.

This story may contain aspects of fantastic science or magic.  The 
parameters of what this science/magic can accomplish are completely 
at the discretion of me, the author, and, as such, I make no 
apologies for any rules of "real" physics, chemistry, biology, or 
magic that may be broken within the story.

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Now onto the fun stuff

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IN THE REAL WORLD...

In a sterile chamber sat two chairs that looked like a cross between 
dentist chairs and electric chairs.  In each chair was a woman with a 
helmet on that covered their entire head; one was strapped in like 
some kind of mental patient; the other was free.  Standing by the 
strapped in one was a man in a lab coat, holding a used syringe.

A door opened and a man walked in.  The woman who could do so, a 
rather plain looking woman, reached up and pushed the helmet off her 
head.  The helmet stayed up, held up by supports, and the woman 
stood.  The man walked right up to her and slapped her.  "You broke 
the rules!"  Pointing to the other chair, he said, "You are not to 
use his name until he realizes it's a man's name!  And you are not to 
refer to him as a woman, even referring to it as a delusion, until I 
deem him ready to face that!"

The woman held her face where he had struck her.  "My apologies, sir. 
It won't happen again."

"I should hope not.  If we're to save this man from his delusional 
beliefs, we have to do this right.  Now what happened?"

"First, he added breasts to his V.R. image.  When I attempted to 
convince him to rid himself of them, he added the image of his male 
lover.  I had to use physical control to keep the patient from going 
to him."

"Apparently this man's delusions are stronger than I thought.  We 
will need to increase the response level next time.  When will the 
matrix be ready again?"

A voice from another room said, "The subject put a lot of stress on 
the matrix.  It won't be ready again for another 24 hours."

"Alright.  Everyone go get some rest.  We will resume as soon as the 
matrix is ready."

The man left the room, and the woman and lab tech carried the 
unconscious Samantha Nevada Smith to another room.

************

OUTSIDE THE NEVADA HOUSE...

The helicopter, flown by Norma, landed in front of the house, where 
James was waiting.  Elaine stepped out, followed by Elizabeth, Susan, 
Linda, and Elaine's mansion head of security, named, like Sam's 
childhood friend, Janine.  Elaine went straight to James and hugged 
him.  She then asked, "Are you okay?"

He started back to the house with the others following.  "As well as 
can be expected."

"So what happened?"  James quickly explained the day's events to her. 
"Why didn't your empathic sense warn you about these people?"

"With people I don't share an emotional link with, unless they come 
in physical contact with someone I am connected to, my sense is line 
of sight."

The group walked into the room where Sam's sisters were waiting. 
James said, "Amanda, Elspeth, Kate, let me introduce you to Sam's and 
my closest friends.  This is Elaine, Janine, Elizabeth, Susan, and 
Linda."

After some handshakes, Amanda said, "I'm glad you're here, but I get 
the feeling that James feels you're going to be able to do more than 
just lend moral support.  What can you do that the police can't?"

Elaine replied, "Maybe nothing, but we couldn't just sit at home 
waiting.  Sam means too much to all of us.  I had to lay down the law 
to keep a whole platoon of my staff from coming down here and laying 
siege to the town.  Janine and I have certain... less than reputable 
contacts that may allow us to find Sam a little faster than the 
police could, Elizabeth is here to lend her not too inconsiderable 
might to our effort, Linda has certain... abilities that may help, 
and Susan is here because Elizabeth functions so much better with her 
around."

Elizabeth said, "Just to keep everything up front, I want you all to 
know that Susie and I are wife and wife.  I used to be her husband, 
and even though my transformation into a woman technically dissolved 
our marriage, we still consider ourselves married."

Amanda was a little shocked, Elspeth seemed unconcerned, but Kate's 
reaction was an enthusiastic, "Cool beans."

Susan saw Amanda's look and said, "If there's going to be a problem, 
we could stay at a hotel in town."

Amanda shook her head.  "No, you're here to help.  I shouldn't allow 
myself to get so worked up.  Forgive me, but the last two days have 
been... just overwhelming.  I come to my father's funeral hoping to 
find my little brother, discover my brother has become my little 
sister, my little sister gets kidnapped, and then this.  I'll get 
used to it; just give me a little time."

"I understand."

Elaine said, "On to the matter at hand.  Is there anything you can 
tell us about the men who kidnapped Sam?  James told me everything he 
knows, but is there anything else?"

The girls shook their heads, but then Kate said, "Wait a second, 
there was that last thing they said."

Amanda said, "Oh, yeah, I had forgotten all about that."

Elaine asked, "What was it?"

"Just before the guy left he said not to worry, and that they'd fix 
our 'brother'."

"Brother?  They used a masculine referent for Sam?"  Amanda nodded. 
"How weird.  I didn't think anyone outside my staff knew that Sam 
used to be a guy.  I'll contact some local numbers my investigators 
gave me.  We'll find out who did this and get Sam back."

Janine said, "I know who took her."  Everybody turned to her. 
"There's a group out there that call themselves the T.S.D.D.A.  It 
stands for TransSexual Delusion Destruction Alliance."

"Doesn't sound pleasant."

"They're not.  For the better part of a decade, transsexuals have 
defied the psychiatric community.  Psychiatry openly denies the 
existence of a soul or anything except the body, but transsexuals 
have refused to accept that, constantly saying, 'Although I have the 
body of a man, I have the soul of a woman,' or vice versa in the case 
of a female to male transsexual.  Well, this flies right in the face 
of psychiatric belief.  You can't have a soul of a different gender 
from your body because there is no such thing.  Despite this, 
transsexuals stuck to their beliefs and nothing psychiatry did 
changed that.  Even up to the beginning of the twenty-first century, 
many shrinks openly stated that transsexuality was caused by being 
homosexual but wanting to escape the social pressures of loving your 
own sex by transforming your body into the opposing sex.  Or they'd 
state that it was just some form of fetishistic belief that 
transsexuals needed to be the other sex in order to get sexual 
pleasure."

Elizabeth said, "That's stupid."

Elaine said, "Maybe, but even today many transsexuals have problems 
getting diagnoses.  If you don't fit into some narrow classification 
of what the psych believes then you're not a real transsexual.  I 
went through that very thing.  But what does this have to do with 
Sam?"

"I'm getting to that.  After the World Psychiatric Organization 
officially changed the line from, 'There is no soul,' to, 'There is 
no proof of a soul,' a group of radical extremists broke off, 
claiming that the W.P.O. had betrayed their oaths by giving in to the 
delusions of transsexuals.  The group formed the T.S.D.D.A.  The 
group will use any means to quote-cure transsexuality-unquote. 
They'll kidnap, drug, torture, and brainwash to destroy the 
'delusion' of being the wrong sex."

"That's sick."

"Agreed.  No sane person endorses their beliefs or actions, but that 
doesn't faze them.  They're like religious fanatics, convinced that 
since they're 'curing people' that that justifies anything they do."

James said, "And you think Sam is in the hands of these people?  God help her."

Elaine asked Janine, "Do you have any idea where these people might be?"

"Not yet.  But I will.  Don't worry, James.  We'll get Sam back safe 
and sound."

The group broke up and Elaine and Janine started making calls.  James 
went outside to get a breath of fresh air.  He was hanging out on the 
porch when he heard the door open behind him.  He turned to see who 
it was, saying, "Hi, Elspeth."  When she startled a bit, he said, 
"Sorry, didn't mean to shock you."

"No problem.  I just wasn't expecting anyone to be out here."  Using 
her cane, she tapped her way over to him.  "I want to thank you for 
what you said earlier.  I realize you were just saying it to make me 
feel good."

"You've got a real problem with that, you know that?"

"With what?"

"Self-pity.  You're a beautiful, sensual woman.  You have no reason 
to go bashing yourself."

"Yeah, well maybe there are guys who are willing to have sex with me, 
but a real relationship?  Forget it."

"Something tells me you've been burned in the past."

"A few times.  I was in a serious relationship when I lost my 
eyesight.  One month later, he was gone, telling me it was too rough 
to handle.  A couple times since then I've dared to let down my guard 
and try to get a relationship going.  It always ends with them 
walking out on me."

"Then they're fools.  If I wasn't already involved, I'd snatch you up 
in an instant."

"There's the keywords: 'If I wasn't already involved.'  I know you 
say you want me, and maybe you even believe it, but you've also got 
that screen of your relationship with Sam."

"You're selling yourself short, Elspeth."

"Really?  Want to try it if Sam doesn't come back?  She might not, 
you know."  James cringed.  Elspeth, sensing his discomfort, said, 
"Sorry.  That was petty of me.  I guess I am getting to be a bitter, 
old, blind woman."

"I understand.  You know, that's not what scares me most.  Sam not 
coming back, I mean."

"What does?"

"The brainwashing Janine told us about.  That Sam'll be coming back, 
but that she'll no longer want to be with me, or even that she'll 
hate me."

"I don't think that Sam could ever hate you.  I heard her love 
clearly in her voice."

"Thanks."

"Any time."  Elspeth cocked her head and said, "I hear a car coming 
up the drive."

James looked out the drive and noticed a car pulling into the drive. 
"Good ears.  Looks to be a green four-door.  I think a Taurus, but I 
can't make out the detail at this distance."

"Sounds like Dell, Kate's husband.  Let's go out to meet him."

As James and Elspeth went down the front stairs, Amanda was taking a 
walk outside.  Seeing the helicopter and someone she hadn't met yet, 
she walked over to it.  When the pilot saw her, she stepped up and 
said, "Hi, my name is Norma."

"I'm Amanda, Sam's sister."

"Good to meet you, Amanda.  So what can I do for you?"

"I wanted to meet you, and I also wanted to take a look at this 'copter."

"Feel free to look as much as you'd like."  As Amanda started looking 
over the vehicle, Norma asked, "Do you know how to fly?"

"No, wish I did.  Always planned to get rich, buy one of my own, and 
learn to fly it.  It just never happened."

"I'd take you up, but Mistress Elaine wants me to conserve fuel, just 
in case they find some information and we need to move at a moment's 
notice."

"Mistress Elaine?"

"That's just what we call her.  She's the Mistress of the house, so 
that's what we use.  Her personal presence is also so commanding, 
it's really hard to think of her any way else.  You'll understand 
after you've known her a few days."

"Sam's got some incredible friends."
"You say tat a bit wistfully.  Is something else wrong?"

"Can I confide something in you?  Have you not tell anyone, not even Elaine?"

Norma shook her head.  "I was never any good at keeping secrets.  I 
can only promise not to volunteer the information to anyone."

Amanda considered it for a bit before saying, "It's this whole Sam 
being Samantha.  I came back hoping, praying that I'd be able to see 
my little brother again.  Then I find out about his... her change 
into a woman.  When I did, part of me wanted to yell, 'No, no, you're 
my brother, not my sister.'  I wanted...  God, I don't know what I 
wanted."

"Do you want Samantha to go back to being Samuel, even knowing she's 
happier as Samantha?"

"I don't want Sam to be unhappy, and the thought of her being in the 
hands of those lunatics scares me witless."

"Lunatics?  You know who has her?"

"Forgot you weren't in there."  Amanda quickly explained what had 
been discovered earlier.

"Damn.  And Sam's in their clutches?"

"That's the theory.  At least I know enough to know these people are 
scum.  I feel like such a hypocrite.  I've always considered myself 
so open-minded that I'd accept anybody, no matter who they were. 
Then Sam tells me she is a transsexual, and suddenly I feel like one 
of those bigots who are constantly saying, 'My best friend is a black 
man,' but would become a card-carrying Klan member if their sister 
started dating a black man."

"Prejudice is a hard beast to kill.  Tell me something; if these 
people succeed and Sam was brainwashed into being a guy, would you 
accept that?"

"No.  Sam deserves to be who she wants to be."

"And knowing what she wants to be, are you going to maintain a real 
relationship with her, or are you going to move to some other city, 
calling her only on holidays or birthdays, if at all?"

Amanda seemed horrified.  "God, no!  We used to be so close a family. 
Then we girls went off to college; then mom died; then I came home 
and found dad and Sam; everything fell apart somewhere along the way. 
I was hoping dad's funeral would bring us all back together."

"Then I don't think you need to worry as much as you are.  Just face 
your feelings and don't let them destroy the good you know is in 
there."  Norma tapped Amanda's chest lightly.

"Thanks, Norma.  You're something special."

At the front of the house, the green Taurus pulled up and a tall, 
thin, well-built man got out.  He saw Elspeth and James and called 
out, "Hey, Elspeth.  Who's your friend?"

Before Elspeth could respond, Kate ran out, yelling, "Dell!"  She ran 
right up to him and leapt into his arms, plastering her lips to his.

After they separated, he whistled and said, "Baby, you sure do make a 
homecoming worth it.  Sorry I couldn't stay.  How was the funeral?"

"It got postponed.  You're not going to believe what's happened."

"Like what?"

"Like...  Well...  Well, meet my little sister's husband."

"Little sister?  I thought you said..."

"It turns out my little brother is a transsexual and has transitioned 
into being my little sister, Samantha."  James felt a bit of wistful 
longing from Dell.  "Which is just the start of what happened 
yesterday."  Quickly Kate related the events of the past two days. 
"Could you help, hun?"

"Of course.  I'll do whatever I can."

Kate turned to James and explained, "Dell is a private investigator, 
a good one."

James said, "Good.  Let's introduce you to Elaine and our other friends."

Dell said, "Wait a second, James.  Not to be too indelicate, but how 
well do you know Elaine?  Can she be trusted?"

James could feel a good deal of suspicion from Dell.  "I trust her 
with my life."

"What about her crew?  Can you trust all of them?"

"Again, with my life.  Why?  What are you insinuating?"

"Blunt honesty time.  These people were ready for Sam.  Operations 
like this don't just, poof, appear.  Whoever did this had to know or 
at least strongly expect her to be coming.  None of her family even 
knew she was coming, much less that she had transitioned from male to 
female.  Which leaves... Elaine and friends."

"Dell, I understand your suspicion now, but, trust me, if any of our 
friends harbored any ill-will towards Sam, I'd know about it."

"How can you be so sure?"

"Because I'm an empath.  I sense emotions."

"Yeah, but-"

A little curtly, James interrupted, "Dell, when Kate mentioned Sam's 
transition earlier, I felt a bit of envy from you.  Are you a 
non-transitioning transsexual?"

Dell said nothing for a few seconds before saying, "Transgendered, 
actually.  Just like to present the image externally as much as I 
can.  Alright, you've proved your point.  But I repeat, somebody had 
to know or strongly suspect she'd be here or they wouldn't have been 
ready so quickly."

"Trust me, it wasn't Elaine.  And if anybody she knew did this, 
Elaine will ruin them.  Trust me."

"Alright, I believe you.  I guess we should meet them then."

James took Dell, Kate, and Elspeth back into the house and introduced 
him to Elaine and Janine, just finishing up their calls.  While Dell 
discussed things with Elaine, James felt a bit out of place, so he 
went out into the hall.  Outside, he found Elizabeth and Susan.  They 
gave him a kind greeting and Susan said, "No offense, James, you look 
like shit."

James gave her a weak smile.  "Thanks, I appreciate it."

"James, you need someone to spend the night with tonight?"

"No thanks.  I haven't really felt up to being with anyone since Sam 
first learned of her father's sickness.  Her problems seeped through 
and just made things too rough.  Thing was, she was really getting 
over this; I could tell.  Then she was kidnapped.  I can tell she's 
out there; I just can't tell where."  James punched the wall.  "Damn 
it!"

"Take it easy, James.  We're here for you."

"I know.  It just hurts being without Sam."  With a pain that even 
Susan and Elizabeth could feel, he said, "I need her.  I can't go on 
without her."

Susan wrapped her arms around him as he started to cry.  After a few 
minutes, she said, "James, you need to take a break.  Go find 
someplace and curl up and relax for a while."

"I can't.  What if they find out something about Sam?"

"Then I will make sure to find you and tell you.  I'll even wake you 
up if I have to."

"But-"

"James, if they do find something and you're tired and burnt out to 
help, then you'll be no good to anyone.  Go."

"Alright.  Thanks, Susie.  I'll be in my room."

After he left, Elizabeth asked, "Are you really going to wake him up?"

"If, and only IF, they find something significant, but he needs a break."

James went upstairs and into his room.  He sat in a chair, trying to 
get some rest, but finding sleep too elusive.  He was just 
considering going back downstairs when he heard that strange voice 
say, "Sam needs you, James.  Go to her."

James shot out of his seat.  "I'm not imagining you.  Who are you? 
What's going on?"

"Who I am is of no importance.  Sam needs you.  Go to her."

"I don't even know where she is!"

"You two are connected in a way no distance can separate.  Go to her 
in your mind.  She will need your strength.  She will need Tracie's 
strength."

"Tracie?  I don't understand.  Who are you and how do you even know 
about Tracie?"

"I told you, that's not important.  Samantha's captors are punishing 
her for being a woman.  Go to her as a woman.  Let her take the male 
role."

"But how-"

"Your empathy, James.  Focus on her feelings and go to her."

James shook his head.  He had no idea where this voice was getting 
its information, but James was desperate and willing to try almost 
anything.  He sat back down, folded his legs, and started thinking 
only of Sam.  He felt her, felt her trapped feelings.  He also felt 
her fuzzy-headed confusion.  A vision of her on her knees struggling 
in a morass of spider-webs appeared in his mind.  He started to go to 
her, but the voice said, "Not as James, only as Tracie.  They have 
ways of seeing you.  They will assume you are a figment of her 
imagination, but they will punish her for being a woman with a man. 
By being a woman, by being her woman, by pretending that she is the 
man, you will be able to trick them and save her.  James wasn't sure 
he understood, but didn't much care at this point.  He concentrated 
briefly and shifted into Tracie, his feminine alter ego and walked up 
to her.

Sam was struggling against the webs ensnaring her, but nothing she 
did managed to break herself free.  Tracie stepped up to her and 
said, "Sam, are you okay?"

Before she looked up, she sarcastically said, "Yes, I love fighting 
just to try to get conscious."  She looked up and got a shocked look 
on her face.  "Tracie?  Is that you?"  Sam reached up with both arms. 
"Help me out?  Please?"

Tracie grabbed both arms and pulled, but when that failed to gain any 
result, she knelt down and tried to pull the webs apart.  The webs 
were as tough as steel with the elasticity of taffy and nothing she 
did broke even a single strand.  She finally knelt in front of Sam 
and said, "I'm sorry.  I can't get you out."

Sam tried to hold it back, but finally let out a sound between a gasp 
and a sob.  Tracie pulled her in and said, "No, don't cry.  You know 
I can't stand it when you cry."

Sobbing openly, she said, "I'm sorry.  I can't help it.  They're 
going to do god knows what to me, and there's nothing I can do."

"Yes, there is.  Samantha, you are a survivor.  You survived a boy's 
body, abuse, bad therapy, and an insensitive me before I gained a 
more feminine outlook.  You will survive this, but we have to be 
smart."

"What can we do?"

"These people are fanatic lunatics.  They want to punish you because 
you are a woman in a man's body."

"So what do I do?  Become a man?"

"Not become a man, pretend to be a man.  Our connection is something 
they cannot destroy and probably wouldn't believe in if they heard 
about it.  They care only about... believe only about the physical. 
So we will pretend that you are a man and that I am your female 
lover.  They won't know that we know otherwise."

"I'm scared, Tracie.  What happens if we fail?"

"Nothing worse than happens if we don't try.  Don't worry.  Elaine 
and a bunch of our other friends are here.  Between them and your 
sisters, we will get you back."

"Thank you, Tracie.  So now what?"

"We wait.  When you need me, call out to me, and I will be there." 
Tracie felt someone shaking her in the real world.  "I've got to go, 
love.  Have faith; we will be together soon."  She then drifted away 
from Sam and back to her body.

Back in the real world, she opened her eyes to see Susan's face. 
"You okay?  I was about to get Elaine, it was so hard to wake you up."

"I wasn't asleep exactly."

"Could've fooled me.  Do you think that's wise?"

"What?"

"Being Tracie?"

James looked down and saw the breasts of his femme form.  He shifted 
back, saying, "Damn, I can't do it mentally without shifting 
physically."

"Do what?"  James explained what he had done.  After he was finished, 
Susan gave him a doubtful look.  "James, are you sure you weren't 
just engaged in hopeful imaginings?  Wishing you were with Sam and 
imagining it to be so?"

"I can't explain it, but I know I was with Sam.  I wasn't just 
imagining things."

Clearly not believing him, Susan said, "James."

Elizabeth interrupted.  "Wait a second, love.  Remember when Sam 
first came to us?  She told us stories about the ghost of her dead 
lover, Andros, protecting and guiding not only her but others around 
her.  Mistress Elaine told us about how knowledge of Sam came to her 
in a dream, and Sam told us about how Andros led her to James through 
her dreams."

"Well, I've never been too sure of the ghostly protector theory, but 
if there's any chance this'll get Sam back, I'm willing to give it a 
try.  So what can we do?"

"Run interference for me with Sam's family.  I'm not sure they're 
ready to meet, much less understand, Tracie."

"What about everybody else, Elaine and our group?"

"Pass the word, but keep it low key."  Susan and Elizabeth nodded.

************
-- 
"This is reality, not T.V.  Can't you tell the difference?"
"Sure.  I just like T.V. better."

J R D
jrdss@pobox.alaska.net

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