Chapter 29: Empty and Silent SpacesLater that night I sat on the edge of my bed, lost in thought. The peignoir K and I joked about earlier settled in a vender chiffon sigh over my body. I stared into the full-length mirror across from the bed. With the makeup ed away and the wig off, my face again looked ingruous atop my muscur but feminized body. Through the sheer material those breasts were impressively and proudly rounded, sitting high and firm on my chest. Fat nipples thrust out against the slightly rough fabrid the feeling of those nibs drawing across the material with every movement I made was decidedly uling. The matg vender panty stretched taut ay hips, still defined by the corset K insisted I wear at night.

  My hands sat crossed in my p, resting lightly over that impossible pussy. Every now and again it reminded me of its preseh an occasional twitch, a sensation that felt a bit like an itch that resonated lightly as a warm flush across those breasts. Lost in thought as I was, the sensation was easier to ighan usual. I held a letter in my hands. It was from K. She must have written it as Doctor Scave me my physical.

  K was gone.

  She had left about half an ho. dy and Wendy gave a teary farewell for the be of any watg cameras, and then K drove off into the night.

  I found the letter as I was getting ready for bed. I’d happily stripped out of the day’s clothes once again and then tiredly spent ahirty minutes in the washroom, washing the makeup from my fad moisturizing and taking care of all the other strange and unfamiliar things girls do before bed. K had taught me well. The wig required a quick brushing and my underwear couldn’t simply be left strewn across the room. I was really growing to hate these goddamn feminine routines. I took some so knowing it was only for a few weeks. It ast midnight by the time I popped one of the doctor’s pills and finally pulled the peignoir over my head. I gingerly slipped uhe sheets. I found the letter beh my pillow.

  dy, she started, in a fine, angur scrawl that marched across the page with almost meical precision. Then she crossed out ‘dy’ and started again with ‘David’:

  David,

  I should not be writing this. I trust that you will destroy this letter once you have read it. Any evidence of your true identity could undo us both. However, I am sure my s are unnecessary as you have dispyed an uny ability to immerse yourself in the character of dy. Though she is more than just a character, David: the real girl whose life you’ve taken on is tragically gone. Please respect her memory.

  Study the profile iail. Memorize aroy it afterwards.

  No. This isn’t what I wao write about. David, it is true that I have other responsibilities that require my attention, but they are not the only reason for my departure.

  I believe that my presence has bee a liability in your flight from Mr Steele. I have many enemies of my own. They should not bee your enemies and the added pursuit of Fosters and Abimbo only pces you ier danger. I hope that by leaving I draw away such hostilities.

  But again, I shy away from what I want to say. Truthfully, you are safer at the ic than anywhere else I could bring you, especially in your current guise. No, if I am a danger and liability to you, David, I must accept that it is because I find myself losing the professional distahat my job demands.

  You are a thhly dislikeable individual, Mr Saunders. Your attitude toward women is deplorable as is your unending exploitation of them. Your arrogand abusive manner and aggressive nature have infuriated me stantly since our very first enter. A despite this. . . .

  You fuse me, David. Between you and dy I feel unbanced, unsure of myself in a way I have not been sieven. You are very much like him in some ways a clearly so much more than he ever was. In our drive to the ic you said that you thought I enjoyed dressing you up as dy, that I enjoyed making you act, in your words, ‘all girly-like and shit’.

  I still believe that a feminine disguise was your best ce at survival. However, your words struck far closer to the truth than perhaps you know, closer than I realized myself. You saw something within me, David, a dark and ugly pce I have tried to ignore for far too long. Through you, I believe I may have begun to exae form of revenge on Steven, inflig on you a twisted version of what he did to me. And through dy I tio indulge the same urges I discovered back then as well. In you I discovered a joint potential for revenge? release? wiess? I could scarcely trol.

  Perhaps I would have tinued in this way had I not discovered, muy own surprise, that I quite like this version of dy. Even more surprisingly, I developed a respect for you, Mr Saunders . . . a grudging respect, I assure you. In many ways I suspect that you are a far stronger person than am I.

  You will be safe at the Asklepios ibsp; Jon is a good man and be trusted. I will return as soon as possible. Take care, David. Take care, dy.

  The letter was signed Katherine.

  I should have destroyed the letter immediately. Instead, I slipped it beh the colourful mess of panties and bras that filled one drawer. Now I sat at the edge of my bed, alone, in a darkened room lit only by a single bedside mp, staring into a mirror and finding nothing there. Eventually I turned off the light and tried to sleep.

  Outside, I thought I could hear the wind blow softly through the empty and silent spaces of the Asklepios ibsp; It robably just my imagination as I slowly drifted into a dark and dreamless sleep.

  Author's Notes:

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