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Here follows a story inspired by a dream I had. I seen many true stories here but while I wouldn’t mind that part of this happened to me (and I guess many others here would like that to) this is a 100% made up story.
I know I could make it way longer with more details and such but for now I want it to just be a short story, maybe at best a teaser for a longer version 🙂
I haven’t decided on how to end it, any suggestions ?
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I'm on a business trip somewhere. While in that city I stumble over a meeting heald by white power/pride/supremacy or something like that and decide to have some fun so I did go and argue with them about different things. They talk about throwing out everything that isn't made in this country and by people from this country, I ask what alphabet they going to use then or what spices they will have in their food and so on. I do this at several meetings and for some reason they start to strongly dislike me.
I did fly down and have a rental car. My wife is driving here and once business stuff is done the plan was have a long vacation driving around and discover more of the country we live in.
While eating at a restaurant the person at the table next to me suddenly start to talk to me. He starts with telling me to not turn around or so and just listen, he doesn't want anyone watching to know that he is talking to me. He is a less convinced "white power" and member sneaks me a flyer plus informs me that I should probably be careful for a while. The flyer is from some dark web forum and contains pictures of me, my car and info as to what hotel I'm staying at and while not clearly stating it the guy tells me that when the flyer states that someone must “inform me about the facts” so I stop spreading false information it is just short of a contract to have me killed or at least severely beaten up. This pictures are now spread out all over the world and everyone is keeping an eye out for me. I may be somewhat safe in public places but lonely places is risky.
Luckily I have already checked out from the hotel and the rental I'm about to return at the airport later today when I meet up with my wife. Now when I hear this I go to a quiet corner and call my wife who currently is driving here. I don't want her to meet me since that can be dangerous for her also and after a little talk we come up with plan. I have been cross dressing for fun a few times but maybe it would be best if I go full time as Lisa. I don't want us to be seen together since then she might become a target also we decide on a spy like approach. She will go and buy a pile of woman's clothes and then put that in a suitcase in a locker at the airport. She is doing the buying since if someone watching me buying woman's clothes they might figure out what I'm up to.
I then drove back to the airport and returned the car there. A short phone call to my wife and she said where the locker key was hidden so I picked it up. In one of the family toilets I then changed into Lisa. I may not be taken for a women but in wig, dress and heels the change is probably enough that anyone looking out for me based on a picture of the male me won't recognize me. Then my wife picked me up at the airport and we started our vacation trip.
I know enough about internet to be able to hide my tracks so with info from the flyer I managed to get access to the forum and could then follow the discussions and sightings of me. While some sightings where false it was also some true ones, even one at the airport, so they where really hunting me. It was also talk about what I done and I was now accredited to a lot more then I ever thought of so it was a lot of chats going on. Now after I became Lisa it was only false ones so it seems like I managed to escape from them but was wondering about what to do next.
We drove around for a long while and I was dressed as Lisa full time. We did of course have to buy more clothes and so on but I started to get used to it and even my wife got used to be with Lisa. I got better at dressing and with help of my wife and internet I started to look more and more passable. We did go as tourists to lot of places as two girlfriends or maybe a lesbian couple (couldn’t stay away from showing my affection to my wife).
We got so used to it that we accidentally sent a vacation pic of us to our (adult) kids. When the questions came in on who was that girl with mom all the time and why no pic of me I had to call them to disclose that it was actually me and that I'm hiding from this white power people (who I can see are still looking for me).
I was following the chat and due to lack of sightings it started to die down. I had to get back to work but my work can all be done online so where it’s done from doesn’t really matter and I did a lot of if while on the road.
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Now to the ending, does it just die down so I go home and live happily ever after? If so do I go back to my male me? And then they spot me and it starts all over?
Do they figure out my name, address and stalk my house?, if so do we move or what ?
James Bond in a dress...
> does it just die down so I go home and live happily ever after?
That'd be a let down after all that build up!
What I'm seeing is you return home but Lisa has to stick around full time while you investigate WHY the fascists are after your male persona and find way to bring them down. Maybe you can't find a way and you and your family have to get used to Lisa sticking around full time. That'd be interesting.
Sometimes the way to find the ending is to just start writing the beginning. Rather than having it all planned out ahead of time, just start writing and se where it goes.
This is true: I just finished a short story this morning, and I just could not wok out a a to complete it after the action as done. I just wanted to write "OK. Story's over. Go home." 🙂
Good start, use your imagination as to where you wish to take your hero(en) and put yourself in their place, examine how they feel, why they are dressed snd that history, how the partner came to support them .... more in depth in characterisation I suppose is what I’m trying to say !
You could take a look at Fictionmana site and get some ideas from there - even post it there for the wider audience to review and critique for you.
onward and upward !
Dawn
Would love to fix the format but can't edit it.
Did just copy & paste it, didn't think it would take it as a preformatted quote.
They figure out your name and stalk your house. You realize you're endangering your family so you have to vanish. As you're planning your wife goes to start the car and BOOM. They'd booby trapped your car but killed your wife by mistake. You panic, grab your stuff and get the hell out of there. Later in hiding at a friends old hunting cabin way out of state you are consumed with grief and anger and vow vengeance on them all but you also realize they are still after you and you can't show your face.
You go back into Kelly mode and even get some surgery to destroy your past identity. You've developed a plan to blow up their meeting hall but need to get access. You take a job with the maintenance company that services the building. Your plan escalates, why just the hall, I'll take out the whole damn building to make sure I get them all. Your bringing in the explosives a little bit at a time taking more than six months to prepare. In the mean time they figure they got you in the car and they let down their defences.
There's been a police shooting of an innocent African American man and race riots break out all over the country. The grand Slug the leader of this filth calls a meeting to organize and go and incite more unrest. The rats are coming to the trap in droves, it's time. You're sitting in your car down the street looking fantastic as Kelly as you've fully taken on the persona. You see the guards come out on the street and usher in the last few and close the doors.
You remove the detonator from your purse and flip the switch to arm all the charges. You watch on your phone as all the status lights go green, the last one lights up. Your hands are trembling with fear and your eyes are filled with tears. You pause as your mind and conscience are battling. You look at the phone and see the screen shot of your wife and kids and the hate grips. You gently whisper this is for you my love and push the button. There's nothing, you start to panic, then the ground starts to rumble and shake, seconds later you are deafened by the noise as the building collapses. There is fire, smoke and dust everywhere. When it settles you see no one coming out of the rubble, mission accomplished.
As in your plans you high tail it to the airport and get out of there. You spend the rest of your life living in solitude on a small island enjoying the money you embezzled out of them while working for the maintenance company. Revenge is sweet and it is yours. Bond Kelly Bond.
Sorry Breanna, saw the Bond reference in your post and had to go for it, I'm a huge Bond fan.
Hey Kelly, I like Dee's idea, just clear your head and start writing. That took me about 30 minutes to complete. Write something down and read it, you don't like it hit the back space button and try again. Hurry up will you please you've left us hanging, I have to know how it ends. lol
