USB - Unwanted Sexual Behavior Ch. 04

He put her in a warm bath and bathed her, knowing that he was probably removing forensic evidence but not caring. He lifted her out of the bath and towelled her dry. He couldn't help studying her body and wondering what it would be like to lie beside her naked. He found some babydoll pyjamas, she didn't appear to have any conventional nightwear, and dressed her. He put her in bed and pulled up the covers and she was asleep almost immediately. He turned out the lights, closed the blinds on the breaking dawn, kicked off his shoes and lay down beside her fully-clothed on top of the comforter.

Sometime while they slept Taylor kicked back the covers and snuggled up to him, holding him close, her breathing deep and rhythmic.

It was later that afternoon that an FBI entry team broke down the door to Taylor's apartment and put their weapons on David while they made Taylor get dressed and took her away.

She spent her last few days as a woman being interrogated by the FBI. She told them everything she knew about Alexi Kamerov, Katcha Kovalenko - AKA Veronique Pascal and Bradley Freeman. She was told that both Veronique and Bradley were being held in custody pending the laying of multiple serious Federal offences including: money laundering, people trafficking, perverting the course of justice, mail fraud... the list went on. Taylor was represented by Terence Mulholland who insisted that Taylor had been a cooperating witness and had not knowingly been involved in any crimes.

Her statements were taken and she was released on her own recognizance with the caveat that she appear as a state's witness when the cases went to trial.

She asked about David Campbell and was told that he had been removed from the case and directed not to contact her whilst the investigation was ongoing.

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Taylor awoke excited on her last day on earth as a woman. She intended to enjoy the rituals associated with being a woman one last time and make the most of her last day of womanhood.

She luxuriated in a hot bath and then she climbed out and towelled off and wrapped herself in a satin robe and sat before her makeup mirror. She carefully applied her makeup and brushed her hair. After coffee and attending to some emails she dressed. Taylor enjoyed the slinky feeling of the sheer pantyhose as she slid them up her legs and smoothed the panty around her buttocks and belly, then she slipped her legs into a pair of pink satin cami-knickers, luxuriating in the feel of the cool satin slinking along her nylon-clad legs as she pulled them up. She put on a matching bra and a white charmeuse long-sleeve blouse and her navy-blue power suit. She stepped into her heels and checked herself in the mirror.

Taylor's plans to use the ruse of being kidnapped by the Bratva to explain her sudden disappearance had been thwarted when David Campbell and the FBI came to her rescue so she needed another exit strategy. She went to a used car dealer and paid cash for a one year old Mercedes Benz and drove it back to her apartment. She made a show of telling the concierge that the car parked in her allocated parking space in the underground garage was hers in case he wondered where the strange vehicle had come from. She packed two suitcases and put them in the trunk, ensuring that she was seen doing so by the building's security cameras. When the search for her began she wanted people to think that she was planning to run away.

She hoped her disappearance would be blamed on a revenge abduction by the Bratva.

FreeCom and PostPay were subject to an asset forfeiture application made by the FBI but were still allowed to trade pending the outcome of the claim. Both FreeCom's attorney Hugh Fleetwood and her own attorney Terence Mulholland believed that FreeCom and PostPay should be allowed to continue to operate now that Bradley Freeman and Veronique Pascal were no longer associated with the companies. An application had been made to the US Attorney stating that both companies were willing to surrender all proceeds of criminal activity as restitution to allow the companies to continue to operate and to allow the innocent parties involved to remain in control of the ventures.

Taylor took a car service down to The Loop and settled into her office at FreeCom. She wanted to make sure that everything was in place so that the transfer of ownership and management of PostPay would occur seamlessly when she disappeared. She wrote a series of emails from her work email to the male Taylor Averille's email address explaining that she suspected that the Bratva would not let her off so easily after what had happened to Alexi Kamerov. She made sure that she was seen leaving the office late in the afternoon.

She caught the L home, enjoying being out and about and the appreciative glances she received from the male passengers. She had already collected Taylor's male clothing from the storage facility and his clothes were ready for him to wear when she transitioned. Once transitioned, Taylor would take a shower and wash off the last vestiges of his feminine identity and check into a hotel and await advice from the law firm of Mulholland and Stamp that his cousin has gone missing and that he would need to take over management of PayPal until she either returned or was declared legally deceased when the company's ownership would pass on to him.

Taylor stripped naked and lay on the bed and masturbated for a long time, relishing the slow build up to her last climax. The shattering orgasm was intense; she would miss the mysterious body-wracking delight of the female orgasm but looked forward to once again having a penis to play with. She stepped back into her panties and put on her robe and took the mystical USB out of the drawer.

It still fascinated her. The almost otherworldly matte black oblong vibrated in her hand and emitted what felt like a minute electric charge. The red stones flashed erratically as she sat down at the PC. She fired up the computer and put the drive into the USB port.

It was ninety days almost to the hour since she had first put the USB into the same clunky old Sony Vaio. It seemed that the USB remembered where it was as this time there was no illegible random symbols and cyphers as the red lights on the USB began to pulse rhythmically.

Taylor read the instructions on the screen.

Congratulations. We hope that you have been enjoyed the gift and the most extraordinary and invaluable privilege that we bestowed upon you and we hope that the life changing manifestation you undertook bought you happiness and fortune. As you know, if you elect not to return to the gift today, the gift will be bestowed on you permanently and can never be returned. The digital display in the lower right corner is counting down the elapsed time.

Do you wish to return the gift? Y/N

Taylor's manicured fingernail hovered above the Y key. She had forgotten to remove her red nailpolish; it was a task that her male counterpart would have to attend to post-transformation. She was about to press the key when the callbox intercom buzzed, almost scaring her out of her skin.

The looked at the elapsed time counting down in the lower right corner of the screen. She had plenty of time. Over two hours. She went to the callbox and lifted the receiver to her ear.

"Yes?" she whispered.

"Taylor? Is that you? This is David Campbell," his voice sounded muted and remote through the intercom.

Taylor hesitated. She owed David Campbell her life but it was also his fault that she had been placed in extreme danger.

"This is Taylor Averille. What do you want?" she asked.

"Can I come up? I want to speak to you in person," David pleaded.

Taylor glanced at the elapsed time once again. It probably wouldn't hurt if the last person to see her alive was an FBI agent.

She pressed the button to remotely open the foyer door and activate the elevator.

She debated whether or not to put on some clothes but decided against it; David wouldn't be here long and as soon as she clicked Y on the keyboard she fully expected to black out and wake up back in her male body.

Taylor went to the door and opened it when David pressed the doorbell. She was surprised to see him dressed in tailored slacks and a turtleneck, he was carrying his overcoat. It was the first time she had seen him not wearing a suit and tie. She took his coat and caught a waft of his aftershave; it was something spicy and exotic.

"Hello Taylor, sorry to disturb you so late," David noted how she was dressed and guessed that she was getting ready for bed.

Taylor said nothing but led him into the lounge but didn't offer him a seat or a drink.

"I wanted to see you sooner but I wasn't legally allowed to do so. Now I'm no longer involved in the investigation I am free to see you outside of the context of work," David continued.

"So what, you want? To date me?" Taylor said sarcastically.

But she couldn't help but thinking of him as a handsome young Sam Elliott with his gritty Texas drawl which still sounded kind of sexy.

"That might not be a bad thing," David gave her that killer smile that she found hard to resist.

She melted a little and allowed herself to smile. She pointed to the couch and indicated for him to sit and then sat down beside him. Her robe opened when she sat and she was showing a lot of leg and cleavage.

"What I really wanted to do was make sure you are ok and tell you that I'm so sorry about what happened to you," David said.

"You didn't seem to care too much for me when you gave me the choice of either working for you as a CI or being arrested by a bunch of FBI goons," Taylor said bitterly.

David flinched visibly; a wounded look crossed his face.

"You're not going to make this easy for me are you?" David sighed.

"Why should I?" Taylor said; her voice emotionless.

"You shouldn't. I deserve the reproach but I want you to know that I do care about you," David said earnestly.

"Ok," Taylor said, a little dismissively.

"I care for you a lot," David said a little sheepishly.

"Really? I didn't get that feeling," Taylor said.

"Because I had to remain professional; I couldn't let my feelings show," David took Taylor's hand in his.

"Feelings?" Taylor stared into his eyes.

David leaned into her and pressed his lips to hers. When Taylor didn't resist he kissed her harder and slipped the tip of his tongue into her mouth. Taylor responded and David put his arms around her and pulled her closer. Taylor put her arms around him and pressed her body against him.

David broke the kiss and gently brushed the hair out of her eyes.

"I love you," David whispered.

"Really?" Taylor whispered.

"Really. I really love you Taylor," he smiled at her and she melted.

Taylor sensed David's sincerity and his love seemed almost palpable. Taylor realised that what she had thought was just an attraction to David was indeed love.

Taylor stood up and David arose with her. They kissed again and her robe fell open. David found her breast and stroked it, causing her nipple to engorge. She found him erect in his slacks and gently squeezed his turgid penis.

"Come," Taylor disengaged and took David's hand in hers.

She led him to her bedroom.

On the way to the bedroom she stopped in front of the old Sony Vaio and hit the 'N' key on the keyboard.

The red lights on the side of the USB glowed fiercely for a second and then they extinguished... forever.

The End

Author's Note: I debated whether or not this story belonged in the non-consent/reluctance or crossdresser/transgender categories. As Taylor did transform I believe I chose the correct category. Please leave your comments and feedback.

Ever yours xxx Michele