Jon unzipped the duffel bag and emptied the contents onto the bedspread.

He sighed and began taking inventory of 7 pair each of regulation cotton  panties size 10, cotton socks small, 1 each boxes of tampons and  sanitary napkins, 3 pair of fatigue pants size 12, 3 pair of exercise  shorts size medium, 1 pair of sweat pants size medium, 1 pair of running  shoes, size 5 and one pair of boots, size 5.  He picked up one of the  boots and marveled at how small it was.

Returning from his deep thoughts as he grabbed a sanitary napkin, pair  of underwear and some sweat pants and then retreated back into the  refuge of the bathroom, the only room with a lock.  He would need his  privacy for the next few minutes as he applied the prescription creams  to the tender healing flesh of Joy’s…now his privates.

With one leg up on the bathtub, he blindly smeared the cold ointment  into the loose lips of his vagina, his stomach sunk as he easily first  slipped two, three and then four fingers knuckle deep into the sloppy  canal.  It stung for a few moments and he stood breathing through his  teeth, as it slowly subsided into the normal distant pain he now lived  with.   He turned and caught his reflection in the large mirror on the  back of the door.  The scars on his butt seemed a little fainter, thanks  to the vitamin E ointment Craig had given him.  Trying not to look, but  like a bad accident he couldn’t help but gaze at the curvaceous  backside he now had.   There would be no way to hide the curves, even in  the oversized sweatpants he wore earlier in the day, his hips and butt  stuck out from his narrow waist.   He had tried to push thoughts of the  future out of his mind but ever increasingly, he was thinking about the  what if’s in this deal.  He stood and faced the mirror.  His love  handles protruded slightly over the transition line between where his  mildly tan skin converged with the soft pale skin of the lower half.  He  still marveled at how even if he stood with his feet together, there  remained a gap between his thighs at the crotch giving him a bowlegged  look.  The meaty outer lips of the vagina gaped open with darker  purplish inner lips protruding outward.  His center of gravity was  shifted way low, not only due to the obvious differences in male and  female skeletal structure, but the loss of height due to Joy’s much  shorter legs.  After washing his hands, he sat on the toilet and then  removed the paper from the adhesive strips from a sanitary napkin and  pressed it into the crotch of the underwear he had brought in.  The  nurse had said he would need to wear one of these at least until the  last of the sores on his crotch had healed and then perhaps sparingly as  needed. At first he protested but she assured him, as humiliating as  this all was, it was nothing compared to his underwear getting stuck to  an open wound in such a sensitive area.

Pulling on the underwear and then the sweatpants he checked himself out  in the mirror before walking out.  He pulled at the sweat pants trying  to stretch them so they would not hug is curves so much.  They fit well,  too well and he was extremely self conscious of the flatness of front  of the sweats, except for the slight mound of the pubic bone, which  seemed to mock him as he imagined what it should look like had things  been normal.  He made a mental note to ask for a slightly larger size of  sweat pants.

Jon clutched at the pendant hanging from around his neck.  This simple  trinket was his safety blanket, without it, Von Crucial would be on him.   There had to be a way to trap this bastard, but how.