Chrysalis

Disclaimer: There's not much sex in this story, there is science fiction bordering on magic with a touch of magic, there are unanswered plot devices as this is part of a longer piece that is unfinished.

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All characters are adults. I hope you enjoy.

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Chrysalis

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Kate looked up from the hairy belly of the John as his member flopped out of her mouth. She wiped his cum off of her chin, met his eyes and licked it off of her finger.

The effort was wasted as the man would not meet her eyes. Damn, she thought. That was usually good for an extra tip.

She sat back on her heels, absently tucking her breasts back into her low-cut peasant top. She watched the man pull his pants up, ready to call her backup if he tried to bolt without paying. It was fairly rare, but it did happen.

She sighed quietly in relief as he dug out his wallet, fished a twenty out, and threw it on the floor in front of her. He turned and walked quickly out of the door of the sleazy pay-by-the-hour hotel room.

She hated it when the Johns did that. It was even more degrading than performing sex acts for money. Like she was a dog picking up her reward for doing the trick right. She kind of understood, though. Most guys didn't want to admit they had a fetish for trans girls.

She picked up the money, stood and walked over to the dresser where she had put her purse down. She knew most working girls didn't carry a purse because it made them look like a victim to their potential clients. But Kate had to.

She tucked the twenty into her purse and took out the travel size bottle of mouthwash. She took a slug of the harsh liquid and swirled it around her mouth as she walked to the bathroom. She bent over the sink and spit the mixture of mouthwash and cum into the sink. She watched the unholy mixture slide down the side of the sink toward the drain.

She sighed. She was tired and she hurt. She took a mouth full of water from the tap and swirled it around to get the rest of the taste out of her mouth. She looked up into the mirror and studied her reflection.

Her blocky face was starting to show stubble on her cheeks and jaw. Her nose was too long. Her brow ridge was too heavy. Her eyes were bloodshot and shadowed to the point that she could see it through her makeup. Her light brown hair was usually her best feature, but now it hung limp and dry. It was thinning way too fast.

She looked at her shoulders, far too broad and her arms too big. She had grown some very nice tits, she thought, but now they sagged, deflated.

"You're just an ugly old tranny, aren't you, sweetie?" she whispered to her reflection in the mirror. She grunted to clear her throat of the frog that suddenly seemed to be lodged there, coughed, and then bent double over the sink in the grip of a full fledged coughing fit.

When it finally passed, she spit the blood out of her mouth into the sink and washed it down with fresh water.

"You okay, Kate?" a voice said from the door of the bathroom.

Kate looked over at the woman in the doorway. She was a mousy woman, dressed in a long skirt and a baggy sweater that completely hid her figure. She was also Kate's wife, Morgana. Her long red hair was caught up in a bun at the base of her neck and her oversized glasses were sliding down her nose again.

Her chest aching from the coughing fit and a deeper ache of her love for this woman who had stood by her through so much, she looked over and smiled. "A little better, honey, now that you're here."

Morgana held open her arms for Kate who gladly went to her. Kate loomed over her wife at six feet one inch to Morgana's five feet on a good day. Kate used to joke that Morgana had some fairy blood in her family and that is what made her so small.

Feeling herself wrapped up in the one place she felt truly safe, loved, and accepted, Kate let the tears come. She tried not to let the sobs come, knowing that they would just bring on another coughing fit, but she was just so tired.

Morgana helped her sick wife over to the bed and had her sit down, and rubbed her back till the fit passed. Kate spat gob after gob of blood out onto the floor, uncaring of the mess.

She collected herself as best she could, she was pale, sweaty and shaking. She reached back over her shoulder and grasped her wife's hand. "Thank you, honey," she said, her voice raspy. "I am so glad I don't have to face this alone, but I think it's time to face facts. I'm dying and we're not going to be able to get enough money together for the surgeries. This is just taking too long and I'm fading too fast."

Morgana shushed her. "No, enough of that talk. We have fought through so much, we're not giving up now. I know that the money flow has slowed with the worsening of things in the country, but there's still a way. I know it's a long shot, but we're coming down to the wire."

Kate looked back over her shoulder at her wife. She felt her heart warm in her chest and her eyes started burning with tears. She was so tired of hurting, of trying and getting nowhere, but for this beautiful woman she would move mountains. "Let's go home," Kate said, trying to project how much she loved her wife.

Morgana scrambled down off of the bed and helped Kate to stand, and got her shoulder wedged as close to Kate's armpit as possible, carrying as much weight as she could on her small frame. It wasn't much.

Together the two women made their way down the halls and stairs until they were out on the city sidewalk. Morgana steered them over to a rusty cargo van that used to be a nice shade of green but now looked like it was carrying a disease. Kate leaned against the van while Morgana unlocked and opened the door.

Morgana helped Kate to climb inside and get comfortable on their bed that lay on the floor of the van. It was nice being able to take home with you wherever you went, Kate thought, grimacing in pain as she struggled to get comfortable.

Morgana climbed into the driver's seat, started the engine, and drove them away from the seedy hotel. They had learned that it was best to not stick around after turning a trick. Bad things tended to happen.

Morgana drove them through the brightly lit night time city streets, looking for a safe place to spend the night. She looked back over her shoulder often checking on Kate. The cancer was draining her much faster than they had hoped. The doctors had warned them that it would likely spread very rapidly without the chemotherapy, but they didn't have insurance and they certainly didn't have the money to pay out of pocket.

She reviewed how they had ended up in this situation. It started with politics, as it usually did. There was a major election with some shenanigans around the voting system that she hadn't paid attention to at the time and couldn't have cared less about. The new guy had brought in his ideas of how things were meant to be run, but somehow things had gone wrong. Gas prices skyrocketed, food and medicine became ridiculously expensive, there were riots and scandals. No one trusted anyone, not their neighbors or the police. It seemed like everyone was just out for themselves. Morgana didn't give a damn about the differences of the people around her. Race, gender, religion, politics. Nothing mattered except her beautiful wife.

In the midst of all of the social upheaval and turmoil, Kate had gotten sick. She had had a coughing fit at work and passed out. The ride to the hospital in the ambulance had taken most of their combined savings to pay for it. The emergency doctors had treated Kate like any other patient, giving her the care that she needed. Then they diagnosed her with stage four lung and breast cancer.

The grief counselor the hospital had assigned to them looked like he needed a grief counselor himself when he broke the news that Kate would not likely see Christmas.

It was already August.

Somewhere in all of that, the Government had released the information that Aliens were real. No one had batted an eye. The Government had announced that they were setting up an Embassy for the Aliens and were working together with them for the betterment of Mankind.

No one paid any attention to it. They were all wrapped up in their own personal dramas. Even Morgana and Kate had barely paid any attention to it, and they were both giant nerds. They loved all things sci-fi and fantasy. But there was just too much else to worry about.

But now, things were different.

Morgana steered the beat up old van onto the highway and started heading out of the city. There was just no place safe there anymore. She would find a rest stop to park at to let both of them get some sleep.

She looked back at Kate again. She was sleeping, sort of. It looked more like she had passed out from the pain again. It was a small reprieve, but Morgana was glad that she got to have it every now and then. But, of course, she felt guilty for being glad.

Morgana drove through the night until she found a rest stop three hours outside the city. She pulled into a parking spot in an out of the way corner of the lot, locked and lashed the doors shut, then climbed into the back of the van.

She closed the curtains to prevent creeps from looking in on them while they slept, and joined her wife on the bed.

The Aliens.

Morgana had heard an interview on a fringe sci-fi podcast with a scientist that was supposedly working with the Aliens to integrate their technology with our technology. Of course, the Alien tech was much more advanced.

The interview talked about a medicine that wasn't a medicine. It was more of a procedure. Okay it was a medical pod. Well, what it actually did was rewrite your DNA. The scientist was reluctant to say that, of course, because of the backlash from half the country when a new type of vaccine had been introduced. He didn't want to become a target.

Morgana understood.

The way he had described the procedure, what the Alien tech did was to take your genetic material and perfect it.

Were you prone to moles? Not anymore.

Did you suffer from Crones or Celiac's? No you didn't.

Alzheimers? Dementia? Parkinson's? Fixed it for you.

They were still in testing phases, but early tests were promising. They were taking volunteers for human testing.

Next month.

Morgana studied her wife. Kate's face was pinched in pain, even in her sleep. She was pale, to the point of her skin being translucent. Morgana studied the profile that her wife hated so much. She thought that Kate was beautiful, regardless of the masculine features. She couldn't believe that she was as lucky as she had been.

When they met, Kate was still Mark, and hadn't even admitted to herself that she was transgender yet. They had dated, fallen in love and married. They had been married for ten years before she had come out. Morgana had not handled it well.

She had looked at the man that she had married and did not recognize the person that was looking back. She had fallen into an emotional spiral that had led to an attempt to take her own life. It had taken a long time for Kate to forgive her. It had taken Morgana a long time to come to terms with, and accept, the truth of her husband's gender dysphoria.

It had not been an easy road, but they had gone to marriage counseling, and had some difficult and brutally honest conversations. Eventually, they had found a new rhythm in their relationship, and had grown closer than ever.

Kate had gotten her name legally changed, and started the process of her medical transition. Things had been going well, even in the face of the upheavals, until Kate got sick.

All of their savings were burned up in the early days of trying to pay for Kate's treatment. They gave up everything, leaving their apartment for the van. Morgana quit her job to care for Kate, and Kate obviously couldn't work in her condition. They rapidly lost what little control over their life that they had.

They tried to do online jobs at first, but the pay was so small that it only afforded them the bare minimum. So, Morgana had decided to try to make some quick money with her body. Her first John had been rough and cruel. The money had been good, but when she tried to turn another trick, she found she couldn't stop crying. She gave up after that.

Kate, though. Kate was determined to live. So she went and turned as many tricks as she could. Unfortunately, there wasn't much call for a large transwoman. She never turned anyone away. She had been arrested twice. The first time the police kept her overnight and let her go with a 'knock it off' warning. She was arrested again the next week and spent the following week, hacking herself half to death in her cold jail cell.

The cops had let her go. They didn't want to deal with a terminally ill woman.

Morgana couldn't believe their luck. The last thing she wanted to do was to watch her wife die from behind the glass in a visitation booth.

They had gotten more careful after that, and the income slowed down even more. They had initially been trying to save money for chemo, but now they were just trying to live. They were failing at both.

Finally, Morgana succumbed to her exhaustion and fell into an uneasy sleep.

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Morgana woke to a knocking on the side of the van. Kate was still sleeping in the same position she had been last night. She placed a hand on Kate's chest, letting out a sigh as she felt the woman's chest rising and falling with her shallow breaths.

The knock came again.

She climbed back up into the driver's seat, closing the curtain behind her so as to not wake Kate. She looked up and met the eyes of a middle aged police officer in a state police uniform. She quickly rolled the window down. "Good morning, officer," she said, quickly. "What can I do for you?"

He looked nonplussed at being beaten to the punch. "You know that this is a rest stop, not a campground, right? You can't stay here." His voice was brusque.

"Oh, yes sir. I understand that," she hurried to explain. "We are on our way to a medical facility and got too tired to drive safely. I thought it was best to pull over and take a nap before continuing on."

"You said 'we'? Who else is in the vehicle with you?"

"My wife, sir," Morgana answered, readily. "She is sick. Very sick." She paused to wipe away the very genuine tears that started burning her eyes. "We are on our way to the new medical facility where they are working with the Alien technology."

"You trust the Aliens?" he sounded genuinely surprised.

Morgana looked down at her hands in her lap. "We don't have much choice, sir. We are hoping for a miracle."

"I see," he said, scratching at his chin. "I am sorry you have to deal with that. I hope you do find your miracle, but, as I said, you cannot stay here. I need you to get back on the road now, ma'am."

Morgana smiled wanly. She was very tired. "Of course, officer. Thank you for your kindness and well wishes. I'm awake now, so that was the plan anyway. Do you mind if we make use of the facilities before hitting the road."

He shook his head, a small smile on his face and pity in his eyes. "Of course. You do what you need to do."

Morgana waited for him to head back to his car. She was disappointed when he didn't drive off, but she guessed she understood. He was just doing his job. She hopped out of the van without waking Kate and headed into the small building to take care of her body's needs.

She coaxed Kate into consciousness and helped her into the building to take care of her needs. Shortly, they were on the road again and Morgana sighed in relief when she saw that the state police car was staying in the rest area parking lot.

Morgana headed straight for the Alien facility. It was still another four or five hundred miles away. The twenty dollars that Kate had earned at the end of a penis was the last of their money. If they couldn't make it there, she didn't know what they would do.

Morgana drove through the day, keeping a nervous eye on the fuel gauge and willing the old van to go further than it had any right to.

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Kate woke up from time to time and did her best to keep Morgana company, but would doze off into oblivion after only twenty minutes. She seemed to be in good spirits, but her energy levels were very low.

Morgana kept one eye on the fuel gauge, and the other on the road, and the other on her wife, and the other eye on the future. She was in a high state of anxiety, to say the least.

The day seemed to creep by at a glacial pace, but they finally pulled into the parking lot of the Alien science facility.

It was not an impressive building. It looked like it was just a pole barn that you might see on a farm somewhere. The parking lot was unpaved. The cars that were in the lot were all older models in various states of disrepair.

Morgana was not feeling reassured. But they had come this far, and had no way to go back, so she pulled into a parking spot as close to the door as she could for Kate's sake, and put the transmission in park.

Kate was sleeping fitfully in the passenger seat. Morgana reached over and gently shook her arm. "Sweetie, we're here," she said softly. "I'm going to go inside, and try to figure out how to get you in there. Okay?"

Kate rolled her head to the side, cracked one eye open and smiled a pretty smile at her wife. "Sounds good, honey. I'm going to wait here if you don't mind?"

Morgana chuckled a little. "Of course not. You rest. I'll be back soon." She climbed over and planted a kiss on Kate's sweaty forehead. Her skin felt cold on her lips. She didn't have much time.

She felt it was time to pull out all the stops. She had to make this work. She couldn't face the idea of a life without Kate. She would save her, whatever it took.

She climbed into the back of the van and closed the curtain, seeing that Kate had gone back to sleep already. She stripped out of her long skirt and oversized sweater. Underneath, her body was trim and taught. She was slender without being skinny. Her waist was tiny, her breasts were moderately large though not overwhelming her slight frame. Her hips swelled out from her narrow waist. Her bottom was the perfect rounded heart shape that everyone loved. That was why she hid under baggy clothes. She didn't want to be ogled like a piece of meat for a predator to drool on.

But, needs must, as the saying went. She dug into her suitcase, looking for the only clothes that didn't hide her figure. She found the short white sundress with the little pink flowers at the bottom of the suitcase. She barely paused as she peeled out of her bra, and after the barest hesitation, she slipped her panties off, too.

"In for a penny, in for a pound," she muttered. She didn't know what she was going to meet in a place like this. Was there even a normal expectation for a place like this? she wondered.

She pulled the sundress over her head, letting the skirts fall down loosely over her hips. She adjusted the spaghetti straps, and adjusted her breasts so that they sat comfortably. She nervously smoothed the dress down over her hips. She wondered if it would be obvious that she was naked underneath the dress.

She studied herself as best she could in the confines of the van. She liked the way she looked, and wished that she could dress like this all the time, but she hated feeling like prey. She shrugged her shoulders, feeling her breasts move inside the dress with the movement. Now was not the time to worry about it.

She brushed out her long, red hair and put it up into a simple high ponytail. She didn't have any real beauty products to do herself up with so this was just going to have to do.