Tim Chasen slammed his fist down on the desk in frustration. He had hit yet another dead end. For ten years now he had carefully chased down every rumour, every story, even the vaguest hint and nothing. There were always plenty of leads to work on, they were scattered everywhere, in the ancient and in more modern literature, across the web, everywhere. On the internet Tim had tried to trace the Master Pc, Spells ‘R’ Us, the Djinn, and hundreds of other leads, after a long search he had got nowhere. This time he had been following hints through some references in ancient literature of the Aztec T’zukan Balls and had finally had to give up for now.

Tim sighed and got up from his desk. He was sure he would find his dream one day, his dream of escaping this body of his and becoming a woman. Well tomorrow would be another day and he decided it was time to move his search on. A couple of days ago he had received some documents and photographs from a 1930’s expedition to Easter Island. There had been more than one hint that those ancient people that had come from South America following their sun god Tiki and had brought with them the Necklace of Tears. It was time to chase that lead down and see where it would take him. At the very least each time he looked into one possibility it seemed to throw up a couple more from even further back in history.

“Christ I’m tired.” Tim thought. “I’d better get some sleep and then try again in the morning.

Tim opened the bottle of champagne to celebrate. At last after all these years he was successful in his search. She couldn’t help admiring the slender hand that held her glass as it brought it up to her ruby lips. Her other hand softly caressed the Necklace of Tears as it lay nestled between her big tits.

She knew that his name was now Ella Pearson, she was 26, and she was stunning. Tim/Ella couldn’t help walking back to the full length mirror and check again.

Shit she was hot. This body wasn’t that of a stick thin super model, this was a body built for passion, built to raise the desire of any man or woman beyond the limits of their sanity. Her long well toned legs led up to a pair of wide hips framing her neatly trimmed bush, a light curve to the belly but not enough to reduce her hourglass figure. And Jesus those tits were fucking huge, they were an E cup, she had checked. A neck that only got away with looking slender because of its length and the fact that it was partly covered by a thick mane of dark, almost black, hair. The face, the face said come fuck me. Large green eyes sat above a small straight nose and a pair of the most kissable lips you are ever likely to see.

Ella finished her drink and pulled on a slinky black dress, she checked her make up one more time in the mirror, perfect. She was heading for the local gay bar tonight and wasn’t intending to come home alone. Well a girl does have to celebrate you know.

Ella lay back on her bed, her hands were cupping her large breasts, her fingers pinching lightly at the thick brown nipples. She looked down between her huge mounds to the blonde head buried between her thighs. Ella gasped as the blonde girls lips enclosed her throbbing clit and sucked hard as she thrust three fingers deep into Ella’s molten core. Ella came with a scream, her juices flooded the girls face as she frantically lapped up Ella’s sweet offerings.

The shrill sound of the alarm clock ripped Tim from his dream. Dragging his feet to the floor Tim cradled his head in his hands. His tired body heaved as he sobbed, hot tears stinging in his eyes.

Tim didn’t know how many more of these disappointments he could take.

Pc Harry North sat in the drivers seat of his patrol car. He had half an eye on his partner writing out a ticket for yet another clown who thought that being late for work made it alright to drive like a prat. The rest of his attention was focused on the fag he was rolling, in front of the passenger seat, on the dash another smoke he had rolled a few minutes ago sat waiting for Pc Mike Trent to get back to the car.

Eventually Mike waved to him and Harry turned off the lights as the car in front of them slowly drove to the end of the layby and waited to merge into the morning traffic.