Chapter 21

Chapter 21

Eva rolled her mouse wheel forward, causing the camera to zoom in on Reagan’s face as he whimpered, partially asking, and partially demanding to be spanked one final time. One hand still on the mouse, she balled the other into a fist, touching her knuckles to her lips as she reveled in her success. The thrill that ran through her wasn’t sexual, but it was most certainly satisfying. This wasn’t how she expected the campaign to go when she first signed on, but the one thing that held true was the knowledge that it would shape the rest of her career.

Hearing the smack that followed Reagan’s plea, Eva thought back to the day she learned of the changes Reagan made to the campaign website. Her hands made a similar sound when they struck the top of her desk in rage.It was an act she regretted right away. Letting her emotions drive her was one thing, but letting them control her was another.

Reagan had been doing great in polling, and despite that, for some reason he felt the need to align himself with the worst faction of the republican party - the MAGA movement. Coming out hard with an anti-LGBTQ stance baffled her. Reagan wasn’t the nicest person, that illusion had been shattered many years before, but she never saw him as cruel. It was at that moment Eva decided to bring down the campaign she’s sunk so much effort into, she was going to do it in a way that would crush Reagan Esen Demir’s prospect, but also his ambition.

Eva had access to all of Reagan's personal details. The man ran his finances through the campaign in what she would call a shady, but legal way. So, with her substantial, but not quite expert level skills, she got to work destroying the man’s life, thoroughly and efficiently, all in a way that amused her to no end.

Submitting official forms on Reagan’s behalf was easy. Sending money from his campaign and personal accounts took no real effort at all. The closest thing to being difficult had been making it appear as if he had been hacked. She didn’t expect it would be difficult for the FBI to follow her trail, but she could use her position to keep things from ever escalating to the point any law enforcement agency would get involved, despite the story she fed her soon-to-be former employer.

When she pulled the trigger, and that koala graphic appeared, it was already far too late to call things off. All that remained was to control Reagan’s perspective as his discovered more and more information. That night Reagan, Ryan, and her worked together to try to come up with a plan to pull the campaign from its deathspiral. Justice was the furthest thing from her mind. No, Eva was after vengeance - vengeance for what Reagan had become, vengeance for pulling her along, and vengeance for the college boy she had met so long ago that seemed to be dead and gone.

Eva was a year younger than Reagan at twenty-eight. She could still clearly remember lying on a sheet on a hillside, as she and Reagan gazed up at a starry night sky. They weren’t alone. The news had been talking about the meteor shower all week. A few people from her poli-sci went so she joined them. It wasn’t the first time Eva had ever spoken with Reagan, but they hadn’t truly been friends before then.

Being college-aged meant another excuse for her peers to drink, not that most needed an excuse. Both her and Reagan were a little buzzed, and she had the impression the smooth talker she thought was cute was just trying to get into her pants.

Their conversation wasn’t just flirting, though there was plenty of that. Given the class they shared, politics seemed to be the topic of discussion. The way Reagan spoke about inequality in America, how simple the obvious solutions were, had her enthralled. He thought drastic changes needed to be made by those elected to attack the problems, but those people weren’t willing to give an inch if there was no money behind it. He spoke of government overreach, how they were far too invested in the personal lives of Americans, promising security for giving up only small percentages of freedoms, and in the end both being lies.

Eva vividly remembered lying on her back, watching the young man’s face, rather than the beautiful sky, as he proclaimed that one day he’d be the one to correct the course, if the American people would give him the opportunity. While she didn’t absorb every idea he espoused that night, the way the moon and stars lit up that young man was burned into her brain for eternity.

Back then Eva wasn’t the confident person she grew into. She didn’t think she was as pretty as other girls. She wasn’t as smart as her older brother, nor did she have his drive. She had yet to attain the self-confidence to realize what she did have. Eva didn’t really know what she wanted for herself, for a future, till that night beneath the sky - a night that just as easily could have ended with horny teens giving in to their hormones and ****. Instead that night inspired her.

The crush she had on Reagan couldn’t last. She imagined herself with him in her bed, wishing she had whatever it was that drew him to other young women, promising to no one that unlike the rest, she’d be more than a fling. As time passed she got to know him more. He wasn’t perfect, with plenty of rough edges, but there were no boys around without them.

Eva just didn’t see Reagan’s flaws with much clarity, as he did things like steal her favorite dress, a blue sundress with polka dots, from her closet, getting her roommate in on the theft. He returned it a few days later, the garment seeming the same at first glance, only for her to discover pockets had been added. She adored him for the gift, which he just shrugged off as his sister’s idea.

By the time they were both seniors, Regan’s shine had diminished, at least romantically. Eva had been the one consoling friends that had dated him, thinking it was leading to something serious, only to find out he had already moved onto his next conquest when they weren’t looking. Still, she held onto what he had said that night, knowing great leaders often had their flaws. All of that led Eva to agreeing to run his campaign when he was ready to leave the DAs office.

Her plan had worked. After that night, she promised to look into the hacker group, Reagan shut himself away in his condo, and the base fled his cause. What the manipulative woman hadn’t expected was a ground swell of support for the politician brave enough to come out as transgender mid-campaign, and since it was a republican, the absurdity of it all kept the story in the news.

Reagan remained out of the picture, not returning her calls, when an idea struck, inspired by the grass roots support. She got Ryan to do some polling to see how viable the campaign remained. Running the first successful election of an openly trans Republican would be quite the feather in her cap. It didn’t even matter if Reagan won either, so long as they made a good showing, she could use it as a stepping stone to bigger and better things. On top of that she could teach her old friend a lesson that he didn’t seem to learn growing up - how to put yourself in someone else's shoes - empathy.

It wasn’t an absurd thought for a woman to try to change a man for the better, but she doubted many of them tried to change their man into a woman. She knew the first thing that needed to happen was to make a case with the polling data, and the new financial report. Reagan was willing to disparage a marginalized group of people for a few point bump, but that didn’t mean she could get him to go against his own male ego for the same.

One idea was to find an unscrupulous physician, one that could be paid to fake lab results, and charts. They could set up surgeries, with no intention of them ever being performed. On the other hand, she could encourage that same doctor to perhaps miss a day of work, to take the money, a run so to speak, leaving his unsuspecting partner to perform his job ethically. The idea of Reagan going into a doctors office one day as a ruse, only to end up with a pair of breasts of his own amused her to no end, but she knew she was getting ahead of herself.

Those thoughts prompted phone calls to the organizations she had donated Reagan’s money to. While it would be illegal to use campaign funds for surgery, it would be fine if a charity paid the bill, she reasoned.

“Could this really work?” Eva had asked herself that question, going back to it more than a few times throughout the entire ordeal. Talking Reagan into getting a makeover, microblading his eyebrows, getting him on hormones, training to walk gracefully in high heels, going on dates with men - thinking about it brought a smile to Eva’s face.

Her own brother was a bit of a bastard. She loved him, but setting him up with Reagan had been a masterstroke, one she didn’t realize would be such a success.

Eva ruminated on just how successful she had been - how Reagan really had a chance of winning, thanks to her hard work. She just might pull off turning a straight Republican man into the first openly transgender Republican US Senator.

“Could this really work… I made this work.” she said to herself, as a sound caught her attention.

The live feed showed a sight she never expected to see in a million years. No longer was her brother spanking the feminized man, but the pair were having sex. Elias, fully naked, stood behind Reagan, who had one knee up on their desk, purple panties dangling from a foot behind them, and their blouse pulled up to expose their swaying breasts.

Her brother held Reagan’s hip with one hand, while he fucked them from behind, the other wrapped around Reagan’s hard cock, pumping it in rhythm, all while the famed skirt-chaser mewled and gasped, eyes crossed, and tongue hanging out with drool sliding down their chin.

“What!? No.” she said in a small voice, full of disbelief. “GOD!” Eva shrieked, unsure how long she had been staring blankly at the scene. Sure, she hadn’t been paying attention, but the last thing she wanted to see was her brother naked, let alone fucking her best friend, putting up no fight whatsoever for reasons she could not fathom.

Quitting out of the video program, Eva got to her feet, shaking her head. She didn’t know what exactly was happening there, other than the obvious. What she did know was that she needed some fresh air, and a shot of something strong before even attempting to suss out the answer.