Avengers of Tantura

By Aaron Pery

Once the Tanturans overcome their brutal lizard-like enemy, and sure that their enemy will return to avenge their lost fleet, they recruit ten retired American generals famous for their military expertise. Their purpose is to have the generals teach them all about the art of war, establish a superior military force, then lead them to battle.
Thus begins the saga of the Avengers of Tantura!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Aaron Pery
• Release date: Apr 16, 2013
• ISBN: 9781301709151

Aaron Pery

As most authors might claim, I was always been a natural storyteller and voracious book reader. Somehow, I also knew that some day I would sit down and write a book, which I did quite recently.When I finally sat in front of my computer monitor to do just that, the words literally came pouring out. Before very long, I had written many books in various genres.At first, my prolific writing was mainly for the pleasure and self-entertainment involved, until I discocered Smashwords and ebooks, and here I am, a published author with a long list of books to my credit. And many more to come.

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Avengers of Tantura

Aaron Pery

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Copyright 2013 by Aaron Pery

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Avengers of Tantura

Prologue

The wizened old man sleeping lightly in the hospital bed woke up and opened his eyes very slowly when he heard the door creaking open and smiled when he saw his son tiptoeing into the room.

Hi, Dad, I hope I didn't wake you up. How do you feel today?

Truth be told, , just as shitty as I did yesterday, Robert, but what can one expect after he reaches age ninety-five when all one's parts are worn out?

I'm sorry to hear that.

Come on son, don't give me any shit because I heard the doctor tell you last night that he doubts if I'll survive the night.

Damn it, we were sure that you were sleeping and couldn't hear us.

Well, the fact is that I can no longer sleep nor am I awake even when my eyes are open because I'd reached a point in my existence when I'm almost half here and half in the nether world unless I make a big effort, like I'm doing right now, to remain fully conscious because you're here.

You never told me that before, Dad. So what do you do while in this foggy state?

Think, and remember almost a century of living life to the utmost--being a soldier and romancing the girls, especially your mom, and watching you and your sisters grow up and become people on your own merit. I like doing that because it was a long and fruitful life, and the only thing that I regret is that I'd lost your mom almost twenty years ago.

Me, too, Dad. I can understand your pleasure, though, in remembering your wonderful life.

It's worth reliving, you know, but my time is up now and I hope you and your sister won't mourn my passing too much. Anyway, since I know how short I am on time, I'd like you to sit next to me and hold my hand until I make the jump across.

I will, of course. Robert took Julian McCauley's feeble hand in his own after sitting down next to him, and made his mind wander through his early life for quite a while.

He woke up suddenly from his ruminations when he felt that something was amiss and looked at his father's face, which bore a frozen wide smile and knew that he was gone. Tears streamed out of his eyes as he whispered, Happy voyage, Dad, wherever you're going. I'll miss you terribly.

Chapter One

When Julian regained his senses, it was quite a shock to his mind. What the hell is going on, he wondered, I am supposed to be dead because I clearly remembered my last thought of happiness that Vic was holding my hand and that I wasn't crapping out all alone. Yet, here I am I don't know how long later, and I can think with my mind and feel my body, which means that I'm alive. How can that be?

Anxious to test his theory, Julian commanded his body to wiggle his toe and instantly felt them move with ease and without having his calf muscles seize up painfully as had been happening to him for the past few years. Absolutely crazy he thought as he decided to finally open his eyes and see around him to discover where and when he was.

To his surprise, the moment he opened his eyes he saw that he no longer was in a hospital room but in a rather luxuriously furnished room, on a bed that matched the rest of the furnishing and was quite low off the floor, unlike the tall hospital bed in which remembered dying.

What the shit's happening here? He mumbled aloud when the reality of it sank into his rattled mind.

Kind of disturbing, ain't it? The voice that he heard was high pitched like that of a female child.

Julian turned in the direction of the voice and indeed, it was that of girl who looked to be about ten years old sitting in a chair next to his bed. She was quite pretty, with very short nearly white blond hair and wore a pink tank top and pair on panties of the same color. Who are you, and what's this place and where is it? Julian nearly fainted as he heard his own voice, which was quite childishly squeaky but quite definitely feminine.

The child smiled at him widely. I'm Christina, and we're both in a crèche as it's called. As to where we are, I have no idea but I was told that everything will be revealed to us once we are all awake. Which in fact, you're the last of us to have awakened so I'd assume that Melinda will explain everything to us after we get together for lunch, which is supposed to take place in thirty minutes.

Who is Melinda?

A local woman who's supposed to be the crèche mother.

Mother? What the fuck is this place, a kindergarten? Julian's voice cracked in frustration.

Come on; just hold on to your panties until things are explained to us.

Panties? What the hell are you talking about?

The fact that even if you don't want to admit it to yourself you're just like me, a little girl rather than the man you used to be in the past. And girls, you know, wear panties which, if you don't believe what I'm saying, take a look at yourself under the cover.

Julian ripped the cover off of himself and looked at his own child's body and saw that he was dressed exactly as Christina was, except that he was clad in a red outfit. He fell back to the pillow and lay there for a minute until he gathered his wits and asked weakly. Are the rest of the people here little girls as well?

Exactly, and all of us used to be old men who knew they had died before woke up, the first of us did so three days ago and almost shit our panties when reality hit us, so you got to accept it or go nuts. And by the way, what's your own name?

It used to be Julian.

So now I guess it's gonna be Julia. Thanks for telling me, Julie. Mine used to be Christopher, hence it became Christina, or Chris.

Makes sense, Julie sat up against the headboard. Are you okay, though, with being a Christina?

Fuck no. Hell, it's been creepy the last couple of days after finding out that I'd lost my beloved family jewels and acquired an honest to goodness pussy in their stead. Honestly, though, once I thought about it further I came to the conclusion that the price I'd paid for being emasculated was kind of cheap.

What do you mean cheap?

It's the fact that losing your masculinity in exchange for turning into a young girl sure is worth it instead of being dead, buried, and having your flesh eaten by a bunch of maggots.

Thanks, Chris, for putting things in perspective for me because you're absolutely right about that, if you're right about us being alive.

We sure are. Let me ask you, Julie, do you need to take a leak right now and is your stomach growling with hunger?

Damn right you are that I am.

D'you think that dead old men dream about having to piss, or get hungry?

Julie burst into laughter, feeling very good suddenly. By God, Chrissy, you're right about that. Hell, and it feels real good not to have my bones crick with my every move or have my hemorrhoids burn my asshole.

Same here, Julie. And I like you calling me Chrissy. Anyway, I think you better go piss and take a shower before we go downstairs to have us a hefty lunch with the rest of the girls. Oh, and talking about pissing, you need to know that your body isn't totally feminine because our urethras end up in the clitoris instead of being located deep inside our pussies like with all women. So all you have to do to pee is pull on it like you used to as a man and it comes out and you just piss without getting drenched like I seen happen to some women I'd watched in the act.

At least that's a relief, pun intended. Julia turned and sat on the edge of her bed. Where's the toilet around here?

Right there, Chris pointed at a door to the right of the bed. Like in a normal apartment. So you go in to do your business and I'll wait here for you.

Thanks buddy and I mean it because without your help I would've probably gone bonkers.

My pleasure, Julie. Besides, we'd all done the same for each other so I'm not that unique.

Taking care of each other? That's nice and appreciated.

Julia walked barefoot to the bathroom, enjoying the feel of the luxurious this carpet on her feet until she reached the tiled floor of the bathroom. Just as everything in the apartment, the place was sumptuous as well, with pink walls and tiles, well appointed fixtures, and sunlight-filled through a ceiling skylight. Feeling quite at ease with her newly discovered strange physique, she took of her panties and tank top and stood over the toilet after raising its seat, and fumbled between her legs. She found her clit easily and just as Chris had told her, it extended about an inch outwardly, which made it easy to urinate and then shake to eliminate any remnants at its tip. I wonder why we're built this way, she thought, which is a heck of a lot more hygienic than for most women.

Instead of entering the shower stall right away, Julia stood in front of the large mirror and inspected her new body closely, discovering that it indeed was that of a prepubescent girl of short stature and very narrow shoulders and hips. She thought that she was just as pretty as Chris was, except that her short hair was deep red. Well, she thought as she washed her hands and then brushed her teeth vigorously, strange kind of girl is what I had been turned into, but I really like my youth and being so healthy.

She enjoyed washing her body and hair, though cleaning her pudenda as she suddenly remembered was the correct term for the female genitalia, was quite disconcerting when she touched it. The towel that she removed from the rack was large, soft, and fluffy, and she dried herself quite vigorously with it before using the hair dryer with ease since her hair was quite similar in length and thickness as Julian's used to be.

Another somewhat disconcerting factor that she discovered about her body was that despite having a flat chest her nipples and their surrounding areas were definitely feminine since each nipple was quite thick and very sensitive to the touch, which were surrounded deeply brown skin that looked like genuine aureoles. Well, she thought, I shouldn't be surprised at having the vestiges of my future breasts exactly in the spots where they'll eventually sprout out.

Prepared to get dressed after dropping her soiled underwear in the empty bin, Julia opened the door to what she thought was a closet and was pleased to find similar clean folded replacements, and a few pairs of brand new flip-flops on the floor. She dressed quickly and inserted her feet into the comfortable sandals and walked back into the bedroom, where Chris was waiting for her.

Ready to go stuff your face? Chris asked cheerfully.

You bet your skinny ass I am.

Yours is just as skinny, dolly.

You like going straight for the jugular, don't you?

I sure am and always have been. Anyway, let's go introduce you to everyone in the dining room.

Julia quickly found out that she was living in a two story apartment building with an ornate staircase that led to the first floor that contained a large library, a movie theater, a common room with various card game tables, a dining room that could sit twenty people in comfort but was set up for only ten at this time. It contained food counters cafeteria style, loaded with steaming food trays that smelled deliciously and made her mouth water with hunger.

Why don't we make the rounds to fill our plates with goodies first, and I'll make the introductions once we're full. Is that okay with you?

Great because my stomach is grumbling and my taste buds are salivating like crazy, so let's load up.

As they went through the food counters, Julia saw that her so-called crèche mates were all made very much of the same mold as both Chris and herself, and were clothed in the same kind of clothing. She was pleased with their warm welcoming smiles and the fact that no one intruded on her privacy, seemingly waiting for being introduced when it became convenient.

The food was just as Chris had her it would be, was plenty, tasty, extremely rich calories wise, and all of the girls seemed to have great mounds of it without the slightest hesitation. I guess, Julia considered as she picked up a large tub of banana splits and a thick slice