Revenge by Karen Singer
Chapter 1: High School (8 years ago)
High school was the cruelest place on earth! At least it was for Susan. Susan was not the most popular girl in the school. In fact, it was safe to say that she may have been the least popular. She may have been one of the brighter kids in the school, but she was also very plain looking. She wasn’t blessed with a sexy looking body, and her overly strict parents didn’t allow her to dress fashionably or experiment with makeup. In fact, since her parents weren’t exactly rich, most of her clothes were obvious hand-me-downs that most kids would never wear. The result was that she was the constant target of ridicule for many of the other kids in the school, and she had been for years.
While she yearned to be one of the popular kids, she knew it would never happen, and over time, her resentment grew. All through high school her resentment was particularly aimed at the boys who would hardly even talk to her, let alone ask her out. All too often she felt alone, isolated, and friendless. Burying herself in her studies…and her resentment.
At the end of her senior year, life suddenly seemed to turn around for her. She couldn’t believe it when Steve Harrison, one of the most popular guys in the school and one who had always seemed to enjoy taunting her more than any of the others, actually phoned her a few days before the senior prom and asked her to go with him. Susan was not only shocked that he would call and ask her, but in her desperation to be liked, she was also completely elated. Especially since Steve had always been one of the best looking boys in the school. He told her that he had just broken up with his former girlfriend, Karen, and had decided that he now wanted to go to the prom with Susan instead. Susan didn’t care what the reason was. The most handsome boy in the school had just called and asked her out to the prom. She was in heaven.
The senior prom was such a major occasion that Susan’s mother and father scraped enough money together to buy her a new dress. And the night of the prom, for the first time, her mother helped her with her hair and just a little bit of makeup.
The plan for the evening was that Steve and some of his friends would pick Susan up and then they would all go to the park first to take pictures before going on to the prom. When Steve arrived to pick her up, Susan was a little disappointed that he hadn’t brought her flowers, but it was such a special occasion that she decided it didn’t really matter. They all drove off to the park together, and Susan for once felt like she was an accepted part of the in-crowd she had always yearned to belong to. She felt happy, and she felt great.
At the park, one of the boys brought out his camera and started to take pictures. Then more of Steve’s friends drove up, including Karen, his “old” girlfriend. As soon as Karen got there, she walked up to Steve and Steve gave her a big hug and a kiss on the mouth. Susan was so shocked she didn’t know what to do. She was completely outraged, especially when Steve and Karen had their picture taken together…while Susan was totally ignored.
Steve and all his friends started to get back into their cars, but when Susan tried to follow, they wouldn’t let her.
“You didn’t think I’d really go to the prom with someone like you, did you?” Steve said as everyone else laughed at her.
Susan was so mad that she tried to hit Steve, but he easily blocked her hand. And then he did the unthinkable. He picked Susan up and carried her to the edge of the lake, and while everyone else was laughing, dumped her in.
Susan was angry beyond belief. She struggled back to the shore. Her pretty new dress was soaked and ruined, and all the kids were still laughing at her. She saw several of them taking more pictures of her. If she had the means, she would have killed all of them just then…especially Steve!
“I’ll get back at you for this,” she screamed as all the kids laughed and got back into their cars. “I’ll get you back a hundred times worse! I’ll humiliate you till you beg for mercy…and then I won’t give it to you! You’ll be so sorry for this! I’ll get back at you…” she screamed. As Steve and his friends drove off laughing, the last thing they could hear her yelling was, “…if it’s the last thing I ever do!”
∽❤∽❤∽✻∼❤∼❤∼
Ten Years Later
Susan stared at her latest client sitting across from her desk. She couldn’t believe it. Of all people, Steve Harrison had walked into her office looking for help from her to stop smoking. It was obvious he didn’t even remember who she was, but she certainly remembered him. Of course it was only natural that Steve wouldn’t recognize her, since High School she had changed quite a bit. Once she had been able to leave home for college, she had dieted and exercised as much as possible to lose weight, and she was able to indulge herself and use all the makeup and fashion accessories that the other girls used. And once she started making her own money, her wardrobe had improved greatly. Now she bore little resemblance to the homely looking girl that everyone had made fun of in high school. After all her years of study and hard work, she now had her own psychiatric practice where she specialized in helping people get over problems and bad habits.
As Steve sat there telling her about his life and problems, Susan couldn’t help but relive the humiliating events from the end of her high school days, events she had thought about all too often in her life. The more she thought about it, the more her resentment and anger towards him returned and grew. And now he was sitting right in front of her. She couldn’t help but think that the fly had definitely walked into the spider’s lair this time. But did she dare act on all those fantasies she had dreamed about all too often over the years?
Steve’s company had sent him to her city for training for the next three weeks. He had decided that while he was there, he would also try to find someone to help him stop smoking, something he had failed at by himself over and over again. Susan told him that she would be glad to work with him, and that in such cases she usually used hypnotism to help people get over their desires for smoking. It would probably take several sessions but if he was still willing, they could get started right away. Steve was more than willing, so Susan made him comfortable and started working on putting him into a hypnotic trance.
Steve turned out to be fairly easy to hypnotize, and for that first session, Susan concentrated on setting up her usual triggers to help him go under again quicker and deeper the next time they met. She also started to lay the groundwork to reinforce his desire to stop smoking. But just before she finished, she implanted the suggestion that he would be anxious to return again the next evening for his next session.
That night, after Steve left her office, Susan sat and pondered what to do about Steve. Since he had left her office she had done little else but to fantasize about how she could go about getting back at him…how she could go about humiliating him, over and over again – endlessly! And oh the plans her mind was able to conceive. But then for the last eight years she had dreamed and fantasized all too often about getting back at Steve. The traumas of her years in high school, and especially what Steve had done to her at the end of her senior year, had eaten away at her for far too long.
But…should she? She had no doubt that she could do it. She had no doubt at all that she could actually do many of the things she had dreamed of doing to him over the years. But the question still remained – should she?
On the one hand, it would be exceedingly cruel to do any of the things she had thought about doing to him. It would also be completely unethical for her. Doing anything at all to Steve would be very wrong on so many different levels.
But on the other hand, it was like a stroke of fate from the gods. After suffering through the shame and humiliation of what she had lived through for so many years, it was as if the gods had picked Steve up and simply placed him in front of her…for the sole purpose of allowing her to get back at him for so many horrible wrongs of the past.
In the end though, the temptation was simply too strong. After all the years of abuse she had suffered through, and then the agony and resentment she had lived with all too long afterwards, she simply couldn’t pass up the opportunity.
But once the decision to go ahead had been made, she never once looked back. Since it seemed that fate was handing her the chance at revenge for all the humiliation she had suffered, she decided that Steve was going to get all the humiliation he deserved – a thousand times over. But she was also smart enough to know that whatever she did to him, she was also going to have to be very, very careful about how she went about it. Nobody, but nobody…especially not Steve…could ever know that she would be the real cause of all of his anguish.
Unable to think about anything else, she schemed and planned late into the night, even skipping dinner because her mind was too preoccupied with details to remember to eat. She closely examined all the different fantasies she had dreamed up over the years as ways to get back at Steve, discarding many, and keeping the ones that seemed the most promising – no matter how difficult they would be to implement. And in the late of the night, from all those different fantasies she had dreamed of over the years, she crafted a plan. A plan like no other. A plan that would give her the satisfaction of total revenge against this hated man. A plan that would use many of his own traits against him. A plan that would bring him total insanity…and then still keep giving – endlessly. And the best part of it would be that he would never know the real cause of it.
The next evening, when Steve showed up for his appointment, Susan started to implement the plan she had spent most of the night refining. Steve’s company had him in her city to train for the next three weeks, and every night for those three weeks, she worked late into the night on him, hypnotizing him, ripping his mind apart, rebuilding it the way she wanted, implementing the most diabolical scheme she could ever conceive. Susan was good at what she did, and she knew it. Steve never stood a chance.
Over those three weeks, Susan created a split personality within Steve. She created a second, completely new personality within Steve’s mind. One his conscious mind would never know about. Within the man that had always been too proud of his masculinity and the way he looked, she created a totally female personality, one that she named Karen, after his old girlfriend. Karen would live inside Steve’s body along with him, but Susan made Karen the dominant personality, and she made her far stronger than Steve so she could take over the body whenever she wanted to and he would have no way to fight her. She gave Karen the ability to assume control either with Steve awake and knowing what his body was doing despite his inability to control it, or Karen could put Steve to sleep, immediately turning him off, so he would never know what Karen was doing. That was all up to Karen’s dominant wishes. Most importantly, she implanted into Karen the absolute desire to humiliate Steve endlessly.
The only restrictions that Susan gave to Karen were that she couldn’t do anything that would physically harm Steve in any way, and if she could help it, she shouldn’t do anything that would cost Steve his job. But if it happened, then it happened. Other than that, everything was up to Karen’s imagination and the things that Karen would know from Steve’s mind that would humiliate Steve the most.
Finally, Susan implanted into Karen the command to continually contact her about every humiliation she put Steve through, so that she would always know that Steve was finally getting what he deserved.
She implanted into Steve’s mind the command that as soon as he left the city, he would totally forget that he had ever visited her. While Steve would never smoke again, he would only think that he had managed to quit smoking all on his own, and he would remember absolutely nothing about ever visiting Susan or being hypnotized.
While Susan would get no money for the time she spent with Steve, she hoped that her rewards would come instead from many emails and phone calls she would get from Karen, detailing just what she was putting Steve through.
After so many years, Susan was going to finally get the one thing she had always wanted the most. Absolute revenge!
Steve looked in his oversized bathroom mirror and smiled. There wasn’t a better looking guy in the whole city, and he knew it. He took the time to pose and admire himself while he was still naked from the shower. A thing of beauty from top to bottom – no doubt about it! He noticed an old pack of cigarettes on the counter and picked it up. The very notion of smoking made him feel nauseous. With great ceremony, he tossed the pack into the trash can from where he stood. “Swish! Two points!” It had been more than two weeks now since he had smoked his last cigarette. He had done it. He had kicked his smoking problem for good, and he had done it all with his own willpower. He was certainly glad he hadn’t wasted his money on that shrink while he was away.
He opened his closet door to select his clothes for the day and winced. Everything smelled like stale cigarettes. He decided then and there that he should really get some new ones. Besides, he had to stay up on the latest fashions anyway. He chose a shirt that he didn’t think smelled quite so bad and a pair of slacks to go with it.
The thought of shopping was growing more and more interesting to him. It was Saturday, why shouldn’t he spend it shopping. Besides, he had a date planned for later that night with the hot new girl, Monica, from the shipping department. Nothing like new clothes to impress a girl. Which reminded him, he’d better give his apartment a quick cleaning before he brought her back here. He smiled as looked at his bed. His sheets should still be good enough, but hopefully after tonight they wouldn’t be.
It was still fairly early when he walked into the mall. The stores were open, but there weren’t too many people around yet. “Pity,” he thought, “no babes to check out.” He walked in and out of a few trendy stores, mostly to see what they had, but he didn’t buy anything. Then he walked into one of the bigger department stores. He had always had good luck there finding really nice clothes that he liked, and he was pleased with what he found this time too. He picked up a few shirts and several pairs of slacks. He even found some new underwear and socks. He paid for it all and the clerk put everything into one big bag.
As he walked out of the department store, he was very surprised at how crowded the mall had become. Surprisingly crowded. He glanced at his watch and was amazed to see how much time had passed. Wow, he had been in there much longer than he thought.
As he walked past the food court, he decided to stop for an early lunch. It was one of his favorite things to do in the mall. Not for the food, but more because he could spend the time sitting and watching all the women that walked by. He bought his lunch and sat down and ate, noticing particularly a very nice young lady with a wonderfully short skirt as she walked past.
But a moment later, all he could see was a big muscular guy heading determinedly right at him. “What’cha lookin’ at, Fag?” the guy said angrily as he walked up to Steve’s table.
Steve shook his head. Where had this guy come from? He hadn’t noticed him before. “Uh…” he began, still trying to comprehend what was going on. “What are you talking about?”
“You’ve been staring at me for the last few minutes. And when you winked, it was more than even I could stand.”
Steve was even more confused. “Winked?”
“Get lost you freakin’ fag! Get out of here before I do something you really won’t like!”
Steve was totally unsure of what had happened, but retreating out of there seemed to be his best course of action. He picked up his two bags from the department store, wondering momentarily why he had thought there was only one bag before, and headed quickly for his car. He could feel the eyes of the other guy on his back all the way out.
Once home, he opened up the first bag and put all the clothes he had just bought away. But when he opened the second bag, he was surprised to find that it was empty. He had thought there had been something in it, and it looked like there had been something in it, but now it was simply empty. He mentally reviewed everything he remembered buying and he was sure he had just put it all away. Shrugging his shoulders, he threw the empty bags into the trash.
He realized that the clothes he had on still smelled a bit like stale cigarettes and that irritated him, so he changed into some new ones. Once again he was more than pleased with the image he saw reflected in the mirror. “Might as well wear this for Monica tonight,” he decided. “And it’s going to be a goooood evening for sure!”
With nothing better to do, he sat down on his couch and found a game on the TV. He watched it for a little while, but it seemed like only minutes before he found himself waking up from a nap he hadn’t planned on taking. The sun was already going down and his apartment was just starting to get dark. He must have been more tired than he had thought. He glanced at his watch and nearly panicked. “Oh my God! I’m gonna be late!” He rushed out the door and into his car with only one thing on his mind – Monica and the fun he was going to have with her.
When he picked Monica up, he let out a small growl and licked his lips. “You Babe, look good enough to eat!” And indeed she did. She was dressed a lot sexier than she ever was for work. Steve was half tempted to try to take her straight home instead of having dinner and drinks first. Fortunately, his better judgment won out.
Dinner was nice, and the drinks and bit of dancing afterwards was even better. Better yet, Monica herself seemed to be really into him. So when he suggested that they go back to his place, he wasn’t the least bit surprised when she agreed. He just couldn’t get her there fast enough.
The minute he got her into his apartment, he grabbed her and kissed her hard. He could feel her body pressing into him as he held her tightly and pressed his own body against hers. Man, she felt good! Still holding and kissing her, he led her into his bedroom. “Oh lady,” he said, “have I got something for you!” And with that he unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned his pants, unzipped his fly, and yanked his pants down to his knees.
Monica looked incredibly startled as she stared at his crotch. Steve put his hands on his hips and said. “Wait till you really see it.” He nearly ripped his shirt as he pulled it off and then flexed his biceps for her.
But Monica didn’t exactly look impressed. Instead she was covering her mouth with her hand and was trying her best not to laugh. Steve was confused. “What? You don’t like muscles?”
But Monica was openly laughing now and just pointed at him. “My God,” she finally got out between her laughter. “I never had a clue!”
Steve looked down at what she was pointing at and nearly fainted. He was wearing a pair of overly feminine pink panties with lace all around the edges, a garter belt, and stockings. “What?” he shouted in alarm as he felt his new clothes to see if they were real. “When did this happen?” He was so confused. He pulled his pants off all the way and Monica began laughing even harder. He looked down and saw that his toenails were painted a very bright red.
Unable to figure out what to do, he ran for his bathroom, Monica’s laughter following him all the way. What had happened? He didn’t have a clue. He undressed as fast as he could, but there was nothing he could do about the nail polish. Finally pulling his pants back on, he went back out to face Monica. But Monica was already at his apartment door. “Monica, I can explain,” he started, searching desperately for anything that could explain what had happened.
But Monica was still laughing. “Don’t bother,” she said as she opened the door. “Obviously, you’re really not the man I thought you were.” Then she went into another fit of laughter. “God,” she finally said, “wait till I tell the girls.” Then she closed the door in his face and was gone.
All Steve could do was to stare at the closed door, then down at his legs where he could still see his red toenails beneath the pants he had just put on. What had happened? How had he gotten in those clothes? Where had they come from? He didn’t have a clue. He paced his apartment for hours trying to figure it all out. He tried several liquids he found to remove the nail polish from his toes, but nothing worked. He would just have to find something tomorrow. Still totally bewildered, he finally went to bed, very much afraid he wouldn’t sleep a wink.
--- §§§§§§§§§§ ---
Late that night, Steve slept soundly, but his body was up and logging into his computer. Karen kept Steve asleep while she signed into the internet email account that Susan had set up just for her, and typed in Susan’s “special” address.
Dear Susan,
I was out today for the first time and I’m still laughing so hard I can hardly type. Poor Steve is so lost and bewildered that he doesn’t know what to do.
We went shopping today, and well, after he bought a few things, I decide to do some shopping too. So I put Steve totally to sleep while I browsed all through the ladies department. I’m afraid Steve was getting a few rather odd looks while we were there, especially when I was buying some new undies for us. It’s just a shame he was sleeping and never knew it. Maybe next time I’ll let him enjoy those looks.
I’m afraid that Steve has a bad habit of watching the women while he eats. And I’m afraid that I wasn’t the least bit interested in watching other women, so I put him to sleep again while I kept a very close eye on the men instead. That is until one of them decided he didn’t like us watching him so much. I had to wake Steve up to deal with that.
Later in the day, I got bored while Steve sat down to watch sports on TV, so I put him to sleep again and then had lots of fun doing our toenails in a nice pretty red color. I also dressed us in our new panties, garter belt, and stockings. Thank you so much for making me a girl. You don’t know how nice it finally felt to wear some proper girly clothing! Although later on, I don’t think that Steve appreciated it very much.
Steve had a date tonight and I kept him asleep this afternoon until it was time to leave. He never even knew about his change of underwear until he brought his girl back here and started undressing. Susan, you wouldn’t believe how she laughed at him and how humiliated he felt. And he still has no idea what happened.
Oh Susan, this is so much fun! I can’t wait till my next opportunity to “play” a bit more with Steve.
Till next time,
Karen
--- §§§§§§§§§§ ---
Susan closed her laptop and set it carefully on the night table beside her. It had started. The payback for all the humiliation she had been put through in high school had finally begun, and her body tingled from every word that Karen had written. She could only imagine how confused Steve was at the moment. And she had a feeling that it was only going to get worse.
Her body still tingling with excitement, she turned off her light and dreamed of sweet revenge!
Steve woke up feeling well rested and refreshed, much more so than he ever would have guessed – given his state of mind when he had gone to sleep. He walked into the bathroom and sat down to pee, although why he sat down to pee was a bit of a mystery to him. He didn’t feel like he had to do anything else. Unfortunately, it also put him in a position where he could see his red painted toenails all too well. “Gotta do something about that first thing,” he reminded himself.
After that, he opened his medicine cabinet to pull out his shaving cream and razor…and he stopped and stared. There, on the second shelf, in plain view where he could see it, was the bottle of red nail polish someone had used on his toenails yesterday. Someone was playing a trick on him and was trying to rub it in. His anger slowly began to grow, along with a realization that he should have thought of before – someone had been in his apartment, and he didn’t know who it was. And that someone might still be there.
He reached up and took the bottle of nail polish out of the cabinet, then he grabbed the pile of feminine things that he had left dumped on his bathroom floor last night, and he threw them all angrily into the trash can.
But the thought that someone else had been in his apartment still bothered him. He had to make sure that person wasn’t still there. Very carefully, he eased around every nook and cranny and looked into every closet he had, carefully checking for any sign of an intruder. He even dropped down quickly and checked under his bed. All clear…thankfully. He double checked the lock on his door. All secure. Feeling better, he finally went back into the bathroom to shave and shower. He didn’t know how someone had done what they had to him yesterday, but he knew he would eventually catch him, and he would make whoever it was – pay! Dearly!
As soon as he was dressed, he was out the door and made his way to the closest pharmacy where he bought a small bottle of nail polish remover. He felt very embarrassed having to buy it, but fortunately, nobody in the store said anything to him and he hurried home with it. He spent the next little while working hard to completely remove the nail polish from his toes. Then he took the bottle of remover that he no longer needed and started to throw it into the trash can on top of the other things he had put in there earlier. But the trash can was empty. There was no sign of the dreaded clothing he had thrown away just a short while before. He threw the nail polish remover into the trash and did another check of his apartment. Everything looked normal. He could see no sign that anyone had been in there while he had been gone.
Later in the afternoon, he was finishing up his weekly laundry when he opened his dresser to put his freshly washed underwear away, and there, on top of everything else, was the dreaded pair of panties, the stockings, and the garter belt. All were neatly folded and carefully put away. How had they magically appeared in his dresser? He grabbed them and threw them once again into the trash. He spent the rest of the day installing a very substantial bolt lock on his apartment door. Nobody was going to get past that without him knowing it!
--- §§§§§§§§§§ ---
The next morning he had to go back to work, and he dreaded it. Monica had said she was going to tell all her friends. He had no way that he knew of to stop her. After his shower, he opened his dresser to pull out some underwear, and he stopped dead. There, right on top of everything, was the pair of frilly panties, the stockings, and the garter belt. How could they have gotten there? Anger took hold of him as once again he pulled them out and threw them away. Then he went into his closet and pulled out his softball bat and carried it with him as he again checked every spot in his apartment. He was ready to kill anybody if he found them. But everything was still clear and his door was still locked. He was more puzzled than ever.
Later, after he got to work, he was worried that the word of what he had been wearing on his date with Monica had gotten out. He continually watched the faces of everyone to see if they were looking at him differently. He was relieved to see no sign that anyone knew…yet. But it was early in the day still. Most likely nobody would know…yet. He relaxed for a bit, but was more worried about how things would be later in the day, after Monica had a chance to tell everybody.
At break time he almost didn’t go to get himself a cup of coffee for fear that someone would mention it, but fortunately nobody did. At lunch it was the same. He dreaded finding out that someone might know. But lunch went fine as well.
By midafternoon the worry and the dread was beginning to get to him and he finally phoned down to the shipping department and asked for Monica. He spoke quietly into the phone so that nobody around him could hear. “Uh…hi Monica.”
“Steve? Oh, I’m soooo glad you called.”
She was glad he called? Was that good? “Uh, Monica, did you tell anybody…you know, about what happened the other night?”
“Oh Stevie, Stevie, Stevie.”
Her tone of voice didn’t exactly sound very good to him, and it sounded even worse when her voice dropped in volume as she spoke again. “Listen Stevie, I haven’t told a single soul yet, even though I want to, and I was planning to. But I keep thinking that you wanted to explain what happened Saturday night, and I didn’t really give you a chance. Well, if you come down here right now and explain it to me – in person, and do it the way I want you to, then maybe I won’t tell anyone. Got that? But if you don’t do exactly what I say, then trust me, I’ll make sure everybody knows. Understand?”
Steve was surprised. What did she mean? But she was offering him the chance to save his reputation. “Sure, you bet!” he answered quickly. “I’ll be right down.” He quickly hung up the phone and headed straight down to the shipping department, desperately trying to come up with a good explanation he could tell her. Nothing he could think of sounded even remotely plausible.
When he got there, she was waiting for him. “Hi Stevie,” she said. “Come on back where we can talk.”
Did she seem calm and relaxed? Maybe this was going to be okay. He followed her into the back room and then behind a stack of boxes.
“Okay,” she said, suddenly sounding all too firm. “Pull your pants down!”
“What?”
“You heard me, I said pull you pants down. I want to see what you’re wearing underneath today.”
“Oh,”
he replied. “Her request made a little more
sense. “No problem.” He glanced
around to make sure nobody could see, and he quickly lowered his
pants to his knees. But Monica looked
disappointed.
“Ugh!” she
grunted. “No panties.”
“Of course not! I never wear them! I still don’t know how I was wearing them the other night.”
“Sure,” Monica replied, obviously not believing him.
Steve started to pull up his pants again.
“Don’t!” Monica admonished. He stopped quickly, very surprised. “You want a chance to explain it properly? Then you come back here tomorrow and we’ll do it again, but next time, you better be wearing exactly what you were wearing Saturday night when you explain it!”
“What?” What she was asking was incomprehensible. It made no sense.
“I figure that if you stand there like you are now, but in those panties and stockings you were wearing, then I might believe what you say. There’ll be a lot less chance of you telling me something that doesn’t sound right. But if you don’t, then trust me, I’m going to tell everybody I know. Got that?”
Steve was shocked. She wanted to see him actually wearing them while he explained it? It didn’t make sense. But what was he going to do?
“Now get out of here, I have work to do,” Monica said as she turned her back and walked away.
Steve went back up to his cubicle in a fog. He didn’t understand. Why would she want him to wear those stupid panties again? And to work no less! He wasn’t sure he could do it…but what would happen if he didn’t?
--- §§§§§§§§§§ ---
After work, all Steve knew was that he needed something to take his mind off it all. So he went to the gym for a good workout. He figured there was nothing like working up a good sweat in the weight room to make someone feel like a man again. He breathed in deeply and smiled at the very thought of it.
After changing into his workout clothes in the locker room, he headed for the weight room. At least he planned on going there, but instead he found himself walking into the room where the women were about to start their aerobics class. And he couldn’t seem to turn around and leave, no matter how much he wanted to.
“Are you joining us here today?” the shapely instructor asked.
Steve was going to say no, but instead he found himself lining up in the very first row getting ready to exercise with the women. What was going on?
“Suit yourself, Sweetie,” the instructor laughed. Then she started the class, and to Steve’s horror, he found himself trying to follow her every movement along with the other women. No matter how much he didn’t want to do it, he was still doing it. He couldn’t stop! And he was really working up a sweat. Worse, the longer he kept at it, the more feminine he thought the way he was moving was. He even noticed the instructor and some of the other women watching him closer. But he couldn’t control it in any way. What was going on?
He was not only completely panicked over his situation, he was completely exhausted by the time the class ended. “Looks like you need this class, Sweetie,” the instructor said to him. Did she have to keep calling him Sweetie? “You know, there’s a men’s class later on if that would make you feel more comfortable.”
Steve wanted to say that he didn’t even want to be in the class he had just attended, but once again his body seemed to have other ideas. “Oh no,” he found himself saying – in an all too sickeningly sweet voice, “I really like this one. I’ll be back!”
The instructor smiled knowingly. “Like I said, suit yourself.”
Steve had wanted to go to the gym to feel more like a man again. Instead, he had acted more like a simpering wimp. Worse, everyone had seen him do it. Could he ever go back again?
He hurried home in a totally panicked state. What was going on? He didn’t have a clue. And then there was Monica – that thought stopped him dead. He walked over to the trash can where he had thrown the panties away several times already. Once again, they weren’t in the trash can where they should have been. Almost afraid to look, he opened his dresser drawer. He wasn’t the least bit surprised to see them neatly folded there once again.
How could he wear them to work? He remembered what Monica had said about telling everybody. Because of that, how could he not wear them? Everyone would know! He’d be the laughing stock of the entire company! He closed his dresser drawer again, this time leaving the panties right where they were, and went to bed.
--- §§§§§§§§§§ ---
Dear Susan,
Something strange is happening and I don’t know what to do about it. Remember that girl, Monica, that Steve had the date with a few nights ago? She just ordered Steve to be wearing the same panties and stockings we were wearing the night she saw them, tomorrow to work – and she wants to see them while he tells her why he was wearing them. It’s so odd. I’m not sure what to do about it. Any suggestions?
In other news, Steve decided he needed a good workout at the gym tonight, although he didn’t exactly get the workout he expected. He wanted to go into the weight room, but I saw a women’s aerobics class starting instead. I certainly felt a lot more comfortable in there, but since I kept Steve awake through it all, he certainly didn’t feel comfortable at all. I guess he now knows that somehow his body can do things he doesn’t want it to, but he doesn’t have a clue as to why. I guess I should go easy on that ability for a while, but I wasn’t the least bit interested in muscle building with the weights tonight. I’m a girl for heaven’s sake!
Let me know if you have any suggestions for what to do about Monica.
Karen
--- §§§§§§§§§§ ---
Susan stared at her computer screen and tried to digest what was going on. This girl Monica was certainly confusing the issue. She finally shook her head and typed a short reply to Karen.
Dear Karen,
For now, just let Steve handle everything to do with Monica. Just sit back quietly for a while and watch.
Chapter 4 – Part 1 of 2
Steve woke up earlier than usual. The problems he had been through the day before were still weighing heavily on his mind. He was only surprised he had been able to sleep at all. When he opened his medicine cabinet, he wasn’t the least bit surprised to see the bottle of red nail polish once again on the shelf – right next to the bottle of remover he had bought and thrown away. He still hadn’t figured out how any of it was happening. He was seriously beginning to believe in magic, or voodoo, because that’s more like what it seemed had happened to his body last night at the gym. Someone else was controlling him like a voodoo doll. He made a mental note to look into that further.
After he shaved though, it was time to make his big decision. Should he wear the panties and stockings like Monica had demanded, or should he just blow her off and call her bluff? Would she really tell everybody? The more he thought about it, the more certain he was that she would tell. His reputation in the company would be ruined…not to mention that he’d probably never be able to date any of the women there again. “Shit!” he exclaimed out loud as he resigned himself to having to do it.
He finally reached into his drawer and pulled out the overly frilly panties. They felt light and smooth against his skin as he put them on. The stockings were next. He sat on the bed and struggled awkwardly to draw them up his legs. They felt incredibly smooth and soft…and embarrassing. It took him several tries to figure out how to attach them to the garter belt properly. He silently thanked the women he had dated in the past who had worn the sexy things for him. Without them, he never would have figured it out.
His new underwear felt odd to him. He quickly covered up the stockings with a pair of heavy socks to make sure nobody would see them. How could he have gone out before and not even known he wasn’t wearing socks? Black magic – of course.
Finally dressed in his own clothes on top, he surveyed himself in the mirror. He didn’t feel much like smiling or admiring himself this time. He dreaded too much the day ahead of him. At least nobody could see what he was wearing underneath. He turned toward the door and left for work.
Despite how busy he was in the office, he couldn’t stop dwelling on the overly feminine underwear he was wearing, and even more so on the strange things that had been happening to him. Should he call Monica? Or should he wait until she called him? He finally decided that he was going to put it off as long as he could.
But
Monica called him late in the morning. “Oh
Steeevie…” she said into the phone in a taunting
sing-song voice. “You haven’t called. Are
you avoiding me?”
Steve swallowed hard. “Uh…not
really, I’ve just been busy here.”
“Listen Stevie, I’m sure you’re not too busy to come down and see me for a few minutes. “Are you?”
“Now?” Steve asked, hoping it could wait.
“Now!” Monica replied sternly.
“Ummm…let me see if I can get away.”
“Now!” Monica repeated. “Or would you like me to arrange to have some of the other girls with me when you come down later?”
“No, no!” Steve replied quickly. “I’m on my way.”
He hung up the phone and made his way down toward the shipping room, thinking all the way down about what a bitch Monica was! It was all so stupid!
When he got to the shipping department, Monica was waiting for him. “Hi Stevie,” she said in the same sing-song voice she had used on the phone. “Come on back with me.” Once again she led him back to a place where they could be private. She stood in front of him and said, “I think you have something to show me?”
Steve felt so uncomfortable standing in front of her. What he was about to do was so embarrassing! He looked around again to make sure they couldn’t be seen. “Fine!” he said. “Let’s get this over with.” He undid his belt and pants and pulled them down, exposing his panties, garter belt and stockings. He saw Monica smile. He felt so humiliated, and it was obvious that the bitch was really enjoying this. Did she have to just stand there, waiting, looking at him like that? He wanted badly to pull his pants up again. He had no doubt his face was more than a bit red.
He was about to start trying to explain why he had been wearing them the other night, although he still didn’t know exactly what he was going to say, when she suddenly spoke. “Take your shoes off,” she demanded before he got two words out.
“What?”
“Take your shoes off.”
“My shoes? Why?”
“Because I want to see your nail polish.”
“What? But I didn’t….”
“Stevie, don’t tell me you’re not wearing any.”
“You didn’t say anything about that yesterday!” Steve countered.
“I told you to be wearing exactly what you wore Saturday night. Didn’t I?”
“Well, yeah. But I didn’t think that included…”
“I saw you wearing red nail polish on your toes Saturday night. But you’re not wearing it today. Stevie, you didn’t follow my instructions.”
“But….”
But Monica was already turning toward the door behind her, and before Steve could say another word, she called, “Diane…. Do you have a minute, please?”
“No, no,” Steve pleaded. “Please don’t.” He was panicked and didn’t know what to do. “I promise I’ll wear it tomorrow.”
Monica glanced from the doorway back to him, trying to decide what to do. She didn’t see Diane yet, but the compromise was an easy one to decide on. “You lose Stevie,” she said with a mischievous smile. “You didn’t do what I told you to.”
“But…please…” Steve pleaded as he pulled his pants back up before Diane could see him.
“Tell you what,” Monica told him, “you show Diane what you’re wearing right now, and then do it again properly tomorrow, or I’ll have every girl in this company all over you before the day is over. What do you think?”
Steve’s eyes nearly bulged out of his head. “Monica…I can’t. That’s crazy!”
Monica turned back to the door as Diane approached. “What’s up?” Steve heard Diane ask.
Panic set in again. “Okay, I’ll do it,” he blurted out quickly.
Monica turned quickly back to him for a moment and smiled wickedly. Then she walked out to intercept Diane for a moment. “Shit!” Steve said to himself as he heard the two women whispering right outside the door. Unfortunately, he also heard Diane giggling. “Shit!” he said again. He glanced around for another way out, but there was none. He was stuck and he knew it.
Monica and Diane walked back in together. Monica looked very confident, but Diane was obviously trying to control her giggling. All Steve could really see though, was two bitches standing in front of him as he stood there very red-faced.
“Well?” Monica finally said as the two women stared at him, waiting.
“Shit!” Steve said again as he forced himself to lower his pants to show off his frilly underwear.
Diane nearly went into a hysterical fit while she did her best to control her laughing. Steve’s face went even redder than it did before. Finally he asked. “Please, can I go now?”
“Yeah, you can go,” Monica replied while Diane was still laughing. But remember…tomorrow!”
“Yeah,” Steve replied angrily as he quickly pulled his pants up again.
“Oh and Stevie,” Monica continued. “No socks at work tomorrow.”
“What?” Steve was caught totally off guard. This bitch was crazy for sure. “But I can’t! Not at work!”
“You weren’t wearing any Saturday. If you could do it then, then I don’t see why you can’t do it tomorrow.”
Diane behind her was laughing louder than before and Steve’s face was growing even redder. “But I can’t!”
Instead of answering, Monica began pulling Diane out of the room with her. But she turned back toward Steve before she was totally out of sight. She mouthed the word, “Socks,” and just shook her finger as if to say, “No, no, no.”
With one last parting smile, the two women were gone. Gone but still heard as they both walked away laughing loudly. “The bitches!” Steve cursed again as he fastened the belt on his pants. “The damn bitches!”
--- §§§§§§§§§§ ---
The following morning, Steve was cursing over and over again as he got ready for work. Worse, he was going to be very late. How was he to know how difficult it was to put nail polish on his toenails? Plus, how was he to know how long it took to dry? As far as he could see, it looked the same when it was wet as it did when it finally dried. He was starting to develop a nasty hatred for all women – two women in particular – and one of them especially.
And Monica had “demanded” that he not wear socks today, but enough was enough! He wasn’t about to let anybody else find out what he was wearing under his clothes. He quickly slipped on a pair of the longest socks he could find before he put his shoes on. He knew he could just remove them before he saw Monica and then put them back on again later. Her demands were getting just a bit too much!
Once again feeling hugely embarrassed, he hurried to work, praying nobody would mention how late he was.
But his boss did notice. “Steve, what happened? I was starting to get worried. You’ve never been late before.”
“Sorry, Mr. Carter,” Steve replied. He really hated being late for anything. “I just had a few little problems this morning.”
His boss looked at him oddly. “Are you feeling alright? Yesterday you seemed a bit off, and today you look the same. Are you coming down with anything?”
Steve shook his head. “I guess I really haven’t been myself for the last few days,” he agreed. “But I’m okay. I’ll get over it.” Could his boss somehow know about what had happened, or what he was wearing at that moment?
“Do you need to take a day or two off to get over whatever it is?” Mr. Carter asked.
“I don’t think so,” Steve started, then he stopped and looked straight at his boss. “You know, maybe that would be a good idea.” Then he thought of something else, “But this project deadline we have…. I don’t know. It’s awfully important.” He sighed.
Mr. Carter nodded. “Let me know what you decide. If you’re not feeling well, then we’ll try to arrange for you to take a few days if you need it. We don’t want whatever it is to spread around the company.”
No chance of that, Steve thought as he made his way to his desk. But the idea of taking a few days off to sort things out did sound really good. But doing it just then was out of the picture. He had high hopes of getting a promotion, or at least a raise for what he was doing on the company’s latest effort.
Since he was late, there were some jobs piled up on his desk that couldn’t wait. He got busy with them right away. One of them though, meant that he had to deliver some paperwork to another department in a distant part of the building. “Oh well,” he mused with a slight smile on his face, “if Monica calls, I legitimately can’t be here to take it. Delightedly, he started walking, the long way, to his destination so it would take more time. But the long way meant taking the stairs instead of the elevator, and in one of the stairwells, he ran straight into Monica.
“Hi Stevie,” she said to him in that taunting voice that he had come to hate so much.
“Hi Monica,” Steve replied nervously. “Uh…look, I’m really busy right now and I don’t have time for…you know.”
Monica laughed. “I’m busy too,” she replied, nodding towards her armload of small packages. Then that mischievous smile flashed across her face. “But we do have time for one quick thing. Pull you pants leg up for me.”
“What?”
“Pull your pants leg up,” she repeated. “Let me see.”
“But…” Steve started to argue.
But Monica was in a hurry and she reached down and grabbed one of his pants legs before he could stop her. “Stevie!” she exclaimed. “You’re wearing socks!” Her taunting tone suddenly turned more serious, “I told you, no socks today!”
“But…I can’t!” he pleaded.
“You did it Saturday night!” she replied angrily. “If you could do it then, then you can do it now. So take them off. Now!”
“But…”
“Now, Stevie!”
“But I can’t! I don’t want…”
“You get them off right now and give them to me, or it will be more than just Diane and me that you see later. I’ll just bet that Carla might want to see what you’re wearing too. What do you think? Any other women in this company that you’ve dated in the past that you’d like me to invite?”
Steve didn’t have a choice. He sat down on the steps to remove his shoes and socks.
“Come on, quickly. I haven’t got all day!”
Reluctantly, Steve slipped off his socks and handed them to Monica. “See you later,” she said as she took them. “I gotta hurry.” And then she was gone.
Steve put his shoes back on and tugged at his pants to make sure the legs covered as much as possible, then he finished walking down the stairs. With each step, he worried about someone seeing his exposed ankles. He made it a point to use the elevator for the rest of the day.
When he finally got back to his desk, without anybody saying anything to him about the stockings he was wearing on his exposed ankles, he sighed a huge sigh of relief, but he noticed immediately how much his pants legs rode up as he sat down. Quickly, he moved his chair a bit closer to his desk and shoved his legs as far under it as possible so nobody could see. For the rest of the morning, thinking about what he was working on was a lot more difficult than usual
--- §§§§§§§§§§ ---
Late in the morning, his phone rang again. “Oh Stevie….”
“Shit!” he thought to himself.
Once again, Monica was waiting for him when he got down to the shipping department. Only this time, Diane was with her too. Diane looked like she was ready to giggle again at any moment, but at least she was remaining quiet…for now. Once again, he was led to a back area where they could be private, and Monica and now Diane as well stood in front of him and waited.
Steve searched his brain for any possible way out of it but quickly realized he had no choice. With his face growing red before he even started, he undid his belt and lowered his pants to his knees. “Oh God!” he mentally screamed. “This is soooo humiliating! Can’t it please stop?”
“Your shoes,” Monica said to him as he stood there.
She didn’t have to say anything else. Steve quickly slipped his shoes off so they could see the red nail polish on his toes. He felt like such a child standing there in front of the two women, with is pants around his knees, completely exposing the frilly pink panties he was wearing again along with the garter belt and stockings. He felt like a child…and a complete sissy.
He was about to start into an explanation for the women, although he still wasn’t quite sure what he was going to say, but Monica interrupted. “Stop holding your hands in front of you!” she ordered. “We want to see your pretty panties.”
Steve blushed even more as he moved his hands to his sides. He had unconsciously been holding his hands in front of himself to cover up what he could. Could things get any worse? He certainly didn’t think so. But then Diane’s giggling started leaking out again and he realized that things were definitely still getting worse.
“Well?” Monica finally said. “We’re waiting. Tell us Stevie, why were you wearing those things for our date Saturday night?”
The time had finally come, and Steve still didn’t have a clue as to how it had happened. He felt like such a fool standing there. He had no doubt he looked like a fool too. His answer came out a bit stammered. “The truth is…I just…I…I don’t know how I got into those clothes.” Then he finally blurted out. “They’re not mine! I didn’t do it! I don’t understand it!” Both Monica and Diane were staring at him unbelievingly. “It’s the truth,” he added.
Diane looked over at Monica, “You know, you’re absolutely right. Having him tell us while dressed like that makes it very easy to see when something doesn’t sound right.”
“I told you, didn’t I,” Monica replied. Then she turned to Steve. “Stevie, look at you. Obviously you were wearing them…just like you are right now. We know you had to have bought them yourself, and the only reason for it is that you wanted to wear them.” She turned to Diane, “Am I right?”
“That’s about the way I see it,” she agreed.
“But…” Steve stammered.
“Stop it!” Monica admonished. Then she got angry again. “And keep those hands away from in front of you. I don’t know what we’re going to do with you. I should broadcast this to everybody in the entire company. And now that Diane knows too, she can back me up. There isn’t anybody who won’t believe us.”
“Please, no…” Steve pleaded. He felt his life going straight down the drain.
“Your hands!” Monica’s voice whipped angrily again. “Stop covering yourself!”
“Wait a minute,” Diane interrupted. Then she ran out of the room. A minute later she was back with a roll of tape. She walked around behind Steve and roughly pulled his hands behind his back and quickly taped them together. “There,” she said, sounding very satisfied with herself. “That should hold them out of the way for a few minutes.” But then she got another idea and stooped down and pulled on Steve’s pants so that he had to step completely out of them, leaving him even more exposed.
The look of approval was evident on Monica’s face. “Good idea, Diane. Now we just have to decide what to do about our little sissy here. What’s the fastest way to broadcast this around?”
But Diane had a different question. “I’m just surprised that he wore the same panties he did yesterday. And I’ll bet he didn’t even wash them.”
“Oh, that’s my fault,” Monica explained. “I told him he had to wear exactly what he was wearing for our date Saturday night.”
“Oh,” Diane replied, looking a bit disappointed. Then she giggled again. “I was kind of hoping to see what other panties he had in his collection.”
It was as if a light bulb went on over Monica’s head. She turned toward Steve. “Now that’s a really good question.”
“But I don’t have any other panties,” Steve said quickly. “These aren’t even mine.”
“Stevie, I think we’ve already established that they must be, don’t you think?” Then she turned toward Diane, “What do you think Diane, should we see what else Sissy Stevie has in his collection?”
“Definitely!” Diane answered quickly. Then she giggled again. “I can’t wait.”
“Okay, Stevie. Tomorrow we want to see some different panties. In fact, on Friday too we’d like to see another pair on you.” She smiled wickedly at him. “I’m sure someone like you must have lots of very pretty panties to show us.”
Diane was giggling non-stop again.
Steve couldn’t believe his ears. “But I don’t have any!” he protested.
“We really don’t believe you,” Monica replied. “But in the event that’s true, then I guess you’ll just have to get some.”
Steve stared back in disbelief. “But I can’t…”
“Stevie, you’ve done it before, now haven’t you. Oh, and Stevie, wear something really frilly again for us, okay? We don’t want to see anything boring.”
Steve shook his head while Diane giggled uncontrollably. He couldn’t believe it. Finally he asked. “Can I go now?”
“Yeah,” Monica replied. “Till tomorrow.”
Steve turned a bit and held out his hands that were taped behind him, waiting for someone to release him so he could get dressed again. Diane stepped forward, still giggling, to release him, then she stopped and started giggling even louder. Instead of releasing his hands, she grabbed his pants and held them out for him to step into – backwards.
“But they’re backwards,” Steve protested.
“I know,” Diane giggled, still holding the pants. “Would you rather I took them to somewhere else in the building and you can go try to find them dressed the way you are?” She giggled again.
Reluctantly, Steve put one leg in then the other and let Diane pull his pants up on him backwards. He felt her struggling to fasten the pants and his belt behind him. Then she held out his shoes for him – next to the wrong feet. With an angry sigh, he slipped them awkwardly on.
The next thing he knew, both girls were pushing him toward the door. They stopped just before they got out of the shipping department. “Hold still,” Diane told him. Steve felt something cutting the tape holding his hands, and then he was roughly shoved through the doorway and out into the hallway beyond. He could hear lots of laughter coming from the closed door behind him. But as angry and humiliated as Steve felt, he only had one main thought on his mind – where was the nearest men’s room so he could fix his pants!
--- §§§§§§§§§§ ---
All afternoon, Steve kept himself hidden in his cubicle as much as possible so there’d be less chance of anyone seeing his stocking covered ankles. Fortunately, he didn’t think anyone had seen his backwards pants…he didn’t think anyway. He didn’t even go for lunch so that no one would notice. But his boss, Mr. Carter noticed the change in his behavior. “Steve,” he said as he ducked his head into Steve’s cubicle.
Steve turned his head, but kept his legs far under his desk. “Yes sir,” he replied.
“Are you sure you’re feeling alright? You seem awfully quiet today. Do you need to take a few days off?”
Steve didn’t have to think much to answer that one. He had been thinking about it a lot for the last few hours. “Yeah,” he replied, “I do want to take a few days. But the way I’m feeling…I think it’s making me get a bit behind on this project. And if I don’t finish this part of it soon, then it could cost us a bunch.”
“Is that why I noticed you didn’t even take your lunch today?”
“Uh…yeah,” Steve replied, although that wasn’t the real reason at all.
“Keep at it then,” Mr. Carter replied. “I appreciate your dedication.”
As quickly has he had shown up, Mr. Carter was gone again. He hadn’t intended it, but suddenly Steve realized he was looking better in his boss’s eyes. He was more hopeful for a promotion than ever. But first chance he could get, maybe next week after this part of the project was done, he was going to take some time off.
After work, Steve realized he had to do some shopping. Shopping for things he’d much rather not be buying. But he went home first to quickly change out of the dreaded stupid underwear he had been forced to wear for several days now. Once again feeling confident and more like himself, he set out for the mall.
Inside the mall, he wandered around a bit, more looking at the women there than anything else. “Where do women buy underwear?” he wondered. A few minutes later, the obvious choice was right in front of him. But he wasn’t smiling about it. Victoria’s Secret was a place for women, not men. He was embarrassed to be seen just walking into the store. But he didn’t feel like he had much of a choice, so in he went.
“May I help you?” the saleswoman asked.
He had barely gotten thought the door and looked around. Since she had gotten to him so quickly, he figured that they must not get many men in there. It made him feel even more nervous. “Um…I’m looking for some panties,” he stammered. He felt himself blushing as he said it.
“Of course,” the shapely blonde saleswoman replied as she immediately began leading him toward the back of the store. “We have lots of those.” She walked him over to a table at the rear of the store that was piled with panties in all sizes, styles, shapes, and colors. “What size does she wear?”
Steve immediately realized that the woman thought he was buying them for someone else, and relief washed all through him. But then her question sank in further. “Size?” he asked. “I don’t have any idea.”
But the saleswoman was still trying to be helpful. “Well, for the future, it would really help if you noticed such things. It makes it so much easier.”
“Uh…yeah, I can see that,” he replied.
“Well, is she about my size?” she asked.
“Um…” Steve looked at the saleswoman and tried to figure out what to say. She was certainly well built. He made a mental note to hang around that store more often. But he had to be practical at the moment. “I think she’s a bit smaller, and narrower in the hips…I think.”
“Uh huh,” the woman replied as if she knew exactly. Steve silently hoped that she didn’t really know exactly. Then she led him further down the long table toward the stacks at the end. “How about any of these?” she asked.
Steve began looking through the huge pile of panties. Which ones should he pick?
“Are they for anything special?” the woman asked.
“Umm…kind of.” Steve replied.
“Ah,” she replied. “Then how about these?” She pulled a frilly pair of silky purple ones out of the pile and spread them out. “Or these,” she said, reaching for a yellow pair and laying them next to the purple ones.”
Steve looked at them both. Should he really buy two pair in the same store? The salesgirl was only expecting him to buy one. What would she think? “Um…maybe I should take both,” he finally said.
“Excellent! I’m sure she’ll love them.”
Steve inwardly breathed a sigh of relief. Now all he had to do was to pay for them and get out of there.
“Will there be anything else?”
Steve wanted to say no. He tried to say no. But instead, there was this terrible nagging feeling in the back of his mind that he really needed to buy something more. The word, “Stockings!” finally blurted out of his mouth. Why, he didn’t know. He certainly didn’t want another pair. And Monica hadn’t mentioned anything at all about him wearing stockings again…just the panties. “The kind that goes with a garter belt,” he suddenly found himself adding.
“Oh, very good,” the saleswoman practically purred. Then she led him over to another case and opened one of the drawers exposing lots of different kinds. “Does she have a garter belt?” she asked.
“Yeah, she does,” Steve was able to answer easily. At least he didn’t have to buy that too. But why did he feel he had to buy another pair of stockings?
As she flipped through the various kinds in the drawer for Steve to see, his eyes lighted on one particular box that held fishnets. Unfortunately, his hand seemed to be reaching out for that box too. Why? He really didn’t want them.
But the salesgirl seemed to be fairly impressed. “Oh my, you’re planning some fun this weekend, aren’t you?”
“Uh, yeah. Really,” Steve answered nervously.
He was very glad to get out of there and finally go home.
--- §§§§§§§§§§ ---
The next day, he wore the purple panties and fishnet stockings. He wanted desperately not to wear the stockings, but he somehow couldn’t stop himself from putting them on. At least this time he managed to wear socks over them to hide his ankles.
Once he got to work, he wanted to get things over with as soon as possible. So fairly early, he phoned down to the shipping department. “Hi Monica.”
“Stevie. You called!”
“Yeah. Uh…can we get this over with now? I kind of have a lot of work coming at me today.”
Monica thought for a minute. “Sure. I don’t mind. I hope you have something pretty to show us. Can’t wait, huh?”
“Uh…something like that.”
A little while later, he was once again standing in front of Monica and Diane. Still feeling embarrassed about it, he quickly lowered his pants to his knees.
“Fishnets!” Diane screamed so loudly that Steve worried everyone in the building had heard it. Monica was staring equally surprised.
Steve’s face was suddenly turning redder than before. “Uh, do you need me to take my shoes off to see the nail polish? It’s still there from yesterday.”
Monica finally found her voice. “No, not this time.” She couldn’t seem to stop staring at what he was wearing. She finally turned to Diane, “I think he may be even more of a sissy than we thought.”
It wasn’t exactly the kind of thing Steve wanted to hear. “I’m not…” he started to argue.
Diane interrupted him, “What do you mean, you’re not? Stevie, it’s very obvious!”
Steve quickly realized that he wasn’t going to win that argument, not under the circumstances. He just wanted to get out of there. “Can I go now? I’ve got a lot of work to do.”
Monica stared at him for a few more seconds. “Yeah,” she finally said. “See you tomorrow.” As she and Diane headed out the door, Steve heard her saying, “I never would have thought.”
--- §§§§§§§§§§ ---
Just before he was about to get up and leave for lunch, his boss, Mr. Carter walked into his cubicle. “Steve, I hate to spring this on you now, but I really need your help.”
“Sure, what’s up?”
“I need you to look over this report right away and write up your suggestions. I need it quick, so if you have to take a late lunch, do it.”
Steve was a bit surprised, but the request was not all that unusual. “Sure,” he replied as he took the report that Carter handed him. “I’ll put it on your desk as soon as I can.”
“Thanks Steve. I appreciate it,” his boss said as he walked out. Steve noted that he was heading for the elevator – probably for his own lunch.
Steve got down to the task ahead of him right away, but his normal lunch hour was nearly over by the time he finished and headed to the elevator to take him down to the parking lot. He got into his car and started the engine, but before he pulled out of his parking space, he waited until another car drove past him and pulled into an empty space not far away. As he watched, he noticed that Monica was driving the car, and it looked like Diane was with her. “The bitches!” he said softly to himself. He continued to watch them as they got out of the car together and headed into the building. “Damn bitches!” he muttered angrily once again, never taking his eyes off them.
He turned his engine off and quietly got out of his car. After looking around to see if anyone else was watching, he quickly ran across the empty space to the row of cars across from him, then he ducked down so he could remain hidden as he carefully made his way toward Monica’s car. When he got there, he let all the air out of her right front tire, then he let all the air out of her right rear tire. With two flat tires, she was going to have a much harder time getting home.
Smiling to himself and feeling very satisfied, he carefully made his way back to his car and went to lunch – which he enjoyed much more than usual.
That night, he slept very well, knowing that in just a small way he had gotten back at that bitch Monica.
--- §§§§§§§§§§ ---
Steve slept well, but his body was up and doing things he wasn’t aware of as Karen once again logged into the computer and entered Susan’s email address.
Dear Susan,
Steve did something really awful today. I really wanted to stop him, but you told me to not do anything for a while and just sit back and watch.
Karen then described exactly what Steve had done.
--- §§§§§§§§§§ ---
A time zone away, Susan was delighted to see that there was an email from Karen. But what she read bothered her and brought back memories of what Steve had done to her in high school. Obviously, Steve hadn’t really changed all that much since then. And she really felt that what he had done shouldn’t go unpunished.
She quickly wrote back to Karen.
Dear Karen,
Here’s exactly what I want you to do….
Chapter 5
“Hi Monica,” Diane said as she walked into work and put her purse up. Monica was already working, putting additional packing tape on a large box. “Did you ever find out who flattened your tires?”
“No,” Monica replied. “But I’m still betting it was that twerp, Steve.”
Diane noted that Monica still seemed more than a bit upset. She could understand that. She’d probably feel the same way. “So what are you going to do?”
Monica sighed. “Nothing, I guess. But if I ever find out that it was him, then what I’ve put him through this week will seem like a picnic. He’ll be sorry he was ever born!”
Diane giggled again. “It was kind of fun though, wasn’t it?”
“Yeah,” Monica replied as she looked up from her task and finally smiled.
--- §§§§§§§§§§ ---
Steve phoned down to the shipping department as early as he could again. He was anxious to get the whole stupid business with Monica over with. As he made his way down, he silently prayed that after this, the two bitches would be done with him and he could put it all behind him – if they just wouldn’t tell anybody. He thought once again about what he had done to her car yesterday. As far as he was concerned, the only thing he had done wrong was that he should have let the air out of all her tires. The damn bitch!
As he opened the door to shipping, Monica was again waiting for him, but Monica had her arms folded across her chest and looked angry. Did she suspect him? It didn’t matter, he had been mentally preparing for that all morning. “Uh, hi Monica. Can we get this over with quickly again…please?” Sometimes you had to be polite with a bitch.
“We’ll see, Stevie. We’ll see,” Monica replied, before leading him once again back to a private area.
Steve noted that she did seem to be upset – hopefully about what happened to her tires yesterday. That thought pleased him.
Once again he stood in front of Monica preparing to take his pants down. Diane rushed in. “Am I too late?” she asked breathlessly.
“We’re just beginning,” Monica told her, never once taking her eyes off of Steve.
With an overly exaggerated sigh, Steve lowered his pants to his knees again.
“Yellow!” Diane exclaimed. “And here I was betting they would be pink again.”
Monica let out a little snicker. “I lost too. I was betting they’d be red. I see he still likes the fishnets.”
“I’ll bet he does,” Diane replied.
“Uh, can I go now?” Steve asked politely. “I’ve really got a lot of work to do.”
“Not until you answer something truthfully!” Monica replied as forcefully as she could.
Steve put a surprised look on his face.
“Did you let the air out of my tires yesterday?”
“Do what?” Steve asked – so innocently.
“You heard me! Did you do it?”
“Me? Somebody let the air out of your tires?”
“That’s what I said.”
“It wasn’t me,” Steve replied, acting completely mystified about it all. But inwardly, he was laughing.
Diane shook her head. “Even with his pants down around his knees, and we can see his frilly undies, I can’t tell if he’s lying.”
Monica looked disappointed. “Me either. But he’s still my prime suspect.”
“It wasn’t me!” Steve insisted.
“Shit!” Monica finally said as Steve began pulling his pants up once again.
“Look,” Steve said before he walked out. “Is this finished now? You aren’t going to tell anyone, are you?”
Monica looked at him. “Yeah,” she agreed, “we’re finished. But you better watch yourself, especially with us, or I will tell everyone I know! Got that?”
“Yeah,” Steve replied contritely, then he hurried past them, all the while thinking that he had pulled a good one over on the two bitches!
Diane turned to Monica. “So, are you really just going to let him go like that?”
“Yeah,” she answered. “I’m done with him.”
“And you’re not going to tell anyone?”
“Nope. Because as long as Stevie there knows I can, that’s one guy around here that’s going to be very polite to both of us from now on. At least he better be! Because if he doesn’t, I just might start telling people about him. And trust me, if I ever find out that he was the one who let the air out of my tires…there’ll be hell to pay!”
--- §§§§§§§§§§ ---
That night, Steve threw all the hated underwear once again into his trash can and went to bed dreaming happily about what he had done to Monica. He dreamed soundly, but his body was doing other things.
--- §§§§§§§§§§ ---
On Saturday, Steve was suddenly assaulted by light and sound, and a voice saying, “Smile….”
He opened his eyes and nearly died. What? Where was he? He was staring at a cute girl holding a cell phone and taking his picture with it. “What the f…?” He realized there were two other girls with their heads close to his. He had just had his picture taken with them.
He looked around. He was in a big place. A huge place. With lots of people. He was sitting next to a table with a food tray on it where it looked like someone had just eaten lunch.
“Now me!” the girl with the cell phone said excitedly as she and one of the girls next to him switched places.
“What’s going on?” he managed to get out. “Where am I?” It looked like he was in the food court of a large mall, but one he didn’t recognize.
“Smile!” the other girl now holding the cell phone said.
“What? No!”
Steve looked around a bit more. “Who are you?”
“Come on, smile!” the girl who had taken the first picture said. “You let all the other girls get their picture with you.”
“Other girls?” Steve didn’t understand anything of what was happening.
But when he looked back at the girl who now held the cell phone, he heard her say, “Got it! But he wasn’t smiling.”
Smile? What was going on? Then he suddenly realized that he was sitting there wearing a bright pink dress. As he took further stock, the shocks continued to come. He jumped up quickly and nearly fell as one of his ankles twisted under him. He looked down. He had a pair of women’s heels strapped onto his feet. He could just see them past the “boobs” that were sticking way out of his chest. And there was a woman’s purse hung over his neck and shoulder. Then he noticed his hands. His fingernails where incredibly long and painted a bright red and also seemed to have some sort of shiny decorations glued onto the tips. As he held them up to look closer, he realized that he was wearing a heavy bracelet on one wrist and a woman’s watch on the other one. What? How? Not again! He looked around. There was no sign at all of any of his clothes, or any bags that might hold his regular clothes. The panic hit him worse.
The girls around him were still clustered together and laughing at him. “Get lost!” he yelled at them. Where were his things? Where was he? But the girls only moved back about a step and continued to giggle at him, as did a lot of other people he suddenly realized. The girl with the camera phone was taking more pictures.
He finally realized he had to get out of there. He couldn’t just stand there and let everybody laugh at him. He took a step in the unfamiliar heels. They were very awkward to walk in, but removing them just then would take time. He had to find somewhere where nobody could see him, and quickly. Where could he go? And more importantly, where were his clothes? He looked around desperately for a way out, and finally noticed the rest room sign. He made his way there as fast as the heels on his feet would allow.
“Hey!” some guy stopped him as he was about to enter the men’s room, “Are you sure you’re going in the right place?” Then the guy started laughing.
“Shut up!” Steve answered angrily as he pushed his way past.
The men’s room was uncomfortably crowded too. But he had to take stock and figure things out. He pulled the purse off his neck and set it on the counter by the sinks and tried to open it, but the task was made very difficult with the fingernails he now had. Finally though, he accomplished it and looked inside. The purse seemed to be filled with lots of things, especially makeup. But where was his wallet? He saw a set of keys and pulled them out. He recognized the keys themselves, they were definitely his, but they were on a very large and feminine key chain. He pulled a woman’s wallet out of the purse and looked inside. He was relieved to see his driver’s license and credit cards. At least he still had that much. But aside from a few dollars, there was nothing else.
He looked at his face in the mirror and got another shock – makeup – although he shouldn’t have been surprised. He turned on the water and tried to scrub at the lipstick on his lips, but it wasn’t coming off at all. What was he going to do? He looked up and saw all the guys in the room looking at him. A few of them were snickering, but most of them looked angrily at him. He figured he better get out of there quickly before any of those angry guys made things worse for him.
He grabbed the purse and headed back out into the mall. What mall was it? Where was he? He wanted to run but he could barely walk in the shoes on his feet. And where was his car? He had no idea at all. He began looking for an exit, but naturally the food court looked to be as far from an exit as he could get. The mall was packed with people and he was more than aware of every one of them looking at him.
He finally found a wing of the mall that seemed to lead outside. He turned down it and hurried toward the doors at the far end. Just inside the doors though, he noticed the mall directory placed where people could get their bearings and find the stores they wanted. He looked at the name of the mall. It was one he had never heard of. He hurried outside as fast as he was capable of going. Now, where was his car? The parking lot was huge. How was he going to find it? He did the only thing he could, he began walking up and down the long rows of cars, looking for his.
The longer he walked, the more the shoes on his feet hurt, and the more he thought about Monica. He was sure now that she had somehow done this to him. “The bitch!” he cursed over and over again. She was a witch! She had again used some kind of voodoo magic on him and done this to him. How, he didn’t know, but it had to be her for sure. Somehow she had found out that it was him that had let the air out of her tires and this was how she was getting back at him. Well, two could play at that game. But first, he had to get out of there. Where was his car?
It took him almost an hour to find it…an hour and lots of humiliating stares and laughter from far too many people. He should have known it would be as far away from the mall itself as possible. He fumbled with his purse and cursed the long fingernails that were stuck on his hands as he tried to get his keys out. He was ever so grateful to finally get into his car and hidden from the world. He was not grateful however that his car didn’t seem to contain any sign of his regular clothes. He got out and quickly checked his trunk. No clothes there either. He was stuck driving home the way he was – whichever way home was.
He pulled out of the mall and had to drive around for a while before he finally found a sign leading to the highway. Once on the highway, it was a few minutes later until he finally drove past a sign that told him where he was. He nearly died. He was almost three hours away from home. He glanced at his gas gauge. Naturally, he didn’t have nearly enough gas to get home. He’d have to make another humiliating stop to fill up somewhere along the way. He sighed. He really needed to get away somewhere where he could sort everything out and figure out what to do about it.
It was a long and humiliating drive home, and the entire way he thought of little else except how he was going to get his revenge on Monica for what she had just done to him.
The drive home was a long one, and it was late in the day when Steve finally got there. Before he opened the car door he looked around cautiously. There were a few people standing together in the parking lot and just talking. It didn’t look like they were going anywhere soon. “Shit!” he cursed. It had been bad enough being seen by so many people at the mall, then later when he had fumbled with his super long fingernails at the gas pump. But he somewhat knew these people. He had seen them around the apartments before. He was tempted to drive around for a while, hoping they’d be gone when he got back so nobody could see him when he got out of the car. But after the day he had just been through, and the long drive home afterwards, he just wanted to get to the safety of his own apartment and out of the things he was wearing. Besides, the heels still strapped to his feet were killing him.
He felt so stupid having to grab “his” purse before he got out of the car, but there was just no help for it. He had no choice. As quickly as he could, he opened his car door and headed for the stairs up to his apartment. He was mortified at how much noise the heels on his feet made against the concrete. He swore again. Why did women’s shoes have to be so noisy all the time? When he got to his door, he turned as he fumbled with his keys to see if any of the people in the parking lot had seen him. They were all looking at him with varying degrees of surprise. “Shit!” he said again as he finally opened his door and slipped inside. Safe and out of view at last!
He breathed a big sigh of relief and headed for his bedroom. His first order of business had to be to get those damn heels off his feet. His toes felt like they were on fire. But the long nails on his hands made doing anything difficult, including unbuckling the tiny buckles that held the shoes all too firmly to his feet. Once he got them off, he was finally able to breathe another big sigh of relief and rub his sore and very red toes – with their nails painted the same color as his fingernails. Why would women want to wear such shoes?
Next came the pink dress he was wearing. The tight belt around his waist was difficult enough to remove with his nails, but he had a bit of trouble figuring out how the dress itself was fastened on him. He finally realized that it was zipped up his back. Unzipping it was a nightmare. First he had to get the dress unhooked at the top, which was none too easy. Just trying to grab the tiny zipper pull with his overly long nails proved to be difficult. Then, when he was able to finally grab it, he couldn’t move it very far at all. His arms just didn’t stretch that far. He had to work hard just to get the zipper far enough down to finally slip the dress off.
But once that was done, he was faced with his next challenge. Unhooking the bra he was wearing so he could get rid of the weight of whatever was stuck in it. Like the dress, it proved to be a challenge, but eventually he got it off. There were some rubbery breast shaped inserts in it. They felt a bit weird and uncomfortably lifelike when he squeezed them.
Finally, completely undressed, he headed into his bathroom, where he discovered that every bit of body hair had somehow been shaved from his body. He shook his head. How had she done it? How had that witch been able to do so many impossible things to him without him knowing any of it? He’d find out if it was the last thing he ever did.
He tried and tried to pull the long false nails off his fingers, but no matter how he pulled and pried, they wouldn’t loosen up at all. How was he going to get the darn things off? He opened his medicine cabinet and took out the bottle of nail polish remover that was still there, but when he picked it up, he discovered that the bottle was completely empty. He angrily threw it across the room.
Despite scrubbing his face while he was in the shower, he got another small surprise when he looked in the mirror afterwards, his lipstick and eye makeup were still there. He washed them again and scrubbed hard, but very little came off. “Now what?” he practically screamed.
A little while later, dressed in his own clothes once again, but also sporting some very long and pretty fingernails, along with some all too visible lipstick and eye makeup, he opened the door to his apartment and quietly made his way to his car once again. Thankfully, it was fairly dark now and there was no one else around just then. Once again, left with no choice, he drove to the closest drug store he could find. He really didn’t want to get out of his car, he had already been through enough humiliation for several lifetimes, but he had to find something that would remove his nails and makeup. Dreading it more than ever, he went into the bright lights of the store.
Keeping his eyes down so as not to look at anybody directly, and hoping nobody would notice him as much, he quickly and desperately looked at the many shelves of women’s things. Where was the stuff for nails?
“May I help you?”
The voice was both manna from heaven and intense humiliation at the same time. He turned to see a cute salesgirl walking down the aisle toward him. He noticed her quick surprise as he faced her. Was she laughing at him? Not openly at least. But the closer she got, the more he realized that she did appear amused and she was still looking him over all too carefully. “Shit!” he exclaimed to himself for the thousandth time that day. “Um…” he said out loud as he searched for what to say. Finally, as he noticed how closely she seemed to be examining his face. He held up his fingers and asked, “How do I get these off?” There was more than a note of desperation in his voice.
But instead of laughing or even sounding like she was sorry for his obvious condition, the girl suddenly seemed to be envious of his nails. “Oooo,” she exclaimed as she looked at them. “They’re gorgeous.” He was about to say that he wasn’t exactly fond of them but she didn’t give him a chance. “Where did you get them? Are they acrylic? They must have cost you a fortune. I wish I could get some like that. I have the worst problems with my nails.”
Steve just wanted out of there with something to get his damn false nails off, and this girl was standing there talking to him about fingernails like he was another female. He wanted to scream. “Please,” he said. “I just want to get them off.”
“God, you’re kidding? If I had them I’d be doing everything I could to keep them!”
Steve was getting more and more exasperated. “In case you hadn’t noticed, I’m not a girl. I don’t wear long fingernails.”
She looked at him surprised. “I’m sorry, I just assumed that…well, I mean, with your makeup and all…. By the way, did you know your lipstick is smeared a bit? You really should touch it up.”
He almost screamed, but he still needed help. “Please,” he repeated. “I just want to get it alloff, and I can’t seem to do that.”
“Okay, okay,” she replied, sounding a bit put off. “Like I said, I’m sorry, I just assumed….” But she turned and led the way to another aisle. “I’m not really sure about getting the nails off,” she said. “Especially if they’re acrylic. You can try soaking them in nail polish remover and see if that will do it. If not, then…well, you may just have to cut them.” She reached out to the shelf and grabbed an extra-large bottle of polish remover and handed it to him.
Steve was about to ask why he should need so much, but he was more interested in getting out of there. “And how about the makeup?” he asked.
She led the way to another aisle. “You know,” she said as they walked, “you really should have bought some remover before you put it on.”
Steve had lots of nasty insulting things he wanted to say, but he just wanted to get home again, so he kept his mouth shut and bought whatever it was that she picked out for him. In the end, he wound up cutting the acrylic nails as far back as he could. It was the best he could do with them.
--- §§§§§§§§§§ ---
By Monday morning, Steve was feeling a bit better. After having all day Sunday to recover his wits, he was still totally bewildered as to how any of it had happened, except that he was more convinced than ever that Monica was somehow responsible. The more he thought about it, the angrier he got. And the angrier he got, the more he searched for ways to get back at her. What he really wanted to do was to get his hands on her and beat her to a pulp. Would he be arrested for killing a real live actual witch? Unfortunately, he figured that was too much of a possibility, no matter how dangerous she was, or the fact that she really was a witch.
Late that afternoon, he had to meet with someone down on the lower floor of the building to discuss the company’s latest project. But to get there, he had to pass the shipping department. Just seeing the door fueled his anger all over again. After his meeting, he had to pass the shipping department again to head back to his desk, but this time, his anger got the best of him. Throwing caution to the wind, he went in. “Where’s Monica?” he demanded of the guy behind the counter.
The guy was more than a bit surprised at Steve’s attitude, but he called back over his shoulder, “Monica…you’ve got a visitor.”
Monica came out from the back, but before she could say anything, Steve started yelling. “You damn bitch! I should kill you. I don’t know how you did what you did, but I swear I’ll get even. You’re a witch! A damn witch! Just because you lost a little air in your tires doesn’t mean you can do what you did to me. I’ll get back at you, you bitch, you hear? I’ll get back at you, and you’ll wish you had never done what you did!” His threats made, he turned to leave.
Monica was shocked. She momentarily didn’t know what to say. But then something sank in. “Wait a minute!” she said firmly before Steve got out the door. “Are you telling me that you’re the one who let the air out of my tires?”
Steve paused for a moment, trying to remember what he had just said. Had he said that? He wasn’t sure. “I didn’t say that, you witch!” he yelled back. Then he began ranting all over again about what a bitch she was.
But the look on his face had told Monica otherwise. The anger she had felt at finding her tires flat flared up red hot in her again, especially since the jerk who had caused it was standing in front of her and was yelling at her over something she had no clue about. But she didn’t care about whatever it was he was ranting over. She immediately tuned out everything Steve was saying – or yelling at her about. Despite her hot anger, her mind turned icy cold. She would make this jerk pay for what he did – big time!
The minute Steve paused in his tirade to catch his breath she started speaking. “You’re going to make me pay? We’ll see about that. I’m going to make you wish you were never born!” And with that she turned on her heel and walked away, despite Steve yelling behind her.
“Goodness, what was that all about?” Diane asked as she got back to work.
Monica didn’t smile or even look at her as she got back to work. She just looked very angry and determined. “We now know for sure who let the air out of my tires.”
“Steve?”
“Uh-huh.”
“And what was he talking about? What happened to him?”
Monica shrugged her shoulders, “No clue, and I really don’t care. The best I can guess is what we put him through last week.”
“And he’s just getting so upset about it now?”
“If he thinks he’s upset now, wait till I get through with him.”
--- §§§§§§§§§§ ---
Steve mentally kicked himself as he went back upstairs to his desk, he shouldn’t have done what he did. But he was just so angry and frustrated. Did the witch know for sure that he was the one who had let the air out of her tires? He hoped not. One thing he was sure about though, was that he would get back at her for what she had done. She was going to get it, and she was going to get it good! He knew though that whatever he did to her, he was going to have to be very careful about it. He was really worried about that magic of hers…whatever it was. He mentally made it a point to make that the first thing to find out about. Once he could take care of that, she’d be helpless against him.
--- §§§§§§§§§§ ---
As they were closing up the office for the evening, Diane asked Monica, “So, have you decided what you’re going to do about Stevie yet? Are you going to let everybody know about what he wore on your date?”
Monica shook her head. “No, not yet. I have something else in mind altogether.”
“I just hope you kill the little bastard.”
Monica smiled. “No, that’s not exactly what I had in mind, although by the time I’m done, he’s going to wish it was. As my daddy used to say, before you can skin a fish, first you have to hook it and real it in.”
“So what are you going to do?”
Monica just continued to smile wickedly as she turned off the lights. “Tomorrow, Diane. Tomorrow.”