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This is a new world I have created. It has the possibility to contain a little bit
of everything. It is meant not as much as a follow up to "Sweet Revenge,"
but as an explanation, and a foundation for many many more stories. The
story found within is a story of a woman and her boss, who wants much
more than office work done for him. This sets the stage, and it will be
followed up soon with an array of stories (hopefully!).
The Realm of Revenge-Jenna's Justice
by Kristen Kitty
Harry sat at his desk, work piling up by the minute. He had just finished his
follow up work with the Karen and Alan (now Amber) Henderson case, but
he was over three months behind the rest of his work now. He had spent too
much time looking in on Karen and Amber, making sure everything
progressed properly. Harry sighed as he looked at the accumulating folders
contained within his "in" box on his desk. It seemed to Harry that the
company seemed to be heading in a direction of quantity, rather than quality
as of late. Harry was a wizard of great pride, and he refused to do his work
without putting everything he had into it. He would rather be unemployed
than work hastily on any case. He knew, however, that the work needed to
be done, and unemployment was a far cry from a real threat with the current
shortage of wizards.
Harry worked for the battle of the sexes division of the company, and
his work needed all of the effort he could muster to succeed properly. When
a wizard completed cases haphazardly, the results were not always desirable.
For instance, Herb, the wizard who used to work right down the hall, had
been into quantity rather than quality. His revenge cases were worked out
quickly, but not too smoothly. There were at least ten instances a year in
which the persons involved wound up with adverse side effects, such as
migraine headaches, asthma, extra genitalia, chronic binge drinking
disorders, or even addiction to eating inedible things such as tofu or Spam.
These things were unacceptable and outright awful as far as Harry was
concerned, but it obviously did not matter what Harry thought. The
superiors in the company obviously felt differently. Herb had been promoted
to division supervisor a few years ago, and recently to the position of
division Vice President.
The average wizard completed close to 100 cases yearly, while Herb
completed over 10 cases weekly. With only 10 "minor" failures on average
yearly, he was considered a model worker, and was treated as such.
Harry, on the other hand, completed 8 to 10 cases yearly. His best
year had produced a total of 12 resolved revenge cases. He took a great
pleasure in his work, which was more than most of the other wizards could
say. Harry looked back at the pile of cases on his desk, closed his eyes, took
a deep breath, and grabbed the next case folder in the pile.
This case was labeled as a "sexual harassment" case (these were
always the easiest to complete, as far as Harry was concerned). It seemed
that an executive in a large company was putting unwanted sexual pressure
on his secretary. She, according to the casework, was a "bread baker for a
large Mexican family of 7." Harry read the words over to make sure he had
read the line correctly. Unfortunately he had. He slammed his fist down and
tossed the file over his shoulder into the recycle bin.
"Damn it!" thought Harry, "these fucking shit-for-brains case
compilers get worse and worse at probing the people involved." Harry knew
that the perspective employee pools were thin, but this? This did not even
make sense. He would have to do the probing himself, again. "Probably
some half-wit magician's apprentice just out of wizardry school" he thought.
Harry sat back in his chair and concentrated on the woman in the file.
He watched her for the rest of the day, and for the three weeks following.
He began to see and understand everything about the woman, her habits, her
undying love for her family, everything.
Her name was Jenna, and she was, in fact, employed at a Mexican restaurant
in the evenings as a waitress, for she was the sole breadwinner for herself,
her son (Cody, age 11), and her daughter (Megan, age 7). Her boss, Alvin
Bletch, had been making unwanted passes at Jenna, and it was coming to a
climax. She felt that she could not afford to lose her job, but she could not
put up with Mr. Bletch's behavior any longer. Harry began to construct a
plan specific to Jenna's problem.
Harry always constructed plans specific to the problems. The company did
not endorse such practices but Harry knew that originality was a key to being
a good wizard. The only conforming features of Harry's plans were the
participant's lack of knowledge of what was occurring, and how it was
occurring. This was the only company rule Harry followed, for it was, at
one time, the company's only rule. That was before all of the mergers, the
population boom, and the company's drive for production. As Harry felt his
mind wandering, he focused again on the woman and her problem with her
boss, Mr. Bletch.
He started by giving the woman a strong confidence level, which she
would begin to display as soon as the spells were cast. This would perturb
her boss, and he would accelerate his advances. "Soon enough," thought
Harry, "just let me get the spells in order . . ."
Jenna woke up on Wednesday morning, loathing what awaited her.
She was tired from working late the night before, but it was what she needed
to do to provide for her family. She got out of bed, showered, woke her
children up for school, and got dressed before making breakfast and heading
out the door. The November weather greeted her with a brisk, crisp breeze.
She hurried to her car, got in, and left for work. The drive was uneventful,
as was the walk to the office. She usually dreaded the walk to the office, but
today was different for some reason. "Maybe today will be different," she
thought. "Maybe that bastard will be sick." She hurried to the office
building in the cool autumn air. She arrived at her desk at exactly 8:30, as
usual.
"Well hello there beautiful!" said the sickening voice from inside the
adjoining office. "Come on in here for a minute, we have a few things to
discuss."
Jenna looked around, and noticed that no one else was nearby. She would
usually be reluctant to go into the office when no one was around, but she felt
sure of herself and walked in with an air of confidence. Sitting at his desk
was the toad (as Jenna had become accustomed to calling him). Mr. Bletch,
an athletic man in his mid-40s, had been with the company for years, and
was a favorite for almost every high-end position that came available. He
motioned for her to close the door. She closed it and proceeded to sit across
from the toad.
"Yes Mr. Bletch,"
"Have you thought about my proposition, Jenna?"
"And just what proposition would that be Mr. Bletch?" Jenna asked with an
unusual tone of confidence.
Mr. Bletch took slight notice of her sudden gain of composure, but thought
that it must be an act.
"Jenna, you know what proposition I am talking about, but just to humor
you, I propose that you give up on the helpless single mother act, get on your
knees, and suck my cock like you know you want to. Then you can turn
around, bend over, and take it like you know you want to. I have arranged
for everyone to be out of the office for the next two hours. Its now or never
Jenna, how important is your job, think of your children."
He said with a sly grin. He was sure that would break her confidence.
"Mr. Bletch, you are a worthless piece of toad shit, even if you were good
enough for me, which you ARE NOT, I would not be attracted to your little
excuse for manhood. Mr. Bletch, you are no better than a two-dollar-
whore."
Both Mr. Bletch and Jenna were surprised by what had just been
said. He looked at her with shock. She looked back, angry and relieved.
He opened his mouth to say, "you're fired" but never got a chance to talk.
Jenna could not explain what was happening, but she was sure she saw Mr.
Bletch begin to change, right in front of her!
Mr. Bletch's brown hair began to lengthen, slowly at first, then more
rapidly. It flowed down to his shoulders where it stopped. He sat in shock,
looking straight ahead at Jenna. He began to speak again, but was
interrupted by a pain in his throat. He felt his entire air passage closing in on
itself. He was sure he was going to suffocate, but it stopped. He felt his
face twisting and twitching for a quick moment, followed by his neck.
Jenna stared in wonderment at what was occurring, and, not knowing
what exactly to do, watched intently. Mr. Bletch's face looked like that of a
woman. Jenna could not believe it, but it did. He seemed frozen in place
behind his desk. How she wished he would stand up so she could watch his
entire body's reaction to the change. Even as her wish entered her mind, Mr.
Bletch stood up and walked to the side of his desk where he stopped and
turned towards Jenna.
Mr. Bletch did not know what was going on, although he was sure
that the bitch in front of him was causing it. She was going to pay, not only
with her job, but however else he saw fit. As he was beginning to think of
the ways he would sexually torture her, he felt a pain in his ear lobes,
followed by a pain in his chest and shoulders, which proceeded to his arms.
Jenna watched as the toad continued to change. He looked so odd.
She observed as two small earrings materialized in his ears, followed by what
looked to be a shrinkage of his shoulders. This was impossible, still, Jenna
wished that she could actually see what was going on. As she thought this,
all of the clothes disappeared from Mr. Bletch's body. He was standing
naked in front of her. Indeed, his arms and shoulders had shrunk.
Mr. Bletch unwillingly closed his eyes as the pain left his arms as
soon as it had come. He felt a growing anticipation in his stomach, which
soon spread across his entire insides. He felt as if he were going to vomit.
His legs and hips soon burned as if on fire. His feet felt as if they had been
inserted into a large vice grip.
Jenna watched her boss, in obvious discomfort, as he started to lose
height. He soon no longer towered over her at 6 feet, rather he was eye level
to her. She watched as his legs and feet became feminine along with his hips
and stomach. She saw his penis still there and was sickened by it. It soon
disappeared. She knew what had replaced it. Jenna saw Mr. Bletch's chest
begin to grow. Soon, two large breasts became evident. Mr. Bletch had
become a beautiful woman.
A pair of white panties materialized on him along with a matching bra.
Soon, a pair of white panty hose accompanied the underwear set. A beige
knee length skirt appeared, followed by a light colored form-fitting blouse. A
pair of tan high-heeled shoes soon materialized on Jenna's boss' feet.
He soon regained his ability to speak.
"What the . . ." his voice trailed off as he noticed it was so high-
pitched.
He looked down and saw that the nameplate, which had read "Mr.
James Bletch, Assistant Vice President" now read "Ms. Jane Bletch,
Assistant Vice President"
As soon as this was noticed, the former Mr. Bletch turned to say
something to Jenna. "You're Fi . . ." the words never quite came out all the
way. As Ms. Bletch formed the 'f', her top teeth suddenly fell out. This was
followed by her hair suddenly becoming stringy and tangled. Her clothing
began to change shape. The blouse moved down on the woman's chest until
it revealed a large amount of cleavage. The material of the blouse became a
brightly colored, tight spandex. Her skirt moved upwards and inwards as it
too turned into a brightly colored spandex material. Soon, it was no longer
than the bottom of the woman's underwear. Her panties became leather as
her bottom shifted outwards. Her panty hose became black fishnet stockings
as her shoes reformed themselves into knee high black vinyl boots.
"My God, I look like a Hooker," a nasal voice said.
Jenna stared in complete shock, as her boss seemed to lose focus for
a moment before shaking her head and looking around.
Ms. Bletch's mind began to get cloudy. She soon regained her clear
mind, but wondered what she was doing here.
"Oh my God, I am like so sorry, I didn't like mean to come into an
important place of business or nothin' I am so sorry." The former Mr/Ms
Bletch said.
"That's ok," said Jenna, "just go along now, but first, I want to know
something."
"Sure honey, anything" the woman said with a wink.
"What is your name, and what do you do?" asked Jenna.
"Name's Amanda Lynn. I been here for 6 years now, and I'm a
professional escort. Some call us hookers, streetwalkers, even two-dollar-
whores, its all the same to me though, I love the feel of a cock no matter
what." The hooker said, winking again.
"Gotta go, it's the first of the month, business is good."
With that the lady walked through the door, into the hall, and out into
the street where she belonged. Jenna, on the other hand, turned in
amazement and saw on her former boss' desk, a nameplate that read "Jenna
Mitchell Assistant Vice President" Obviously, her boss was not the only
thing that changed.
Back at the Realm of Revenge offices, Harry smiled. He had done his job,
and Jenna and Mr. Bletch (or was that Amanda now?) had both gotten what
they deserved. He smiled, knowing he had done another superior job, and
reached into the pile of folders on his desk for the next case . . .
Thanks for reading! Feel free to use "The Realm of Revenge," "Harry" or
anything else I have created as a starting point for your own story!
-Kristen
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