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Revenge
By Morpheus
I stared into my empty shot glass for several minutes, before
finally asking the bartender for "Another one" I was sitting in a smoke
filled, half empty bar, determined to drink myself senseless. An
overweight, balding man sat farther down the bar, looking just as
miserable as me. I couldn't help but wondering what his story was,
though I honestly didn't give a damn. I was too busy trying to drown
my own sorrows. For the last year and a half I'd been doing that,
hanging around bars and drinking away my pain. It wasn't like I had
anything else to do, or anything else left for me, not since my partners
betrayal.
Once, not really all that long ago, though it seems like nearly an
eternity, I had been a respected scientist. I had the respect of my
colleagues and peers, and the promise of an even brighter future. My
discovery of a cure for AIDS had guaranteed me that
.
Using micron's, extremely tiny machines, I could flood a persons
body, and attack the AIDS virus on it's own turf. And once the virus
was destroyed, the microns would die off. The micron process would
have made me rich and famous beyond my wildest dreams, me and my
partner Rick Cameron. I had provided the brains and skill behind the
research, while he had provided the financing and all the money I
needed. It had taken me years of hard work, and several million of
Rick's money, but in the end, I had done it.
However, almost as soon as I'd told Rick about my success, he
betrayed me. He stole everything from my lab. The microns, my notes,
everything. He'd had the micron formula patented himself, quickly
making millions upon millions, perhaps even billions. I was shocked
and horrified. I tried to sue him for my patents, and the money that was
rightfully mine, but before I'd even realized it, he'd counter-sued me for
everything I owned. He destroyed my credibility, making it look like I'd
tried stealing it all from him, as well as making me look like nothing but
a fraud. My hard earned reputation as a scientist had been fouled beyond
redemption. I found myself penniless and on the streets, with no money,
no friends and not even able to get another job.
At first I'd been so shocked that I was nearly a zombie, but then
my mind turned to other thoughts. Thoughts of revenge. When Rick had
taken everything else from me, he'd accidentally left one thing. Though I
hadn't yet told him of it before his betrayal, I'd been working on my
microns, improving them and making them even smaller and more
efficient in order to cure diabetes and cancer. They hadn't been finished,
and still needed a lot of work, but most of the work on those had been
kept in my home. When he'd stripped my lab, he didn't get anything on
my newest improvements. So, with my heart becoming filled with
hatred, I started working on my new nanites, trying to perfect them,
trying to make them work.
It hadn't been easy finishing off my nanites without the proper
equipment, and without much in the way of funds. But though it was
slow going, I was determined. I was going to prove to the world that it
was my work, that I was not a fraud. And I was going to get even with
Rick. I didn't know when, and I didn't know how, but I was going to.
Finally I'd finished my nanites, developing a cure for cancer and
diabetes, as well as almost anything else. I'd found that they had a lot
more potential than I had originally thought, being able to actually
change DNA itself. However, I wasn't sure what to do with that. Or
how I could use it to get my revenge. Instead, I tried several times to
show my cure for cancer, but they refused to even listen to me. Rick had
done too thorough a job discrediting me, which only made my hatred
burn more. And my self pity. I had turned back to drinking, which I'd
done off and on, trying to get what comfort I could, which brings me to
the bar. I finished off my shot, then told the bartender "Gimmee another"
While I was waiting, I looked around the bar, seeing that the fat balding
guy I'd noticed earlier was still there. He started sipping his beer, then
spilled half of it down his front, making me smile faintly in spite of
myself. Then he looked in my direction, and noticed that I'd been
watching him. "Shit" I muttered to myself as he began to move in my
direction.
"M'names Cliff" he slurred, holding out a hand. "Thomas" I told
him, offering my hand in return. I didn't really want to get to know the
guy, but I didn't really want to be rude either. Especially not since you
never know what someone might do while drunk. Cliff sat himself down
in the stool next to mine, staring ahead for a moment, then said "They're
all bitches you know"
"What?" I responded in some confusion.
"Women" he said, as if that explained it all. Then he looked me
over, adding "Your problem's a woman too, isn't it?" I nodded
noncommitally while he began to go on. "They're all a buncha bitches.
Every last one of em" Tears began to form in Cliff's eyes, and soon he
was sobbing. "Fifteen damn years of marriage......fifteen" he exclaimed.
"And the whole time the bitch is banging my brother. My God damn
brother" He sobbed louder, making me uncomfortable. I hoped that I
could find a way to leave him, but somehow I found myself staying
where I was. "Then...." he snarled, "She divorced me, taking my kids
and everything I own" Cliff wiped his nose on his sleeve, then took
another long drink from his beer. "Bitches" he mumbled to himself
again.
I stared at Cliff, then excused myself. With only a brief
backwards glance at him, I hurried from the bar. Cliff's story had been
sad, and I'd heard stories like his many times before. They were almost
always the same. But somehow, this one had planted a seed. Cliff had
unwittingly given me an idea of how I could finally accomplish my
revenge.
Almost immediately after getting back to my small apartment, I
went to work on my still forming plan. First though, I knew I would need
to do some more work on my nanites. As good as they'd be for getting
rid of cancer, they hadn't been designed for what I was intending,
and the changes were going to take some time.
In fact, the changes took me a whole month, and a whole lot of
money for the improved equipment. I'd had to borrow a huge sum of
money from a couple of loan sharks, knowing that if this worked, having
to pay them back wouldn't be a problem. But finally I'd done it. I finally
had the means for my revenge.
Once I was sure that my nanites would work, I went ahead with
most of my other preparations, purchasing the items that I'd need. "One
more day" I told myself as I sat down for dinner, feeling an anticipation
of what was to come, yet at the same time a bit of dread. "Then you're
mine Rick" I chuckled to myself, ignoring the doubts that I'd been
feeling. I was almost too excited to eat my microwave dinner, but not
quite.
When I was finished with my dinner, I went to my bathroom and
stopped, staring at the bathtub which was already filled with a clear
gelatinous liquid. I smiled faintly and dipped a finger into the liquid,
pulling my hand slowly back from the slimy substance. "Perfect" I
muttered aloud, wiping my finger dry against my pants.
I slowly stripped my clothes off, carelessly dropping them piece
by piece on the floor. Then I turned and peered at myself in the cracked
mirror over my sink, staring at my sallow skin and graying hair.
Though I was 41 years old, I looked older. Far older. The last few years
hadn't been kind to me, not in the least. I faced myself in the mirror,
taking a long deep look, knowing that I would probably never see that
face again, but not really feeling very regretful over that.
Turning away from the mirror, I reached for the computer that I
had sitting on the counter top, quickly going through it to make sure that
everything was as it should be. This was no time for anything to go
wrong. Once I was assured of that, I took a small syringe from next to it,
injecting myself with the contents. I gasped in spite of myself, never
having gotten over my childhood fear of needles, but not willing to let
that stop me. "Maybe I should have made it edible" I muttered once I'd
finished.
After waiting a minute, I reached for the small wrist band that I'd
also set next to the computer, slipping it on my own wrist where it fit
snugly. Though my original cure for AIDS had been fairly simple, my
cure for cancer had been far more complex. And what I'd had to do in
order to modify my work made even that seem simple by comparison.
The procedure I had developed consisted of four parts. The nanites
themselves, already injected into my bloodstream and working their way
throughout my body. The second and third parts were the computer
which controlled and directed the nanites, mapping out everything that
was to be done, and the wrist bracelet. The bracelet acted to relay the
computers directions to the nanites, having a limited working distance of
only ten feet. And last was the fluid. The nutrient bath which would
ease the nanites work, giving them the fuel which they'd need for their
work. With one nervous glance at the computer, I hesitated, knowing
that I could still turn back. That I could find some other way to get even
with that bastard Rick. But I already knew that this way was what I
wanted. This way would be the sweetest. After letting out the breath that
I hadn't realized I'd been holding, I pushed enter on the computer, almost
imagining that I could feel a faint tingle run through my body. "Here
goes nothing" I said aloud, then crawled into the tub, with the slimy
nutrient bath slowly enveloping my body. I squished around for several
moments, trying to get comfortable since I was going to be there for
awhile. But then, my strength seemed to leave me and I started to feel
weak and tired. It had begun.
For the next several hours, I laid where I was in the bathtub,
feeling rather numb and tingly at the same time. I was too weak to move
around much, but I could still see that it was working, that I was slowly
changing. My gut, which had refused every effort to trim it, started
slimming down on it's own. All my body hair seemed to disappear,
being pulled back within my own body and leaving pale and somewhat
smooth skin behind. Even the hair on my head seemed to be doing this
My nipples began to grow, getting larger and darker until they were
about the size of a quarter dollar, then the flesh beneath them began to
slowly push out. And as much as my own body was changing, it was
getting more and more difficult to see. The nutrient bath was clouding
over and turning a greenish color. It looked disgusting, making me feel
like I was bathing in nasal mucus......in snot.
The process went on all night, and I have to admit that I fell
asleep before it was even a third completed, waking up in the morning in
a bathtub that looked sickeningly gross. Even worse than the snotty
appearance, which was the last thing that I remembered. But then again,
it had supplied my body, and the nanites with all the nutrients and
materials I needed, while giving a place to expend my excess mass and
body waste.
I crawled out of the tub rather nervously, trying to keep myself
from vomiting at the dark slimy green goo that covered my body. But
even through the goo, I could see that the changes seemed to be
complete. That the process had worked. One glance at the computer
confirmed this. I was disgusted, but I put my hand back into the goo,
pulling the plug and letting it all drain out. "God I need a bath" I
muttered aloud, startled by my own voice. Then, taking one look at the
slime filled bathtub, I decided a shower might be nicer. A lot nicer.
Since I had to wait for the tub to empty, I took a towel and
started to wipe myself as clean as I could, thinking that it would make
the shower a little easier at least. I purposely avoided looking at the
mirror, focusing instead on the strange new shape of my body. On my
generous breasts that pushed out from my chest, the slender waist and
the wide hips. All slime covered of course, making my self examination
a lot more unpleasant, but that didn't stop me from wiping as much of the
slime off as I could.
Eventually the tub was empty and I could take my shower,
though I had to be careful of the slippery residue that remained. "This is
gonna be a bitch to clean up" I muttered, eyeing the nightmarish ring
around the tub. Then I shrugged, and started my shower.
When I was done showering, I dried myself off, then did what I'd
been dying to do since I'd climbed out of the bathtub. I looked in the
mirror. The woman that looked back was gorgeous, which was as I'd
planned of course. But to see that image reflected back at me was quite
different from seeing the design on my computer. She/I looked to be in
her/my mid twenties, had long red hair, and intense green eyes. My face
was a models, and my lips looked extremely full and kissable. And my
breasts.....well, they were a little bigger than I would have preferred,
being a D cup, but they were what I'd designed.
The image that reflected back was gorgeous. But then it should
be after the hard work I'd put into it. After all, when Rick and I had been
partners, we'd both talked about a number of things, including our dream
girls. Our perfect woman. And I had gone through a lot of effort to
become his.
I stared at myself for a long time, gazing into my unfamiliar face,
knowing that I would have to wear it for a long time yet to come. Then,
yawning loudly, I turned away from the mirror. I was exhausted. Even
though I'd spent hours in the bathtub, asleep, I was more tired than when
I'd crawled in. The process had really taken a lot out of me. "The rest can
wait till morning" I decided, ignoring the fact that it already morning.
Then with that, I started walking towards my bed, feeling the strange
weight swaying from my chest, and the unfamiliar balance with every
step. But as soon as my head touched the pillow, all thoughts of
everything, even revenge, faded away into a deep sleep.
When I woke up again, it was in the middle of the night. I'd slept
through the entire day, and felt ravenous. Fortunately I'd planned ahead
and had a freezer full of microwavable meals. Once I'd satisfied my
stomachs demands, I decided that it was time to get dressed. I'd already
purchased a number of women's clothes, all in the sizes that I knew I
now possessed. There were certain advantages to be found in designing
your own body.
Without hesitation, I slipped on a pair of black silky panties, then
started on the bra. It wasn't nearly as easy as I would have thought,
especially with my big boobs getting in the way. But finally I managed
to struggle my way into it, having figured out that it was easier to hook it
on backwards, then turn it around. Once the lingerie was taken care of, I
slipped on a pair of simple cut-offs, then a red shirt which I tied in a knot
under my breasts, leaving not only a lot of cleavage visible, but my
whole waist as well. "Sexy" I said in my new voice, admiring the
image in the cracked mirror and wishing that I had a bigger one. I knew
that I still needed a little makeup, and some hair work done to look the
way I wanted, but that could come later. For the moment I settled on
brushing my hair so that it was at least decent, then I went and slipped on
a pair of cowboy boots. They felt somewhat uncomfortable to me, not
having ever worn cowboy boots before, but I knew that this was
something that Rick found attractive, and I knew that I'd need the
practice.
I walked around my apartment for half an hour, getting used to
my new footwear, and the somewhat embarrassing clothes I was
wearing. Still, almost in spite of myself, I had to admit that I was getting
a little turned on by it all. By turning into a sexy woman and knowing
that almost any man who saw me would bulge out in excitement. But I
also felt thrilled by the knowledge that my revenge was closer than ever.
For the rest of the night, I just tried getting used to my new
body, or at least more familiar with it. I tried on some different clothes,
and even tried my hand at makeup, finding that it definitely wasn't as
easy as it looked. Then, early in the morning, I went back to bed,
napping for a few hours. Afterwards, I cleaned out my bathtub,
disgusted at the mess as I did so, but knowing that it needed to be done if
I wanted to take a decent shower. The slimy green coating and the
horrible ring that had still been there from the day before were a terrible
mess, and a lot of work. Finally thought he tub was clean, and I actually
felt that I could take a real shower in it again.
Once I'd showered and gotten dressed in a rather sexy little
country style outfit again, I sat in front of the mirror and practiced
getting my hair done up decently. I quickly realized that I wouldn't be
able to do to much with it until I'd gone to a hair stylist or something, so
I decided to work on the makeup for the moment. I practiced putting on
and taking off makeup for nearly two hours, finding my efforts getting
better and better each time, but still not being good enough. Finally, in
frustration I had to give up for awhile.
Around lunch-time, I decided to take the next step. I went out
into public, dressed like, and appearing to everyone who saw me, like
any other woman. Although a rather gorgeous one at that. The first
thing I did was stroll down the street, feeling self conscious and
vulnerable, but at the same time somewhat thrilled. It was working.
Everyone saw me as a woman, and though I had turned into one
physically, I still had doubts that I could pass. Of course, I knew that I
would need to work on my body language and all the other little things,
but at the moment I was doing fine.
One of the first things that I did was going to a beauty salon,
hoping that I wouldn't need an appointment. Fortunately there was a
vacancy, and after a short wait, I was undergoing the works. I don't
know how long I was there, having my hair cut and styled, oddly
enjoying it as well. Then I had my fingernails manicured, made to look
very nice and sexy with a glossy red coat on my nails.
After I'd finished at the salon, I ran a few other errands, both
enjoying and hating the attention I was receiving at the same time.
Never before had I been noticed so much as I had then, not to mention
the fact that this only confirmed my success. But I also felt strange
being stared at by strange men, looked at like I was inferior, stupid or a
piece of meat, but that was the price I had to pay for my revenge. Or
part of it at least.
During the next few days, I spread the word that Timothy
Cornwell had skipped town, and I'd moved into the apartment. That
would certainly keep the loan sharks off my back, and give me the
freedom I needed to start my new identity. My new identity as Sharon
Marks, which I'd paid good money to get the legal papers for. I
redecorated my apartment in a very feminine style, not really liking it,
but knowing that it was necessary for my plan.
Then I spent two weeks, practicing what it would take to pass
myself off as a natural born female. I learned as much as I could about
clothes, women's hygiene and other similar matters. I practiced my
walking, talking and mannerisms, trying to get them all as feminine and
automatic as I could. And I also practiced with makeup, for several
hours a day until I found myself adept at it.
Finally, though I knew that I could still use a lot of practice to
make myself more confident and comfortable, I knew that I was ready
enough. That I was capable of doing what I needed to, in spite of my
nervousness. Next, I got myself a job as a waitress at a fairly nice
restaurant. For one thing, I definitely needed the money, and it also set
me up for the next part of the plan. Unfortunately, it took two more
weeks before that could go into effect.
Two weeks after I was hired, I was running tables and taking
orders like I usually was, when I noticed someone sitting at another
waitresses table. I stopped and stared for a moment, then grinned to
myself. Perfect, I thought to myself, seeing Rick seated with another
man at what was obviously a business lunch. I knew that if I waited here
for very long, that he'd show up. After all, this was his favorite
restaurant, which was why I'd chosen it. After bribing my co-worker to
trade tables with me, I hurried over to take Rick's order.
"Hello" I said in my sexiest voice, "I'm Sharon and I'll be your
waitress for tonight" I gave Rick a suggestive look, and was pleased to
see him nearly drooling. For that night, I was particularly attentive to
him, ensuring that he got a good look at me. It was obvious that he
couldn't take his eyes off me, which was of course because I looked like
his dream girl, and tried to act like it. Apparently my act was good
enough because he left me a rather large tip. That in itself amused me to
no end.
The next day, Rick was in for dinner again, and this time by
himself. I smiled as I saw my chance. He'd obviously been taken with
me and come to see me again. Taking full advantage of that, I waited on
him again, being even friendlier and trying hard to stay in character. It
worked because before he left, he asked me out on a date. "And I
promise that this time I'll wait on you" he said with a smile when I
accepted.
My date with Rick was two days after he asked me, and I have to
admit that I felt very nervous about it, but anticipating it all the same.
When the night arrived, I dressed up nicely, paying very close attention
to my makeup and hair when I readied myself. Then, feeling almost like
a foolish schoolgirl, I impatiently waited for my date.
It didn't take Rick too long before he arrived, knocking loudly on
my door. I opened it with a smile, then let out an involuntary gasp. He
was wearing an expensive looking suit, and was obviously dressed up to
impress. In spite of myself, I could feel my heart rate beginning to race,
and my nipples getting hard. God, I thought to myself, that he looked
handsome. I was actually getting turned on. Then, I reminded myself
that it was just my new hormones, racing through my body and making
me more the woman that I seemed.
"You look ravishing" he told me, sounding sincere, which
pleased me for some reason. I thanked him, then we started towards his
car, impressing me even more when I noticed that he was driving a
Ferrari. At least I was until I reminded myself that it was bought with
money that had been stolen from me.
We ate dinner at the most expensive and prestigious restaurant in
the city, with Rick being the perfect gentleman the entire time. I ate
better than I'd ever done in my life, and loved every moment of it. We
talked throughout dinner, and since I knew just what interested Rick, I
made very sure that the conversation remained of great interest to him.
The whole thing left me greatly amused.
When dinner was finally over, I let Rick bring me home, then
even gave him a deep kiss at my door. I was caught, halfway at disgust
for myself, for allowing that, but at the same time I also felt excited and
thrilled. That part of me that was a woman was beginning to act up,
drawing me even closer to him. Fortunately I broke the kiss off before I
let myself go further, though I did manage to get another date with Rick.
In fact, he practically begged me for one.
In the next two weeks, Rick and I went out several times. To the
opera, to dinner, and even for a day sailing. In that time, we never went
further than a passionate kiss, and a little touching, which obviously
frustrated Rick, who wanted in my pants so badly that he could taste it.
Or at least he wanted to taste it, if I'd let him.
After one date that went especially well, I finally let him take me
home. To his home. Though I'd seen it several times from a distance, and
had even done some research, the shear size of his mansion still left me
in awe. It was colossal and unbelievably expensive. But as impressed as
I was, this also stoked the cold flame that was burning inside, though I
hid it well. Inside, he showed me around, trying to show off and impress
me more, then we settled down in his living room, with him telling his
butler that he was finished for the day. Then, we started drinking
champagne, and though I knew where that was going, I had no intention
of stopping. I was careful with the amount that I drank so that I wasn't
quite as inebriated as I seemed, but I was still sloshed after an hour or
two.
It was then that Rick led me to his bedroom, and I lost my female
virginity to him. The experience was unbelievable. Sex as a woman was
in some ways better than as a man, especially the multiple orgasm part.
Though I was partly disgusted with myself, I also loved it. I was awash
in sensations and feelings that I'd never before felt, and eager for more.
My dates with Rick intensified, with us spending long passionate
weekends together, and him becoming more and more enamored with
me. I have to admit, that I was definitely finding him attractive, and
enjoyed our lovemaking sessions together. Finally though, after two
months of dating, it happened. Rick asked me to marry him, and I
accepted.
Shortly afterwards, I was dressed in a long white flowing gown,
walking down the isle of the church. People surrounded me on all sides,
many of them very rich or famous, though a couple of the friends I'd
made at the restaurant were there as well. I smiled at Rick as I saw him
move towards me, and cried tears of happiness.
It was all going as planned. Rick was in love with me, and
wrapped completely around my finger. How could he resist his dream
girl? I was getting everything from him that I wanted, and knew that I
would get more. He'd already planned to move much of his properties
and businesses to my name within the week for tax purposes, and would
soon transfer even more. With my access to his wealth, I would be able
to regain what was mine. And better yet, with no prenuptial agreement,
and California's divorce laws, in six months I was going to be very
wealthy indeed, while Rick was going to be left with nothing. I already
had it planned out.
As I said "I do" completing the ceremony and making me the
new Mrs Cameron, I stared at Rick and smiled, thinking "The
honeymoon's about to end" Now it was time to start making Rick's life a
living hell. The kind of hell that can't be created by a worst enemy, but
only by a loved one. By a wife, or soon to be ex-wife. I continued
smiling to myself as I kissed my new husband, thinking that it was true.
This was the happiest day of my life, and it was only going to get better.
The End
Becky
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