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This story was loosely inspired from one chapter of Jack Chalker's book Messiah Choice. The Lesser of Two Evils By Morpheus The soft humming of a fan filled the small office room, though Charles Edwards barely noticed it, having long since grown used to the sound. Instead, Charles absently adjusted his tie, wishing that the company would finally get the air conditioning going. But then he sighed, reminding himself that as a mid-level manager he as at least entitled to his own office which was a lot cooler than the shared cubicle maze that so many of the others worked in. "Almost done." Charles muttered, staring intently at the computer screen in front of him. He'd been trying to finish the budget report all morning and was relieved to finally be nearing that goal. Then glancing at the Dilbert clipping which was taped to his desk, Charles muttered, "But at least now I know that hell must be an overheated office." "Not quite." A voice suddenly said, making Charles jump with surprise. Charles was almost immediately out of his chair and staring at a man who had appeared several feet away. The man looked to be in his early thirties, had light brown hair and was wearing an impeccable gray suit with a bright red tie. With a quick glance at the door, Charles was even more surprised that it was not only still shut but locked as well. And he clearly remembered locking it when he'd come in. The strange man gave Charles a faint smile then continued, "Hell is actually much nicer than this. At least for some of us." Then with that, the strange man gave Charles another smile. "Who are you?" Charles demanded, glancing around nervously, wondering who this man was and how he'd gotten inside. Was he a new executive, perhaps another vice president come to look over all the humble workers? "My name isn't quite pronounceable to your kind." The stranger smiled pleasantly, absently adjusting his own tie. "The closest pronunciation would be Spelzekobob... but you can call me Bob for short." Then Bob held his hand out. Charles stared at him, becoming determined to at least try not to show his surprise. "Charles Edwards." Charles answered, shaking Bob's hand and becoming even more curious as to who this man was. He certainly didn't seem like a visiting vice president. "Very perceptive of you." Bob said, seeming almost to have read Charles' mind. "As a matter of fact," Bob continued smoothly, "I did read your mind." "What?" Charles demanded, beginning to really feel spooked. Bob sighed and shook his head. "I am an agent of the Post Mortem Sub-level Existence and with the Soul Collection Branch, or in terms that you might prefer..." Bob smiled, "I'm a demon from Hell." Charles blinked, staring at Bob for a moment then he broke out laughing. "That's funny." he admitted, "But who put you up to this? Derrick Bressler? No... wait." Charles chuckled, "I bet it was Anthony Parker. He has the spare key to my office." "Nope." Bob chuckled himself. "No joke, at least not from any human source. After all, could any human do this?" And with that, Bob was suddenly gone. "Over here." Bob's voice said, coming from the other side of the room where he now stood. "Pretty nice, eh. One of the many advantages to being a civil servant from... my home." "No way." Charles gasped. "This is some kind of trick." "Is it?" Bob asked cheerfully, "Or would you be more inclined to believe me if I looked more the part?" And with that, Charles was startled to see two bumps start to push out from Bob's forehead, quickly forming into two very obvious horns. And at the same time, Bob's skin turned bright red and he grew a nasty looking black pointed goatee. "Is this better?" "Wha... what's going on?" Charles gasped, his eyes going wide. He could feel his heart racing a mile a minute as he realized that this had to be real. How, he didn't know, but he was sure that no special effects could do what he was watching at the moment. Still smiling, Bob took a couple steps closer to Charles, reverting to his previous appearance at the same time. "As I said, I'm a denizen of the underworld and I am here to amuse myself at your expense." Charles took an instinctive step backwards; starting to feel more than a little scared. "Why me?" he asked, still not positive that he believed what Bob was telling him but being just sure enough to be worried. "Why not?" Bob answered, still smiling cheerfully. "You were a good churchgoer until you were 15 years old. You're 32 years old, single, have no children and this lovely management job. I chose you for no particular reason. In fact, I pretty much pulled your name out of a hat." Then Bob chuckled, taking several steps towards Charles but still not looking very menacing. "And what are you planning to do?" Charles demanded, glaring at Bob and refusing to show how afraid he was. After all, Bob may claim to be a demon but he sure as hell didn't look like any kind of real threat. Bob chuckled, "Actually, I'm not quite sure myself yet. I've got a couple of ideas but I'm not sure which one I'm going to use." Charles almost let out a sigh of relief at this, but then Bob continued. "I'll tell you what. I'll let you choose." "Me?" Charles gasped in surprise. "Why not?" Bob chuckled. "It might make things more interesting for me. Now, your choices are either..." Bob paused for a moment, looking thoughtful. "I know. Either you get convicted of embezzlement and lose your job, or... you accept a demotion within your company." Charles winced, barely able to believe what he was hearing. "You're threatening to frame me for embezzlement?" Then at Bob's cheerful nod, Charles went pale. "Good lord." "I'm afraid that he has nothing to do with this." Bob pointed out. "It's just between you and I." "I guess I don't have much choice." Charles sighed. He looked around his office, realizing that it was much better to lose his nice job than to lose his job entirely and end up in prison. It was the lesser of the two evils and as much as he didn't like it, he knew that he had no choice but to accept. "I'll take the demotion." Charles whispered, feeling defeated. Bob just smiled faintly, saying, "I rather suspected that you might." Then his eyes started to glow an eerie red, which made Charles want to run away as fast as he could, if he could get past Bob to the door that was. Then a strange mist began to flood the room. Charles couldn't see more than two inches from his face. His heart raced, as he frantically looked around, more than just a little afraid. But then, the mist started to fade away and Charles was startled to find himself standing next to a desk that definitely wasn't his. It was sitting out in the open, surrounded by several other desks. "That should do it." Bob said from next to him, adjusting his tie absently. "This is now your desk and no one will ever remember otherwise. As far as they are concerned, you have never been in management." Charles stared at the desk in horror, wincing at the realization that all of his years of hard work and effort to get promoted were gone. His job, his office, all taken away with the wave of Bob's hand. "It's not fair." Charles whined. "Who said that life is fair?" Bob asked, actually having a concerned look on his face. "I'll let you enjoy some of the changes to your life," Bob added, "but I think that I'll see you later. Bye." And with that, Bob was suddenly gone. No puff of smoke, no flash of light. One second he was there, the next second he wasn't. "This is not good." Charles muttered, glancing around nervously. Suddenly Charles heard someone cough behind him. When he turned around, he saw a man in his mid twenties, frowning. "Look Charles, we don't pay you to just stand around staring at the walls so get back to work." Then the man walked off while Charles winced again, realizing just how much respect he'd just lost. "I'll get it back." Charles told himself with determination. As he sat at his new desk, starting to go over the paperwork that covered it, he reminded himself that he had the years of experience, even if the others might not remember it. "I'll get it back again." He told himself firmly, knowing that with a lot of hard work and dedication he could earn his old position back. It would just take some time. Then with a renewed determination, Charles started on his new job. -------------------- The next day, Charles was sitting at his new desk, sweating from the heat of the shared room and wincing every time someone in management would walk by. It was like throwing salt on the wound of what had happened, reminding him of what Bob had done to him, for no reason other than his own amusement. But still, Charles refused to give up. Each time he was reminded of what he'd lost in one day, he doubled his effort, knowing that he was going to get his old position back some day. Charles grimaced, thinking about how he didn't even have his old car or house anymore. They had been taken along with his job, though a much smaller house and car had been left in their place. He wouldn't even have known if it wasn't for the new keys that he'd found when he tried driving home the day before or the different address on his driver's license. But still, he knew that he'd be able to survive without the luxuries he was used to so he decided to focus his attention back on the job at hand and leave the whining until he was back home. "Just great." Charles grumbled to himself, staring his computer, which had locked up for the third time in an hour. His old one never would have been in such a condition without being replaced. "Now I'll never get this done on time." Sighing, Charles got up from his desk, deciding to take a quick break before trying to get back to work again. He groaned and started towards the break room, thinking that maybe a cup of coffee and a couple Twinkies might be good. When Charles reached the break room, he glanced around, seeing that no one else was in there. He frowned at that, feeling a little disappointed. Charles had actually been looking forward to sharing a little office gossip with someone and getting to know his new co-workers just a little better. After all, he didn't know how long he might be working with them. Just after Charles had bent over to pull the dropped Twinkies out of the vending machine, he heard someone cough behind him. "Excuse me," a man said, "But do you have change for a five?" "Let me check." Charles muttered, straightening up and turning around, reaching for his wallet as he did so. However, as soon as he saw who it was, his eyes went wide and he gasped in surprise. "Bob." Bob stood there, adjusting the bright blue tie, which was the only change n his suite from the day before. "I'm pleased that you remember me," He said with a wry grin. "And how have you been?" Charles glared at him for a moment, and then gathering his courage he demanded. "Why are you here again? Come to laugh at me?" "Not really." Bob answered, smiling in a friendly manner. "Actually, I've decided that this really isn't all that entertaining. So instead, I am going to offer you another choice." "Another choice." Charles gasped, paling slightly. "Why not?" Bob chuckled. "Besides, wouldn't you rather have some choice in the matter than having me just choose something terrible and then surprising you with it?" Before Charles could answer, Bob continued, "Of course you would. Isn't that what everybody wants? The ability to choose?" Lowering his head in defeat though still keeping the determined fire burning in his eyes, Charles whispered, "What do you want? What...choices do you mean?" Bob smiled and held his hand out, palm upward. A small ball of light formed it in and then expanded to just a little larger than a basketball, becoming clearer as it did so. "Watch and see your first choice." Bob said. Charles watched with a nervous fascination as an image started to take form inside of the sphere. It was a human being, sort of. It was an image of a man, but a man who was so hideous and disfigured that Charles winced, nearly wanting to empty his stomach. The man's face looked like something from a Picasso painting while his whole body was badly scarred and twisted. "What's that?" Charles gasped in horror, dreading the answer. "Your new body." Bob answered with a cheerful smile. "Don't you like it?" But then seeing the look on Charles' pale face, Bob continued. "Now for option two." At this, he held out his other hand, forming a similar ball of light to the first. "Watch closely." Bob instructed Charles as the image began to take shape. After staring at the image in the sphere for a moment, Charles gulped and glanced back at Bob. "What kind of sick joke is this?" He turned his attention back to the sphere, or more specifically the very attractive woman who was inside it. She had shoulder length dark brown hair and couldn't be more than 25. "You can't be serious." Bob chuckled, pulling his hands away from both spheres though they continued to remain in place, floating unsupported in the air. "The choice is simple. Either you lose any beauty or attractiveness you possess, or you surrender your very manhood." Then Bob chuckled even more. "The choice is of course up to you." "No." Charles gasped, frantically looking from one of the spheres to the other. He couldn't believe the choice that was offered. Either become some sort of hideous freak or get turned into a woman. "Not easy, is it." Bob teased, still somehow managing to look almost cheerful and friendly as he said it. For a long minute, Charles just stood there, staring back and forth between the spheres. "If you don't decide soon," Bob said cheerfully, "I'll have to decide for you. Maybe even something far worse." Then Bob started rubbing at his chin thoughtfully. "The woman." Charles blurted out, terrified that Bob might come up with something even worse, "I choose the woman." Without a word, Bob just smiled; poking both spheres simultaneously with his fingers and making them pop like bubbles. "Very well." Bob sighed, almost sounding disappointed. And with that, his eyes started to glow red and a mist began to form around the room. Charles stepped back as the mist swirled around him, going faster and faster around his body. Every fiber of his being began to feel strange. Both tingly and numb at the same time. Then oddly enough, he could feel his very flesh shifting and moving underneath his clothes. His bones cracked and moved with his muscles and body tissue changing to accommodate this. "No." Charles gasped as he felt his crotch pulling up inside of his body, but at that very instant, his chest began to swell and push outward. "Oh no." He gasped again, feeling his fingernails growing longer as he grabbed his new breasts. But still, the mist continued to swirl around Charles, going faster and faster. He stared at himself in shock and horror, unable to believe that this was really happening. He had to be having a dream, he knew it. A nightmare. But if that was true, he thought frantically, why wasn't he waking up? Suddenly the mist vanished and Charles stood there, almost too stunned to move. He glanced at Bob, absently noticing that Bob seemed a bit taller than before. But then Charles looked down at himself and gulped. His whole body had transformed into one that was obviously female, the same one that he'd seen in the sphere. And at the same time, even his clothing had changed. He was wearing a professional looking white blouse with dark blue skirt, even having a purse slung over his shoulder. "Do you like it?" Bob asked, sounding almost curious. "I must admit, you are even better looking than I would have suspected. No super-model of course, but still very attractive." Then with a chuckle, Bob added, "But of course you're no longer a man. You're just a helpless woman and a secretary at that." "But..." Charles gasped, stopping as he heard the woman's voice instead of his own. Bob smiled sympathetically and then patted Charles on the back. "Don't cry my dear. You'll get used to it in time. I've even been generous enough to help ease your adjustment a little." "But...but...but..." Charles whimpered, grabbing at his new breasts, "Why are you doing this to me?" "For amusement." Bob answered with a friendly smile. "You wouldn't believe how boring and monotonous Hell really is. It's tragic." Bob sighed and then glanced down at the Mickey Mouse watch on his wrist that Charles just noticed. "I'm afraid that it's time for me to go. Goodbye Charlene." And with that, Bob was suddenly gone. Charles stared at the spot that Bob had occupied, gulping nervously and trying not to think about how strange he suddenly felt. About the weight on his chest. Then, he finally got up the nerve to look down and nearly fainted as he did so, even though he already knew what was going to be there. Even though he'd already touched them. They were his now, and he knew that they probably would be for life. After a few more minutes of hesitant touching of his body, Charles blushed, suddenly realizing that he was still in the break room and that someone else could come in at any moment. Then he remembered the purse that was slung over his shoulder, quickly pulling it open and examining the contents. There were tissues, tampons, makeup, keys, a brush and best of all, a wallet. Charles almost let out a sigh of relief as he opened it up, quickly flipping to the driver's license. "Charlene Edwards." Charles, now Charlene read. She sighed, knowing that she'd have to get used to it since it was going to be her name from now on. Then she noticed the birthday. "Oh God," she whispered, "I'm only 24 now." Just then, somewhat short and plump woman in her late thirties came in. She gave Charlene a cheerful smile, saying, "Morning Charlene." "Hi." Charlene responded back nervously, trying to keep her discomfort from showing. She vaguely recognized the woman from around the building, but she didn't know who she really was. But then, Charlene was startled to realize that she did know the woman's name. She was Cindy Parkins. Cindy went to the vending machine and started putting her money in, cheerfully chatting about nothing in particular as she did so. As far as Charlene could figure out, it was gossip about some other woman that Cindy had been arguing with earlier that morning. But when Cindy had finished and was about to leave the break room, she told Charlene, "You might want to get back soon. Mr. Carson was asking for you a couple minutes ago." And with that, Cindy left Charlene alone again. "I might as well." Charlene grumbled to herself, knowing that losing her job was the last thing that she needed. Especially with everything else that had been happening to her all at once. And from what Bob had said, she doubted that she even had the same job that she started the day with. "Hello secretary pool, here I come." With a sigh, Charlene left the break room, absently noticing as she did so that she wasn't bothered in the least by the high-heeled shoes. She remembered that Bob had mentioned easing her adjustment. That was obviously a part of it, though she began to dread just what else he might have done to 'help'. It didn't take Charlene long to find her newest and latest desk, led by some inborn instinctive knowledge that had obviously been part of Bob's assistance. And as she had feared, she was indeed now a secretary. But what was far worse than having been not only turned into a woman and a secretary but finding out that her new boss was Bill Carson. The same Bill Carson that she used to work directly for her. It was with a strong feeling of shame that Charlene started her duties as a secretary. -------------------- When the day was finally over, Charlene left the building, feeling relieved to be done with it. Bill Carson may have been something of an incompetent as one of her subordinates, but as a supervisor he was a living nightmare. Every breath he made practically screamed for a sexual harassment suit, but somehow he kept it just barely belong the line and subtle enough that Charlene doubted that she could ever do anything about it. "I'm glad that's over with," she muttered to herself, following the instinct that had directed her through her work for the day and led her to her new car. She frowned at the very sight of it. It was a ten-year-old Chevy with several obvious dings and dents in it. Not great, but she reminded herself that at least it was transportation. But still, she couldn't help but think of that Adam Sandler song spit out, "Piece of shit car." At least it was compared to what she used to drive. Once Charlene was sitting in the car, she pulled out her driver's license again and stared at the address that was on there. "Just great." she grumbled to herself. "My third home in two days." But then she sighed and started the car, barely able to wait to get 'home' and relax. Charlene arrived at her new 'home' a short while later; she walked inside of her new apartment and frowned. She used to have her own house, but now... now she just had a one-bedroom apartment that wasn't much bigger than her living room alone had been. However, in spite of that, Charlene barely gave it any notice after the initial reaction. "I've got to see this sometime." Charlene told herself, quickly stripping off her clothes, determined to see her full body. The thought frightened and embarrassed her but she knew that she'd have to face it sooner or later and had decided that sooner would probably be better in the long run. "Stupid bra." She grumbled, finally getting it undone and dropping it to the floor. A minute later, Charlene stood there naked and carefully examined her body. She thought that she should probably feel some sort of sexual excitement at seeing a naked woman's body so personally and from such a unique angle, but she didn't. All she could feel was discomfort over what she'd become and even some shame for having chosen it herself. Later that night, before going to bed, Charlene sat at the foot of her bed and did something that she hadn't done in well over a decade. She prayed. Charlene pushed aside her pride and her former disbelief in the supreme power and tearfully begged him to help her. -------------------- Charlene let out a sigh of relieve as she stepped through the door, finally home after another long and hard day at work. Bill Carson had been just as bad as every other day that week, nearly driving her crazy with his erratic demands and veiled innuendo's. "Damn him. "Charlene growled, not sure herself whether she meant Bill or Bob for putting her into that mess in the first place. It had been nearly a week and a half since she'd become Charlene and it hadn't been easy for her. Of course Bob's help to adapt had proven invaluable, though she didn't know whether to be thankful for that or hate it. Either way, she knew that she wouldn't have survived either as a woman or as Bill's secretary without it. "But it's better than being that... thing." Charlene reminded herself for the millionth time since it had happened. But still, that did little to soothe Charlene's mood as she went about microwaving some leftovers for dinner. When she sat down to eat the reheated spaghetti, Charlene once again thought about her day at work. About how drastically things had changed for her, going from a manager to nothing more than a secretary. She grimaced, not at all liking the idea of being trapped for the rest of her life in the role that Bob had set her in. Then again, that was why she'd already decided to try taking night classes when she could. So that she could get her degree again and move up in the world. After all, she figured that it certainly couldn't be too hard to do again for someone who'd already done it once. Once Charlene had finished eating, she threw the dishes into the sink and stumbled back towards the TV set, hoping that a few hours of mindless entertainment might help her relax. However, before she could even reach the remote, the TV came on by itself. Charlene jumped back in surprise, exclaiming, "What the hell?" "Don't you mean whom from hell?" came Bob's familiar voice from behind her. Charlene snapped around, seeing Bob standing there, dressed in a pair of black slacks and a blue button up shirt while grinning cheerfully. "Southpark should be on in a few minutes." Bob commented absently, almost as if they were longtime friends. "I believe that this is the one with..." "What do you want?" Charlene suddenly demanded. Bob glared at her slightly at the interruption, but Charlene barely noticed. "Haven't you done enough to me already?" She grimaced, feeling the tears threatening to come out. Bob sighed. "You were the one who chose this option." Bob reminded her gently, almost sympathetically. "After all, you could just as easily have chosen the other one." Charlene just glared at Bob, caught between feelings of hatred and terror. "Why are you here again?" she asked, somehow managing to keep her voice under control though it did quiver a little. "Can't you just leave me alone?" At this, Charlene could no longer hold the tears back. "Is that any way to talk to an old friend?" Bob sighed, shaking his head and looking disappointed. Then with a grin, he added, "It's been somewhat amusing watching you adjust, but honestly... I'm beginning to get a little bored again." "Oh no." Charlene gasped, glancing around frantically for a way out though she knew that there wasn't any available. Bob just sat there with a smile on his face. "Go away!" Charlene yelled at him, rushing at him ready to attack. But as soon as she threw her fist, Bob was no longer there. He was sitting several feet away and looking amused. "Is that it?" Bob teased. "I've had better fights from roosters." Then he chuckled to himself, adding, "But then again, you're not a rooster anymore. You're just a hen." But after a moment, Bob smiled a little more gently. "I'm sorry. That wasn't very polite of me." Charlene frowned, more than a little surprised at Bob's apology. But then again, she reminded herself that he had almost always been polite and friendly towards her, at least as far as appearances went. "Just leave me alone," she whispered, shaking badly as she stood there. Bob shook his head, "Sorry, I can't do that. However, it is time to raise the stakes again. You know the game." And with that, Bob held both of his hands out, a transparent sphere once again forming in each." For a moment Bob just stood there smiling, then he let go of the spheres, letting them float where they were. "Since you haven't been happy as a woman, I've decided to give you the opportunity to reverse your last choice... though the stakes have gone up of course." Bob winked at Charlene then stated, "Now choose." For a moment, Charlene just stared at the spheres, feeling horribly afraid. It was almost without even thinking about it though that she stepped forward for a better look, driven by her morbid curiosity. She looked into the first sphere and saw a hideous image. It looked like the twisted and ugly man that she'd had the choice of becoming before, but even more twisted and uglier. He even seemed to have a few open sores, which made Charlene gag in disgust. "Oh God." she gasped, holding her hand over her mouth and then looking at the other sphere. Charlene saw that the next sphere also had an image. An image of a woman, much like she appeared now, but definitely very different. The woman in the image had longer hair, bigger breasts and an all around sexier figure. She was also wearing cheap looking skimpy clothes and looked rather trashy. But Charlene suspected that there was more to it than just that. She could feel it. Off to the side, Bob just smiled and gave Charlene a thumbs up before starting to hum the theme to Jeopardy. Finally he asked, "Well? Have you made up your mind yet?" "Yes." Charlene whispered, staring at the ground in shame. What kind of choice was it though, she thought to herself. Two horrible choices weren't much of a choice at all. All she could do was choose the lesser of the two evils. She winced at the thought of what she was going to choose then reminded herself that it couldn't really be any worse than what she was now. After all, Bob had already turned her into a woman. "I choose her." She gestured towards the sphere with the woman in it. "As you wish." Bob sighed, sounding somewhat disappointed again. Charlene almost smiled at that, feeling as if she'd at least won a small victory from Bob though she wasn't really sure why. But if he was disappointed that she'd chosen it, then it had to have been the better choice. Bob's eyes once again started to glow red and he gestured absently with his hands. Both spheres popped and vanished as if they hadn't ever been there, while at the same time, a grayish mist started to fill the room. Charlene waited nervously while it swirled around everything else and then started to swirl around her. "Here I go again." she whispered to herself. Then Charlene braced herself as the strange sensation that she'd felt before hit her again. After a few seconds, which seemed to stretch into a few hours, the odd sensations faded, as did the mist. Charlene glanced down, seeing that her chest was indeed a little bigger than before. Her clothes had all changed as well. No longer was she wearing the nice skirt and blouse that were her working clothes but a pair of cutoff blue jeans and a tight tube top. Charlene frowned at the changes in her body but wasn't too shocked. After all, she'd already been turned into a woman so what was a cup size or so larger? However, her mouth and throat did feel a little rougher and she had an odd taste in her mouth. But the real surprise came when Charlene looked around her apartment, gasping at how small and bare it was. This was obviously not the same apartment that she had been in mere minutes before. "What did you do?" Charlene asked, forcing her voice to remain calm and show no sign of how nervous she was. Bob smiled cheerfully. "Not much. I've made a few more... improvements in your life." "What kind?" she whispered, already knowing that she wouldn't like the answer. "Oh, for one," Bob told her with a grin, "you're no longer a secretary. You live off of unemployment and occasional jobs at fast food franchises. Since you dropped out of high school in your new life, things might be a little more challenging now." Then Bob started chuckling. "You bastard!" Charlene snarled, glaring at him and wishing more than anything that he would die. Bob just gave a hurt look. "Just leave me alone!" "I'm sorry to hear that you feel that way." Bob told her, sighing with mock disappointment. "But since you asked so nicely, I will take my leave." Then suddenly Bob was gone again. "Damn him." Charlene swore, grimacing as she started to walk around and get a better look at her newest home. She was furious with herself for having let Bob get to her again. For not running away so that he couldn't keep ruining her life. Every time she started to make any headway at all, he came back and dashed all of her hopes. "Damn him." She repeated again, this time with a little less force, climbing onto her bed and crying into her pillow. -------------------- It was just barely more than six hours since Charlene's latest transformation and she sat on the edge of the old worn out couch that was in the middle of the living room of her small one bedroom apartment. She frowned as she shifted position, absently crossing her legs in a feminine manner to get more comfortable. "My first step is to get a job." Charlene told herself, trying to remain calm and plan her next step. The thought of working in fast food for the rest of her life was even less appealing than being a secretary, though she had to admit to herself that since every time she started to get anywhere and Bob threw her back further, she was almost too tired to do it again. "I can get a GED." she told herself, "Then I can get a better job." Charlene sighed then reached for the pack of Newports that sat on the coffee table without thinking about it. It wasn't until after she'd pulled one of the cigarettes out of the pack and was holding it between her fingers comfortably did she realize what she was doing. "But I don't smoke." she gasped. But at the same time, she stared at the cigarette, feeling an almost overwhelming urge for one. Somehow, she knew that she was now a pack a day smoker. "It's a disgusting habit." Charlene protested, but it did little good. Some new part of her wanted one and shrugged off all the protests and rationalizations that she had. Almost in spite of herself, she lit the cigarette and took a deep drag, feeling relieved and just a little more relaxed as she blew out the smoke. Also feeling as if she'd done it all a million times before. For several minutes, Charlene smoked and watched the smoke float overhead; thinking as she did so that she could definitely use a beer, even though Charles had rarely drank at all. But then she frowned thoughtfully; realizing that like her newly gained smoking addiction, that was probably a 'gift' from Bob. And as she thought about it, she realized that she'd gained even more adaptation to her new life than the last time. Even her movements were all feminine now. She wasn't even sure that she could walk like a man again without making it look fake and exaggerated. "Damn him." Charlene growled. "That cocksucking bastard really likes fucking with me." Then she grimaced, realizing that even her vocabulary and way of talking had changed. "Damn him!" she repeated again. "Sorry to disappoint you," Bob's voice suddenly came from behind her, making Charlene jump up in surprise and drop her cigarette, "but I'm already damned. Part and parcel of my job." Charlene stared at Bob who was standing behind the couch, this time dressed in a pair of baggy knee length shorts and a red T shirt. "What the fuck are you here for again?" Bob just smiled politely. "I came to say goodbye actually." "Goodbye?" Charlene repeated, feeling both confused and relieved at the same time. She wasn't sure what was going on yet, but if Bob was saying goodbye, then she thought that it had to be good for her. After giving a deep sigh, Bob sadly said, "Unfortunately, I've been recalled to... my home office." He gave an embarrassed grin at that. "Oh, I'm sorry to hear that." Charlene responded sarcastically. "I'm really going to miss you." "And I you." Bob told her, sounding sincere as he said it. "And since I'm going to miss you so much, I thought that I'd leave you with another gift a little early." Charlene gulped at that, not liking the sound of it. So far none of Bob's 'gifts' had been anything good for her. "What do you mean?" she finally asked. Bob just smiled, then held his hands out to the side and snapped his fingers. Once again, two basketball sized spheres floated in the air. "Another choice." he told her cheerfully. "On the left..." Bob gestured to the sphere on his left, "You can regain your lost manhood." She hated the thought of what she was going to see, but Charlene knew that she had to look. Inside the sphere was the twisted and hideous man that she'd seen before, though he stood there completely naked and even more hideous and twisted than before. His arms and legs were bent at odd angles and not of the same length. His penis hung down between his legs, over a foot long and almost as twisted as the rest of his body. And his face bore a grimace of pain. "Oh God." Charlene choked out, closing her eyes and taking a deep breath to keep from vomiting. "And on the right..." Bob grinned, gesturing to that sphere. "No." Charlene whispered, forcing herself to look into that sphere as well. The image was of herself without too noticeable of a change, though her clothes were even skimpier and trashier. "The choice..." Bob told her seriously, "is between your manhood, though in a hideous and twisted existence, filled with physical pain. Or..." he paused dramatically, "The life of a woman, filled with many physical pleasures, though much humiliation and degradation. The life of a freak... or the life of a whore." "A whore?" she gasped out, staring at the image in disgust. "You want to turn me into a fucking hooker?" "Those are your choices." Bob said with a smile. "Which do you choose?" "I can't...." Charlene gasped out, stepping backwards and trying to get away from Bob. However, she suddenly found that she couldn't step back any further. It was as if an invisible wall was blocking her way. "No...." Bob just shook his head, looking a little disappointed. "If you don't choose one of these options, I can always come up with something even more interesting for you. Here I was, trying to be courteous and give you some choice in your fate and you aren't even thankful." Then Bob got a thoughtful look on his face and mused, "I wonder what I can do with a dog...." "Fuck no!" Charlene gasped. "You ass hole." The thought of being turned into a dog, or even worse made Charlene's stomach turn, even more so than her other options. She grimaced, knowing that the only way to avoid losing her humanity completely was to choose the lesser of the other two evils. "The hooker." she whispered in defeat. "I choose the fucking hooker." Then Bob started chuckling evilly. "I thought that you might." He continued to chuckle as the mist once again started to envelop Charlene and the room. When the mist cleared, Charlene realized that Bob no longer looked quite as tall to her, though she also quickly realized that it was due to the 5-inch heels on her feet. She was also wearing a pair of fishnet stockings, a black leather skirt and a crimson shirt, which left little to the imagination. And from the breeze against her crotch, she also realized that she wasn't wearing any underwear. But at the same time, Charlene giggled, feeling really, really good. "Whadya do to me?" she giggled, feeling just a little dizzy. "Oh that's simple." Bob told her with a satisfied tone in his voice. "You're a heroine addict now." Charlene gasped at that while Bob continued, "And I did it all within the rules." "What fucking rules?" Charlene demanded, trying to keep her thoughts straight, which wasn't easy. She glanced around the small and gaudy looking apartment, then back at Bob who was grinning cheerfully. "The rule that since you were baptized," Bob said easily, "I can't do ANYTHING to you without your permission." Charlene frowned, trying to think it through though her thoughts were much more sluggish than usual. "But I didn't give you perm... permission to do this." She frowned, staring at Bob in confusion and trying not to rub her tits. "Of course you did." Bob told her with a smile. "Every time you made a choice, you gave me permission to do that to you." "Shit." Charlene gasped, a horrible realization dawning on her. Bob just started laughing again. "Yes my dear Cherry, for that is your new name, you can thank yourself for this new life that you chose. By the way, your pimp is outside the door, finalizing the transaction with a new customer." "You fucking bastard?" Cherry snarled. But Bob just laughed. "Have fun." he told her, suddenly disappearing though his evil mocking laugh continued to fill Cherry's ears. Cherry stared at up at the mirrors on the wall and the cheap looking whore who stared back. She winced at the image, realizing that she could easily have avoided her fate by not choosing at all. That sometimes, the only right choice is not to choose at all. That sometimes, even choosing the lesser of two evils could lead to unnecessary ruin. Suddenly the door slung open and a dirty looking middle-aged man stepped in with a lustful look on his face. He was already reaching for his belt buckle. Cherry slumped in defeat, knowing that she no longer had a choice in her life. The heroine and her pimp would ensure that, and she knew that the worst part was that she's put herself there. With tears in her eyes she gave up any hope of escaping and moved over to the man who'd just entered, forcing a smile to her lips as she readied herself for the john. THE END