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The Other Side of the Coin By Morpheus Janet leaned forward on her barstool, showing a flash of thigh to one of the men who she knew was watching her. She smiled faintly to herself, though she refused to look towards them. Janet knew very well why they were watching her. Not only was she a gorgeous 27-year-old woman with a knockout figure, but she was dressed to kill as well. The sexy red dress she wore perfectly matched her long wavy auburn hair, and the stiletto heels she had on showed her legs to their best advantage. She would have been shocked if the men in the singles bar hadn't been looking at her. After a few more minutes of showing glimpses of her thigh, Janet noticed that one man was slowly moving towards her. He looked to be in his mid to late thirties, was a little overweight, and even had hairline that was noticeably receding. "Excuse me, miss..." the man said politely to Janet, sounding a little nervous, "but I was wondering if I might buy you a drink." For a moment Janet just stared at this man, then she sneered, "Get real you loser. Do you really think I'd go out with someone like you? That you have any chance of getting me in the sack?" Janet snorted loudly. "You're pathetic. Now get away from me you creep before I get sick." "But..." the man gasped, his eyes wide. For a moment Janet was sure that from the look on his face he was going to start crying, then almost to her disappointment he turned around and started walking away, slouching badly as he did so. With a sneer, Janet thought, "What a loser." Then she grinned in amusement at just how easily she'd shattered his fragile male ego. In spite of how she was dressed and flirting, she had absolutely no interest in any of the men around her. As far as she was concerned, all men were nothing more than chauvinistic assholes who thought of nothing but sex. The only thing they were good for was for the occasional fuck and whatever she could get from them. She didn't care that she just got them all hot and bothered with her teasing, and then slammed them hard. In fact, she enjoyed it. She loved teasing the animal, which is just what she thought of them. "You were kind of hard on him," a male voice suddenly interrupted Janet's thoughts. She turned quickly and saw a dark haired and well dressed man sitting on the stool next to her. "You could have been a little nicer about turning him down." Janet was about to snap at this latest man, but then she wondered if he might be rich. His clothes certainly looked expensive at least. "And you are...?" she asked sexily. The man smiled faintly. "My name's Randal. And yours?" "Janet Freemont," she answered back, making sure that she shifted position to give him a glimpse of her cleavage. "Aaah," Randal sighed, "I think I've heard a lot about you." "Nothing too bad I hope," Janet said with a smile. Randal frowned faintly, and then suddenly changed the subject. "Did you have to be so hard on poor John there? He was only trying to be friendly and you hurt him." Janet frowned, not liking that question. So what if she'd insulted what's his name. It wasn't like it was any of Randal's business. "And why does that matter to you?" she asked rather pointedly. For a moment, Randal just stared at Janet, almost as if trying to come to some kind of decision. "You know," he finally said, "I've actually been watching you for awhile. You keep coming to these singles bars and clubs, flirting and looking suggestive. And whenever anyone gets the courage up to ask you out, or to even say hi, you verbally attack them. You take a cruel delight in shredding their ego's and their pride." Suddenly having had more than enough of that conversation, Janet slapped Randal's face, snapping, "And what business is that of yours? I don't know who you think you are, but if you don't get away from me right this minute, I'm going to call the cops." Janet stood up and glared at Randal, then in a confidential whisper, she added, "And I'll tell them how you tried to rape me." Randal nodded, seeming unsurprised and not the least bit worried as he rubbed his cheek. "Like you got one of your co-workers fired for sexual harassment when all he did was ask you out on a date once? Or when you broke up Mark Hanson's engagement by lying to his fianc?e and telling her that he'd seduced you into sleeping with him, when the truth was that he'd just turned you down?" Randal shook his head sadly. "How do you know..." Janet demanded, staring nervously at Randal. "Because," Randal smiled faintly, pulling something out of his pocket, "I'm what you might call a warlock." He opened his hand and held out a small coin, which he set down on the counter. "You're a cruel woman who cares nothing about other people's feelings, especially men's. You hurt men again and again, then have the indecency to cry out that you're the one being mistreated." Randal stood up, beginning to look angry himself. "I would call you a bitch, but that would be a disservice to female canines everywhere." "You bastard," Janet spat out furiously, trying to slap Randal again, though her hand didn't obey. She wanted to turn and leave, but for some reason she couldn't. It was as if she couldn't bring herself to actually turn away from Randal. Instead she just thought to herself how sorry she was going to make that psycho. One quick call to the police should do it she decided. Sighing Randal said, "You sneer at men, treating them like garbage and refusing to even try seeing things from their point of view. There's more than one side to a coin you know, but you refuse to see it. All you want to see is your own side. All you think about is your own selfish desires." Randal paused for a moment, staring at Janet with a wicked gleam in his eyes. "Now I'm going to give you a chance to see the other side of the coin." And with that, Randal suddenly flipped the coin on the counter over and Janet gasped as she felt a cold chill run through her. It was almost as if an icy wind had somehow touched her bones. Randal nodded, picking up the coin and slipping it into his pocket. Then saying, "Enjoy your curse," he turned and left Janet standing there alone. For a moment Janet just stood where she was, completely shocked by the strange thing that had just happened to her, but then she snapped to and looked around for Randal, though she saw no sign of him. He'd completely vanished. Shuddering from the memory of how spooky that had been, Janet decided that maybe she'd go home a little early. She certainly didn't want to run into that crazy man again. ----- After Janet had returned home, she took a long satisfying bath before sitting down in front of the television to relax. She couldn't get that strange Randal out of her mind. He'd made her feel so vulnerable, which was not a feeling she was either used to or liked. No, she didn't like it in the least. Janet had been watching TV for a while and even managed to put the incident with Randal out of her mind, when suddenly she felt an icy chill flash through her body. Bolting upright from her chair, Janet gasped at the strange numbness that was spreading through her limbs. But at the same time, she could still feel and move them. "What's wrong with me?" she asked herself as she stood up. However she had no answer, only the memory of Randal's farewell. "Just my imagination." She sighed, feeling foolish for letting herself worry about something as ridiculous as a crazy man cursing her. Sitting back down, Janet absently rubbed at an itch along her arm, only to have her fingers feel something strange. Janet looked down at the spot she'd been rubbing and gasped in shock at seeing the hair on her arm. It wasn't the fine almost nonexistent hair she was used to, but instead was thick and dark. And worse, it seemed to be growing all over her arms. Janet screamed as she jumped to her feet, pulling the sleeves of her bathrobe even further back so that she could get a better look at her arms, but there was no denying what she was. Both of her arms were getting harrier, right in front of her very eyes. "This can't be happening...." Janet whispered to herself, completely shocked. "This is impossible." Then thinking of Randal, she thought, "He must have put something into one of my drinks. It's the only explanation." But somehow Janet couldn't bring herself to completely believe that. Then the itching feeling started on Janet's breasts. She tore open her bathrobe and stared in horror at the hairs that were beginning to sprout all over her lovely breasts. More and more hairs formed right before her eyes. As she scratched at the newly grown hair, Janet was just as horrified if not more so to feel her breasts shifting under her fingers. They were getting smaller, shrinking in on her. "Oh no," she whispered, too horrified to think straight. "I've got to get to a doctor. I need to get to the hospital quickly." Janet grasped her breasts tightly, clutching them as if somehow that would keep them from dwindling further, though it did little good. Even her nipples were shrinking and very soon Janet found herself just as flat-chested as she'd been before puberty. "This can't be happening..." she sobbed to herself, half hysterical. But still, she knew that whatever was happening to her wasn't over. She could still feel the tingling and itching all over her body. Tearing open her bathrobe the rest of the way, Janet's eyes widened in horror at the hair, which covered her belly, and the very obvious fact that her stomach was now a little larger than before. Thicker. And it was growing even more so. Her legs were itching and covered with hair, in spite of the fact that she'd shaved them just that morning. "Ohshitohshitohshitohshit," Janet squeaked out, grasping in panic at her hair when she'd felt the tingling in her scalp. Even her hair was changing, getting shorter and shorter. Janet grabbed at her stomach, which was now rather large, horrified and confused. She scratched at her arms, noticing that they'd changed even more since growing the hair Her whole body had and was obviously doing so even more. Then she felt the tingling in her crotch. It was almost as if something down there were shifting and pushing outward. She closed here eyes, trying to ignore it, but after a minute she had to give up. She had to look. With one look between her legs, Janet let out a horrified scream. "I've got a... a... a... a..." Janet gulped, shocked at the low and unfamiliar voice coming out of her own mouth, and even more so at the sight of a very male looking penis and scrotum between her leg. Janet's eyes went very wide for a moment as she stared at it, and then darkness claimed her as she fainted. ----- Janet groaned as she woke up and cautiously opened her eyes. Memories of the night before flooded her mind and she winced at the horribly realistic dream. She snorted, thinking, "As if I could ever turn into a...." Then she stopped, suddenly aware of just how wrong everything felt. "Oh my God!" Janet screamed as she sat up, staring down past her hairy flat chest to her swollen and overweight stomach. "Oh my God." In a frantic effort to try convincing herself that it wasn't real, that it couldn't be real, Janet grasped at her body, searching for any sign that it might be some sort of illusion or hoax. And she found none. Every inch of her body seemed to have changed. When she was finished with that, Janet just sat on the edge of her chair, staring at her stubby fingers and unfamiliar hands in disbelief and shock. After awhile, Janet finally snapped out of it enough to stand up and look herself over just a little more calmly, though not by too much. She gulped, disgusted to see that she'd not only turned into man somehow, but that she was definitely not a very attractive one. At least her body wasn't since she had yet to see what had happened to her face. Her lovely face. That thought scared her even more. Janet nervously went to the bathroom, terrified of what she was going to find in the mirror but unable to do anything but see. She just had to. When she stopped in front of the mirror, Janet gulped, seeing a scruffy looking male face looking back. The man looking back seemed to be in his mid thirties, had a fairly unremarkable face that was neither ugly nor handsome, though he was in need of a shave. His dark brown hair was also receding very badly, leaving several obvious bald spots on top of his head. "Oh God no...." Janet gasped in horror. She winced as she looked over the rest of her body. Her arms were much thicker than normal and she could see the larger muscles beneath the fat that also covered them. Janet's whole body was thicker, both with muscle and with fat, though her stomach was very obviously filled with the latter, much to her disgust. She'd never felt so bloated and huge in her life. Then steeling herself for what she'd find, Janet looked between her legs again. The male genitalia that met her eyes were not a surprise, though the fact that her new penis seemed a little small was. Janet winced as the memory of Randal cursing her resurfaced, and she knew that she absolutely had to find him. She had to make him change her back to her normal beautiful self, no matter what it took. She was even prepared to beg if that was what it would take, though she certainly hoped that it wouldn't come to that. But at the moment, Janet quickly realized that she had other more urgent things to worry about. Like the pressure in her bladder for one. As much as it disgusted Janet to do so, she knew that she was going to have to go to the bathroom with her new equipment. Just before she was about to sit down, she smiled faintly, unable to resist the chance to see what it was like to pee standing up. Once she was positioned in front of the toilet, Janet aimed her new penis and started to urinate in a steady stream. However she immediately noticed that it was a lot harder to aim than she would have expected. The puddle that formed on the floor around the toilet proved that. "Gross," she grumbled, though she made no effort to clean it up. Instead, Janet turned and left the bathroom, only just noticing that the decorations in it were vastly different. Her razor, conditioner and other materials on the edge of the bathtub were missing, and her flowery towels were replaced by plain white ones. When she got back into her living room she noticed that her bathroom wasn't the only thing that had changed to look more masculine. Everything in her living room, and she quickly discovered the rest of her apartment, had all changed to look as if a man lived there. That made Janet shudder at the realization of how powerful Randal's magic must be. Not only had he changed her, but everything she owned as well. One look into her formerly packed closet just proved it even more. It didn't take Janet very long to get dressed, not when all she seemed to have were jeans, T-shirts and sneakers. "This is a nightmare," she whined to herself, wanting desperately to just cry, but no tears were coming. Once she was dressed, and not too happy with it, Janet went back to the living room and plopped herself gracelessly onto the couch, letting out a loud fart as she did so, much to her embarrassment. For the next several hours, Janet barely moved from in front of the TV, not finding the energy to do anything else. When she finally did, Janet forced herself to get up, remembering her need to find Randal as soon as possible. As she stood up, she winced at the uncomfortable feeling of having the unfamiliar piece of flesh between her legs. It just didn't seem natural to her, regardless of the fact that half the humans in the world had similar appendages. Janet stared down at herself in disgust, hating the very feel of her changed body. She felt so gross and bloated. Her thick waste and hairy limbs all made her wince in revulsion. "That bastard is going to pay for doing this to me," Janet said aloud, eager to get her hands on Randal. At the moment, she decided that nothing would please her more than beating the living shit out of him. Then smiling in anticipation of the event, Janet hurried out to go looking for him. It didn't take Janet long to realize that she didn't have the slightest idea of where to find Randal, and other than just wandering around and hoping for some sight of him, her only other option was to wait till that night and go back to the singles bar she'd met him in. Maybe he would return there again. Janet hated the idea of having to go there while looking like she now did, but she also knew that she didn't have a choice. Not if she wanted to find the man that had done that to her. For the moment, Janet knew that she had no choice but to be patient though it would be the hardest thing that she'd ever done. Since Janet was already out of her apartment, she continued to walk down the street, partly in the vain hope that she'd catch sight of Randal and partly because she didn't know what else to do. Janet felt extremely self-conscious, still hardly able to believe that what had happened to her really had. But every time she had a doubt, the shifting between her weight and her oversized stomach would remind her. Then in a desperate attempt to regain some sense or normalcy, Janet decided to go to the one place that always made her feel better. The mall. Almost as soon as Janet had arrived at the mall, she let out a long sigh of relief and started to walk through it, trying to pretend to herself that she was still normal. However, it only took several minutes before Janet noticed just how different things were. Instead of people staring at her with open admiration, they were just ignoring her. It was like she was no longer even a person. Like she'd suddenly become invisible, and Janet hated that feeling. She hated it very much indeed. In spite of her discomfort, Janet tried to continue on as she usually did. She stopped just inside the front of one store to admire a beautiful dress, thinking of how nice it would look on her once she was back to normal. She stared at it for several minutes then picked it up, holding it against her body and letting out a long dreamy sigh. Then she suddenly became aware that people were staring at her, and it wasn't the nice way that she was used to. Then blushing in embarrassment as she remembered what she looked like, Janet quickly hung the dress back up and hurried away as fast as she could, still hearing the voices behind her whispering "Fag..." and "Weirdo." "Oh my God," she groaned to herself, knowing that she had to get out of the mall. That she had to get away. Her familiar refuge and safe haven was no longer that. It had somehow turned on her, becoming a place of humiliation. Janet stopped and sat down on a bench for a moment, trying to calm down. She tried reminding herself that this was the same place that she'd come time and time again to calm down and feel good, but it did little good to soothe her mood. After several minutes, Janet had calmed down a little as she watched the people walking down the hall. Every time she saw a beautiful young woman, Janet felt a stab of pain go through her. And envy. She desperately wished that she was back to normal, that she was the one getting all those looks and stares. Then Janet's eyes fell on one very beautiful blonde woman who was walking along next to a man. At first Janet told herself that it was the man she was interested in, but in spite of that her eyes wouldn't leave the woman. She was gorgeous. Strange and unfamiliar thoughts began dancing around Janet's head and she was startled to realize that she was feeling rather odd as well. Specifically in her crotch. She gasped, knowing suddenly that she was very hard, even making a slight bulge in the front of her pants. "Oh no," she whispered to herself, still staring at the woman, "this can't be happening. It can't." But in spite of that, she knew very well that it was. It was far too horrible to just be a nightmare. But still Janet couldn't tear her eyes off of the strange woman as erotic thoughts and feelings engulfed her. She felt guilty though that didn't stop her from staring, or from imagining. Suddenly Janet's thoughts were interrupted by the realization that the woman she'd been staring at was looking back at her, as was the man standing next to her. Janet blushed for a moment in embarrassment, especially when she noticed the man walking towards her with an angry look on his face. "What the hell are you staring at?" the man suddenly demanded, making Janet gasp with the forcefulness in his voice. Standing up nervously, Janet was beginning to feel a little afraid as well. "Excuse me?" she asked, gulping as she did so. "You heard me, you freak," the man snarled. "We saw you in that store." Janet gasped, terrified, ashamed and angry all at the same time. There was absolutely nothing wrong with what she'd done, and she'd done it thousands of times before, but the way this man was talking made her feel almost dirty. As if she'd done something to really be ashamed of. The woman called from back there, "Leave the pervert alone Roger, I wanna get home." "Pervert...?" Janet gasped in surprise. "You're lucky she's here or I'd beat the living crap out of you," Roger snarled menacingly, and then added, "Weirdo." Without thinking about it, Janet suddenly lashed out, doing the same thing she always did when she got angry. She slapped the stranger across the face as hard as she could. For a moment Roger just stood there with his eyes open in surprise, though a look of pure anger quickly replaced it. "Why you..." Roger snarled, already slamming his fist into Janet's stomach. She gasped; lurching forward in pain, but the man wasn't through. Another punch followed, this time to her face. Then before Janet could do anything else or even defend herself, Roger hit punched her one more time, knocking her onto the floor. "If I ever see you again..." Roger threatened, though he didn't bother to finish it. Instead the woman grabbed Roger's shoulder, saying, "Come on, he can't do anything else." Roger nodded, and then gave Janet a kick to her side before turning and walking way. For several minutes Janet just sat where she was, hurting and humiliated. Finally though the looks from the other people around her motivated her to get up. Once Janet was back on her feet, she took one look around her, seeing the people who'd been staring but trying to look like they weren't, and then she slowly started towards the exit, and home. ----- Janet leaned back in her chair, holding the cold beer she'd found in the refrigerator against her sore cheek. She didn't think that there'd be any real damage, but that didn't ease the pain and discomfort she was still feeling. Once Janet decided that her cheek was going to be fine, she popped open the beer and took a big drink before turning back to the TV. She smiled faintly as she thought about the irony of her watching Jerry Springer when what had happened to her was even stranger than what was on. For the next several hours, Janet stayed where she was, only getting up to relieve herself or get another beer. After her earlier incident she didn't have any plans on leaving her apartment again. At least not until it was time to go back to the bar and look for Randal. After awhile Janet started thinking about that woman in the mall again. She smiled at the memory of that woman's tits, and just how nicely they pushed out from her blouse. And her ass... Janet licked her lips unconsciously at the memory. Then realizing the oddity of just what she had been thinking, Janet felt a little embarrassed and somewhat guilty. But she shrugged it off, instead focusing on how good those thoughts made her feel. Without consciously thinking about it, Janet's hand went down the front of her pants and she started playing with her new hard-on. It felt so different, but similar at the same time. Then after doing this for some time, Janet got up and went to the bathroom, undoing her pants as she did so. Almost as soon as she was in the bathroom, she dropped her pants and started jerking off even harder, amazed that the uncomfortable thing between her legs could feel so good. With a few minutes of this, Janet started cumming, spurting white semen all over the toilet. When it was all finished, Janet looked down at the white goo that halfway covered her hand and was splattered where it had hit on the toilet, feeling embarrassed at her action. She could barely believe that she'd done something like that. And to make it worse, it had felt good, but nothing like what she was used to. Janet was very disappointed. "I have to get back to normal," she told herself once again as she stared at the limp appendage between her legs, "I have to." ----- Janet glanced up and the star lit sky, and then to the familiar singles bar that was in front of her. It had been a long and horrible day, but finally the bar would be open and she might be able to find Randal. No, she reminded herself sharply, she HAD to find Randal. She wouldn't allow herself to even consider the alternative. Running a hand over her jaw, Janet winced slightly when her fingers touched the cuts from when she'd shaven herself a short while earlier. God, she hated to even think about having to do that again. She just had to get back to normal. Then taking a deep breath, Janet absently scratched at her crotch for a moment before walking into the bar. Almost immediately Janet was confronted with the loud music and the crowd of people that surrounded her. There were lots of men that would normally at least have drawn her attention if little else, though she paid very little attention to them. Instead, her eyes kept being drawn to the women. Women that she normally wouldn't notice at all. Women who weren't nearly as pretty as she was, or at least had been. But that didn't seem to matter much to her supercharged hormones. Janet blushed; embarrassed by her erection and hoping that no one would notice though no one showed any sign of doing so. She gulped at the sight of one particularly attractive woman but forced herself to remain calm and look for Randal. After going around the bar twice Janet still didn't see any sign of him. All she could think of was that he might show up a little bit later. He had to show up a little bit later, and she was going to wait for him. Since she knew that she might be waiting for a while, Janet ordered a beer then sat down and watched the women in the bar. She licked her lips at the pleasant fantasies she had about what she wanted to do to them, thinking that it was wrong but unable to help herself. She wanted them, and she wanted them badly. More than she would ever even wanted any man. Whatever Randal had done to her, she realized, he'd done it very thoroughly. After awhile, Janet grew tired of just watching the women. Her attraction to them, her need to satisfy her lust was too strong. She was horny as hell she knew, and she desperately wanted... needed to get laid. Finally she got up and walked up to two women who were sitting together at a table. An attractive brunette and a very pretty red head who especially excited her. "Um..." Janet gulped as she stared at the red head, not sure exactly what to say. She'd never imagined that she'd be the one hitting on a woman. "Hi, I'm..." Janet's mind spun for a moment, then she decided on the name of her last steady boyfriend, "Lenny." She gulped again, and then added, "Can I buy you a drink?" The red head snorted, and then said, "I've already got a drink." She gestured to it, making Janet cringe in embarrassment. "Besides, you're not my type." "Get lost creep," the brunette suddenly added in. Janet just stood there for a moment with her mouth open, hardly able to believe it. How could they treat her like that? Especially when they were the type of girl that she'd always snickered over, commenting on their bad fashion sense. That hadn't dulled the desire she felt for them, but she still couldn't believe that they would treat HER like that. "Didn't you hear her?" the red head asked sarcastically. "Get lost." Then they both started laughing as Janet turned around and walked away, her head hung low in humiliation. For a while Janet went to the bar, drinking and trying to calm down. Then she noticed a rather attractive blonde woman sitting several stools down from her and nursing a drink. Janet stared at the woman, wondering if maybe this time she might have a little better luck. Letting out a loud belch, Janet climbed off of her stool and moved over to the blonde. She paused for a moment, and then sat down. Janet frowned, trying to remember the best pickup line that had ever been used on her though she couldn't think of many good ones. Then Janet smiled, saying to the woman, "Do you come here often?" As soon as she said it she realized how stupid it sounded, but it was too late. The blonde looked Janet over for a moment, frowning. "No. This is my first time." Then she turned away from Janet and went back to her drink. Janet tried talking to her again, and though the woman was fairly polite, she was obviously not interested. That didn't deter Janet though. She continued trying, much to the blonde's growing annoyance. Finally the blonde woman said, "I've got to go." Then got up and hurried out of the bar. Several more times Janet tried approaching women, trying different methods each time though none of them had any success. Some of the women were more polite than others, but each one let her know one way or another that they weren't interested. Janet grew frustrated, still being horny and feeling a need to fuck someone. Going up to one woman who was sitting alone on the bar, Janet sat down next to her and said, "Hi honey, can I buy you a drink?" Janet set her hand onto the woman's, smiling confidently. The woman looked at Janet with disgust for just a second, yanking her hand away and then slapping Janet painfully. "Bastard!" the woman snapped before hurrying away, much to Janet's shock. Janet just stood there, rubbing at her cheek and staring in the direction that the woman had gone in. She couldn't believe it. All she'd done was try and say hi and the woman had hit her. "What a bitch," Janet growled to herself, feeling angry and thinking that she should have hit her back. Showed her who was boss. Who did that little whore think she was anyway? For several minutes Janet silently cursed that woman, as well as all the other stuck up bitches who'd been insulting her all night. She glared at one little bimbo that had turned her down earlier, thinking that the girl probably wouldn't even be any good in bed. Not that it would matter too much to Janet at the moment. She was getting desperate and would settle for anything. Finally Janet saw one woman who almost made her jaw drop. A gorgeous looking woman with platinum blonde hair and killer tits. Janet was nearly drooling as she stared at the new woman, thinking that this girl was even prettier than she was... or had been. She'd normally refuse to admit any such thing, but at the moment she didn't deny that she wanted this woman more than anything before in her life. Running a hand over her balding head, Janet took a deep breath, reminding herself that this was just some little slut that she should have no problem with. Janet grinned to herself, then walked over to the woman, saying, "Your place or mine?" Almost instantly the slap caught Janet across the face, though she ignored it, grabbing the woman's arm as she tried to leave. The woman cried out, "Ouch, you're hurting me." Though Janet didn't really care. "Listen here bitch..." Janet snarled, pulling the woman closer to her and digging her fingers in tighter. The woman looked terrified, though Janet didn't care anymore. This was just some slut who wasn't going to turn her down anymore. After all, she knew that this woman wanted it. She was just playing hard to get. Suddenly the woman's knee shot forward, catching Janet between the legs. With a loud moan, Janet let loose of the woman and collapsed to the floor, clutching at her groin. She'd never felt such pain before in her life, not even from the cramps during her period. It was like she was going to die. Janet groaned to herself, clenching her eyes shut and trying to keep from vomiting. She was barely even aware of it as several large men grabbed her by the arms and started dragging her towards the door. Janet was thrown face first onto the sidewalk outside the bar, and one of the three men who'd thrown her snapped, "If I ever see your sorry ass in here again, I'll stick my foot so far up it that I'll knock out your fucking teeth." Then with that the men all turned spat on Janet and turned back into the bar. Curling up into a ball, Janet just groaned, filled with pain and humiliation. How could that have happened to her? She couldn't believe it. When the pain had eased enough, she sat up, beginning to get pissed. "I'll show that bitch," she growled to herself, "I'll teach her who's boss, and then I'll kick all their asses." Then as Janet unsteadily got back to her feet, she realized what she was about to do. She actually had every intention of going right back in there and fighting with those guys. She'd even been seriously thinking of raping that woman. She still had a boner at the thought. But some part of her screamed that it was wrong, though she could barely hear it. "Ahem," a voice said from behind Janet. Janet snapped around as quickly as she could, clenching her fists and readying to fight. But then she saw Randal standing right there. He was dressed in a dark suit, smiling evilly at Janet. "So how do you like how the other side lives?" Randal asked with a grin. "Why you...." Janet growled, clenching her fists even tighter, growing determined to make this man turn her back to normal. Randal just held up his hand, saying, "I wouldn't do that if I were you. You wouldn't want to make me really angry." Then an almost evil grin formed on Randal's face and he added, "You wouldn't like that at all." "Why did you do this to me?" Janet demanded. "How...?" Shaking his head slightly, Randal said, "I told you last night. I'm a warlock. And this is the justice you deserve." "What..." gasped Janet. Then Randal focused his eyes on Janet, making her shiver with the cold stare. "I've turned you into what you think all men are like. A rude, lazy, disgusting, chauvinistic man who thinks only with his dick." Randal paused, and then added, "After all, isn't this what you think of men? That they're just toys for your amusement? Well now you get to see the other side of the coin, and I hope you enjoy it." "Change me back," Janet demanded, then in a much humbler voice she added, "Please. You can't do this to me." "But I already have," Randal said softly, "and you might as well get used to it because you'll be that way for a long, long time." Then with that Randal was suddenly gone. The place he'd been standing was completely empty, as if he'd never even been there. Janet just stared at the empty spot for several moments, then glanced around her but still saw no sign of Randal. "Oh my God," she whispered to herself in horror, realizing that things were only going to get worse. Then slumping to the ground, she dropped her head into her hands and started sobbing, not stopping for a very long time. THE END