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This is another "gargoyle"; that is, a short piece written
as a break while I do a longer story. If it seems vaguely
familiar, it's taken from a captioned picture on Robo's
site. I saw the picture some time ago and made a note of
it, but I neglected to write the title, for which I
apologize to Robo and to the rest of you. The picture
showed a nubile young girl touching herself, while the
caption told of an adult male transformed into his female
boss's teenaged daughter as a punishment for his continued
sexual harassment.
The title, by the way, is a pun, explanation at story's
end.
Habeas Corpus
By Ellie Dauber
(c) 2002
Hugh Feldman breezed into his outer office at Baumgarton
and Whyte, Attorneys at Law. At 27, Hugh was the youngest
of the associates, but he also had the second largest
number of billable hours. His success was as much due to
his good looks and his man's man charm as to his knowledge
of the law.
Alice, his secretary wasn't at her desk. 'Getting coffee,
fixing her hair, or something,' he thought. He put down his
briefcase and turned to take off his mohair overcoat. As it
hung it up on one of the wooden hangers, he heard a noise
behind him. "Alice, I need the file on Serranko and --"
"She isn't here," a very feminine voice said. "In fact,
she's working for someone else now."
High turned. The voice belonged to a short, slightly chunky
woman in her late thirties or early forties. She pushed her
horn-rimmed glasses back onto her nose, then extended her
hand. "How do you do, Mr. Feldman. I'm Sylvia Jackson, your
new secretary."
"Hi, Sylvia."
Hugh shook her hand as he looked her over, mousy brown hair
done up in a bun; her face wasn't bad, but she needed to
lose those glasses and get some make-up. It was hard to
judge her figure in the bulky sweater and skirt she was
wearing, but she had a pretty good rack. Lose 10, maybe 20
pounds, and she _might_ have some potential. No wedding
ring -- big surprise -- just be careful.
"May I ask a few ques --"
"Later, if you don't mind. Right now, I need the Serranko
file. You'll find it in 'Pending' over there." He pointed
to a set of vertical files along one wall. "Be a good
little girl and bring it in -- Chop! Chop! -- oh, and
coffee, black two Sweet-n-Low." Without another word, he
turned and went into his private office.
Sylvia was in a few minutes later with the file and his
coffee. "Mr. Feldman, there was a tag on the file
referencing Bayside Realty, so I brought in that file as
well." She put a stack of material onto his desk.
"I asked for the Serranko file," he said. "If I had wanted
another file, I'd have --" He paused. He _did_ need the
Bayside file. Well, he certainly wasn't about to apologize
to a secretary. "Never mind, just go. Leave it here, and
you can refile it later with the other material."
She nodded, "Yes, sir." and left. He watched her walk to
the door. Even with that extra weight, her ass wasn't bad
either.
Once he heard the door click shut behind her, Hugh dialed
Joe McGregor, the personnel manager. "Joe, this is Hugh
Feldman. What's the story with my secretary?"
"Alice, umm, asked for a transfer," Joe said. "She said
that she was tired of commuting, so she's over in our
Elkins Glen office. It's a good half an hour or more closer
to where she lives."
"It's in a damned mall. Didn't she mind the pay cut?"
"She, ahh, said it was worth it to, ah, to get the
experience. She's the assistant office manager over there."
"I didn't think she was qualified -- ah, the hell with it.
If she wants to give up being _my_ secretary, it's her
loss. But her replacement..." He let the words trail off.
"What are you talking about? Sylvia's probably the best
secretary in the firm. The only reason you got her is
because Frank Harrison left to take that job in the D.C.
office. Even Katherine Whyte asked about her."
"Then let Katherine have her. She's... she looks --"
"Will you try thinking with your brain for once. Sylvia's a
great secretary. She can help you get that partnership you
keep dreaming about."
"I suppose I could give her a try." He _did_ want to be
partner. There was enough money in it to keep him in pussy
for a long, long time. "Besides, I've always liked Rubens."
McGregor groaned. "Hugh, two bits of advice that you
probably won't take: give the woman a chance and behave
yourself. I shouldn't be saying this, but Sylvia wasn't the
only one Katherine was asking about. She's watching you, my
friend."
"I knew it," Hugh said. "Katherine wants me, too." He
chuckled and ended the call.
Hugh spent the rest of the morning going over the Serranko
file, making notes on his PC, checking some references in
Shepard's on-line. About 12:40, there was a buzz on his
phone.
"Mr. Feldman, this is Sylvia. I'm going for lunch now. Do
you want me to order anything for you?"
"I want you to stay here, Sylvia. I may have some work for
you to do."
"May? Mr. Feldman, I'm having lunch with my niece, Ginny. I
don't want to get off on a bad start, but she and I set
that up a week ago. She'll be meeting me at 'The Brick
Oven' in five minutes." The "Oven" was an upscale
restaurant in the lobby of the building.
"Call down and have her come up here," Hugh said. "You can
order out from there and eat at your desk. Oh, and when you
do, add a Cali-burger and sweet potato fries, a large coke,
and a slice of their apple pie for me. I'll pay you for it
later."
"But, Mr. Feldman."
"Have to get back to work. Bring in the food when it
comes." He cut off the line before she could respond.
About 15 minutes later, there was a knock on his door.
"Come in," Hugh called.
"Lunch, Mr. Feldman." A blonde came in carrying a box lunch
and soda from "The Brick Oven." She was pretty, damned
pretty. She was, at most, 25, with shiny, straight hair
that hung down to her shoulders. Her navy suit was
dignified and appropriate, but it more than a little
suggested the lush figure within. The skirt stopped just
above the knee, revealing a pair of legs that right were
out of ZZ-Top. "Aunt Sylvia said that your share was
$14.80. That includes an 18 percent tip."
"I told her that I'd settle with her later." He stood and
watched her walk to the desk. Not bad, 38-C, maybe even -D.
"You must be Ginny. What brings you into town today."
"I'm doing a little job hunting." She put the food down on
one of the few cleared spots on his desk.
"I'd be happy to talk to Joe McGregor in personnel. We can
always use another pretty secretary. Who knows, you could
even wind up working under me." He leered, just to make
sure that she caught the sexual suggestion in his words.
Ginny stiffened. "_Mr. Feldman_ , I have a masters in
marketing from Columbia. I was interviewing this morning
with the Wexlar Group for a job as senior analyst."
"Really? I'd never --"
"Why? Because I'm a pretty young blonde."
"Well, umm, yes. It's an honest enough mistake."
"Not in this day and age. If I could, I'd slap your ass
with a sexual harassment suit."
"As a lawyer, I can tell you that you've no real grounds
for a suit. However, I'd be happy to let you slap my ass --
if I can reciprocate, of course."
"Good day, Mr. Feldman, and be very glad that you're not
wearing your lunch right now." She turned and hurried out.
Hugh sat and watched her ass swaying as she left.
***
Sylvia buzzed him about 3:30. "Mr. Feldman, Ms. Whyte wants
to see you."
Hugh looked up from the mass of papers on his desk. "Did
she say what case it was about?"
"No, sir. She said it was a personal matter and that it
would only take about five minutes."
"Tell her I'll be right there." He clicked off the machine.
"Yes!" he said, making a fist and cocking his elbow back in
triumph. "It's the partnership. It's gotta be."
Hugh straightened his tie, checked his hair, and headed
directly for the office of Katherine Whyte, the managing
partner.
Susan, Katherine's assistant was at the desk by the door.
She was a juicy little redhead Hugh had dated -- and bedded
-- a few months before. She smiled when she saw Hugh and
motioned for him to go right in.
Katherine's office was twice the size of Hugh's, tastefully
furnished with a small conference table and several
comfortable chairs in one corner. Her desk was cherry wood
with an inset PC console. The walls were mostly bookcases
with both state and federal statutes and case law, but here
and there, a painting hung on the wall. There were plants
trailing along the length of her windowsill and a small,
but well-stocked mini-bar in another corner.
"You wanted to see me?" Hugh closed the door behind him and
gave Katherine his best smile.
"Yes, I did." She opened a drawer and took out a small
manila file. "I've been going over your record here with
the firm.
"And..." He knew what was coming next. Bingo! Hugh Feldman,
partner, it had such a nice ring.
"You're an excellent litigator, Hugh, one of the best I've
ever seen. You're a good rainmaker, too, with the highest
billable hours of any of the associates."
"Thank you, Katherine. I like hard work."
"What I can't understand is how you can do all that good
work and still find the time to be such an asshole."
"What! What are you talking about, Katherine?"
Katherine stood at her desk, still holding the file. She
was a handsome woman of about fifty with a still trim
figure. She wore a dark gray woman's business suit and a
white satin blouse. Her hair, an even mix of gray and
blonde, was done in a French braid.
"I mean that this folder holds written complaints from half
the women in this office, lawyers, para-legals, and
secretaries. I've even gotten comments from a few of the
clients. In fact, we've made it a point not to give you any
female clients for the last couple months."
"That's... that's ridiculous."
"Why do you think Alice Kerns transferred over to the
Elkins Glen office? She had enough of your leering and your
propositions. We even made her the assistant office manager
over there just to get her to drop the suit she wanted to
file."
"Aren't you exaggerating just a little, Katherine? I admit
that I'm a bit forward with women, but they never seemed to
mind it."
"Maybe -- or maybe you were just too caught up in your own
ego to notice how they really felt."
"Even if it's true, why are you telling me this now?"
"Because I've decided that I'm getting _very_ tired of it.
You've brought a lot of money to this firm, but I'm not
sure that it's worth -- that _you're_ worth the aggravation
any more."
"So this whole thing is your way of telling me that I've
got to work harder, bring in more money to the firm. Is
that it?"
"My Lord, you're even worse than I thought. No, Hugh, this
is my way of telling you that you're not to harass women
any more."
"And if I don't -- assuming that I am in the first place,
of course."
"Spoken like the litigator you are. If you don't, well, you
may not be very happy with the results."
"You'll fire me then?" Hugh wasn't happy with the idea, but
he could probably take about a third of his clients with
him, if he left. That would be more than enough to set up
his own firm.
"No, actually, I had something much different in mind. Why,
you might not even be able to practice law for a while."
"Jail, disbarment? Come on, Katherine, we both know that
you can't do either of those because I _might_... might
have harassed some women."
"I know that, Hugh. As I said, I have something else in
mind." She took a breath and put the folder down on her
desk. "Look, Hugh, you're a fine lawyer and a real asset to
this firm. Please, try and behave."
"All right, Katherine, since you asked so nicely. I'll
try." He looked at his watch. "If there's nothing else you
want to talk about, I do have some work on my desk. The
Serranko case..."
"Oh, yes. How's it coming?"
"We have a hearing coming up in a couple of days. I think
we've got this one beat. Do you want any of the details?"
"No, I'll leave you to it."
"Okay, then." He started for the door.
"And, Hugh, please try and keep what I just said in mind."
"I will. I will." He closed the door behind him. "Like
hell, I will."
***
Sylvia looked up as he walked past her desk. "Mr. Feldman,
I'm sure you forgot, but you still owe me for your lunch.
It was 14 --"
"Will you stop bothering me? Take it out of petty cash if
it's so important. I've got work to do."
"Petty cash? But that would be stealing."
"If you want the money so badly, then that's what you'll
have to do for it. Otherwise, you can wait. I said that I'd
pay you eventually. It's only a few dollars. Go without
lunch or something. You could stand to lose a little
weight." He was through the door and in his office before
she could answer.
"Mr. Feldman, that's not fair."
"I'll tell you what, you get that pretty niece of yours to
agree to go out on a date with me, and I'll pay you back
double whatever it is I owe you."
Sylvia gritted her teeth. "You'll have to excuse me, _sir_.
I like to think of myself as a lady, and I won't be one, if
I give your offer the sort of response it deserves." She
stood up and started for the door.
"Just a minute. You can't --"
"Mr. Feldman, if I don't, you'll be singing soprano." She
looked straight ahead and walked right past him and out of
the office.
Hugh stared at the closed door. "Some women just can't take
a joke." He shrugged and went into his own office to finish
preparing for the hearing.
***
"A messenger just dropped this off, Mr. Feldman," Sylvia
said. She tossed a packet of material on his desk.
Hugh opened it and began to read. "Damn! They transferred
it."
"What do you mean, sir?" Sylvia asked.
"My case, the Serranko case. I was supposed to be heard by
Judge Rictman; Tom Rictman's an old friend of mine. The
problem is, he's too good a friend. He felt that he had to
recuse himself, and the case was transferred to Judge
Hopkins."
"I know her," Sylvia said. "I hear that she's a fine
judge."
"'Hippo' Hopkins hates me," Hugh said. "She's not too fond
of men in general, but she particularly has it in for me."
"Perhaps if you hadn't given her that nickname," Katherine
said, walking into the office. "Lucille's always been
sensitive about her weight."
"Then she should do something about it," Hugh said,
"instead of over-reacting to a little good-natured
ribbing."
"Good natured," Katherine said. "The first time you used
that name was when you were interviewed about the Watlin-
Hayes case, right after the jury found against you. That's
hardly good-natured."
"Okay, I admit it," Hugh said. "I was mad." He paused a
beat. "But a woman has no business letting herself get like
that."
"What business is it of yours what she looks like?"
Katherine was getting mad.
"I... I had to look at her sitting there like a lady Buddha
every day of the case. I had to watch her three chins move
every time she ruled on a motion." Hugh gestured to show
the judge's size.
Katherine looked at pointedly. "You know, I've never heard
you object to appearing before an overweight _male_ judge.
Phil Carmody must weigh close to 400 pounds, and the two of
you get along famously."
"That's different," Hugh said. "Phil's a guy."
"That's just what I thought," Katherine said. "We go into
this any further right now, but I want to see you in my
office at 6."
"What?" Hugh said. "I've got a plans for this evening."
"Make your apologies to whoever it was because your plans
are changed. I expect you to be at my office at 6 --
prompt." She turned and stormed out the door.
Hugh scratched his head. "Women, like I always said, they
have absolutely no sense of humor."
***
The offices were empty as Hugh walked down the hall.
Katherine had sent out a firm-wide e-mail asking everyone
to go home early. As much as some people would have liked
to stay and watch, just about everyone _had_ left.
Hugh looked at his watch as he knocked on the door; 5:55.
'Better to be a few minutes early than on-time,' Hugh
thought. 'Early could mean that you felt you had some power
in the situation; on-time -- or, worse, late, -- meant that
you felt trapped.'
"Come in, Hugh," Katherine said. There was a click as the
door unlocked and slid open. Hugh walked and looked around.
Katherine was sitting in one of the chairs in the corner of
her office. A woman, an attractive brunette Hugh had never
before, was in the chair next to her.
"Hello, Hugh," the brunette said. "Katherine's told me a
great deal about you." Hugh judged her to be in her 20s.
She wore a well-cut brown woman's suit over a crisp white
blouse with a gold-colored scarf around her neck. The
outfit hinted at a very nice body underneath.
"Nothing too drastic, I hope." Hugh smiled his best smile.
The evening had possibilities after all.
"Amazing," the woman said. "He comes in here knowing how
much trouble he's in, and he still hits on me. You were
right, Katherine. He needs very serious adjustment."
"I told you so," Katherine said. "I'll take the
responsibility. With a little luck, I'll have my litigator
back in... what... five or six years?"
"More like ten, I should think." The woman seemed to be
studying Hugh like some sort of animal in exhibit.
"Excuse me," he said. "Would it be too much to ask what
you're talking about?"
"Actually, you have every right to know," Katherine said.
"This is Delphine, a friend of mine. I asked her here to
take care of you."
"Excuse me?" Hugh said.
Katherine stood up and walked over to him. "Hugh, your
attitude towards woman is terrible. I talked to you about
it, but you don't seem to listen. It's ruining the quality
of your work and creating a great deal of trouble for me
and for the firm."
"So what are you, Katherine," Hugh said sarcastically, "my
boss or my mother?"
"At present, I'm your boss, but that's about to change."
Before Hugh could stop her, Katherine slipped a silver
chain with a small, heart-shaped locket over his head. As
it hung down around his neck, High felt his body begin to
tingle.
Katherine stepped back. "Hugh, you are in serious need of
what they used to call a 're-education', and you'll never
get that as a full-grown man."
"What the hell..." Hugh tried to lift his arms so he could
take off the locket, but he found that he suddenly couldn't
move. He couldn't even speak.
The brunette rose to her feet. "What you're feeling, Mr.
Feldman, is the magic beginning to work on your body,
rejuvenating it. In a few moments, you'll be young again,
fifteen or sixteen at most. Then the real changes start."
'No way,' Hugh thought. But the room did seem to be getting
bigger. His clothes felt looser. He'd been taller than
Katherine, but now he found himself looking up at her face.
As the women watched, Hugh shrank down, losing almost half
a foot in height, as he went from 6'2" to 5'9". His rugged
face softened, his jaw rounding as he became younger. He
was thinner, too, though his body still gave the sense of
an athlete. His carefully razor-cut hair was now a mass of
curls.
His clothes stayed the same size at first, so that the new
teen looked like he was wearing a tent. Then the magic
affected them. They shrank, changing as they did. High's
power suit changed into a pair of Levis and a sweater in
the blue and gold of a nearby high school. His tie
disappeared completely. The buttons fell from his shirt,
which gradually darkened as the material itself changed.
The sleeves slid back along his arm. A "battelbots" emblem
formed on what was now a cotton T-shirt. Polished oxfords
softened and transformed into a pair of cross-trainers.
The tingling feeling stopped, and Hugh discovered that he
could move somewhat. He looked down at his new body.
"Bitchin'," he said in a somewhat higher voice. "No
responsibilities and all those sleek high school babes."
"You like high school girls now, Hugh," Katherine said. "I
would have thought you'd consider them jailbait."
"Hey, Katherine, I still remember what statutory rape
means," Hugh said. "But it ain't -- excuse me -- it isn't
the same if the stud is a kid, too." He looked over at the
brunette. "If this is your idea of punishment, sweetcheeks,
then punish me some more."
"Exactly what I had in mind," the woman said. "Resume."
The tingling feeling came back as strong as ever, and
Hugh's body refused to move again. He seemed to shrink
again, but only a few inches this time. 'Shit,' he thought.
'I'm probably going to get too young to be interested in
girls for a while."
Hugh felt the clothes get loose again. His body seemed to
be growing thinner as well as smaller. But now there were
other sensations. His scalp began to itch. He felt his hair
getting longer, sliding down over his ears, tickling the
back of his neck. It didn't seem to stop until he could
feel the hair reaching the small of his back. His face
twitched as if the flesh was moving.
His waist hurt. It felt as if it was being pulled tight.
His hips felt odd, as well. His chest felt odd, as his
shirt seemed to be moving against it. Something, something
was pushing the shirt outward. He felt an erection.
'Last hard-on before I go back through puberty,' he
thought.
Then the feeling of it changed. His penis almost seemed to
be melting away. The sensation disappeared after a short
time to be replaced by the feeling that something was
moving around inside his belly.
The two women watched the face soften even more. Hugh's
eyes seemed to grow bigger. They were hazel now, instead of
the brown that they had always been. His shaggy eyebrows
thinned and were shaped. His nose shrank and his lips
seemed to grow fuller. Katherine noticed how much his new
features made him look like a young cousin of hers. He was
suddenly wearing a pale pink lipstick and a light blusher
on his cheeks.
It was hard to see in Hugh's once again oversized clothes,
but his body was much slimmer. The 145 pounds he had
weighed as a teenaged boy now reduced to a mere 114. His
waist was narrowing as his hips grew wider. Breasts slowly
formed on his chest, growing out to a 32-A. His hands grew
slimmer, his fingers longer. His nails grew out, a coat of
pale pink nail polish forming on them.
Although they couldn't see it, the women knew what was
happening at his groin. Hugh's penis stiffened, then it
shrank down to less than a half-inch in length. His
testicles retreated up into his body to transform into
ovaries. As they did, the empty sack shrank down to a pair
of nether lips that surrounded his
New clitoris as it sank down into the opening that was
appearing. In the space of a few moments, Hugh now had a
fully functional female set of genitalia, all of it hidden
behind a triangular patch of soft, chestnut-colored curls.
As before, the magic now worked on Hugh's clothing. The T-
shirt changed from dark green to pink, as a pair of
battling robots became an image of Brittany Spears. A lacy
bra formed underneath to cup and support the new breasts.
The jeans slid up Hugh's legs, joining together as they did
to become a skirt that stopped a couple inches above the
knee. The cross-trainers were pink now.
"Now what do you think?" the brunette asked.
The tingling stopped and movement returned. Hugh looked
down at his hands, wriggled his long, slender fingers. The
fingers moved, gently cupped his new breasts. Then one hand
moved down further. It pushed it at the front of his skirt,
then pulled away. There was nothing there -- at least,
nothing of what _had_ been there.
"It's... it's so... different," Hugh said.
Hugh? No, that was somebody else. Someone she had been, but
someone that she wasn't -- that she didn't _want_ to be any
more. She blushed, embarrassed at the memory of the man she
had been. She was... Sue, now. The name came in a flash. It
felt right, and she smiled as she repeated it to herself.
"Ready to start your new life, then?" the woman -- "Aunt"
Delphine -- asked.
Sue walked over to Katherine Whyte and shyly took her hand.
"Yes. Can we go home now, Momma?"
The End
This story can be posted to any free site. By the way, for
those lacking in Latin, "habeas corpus" literally means
"you have the body."
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