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Laid Off II
By Bill Hart
"Well," said the odd man with an equally odd smile as he continued
sitting in the booth with me.
"Well... what?" I snarled, breaking my self-imposed silence.
"It's inevitable, you know."
"What's inevitable?"
"Your transformation, of course," he smiled knowingly. "What else?"
"My transformation? You mean something like you did with Melanie
earlier," I replied, trying hard not to laugh. "You want to know
something really interesting? If you were wearing a hat, I'd tell
you take it off because something's definitely stopped the flow of
blood to your small brain." And yet, not knowing exactly why, I
quietly looked myself over for some sign of this transformation he'd
just mentioned.
The man reached out his hand towards me.
"Oh no you don't," I snapped, while slapping his hand away. "There's
no way in hell you're messing with my mind, you odd little twerp."
Although he said nothing, his hand began moving towards my face my
face again.
"You'd better pull that hand of yours back right this instant. If
you don't, you'll be pulling back a stump." I glared as menacingly
as I could at him. Obviously, as his hand retreated, he'd figured
out I wasn't in the mood to take any of his shit.
"But..."
"No buts allowed," I continued glaring at him. "Why the hell would
you want to change who I am anyway?" I stood up, surprised that I
could. "And just what the fuck's wrong with me the way I am?"
"I really don't think there's anything wrong with you," replied the
odd man sheepishly.
"You got that damn straight, little man," I smiled back. "Just look
at me! I've got gorgeous flaming red hair. And I'm sure that even
you would agree that my boobs are every bit as big and firm as
Melanie's." I just loved all seeing all those peculiar expressions
being written and rewritten all over his odd, but kind of cute in its
own way, little face. "Or just maybe, instead of being interested in
boobs, you're more of a leg man." As I balanced myself on one of my
slender and sexy legs, I slowly wiggled the other equally slender and
sexy appendage in front of his startled face. "So tell me, are you
really a leg man?"
The odd man said nothing. However, he seemed a little confused for no
explicable reason I could come up with.
"I would have never guessed you were so shy," I smiled, enjoying the
odd man's apparent, and growing, discomfort. "If I hadn't seen you
earlier with Melanie, I would almost swear you'd never had a sexy girl
flirt with you before."
"You think you're a girl?"
"Are you all right? Of course, I don't think I'm a girl," I replied
haughtily. "I might have been a man when I entered this bar, but I
no longer consider that overly important. For the record, I know that
I'm a one hundred percent woman now. Are you sure you aren't wearing
an invisible hat?" I grabbed one of his hands and placed it on one of
my full, firm breasts. "Just how many guys do you know with such an
exceptional set of knockers."
"This has never happened before."
"You poor deprived little boy," I sighed. "Did anyone ever tell you
you have the nicest hands?"
"But..."
"Did anyone ever tell you you're so very cute when you're flustered?"
Although this was a new experience for me, I found I just loved
turning men into puddles of tapioca pudding.
And then the door of the bar opened, breaking my playful mood.
"Oh shit," I muttered, annoyed with being interrupted.
"Oh shit," said the odd man. "He's not supposed to be here."
"You know him?" I asked, as I watched the newly arrived man stride
across the floor as if he owned the place. There was just something
about this man that riled me. "I don't like him one little bit."
"I'm not surprised, nobody ever does. No one has ever liked him."
"Who is he?"
"I can't tell you. He isn't supposed to be here."
I glared at the odd man for a moment before realizing who this new
arrival must be. I had no real idea how or why I knew; I just knew
that I knew. "That's all right, you don't need to tell me anything
about him. I already know exactly who he is. If I'm not mistaken - I
doubt that's possible - that's the pimple-popping, snot-faced,
butt-licking, shit-eating, whiney little bastard who can't tell the
pointy end of a knitting needle embedded two inches deep in his arm
from its head that so thoroughly screwed over Melanie while she was
still a man earlier today. Isn't that right?"
Although the odd man swallowed nervously, he remained silent.
"Your silence only confirms his identity." Now that I had a better
idea of why I'd intuitively disliked this man I'd never met before,
I grew even angrier. That scum-sucking bastard had screwed Melanie
without even a remorseful thought. How many other innocents had that
weasel screwed that I knew nothing about? "I think that bastard needs
to be taught a lesson."
"You can't do that."
"The hell I can't," I snapped. "I'll even let you watch."
"You don't understand." He looked fervently around the room. "I
shouldn't be telling you this." His eyes made another scan of the
room. "It's in the rules," he whispered.
"It's in the rules?" I asked. "It's in what fucking rules?"
"The unwritten rules, of course," came his whispered, very nervous,
reply.
"How the hell can you have rules that aren't written down? Who'd
even know what to do? Who'd even know whether or not someone was
playing fairly? Just who the fuck came up with something so dumb?"
"Isn't it obvious?" The odd man looked nervously around. "They did,
of course? And besides, for Them, playing fairly was never a viable
option."
"And I suppose he's one of Them?"
"Of course, he is. That's why he can't be taught a lesson." The
odd man sighed. "He's one of Them who are allowed to do anything
they want to anyone they want to do it to. I'm so glad you finally
understand."
"Like hell I understand. That's the biggest crock of total bullshit
I've ever heard." I looked over at that horrid man sitting alone at
the counter. I disliked this man who'd screwed others so cavalierly
even more than before. "He still needs to be taught a lesson about
playing well with others. And if it all it takes is writing down a
few simple little rules in order to do it, then I'm just the fucking
bitch to do the writing."
"But you can't..."
I turned and glared at the odd man. "Don't you ever tell me I can't
do something again," I snarled. "I'm in command here now. Do you
have any questions?" I began tapping my foot. "I hope I've made
myself clear."
There was a small, barely noticeable, tremor and a faraway rumbling of
thunder.
"Perfectly clear, Madame," he replied quickly. "I've no questions at
all." The odd man seemed strangely nervous. "Well actually, I do
have one small question, Madame."
"And that is?"
"It's not a complaint. But it's something I need for the paperwork
regarding your assumption of this facility's management. I was told
to expect someone, but not who or when. And I need to know... that
is.... I mean... I don't even know what to call you."
"Is that all?" I smiled. "You may call me... Bridget."
"Bridget?"
"Have you got a problem with my name, Mister?" I snapped.
"Not at all, Madame Bridget," he replied. "It just wasn't quite what
I was expecting. But I think Bridget's the absolutely perfect name
for you."
"Good. I'm glad that's settled." I looked at the odd man for a
moment. "But now that you've brought it up, what should I call you?"
"Anything you like, of course."
"Then I'll call you Sweetcheeks," I smiled. "Do you like that name?"
"I love it, Madame Bridget," smiled Sweetcheeks weakly.
"Now just be a good little boy, Sweetcheeks. Just sit there and
relax. I have a little long overdue rule writing to do."
"Yes, Madame Bridget."
With the greatest of ease, I slithered sexily over to the counter
where that man - One of Them - sat, oblivious to the fact his day
of reckoning was finally at hand. "Hello, stranger," I whispered
as I playfully nibbled on his ear. But even as I did I wanted to
puke. "Jack," I turned to the bartender, "Would you pour our new
guest a drink... on the house, of course. Please make it some of
the special blend."
"Whatever you say, ma'am," smiled Jack the bartender. "You're the
boss." As he set the glass down, he winked at me. Clearly, Jack
didn't think much of this odious man either.
But then, the odd man I now called Sweetcheeks had said no one liked
him.
That was something I was just about to change.
"You're the person in charge here?" he asked snidely, emphasizing
'person' as if it were some dirty word. He picked up the glass Jack
had set before him, sniffed at its contents, and took a small cautious
sip. "This is surprisingly good."
"Of course, I'm in charge." I smiled, as I watched him take another,
this time longer, sip. "I so glad you're enjoying your drink." I
continued smiling, although without much encouragement I would have
gladly shoved that glass up the crack of his ass. "It's a very
special blend intended only for very special customers like you."
He nodded, as if acknowledging he knew he was special. What a totally
self-indulgent asshole I thought. "I'm still surprised that someone
like you is in charge here." He took a long draught from the glass.
"Had I known, I might not have entered this place for a drink. And
yet, had I not entered I would have never had the opportunity to
partake of such a wondrously marvelous drink."
"Why wouldn't you have entered?" I asked, barely suppressing the need
to add 'you pompous asshole' before strangling him.
"Even to someone like you, isn't it obvious?" He finished his drink
and set the empty glass down on the counter. "You're a woman."
"I so glad you finally noticed." I doubted he noticed the sarcasm.
Turning to Jack, I added, "Would you mind pouring our guest another
round from the special blend."
"On the house, of course," the man added quickly.
"Of course," I readily agreed. Once Jack set the glass down I added,
"What's the matter with women? Don't you like women?"
"I like women just fine, you uppity bitch," he snarled. With a deft
ease I would have considered him incapable of, he swallowed every last
drop of his latest free libation. It almost seemed as if he might be
worrying I'd snatch it away from him for simply daring to call me a
bitch. How little he knew of me and my plans. "I like my women to
know their place. And its quite clear to me, you don't."
"Perhaps, I know more than you think I do," I smiled. "But tell me,
if you wouldn't mind, I'm quite curious. If you could remake women to
your own design, just what would changes would you make?"
He smiled wickedly. "That's very easy to answer. I'm always thinking
of ways to make my life easier. First of all, I'd get rid of all the
uppity bitches in the world just like you. Women like you create too
many problems. Consequently, just like any other problem, you are as
totally unnecessary as all the flotsam and jetsam I rid companies of
daily. If I could, I'd turn them all into blue-eyed blondes. I'd
make them all exceptionally pleasing to the eye with jugs the size of
beach balls. They definitely wouldn't need to be very smart either.
Smart women cause even more problems. As long as they can dress
themselves to please me, as long as they can prepare a decent evening
meal for me, and as long as they can do me, I'd consider them perfect."
What an asshole, I thought. He had such ludicrous ideas about women.
At another time I would have slapped his face, but at that moment his
ridiculous ideas only made me smile.
And as I watched, the potion began taking effect.
Although the man never noticed any of the changes his body was
experiencing, I found myself wishing he could know exactly what
was happening.
In a very short period of time, the man's short dark hair had both
lengthened and lightened into a full-bodied blonde mane of curls and
his eyes had turned a sparkling blue.
But even more impressive to me was he'd shrunk several inches in only
a few minutes and now stood by my estimation roughly five foot, five.
He also possessed long slender legs that seemed to extend forever
from the black leather skirt he was wearing.
And just as he'd unknowingly described himself, he was stunningly
gorgeous. Even I - although I was really no longer into girls that
way - found myself becoming aroused. The first man simply seeing my
new creation would be in for an adventure he'd never forget.
And the new girl - there was no longer much sense thinking of her as
a he - had breasts. A very large pair that were easily the size of
over-inflated beach balls. I didn't feel sorry for her. After all,
the potion had only done what it had been designed to do. Her new
breasts were exactly the size he'd considered perfect.
I was surprised she could stand so easily with such massive mammaries
and such a tiny waist. But then, if she'd fallen down, she would have
very likely been bounced quickly to her feet again. I could only
imagine the fast actions of the potion were behind the swiftness of
her adaptability.
When I looked over at Sweetcheeks, he put one hand across his face
and pointed at the new girl with the other. I knew exactly what he
was telling me. And I knew, I should hurry.
"Where are all the men?" asked the new girl as I reached her side.
She seemed impatient. But there remained one more thing to do before
she could safely be released into the unsuspecting world. And I was
unwilling to have someone like her replace me in this position I'd
just recently obtained.
She offered no resistance as I carefully placing my hand on her face
in the best imitation of a Vulcan mind meld I could muster. I told
her as unemotionally as Sweetcheeks had earlier told Melanie, "All
memories no longer necessary be now replaced with those that are."
But the man she'd once been had never had a need or any great desire
for an intelligent woman. As a result, I watched while the raging
fires of intelligence behind her blue eyes slowly flickered downwards
and finally out. He had once been a complex man; she was not. As a
result, an insufficient number of thoughts existed to replace the
vast multitude now rendered unnecessary.
And yet, nature had always abhorred a vacuum and her mind was no
exception. With so few thoughts available, a great many thoughts
were repeatedly duplicated and subsequently reinforced, even as her
hormone levels rose in quick response.
As if waking from a long nap, the girl shook her head, which sent her
mane of blonde curls swirling around her head. As she looked at me,
she began to giggle. "You haven't answered my question yet," she
told me in a bubbly soprano. "Where have you hidden all the men,
Madame Bridget? Right now, I'm hornier than shit. And if I don't
get a man in me real soon I just don't know what I'm going to do."
"There should me one arriving soon," I said, hoping I was right.
"However, in order to complete your employment paperwork, I need
to know what you want to be called."
She looked at me as if I'd guess asked her something stupid. But,
once she began giggling again, I realized her attention span was
expectedly limited. "I'm Taffy," she giggled. "Don't you remember
me telling you that?"
I didn't. But that was simply because she hadn't.
"What's keeping all the men?" asked Taffy. "Don't they know I'm
waiting for them?"
"It shouldn't be long, Taffy," I told her, hoping it really wouldn't.
I was afraid if some male didn't come soon that Taffy would drive me
crazy with her incessant whining. And yet, I had to smile as I
thought about how different a meaning 'being screwed' had to Taffy
then the same phrase had meant to her prior male self.
And then, to my complete and total relief, the door swung open.
An unsuspecting young man of at best average appearance entered and
walked towards the counter.
Even though she wasn't facing the door, the mere presence of this
male in the bar was not lost on Taffy. She was fully aroused before
she even saw him. And if she were in any way disappointed in his
mostly average looks when she saw him, she definitely didn't show it.
"Can I help you with something?" asked Taffy as she approached the
counter.
As he turned, his bodily motions gave me the distinct impression he
was going to tell her to get lost and leave him alone. But that quickly
changed when he caught sight of her. Her new pheromones were very
obviously in perfect working order. His mouth gaped open. And just
like a man, he stared lustfully at her bountiful breasts. I'd never
seen a man get it up so quickly in my whole life. "What a totally
awesome woody," I sighed.
Without waiting for him to answer, Taffy aggressively pulled the
young man to her and kissed him roughly. The young man didn't
object; I doubted he could. In fact, I would have bet a full week's
pay that at this moment in time the young man could have never told
anyone his name. Clearly, Taffy had enthralled him completely.
I was beginning to think I'd created a monster.
When she finally let the young man come up for a breath of fresh air,
his eyes had glazed over. He'd begun to drool. And unbelievably his
woody had grown even larger. How could he possibly keep something
that huge from ripping open his pants?
"Are you ready to go to my room?" asked Taffy, as she looked down at
the young man's crotch and smiled. "I can certainly tell you're
pleased to see me and just raring to get started."
"Room?" said the young man. "We... go... room... now," he stumbled
over every word. He smiled at Taffy. "We fuck!"
"I think you've got it," grinned Taffy. As she led the young man
away, she turned to me for a moment. "Don't lock the doors early,
Madame Bridget. We're going to be at it for hours and hours."
"Hours... and... hours," grinned the young man. "Hours... and...
hours," he kept repeating until I could hear him no more.
"I don't think we need to worry about retribution from Them," said
Sweetcheeks, suddenly standing at my side.
"Them?"
"You must remember, he was one of Them."
"Oh, those Them," I replied. "They won't want to get even?"
"Of course, they will. But they don't recognize females as equal.
As far as they're concerned females have but one purpose. And as
well as she's adapted to their ideas about women, they will never
even consider the possibility that she might be the errant One. But
don't be surprised, if one or more of Them come round to take in her
pleasures once the word of her lusty insatiability reaches Them."
"They'd do that to one of their own?"
"I just told you they would not know her as one of Them," replied
Sweetcheeks. "But to answer your question... in less than a
heartbeat."
"Maybe we could remove a few more of Them."
"I wouldn't tempt fate, Madame Bridget."
"You might be right, Sweetcheeks," I replied. "Or you might not.
Only time will tell one way or the other."
And with that, knowing full well that my new girls Taffy and Melanie
were fitting in nicely with the others, I walked over to the bar.
"Jack," I said as I sat down on one of the stools. "Give me Scotch -
straight up. And make it a double."
The End
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