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*Warning, contains rape theme at the end of the story.*
Betting Night
By J. Setak
I wouldn't say that I had a problem with gambling; it was just my way
to get a kick out of life. It was great. Usually, on a Friday evening I
would go to the casino with my friends and lose some money on the poker
tables or roulette. I loved one of the Casino's that was near me
called, "Tyler's Casino", purely out of superstition. I had won the
most amount of money that I had ever done at this place and I just
generally liked the atmosphere. I knew the guy who ran the place quite
well now, Tyler and he was a nice chap. He had often let me have a few
free bets if I had gone and complained to him about losing money in his
Casino. I'm not stupid, I know that hardly anyone wins anything in a
casino apart from the casino itself. People just turn up to pump money
in for the thrill of it, winning was just a bonus.
It was just an ordinary Friday night, but I was feeling especially
excited about tonight's gambling. Two of my friends, Carl and Pete were
coming along with me to Tyler's Casino but they hadn't promised to bet
much. Oh, my names Sam by the way. I didn't care whether Carl and Pete
were going to bet much this evening, I just wanted some company. It was
much better if there was someone you knew really well there to enjoy
the rush as well as yourself. I sometimes met up with this girl called
Tanja at the casino if I got lucky and would buy her a drink. On a
couple of occasions now we had returned to my place where we had had
casual sex. I say casual, because I didn't really want to get in a
relationship with her, but she's cool with that and so am I.
I had told Carl and Pete that I would meet them down at the casino, so
I got in my car and drove across the city to the location of Tyler's.
The city was alive with the buzz of a lively evening, but the traffic
wasn't too bad so I pulled into the casino's car park within 10
minutes. I got out and locked the car and entered the casino. I stood
for a while and admired the sound of coins being rattled, men shouting
and women laughing, the sight of men in waistcoats pushing and pulling
back chips on green canvas mats at a table. I would be lying if I said
that it wasn't my favourite place on earth; but like I said, I didn't
have a problem with gambling. I was on top of it.
I walked over to my usual table to play a hand of poker. I ordered a
drink that was delivered to my seat rather rapidly and politely. I had
a bad hand the first deal and lost a small amount of chips. I managed
to make a bit of a mess though and on the third deal I took back all
the chips I had just handed to the dealer and then some. I called it
quits after about 7 deals when I guessed I had broken even for what I
had started with. I looked up as I swigged down the last of my drink
and saw Carl and Pete walking towards me. They were dressed quite
smartly and were both bearing drinks. I wonder how long they had been
here?
"Hey, Scott. How's it going there?" asked Pete warmly.
"Yeah, good. Just broken even in 7 deals so not too bad thanks.
Yourself? When did you get here?" I replied.
"Ah, we got here about 10 minutes ago but we thought we would get a
drink before we met up with you. Did you see that Yasmin is in the
house tonight?" Carl asked.
Yasmin was a very strange character and always managed to do extremely
well out of betting. She usually bet alone, but always had a couple of
bodyguard like men standing at each of her shoulders. She was renowned
for her secrecy and shyness. But she always seemed to come out of the
casino with much more money than she had come in with. She was Tyler's
'worst' customer. Tyler had been looking for ways that he could get
Yasmin barred from ever entering the casino again, but she never
faulted. She never put a foot wrong in her gambling. She hadn't even
littered in the casino for the 6 months that Tyler had been watching
her on the CCTV; he had told me. Some people believed that her fortune
came due to magic, that she was some sort of witch who was taking
advantage of Tyler for some reason. I scoffed at this idea, I always
had. A witch? What must those people be on to believe that? After a
slight pause, I answered Carl's question.
"No. I didn't know she was here. Where is she at the moment?"
I had had a brilliant idea. It wasn't exactly against Tyler's policies
for two customers to gamble it out in a hand of poker. I could gain
much more prestige if I beat Yasmin and it became public. I loved this
place; I wanted to be the best that there was. In some respects I hated
Yasmin, she made it look so easy! Yeah, so I got some money out of the
casino some nights but nothing to what she got. I could challenge her.
It might just work.
"She's sitting at poker table 12, playing with a couple of people at
the moment. She has been going for a while though; she will probably be
finished pretty soon. We were watching her while we bought our drinks."
said Pete.
I had only ever spoken to Yasmin on two occasions and hadn't really
wanted to speak to her again. She's a very blunt old woman, who says
what's on her mind. Sometimes it was offensive but I can see her
motives. She doesn't care for anyone in the world really, or not that I
knew of. I'd do it. I would go and challenge her, a challenge to become
king of Tyler's poker.
I stood up from my table without replying to Pete. I set my hand face
down on the table and gave the dealer some coins as I walked passed
him. I walked passed the bar and towards poker table 12. Carl and Pete
followed me, looking confused at each other. I had to subtly push past
some people, but soon I could see table 12. There was a crowd standing
around the green canvas table, which was illuminated by a lamp, which
had been pulled down to floodlight the table and the chips sitting in
the middle of them. Around the table sat an old woman who had grey
straggly hair, which was matted in clumps. She was dressed quite like a
gypsy would, but she couldn't be a gypsy; she won too much from the
casino. To her sides were two men dressed in black suits and I wouldn't
be surprised if they were armed. To Yasmin's left, sat a gentleman in
his 40s who was obviously under some sort of influence from alcohol.
What I would have bet wasn't his wife, was standing behind his
slightly, with her hands draped over his shoulders and he kept joking
with the people surrounding him, laughing heartily. Opposite this man
sat a quiet man who wore round glasses. I would guess he was about 40
as well and he had a wisp of white hair that curled around his head. He
looked down his nose at his cards and made no expression on his face.
Often expression from the face is important in gambling and this guy
obviously had it down to fine-tuning. Neither of the men playing Yasmin
had been in Tyler's before, otherwise they wouldn't have sat down to
play with our Yasmin. She sipped her drink as they came to the climax
of a hand. The quiet man raised the bet with Yasmin for a while before
giving in and Yasmin took the chips, revealing a triplet of 9's and a
pair of 10's. The crowd around the table let a warm sigh and light
discussion break free before they returned to their silence. Yasmin was
finished though; she stood from the table and pushed her chair back
toward the table as she stepped out. Her 'body-guards' escorted her to
the bar where she placed her glass down on the wooden bar and sat on a
chair. The bodyguards still stood up right.
I walked over to where Yasmin was sitting, drawing the attention of
some people when I did so. They couldn't quite believe that anyone
would want to talk to that hag. People hate it when some people win
loads and they don't. Which is what many people in the casino felt
towards Yasmin. The two bodyguards seemed to extend themselves even
more bolt upright from their already tall position as I walked over and
pulled a chair up. I wasn't sure how to start talking to her, but she
looked at me as she started sipping on her new drink.
"Yasmin. I have a preposition for you." I asked, quite nervously
actually. There was so much mystery surrounding this woman.
"Eh?" said the old Yasmin with a bit of a grunt.
"I would like to challenge to you to 5 card poker this evening. I feel
that we are both successful gamblers, you probably more so than me, but
I welcome a challenge and assure me I consider you a challenge." I
said, in utmost respect. Yasmin laughed slightly as she took another
sip of her drink.
"Why not. I think we should get some privacy if we are going to do this
properly." And she told the barman to tell Tyler that Yasmin and Scott
wanted to use the executive gambling room and the barman walked off
presumably to go and get Tyler.
The executive gambling room was hardly ever used. I remember about a
year ago, it was used for a very large gambling evening between Tyler
and some people he had rustled together to compete with an Italian gang
at poker. If they were to do something like that again, I think that I
would have been picked for his team. But Tyler hadn't picked me, or
even picked Yasmin, out of spite. He had got some other gentlemen from
another casino in, which I wasn't sure he was supposed to do but it
seems the Italians hadn't found out. Tyler's team had in fact won that
evenings betting and exited the executive room to a silent gambling
hall to announce that he was victorious. It was the first night that I
had met Tanja and we had got pretty drunk.
"Privacy?" I replied. "How can we have privacy if you are going to let
your cronies here in with you." I gestured at the tall men standing
beside Yasmin who stirred uneasily at what I had just said.
"Hmm. I noticed you were here with Carl and Pete earlier. Get them to
come in with you."
How had she known Carl or Pete's names? I was sure she didn't know
them; they weren't exactly regulars at Tyler's. Never the less, I got
off my stool and walked over to Carl and Pete who were still standing
around the table with the drunk man and the quiet gentleman. Another
player had joined the table to gamble, Tanja. I caught her eye and we
exchanged a slight smile. She was beautiful. I grabbed Carl's arm and
gestured for them to follow me over to the bar. Even though there we
weren't gambling, there was a crowd assembling around Yasmin when we
returned.
"What's going on Scott?" Asked Pete.
So I told him that I was going to challenge Yasmin to become king of
Tyler's Casino. Carl and Pete expressed that they felt this was a bad
plan and that I would lose all my money if I bet with Yasmin. I scoffed
at them, what did they know? They weren't gamblers like me. I was
confident enough that I could give her a run for her money and soon
Tyler was standing behind the bar.
"Right. If you want to use the executive room, you had better not make
a mess of it, understand?" Tyler asked, looking between Yasmin and me.
We both agreed by a nod of the head and Tyler gestured for us to follow
him round the side of the room to a door which said the words
"Executive Gambling" on the front of the frosted glass windowed door.
Tyler unlocked the door and we walked into the reasonably large room.
The decor in the room was posh and expensive and there was fine green
carpet on the floor under my feet. Tyler flicked on some lights and I
could now see that there were pictures hanging on all the walls. In the
middle of the room was an expensive looking gambling table with the
trademarked green canvas over the tabletop. There were some chairs
assembled around the table, 6 in fact. The exact number that we needed.
We moved over to the table and sat down; me and Yasmin facing each
other and then Carl and Pete behind me at each side and Yasmin's body
guards doing the same at her end.
"Right. How much do you want to bet in the first hand?" I asked.
"How about we don't bet money..." said Yasmin, quite strangely. I
wasn't quite sure what she was getting at, so I inquired into the
matter.
"Well, as you may well know I'm quite nifty at the old magic. I would
like to make some prepositions for the winner and for the loser that
contain magic. I would urge you to stick by the betting." She
continued.
I laughed to myself; I couldn't quite believe what I was hearing. I
wasn't going to lose any money. Naturally, Yasmin being the better
player I had to abide by her standards and rules.
"You can't be serious. Magic isn't real." I said, quite confidently
with a bit of a snigger.
"Oh isn't it? Well we will just see. I say best of 3 hands. 5 card. If
you lose, then..." and she thought to herself for a while. "Then I get
to change your gender from what it is currently, using magic." She
smiled at herself. I laughed, what was she on?
"And If I win?" I said, half joking with her.
"If you win..." she paused again and I could see her looking around in
her mind. "If you win, then you get to determine your future. You can
walk out of this room and be married to that Tanja girl that you like
and no one will know anything different."
he smiled again, her slightly evil smile. I thought that this was going
to be a serious nights gambling, but it was turning disappointing.
Yasmin wasn't taking it seriously, I thought.
"Do you agree with these terms Scott?" She asked.
"Yeah. Yeah whatever." I said, still confident.
Tyler, who I had almost forgotten was in the room, started the deal. My
cards weren't that bad. In fact I could make a win out of this. The
betting didn't rise as we were playing by Yasmin's rules, but my hand
started to grow to a decent one. At the end of the round, we turned up
and I had won by a margin. I had a higher pair than she did which meant
I had won. I smiled at myself and heard Carl and Pete laugh behind me.
I was playing it cool.
The second deal came my way. The cards weren't good. Nothing matched
and I couldn't see anyway of patching things here. I managed to make a
measly pair of 3's and when we turned up, Yasmin had easily won that
round. I was starting to feel the pressure. These rounds had taken only
about 10 minutes, but there was still time to make up. I could win on
the last round, if I played well.
I picked up my 3rd set of cards and tried hard not to smile. My cards
were amazing. In my mind I questioned the dealer; would Tyler cheat and
deal me a good hand to get back at Yasmin? I don't think he would, he's
an honest man, but it definitely crossed my mind. I exchanged a few
cards, but my hand hardly improved. It didn't matter, it was still
strong. I was feeling confident, I could feel the buzz of butterflies
in my stomach. I loved the game; the thrill of it. A bead of sweat
gathered on my forehead as it came to turn up. I revealed my good hand
for the third time on the table. There was an extremely uncomfortable
silence and pause in the room and the only sound came from the fan
light above us. The sound from the other room was shut off. Even if I
did lose, I hadn't seriously considered Yasmin's proposals as being
truthful. It wasn't possible, so what was the problem? Why did I feel
so anxious? The fan span for an eternity. I was about to ask Yasmin to
turn her cards up, when she did. On the table lay a full house, she had
beaten me 2 to 1. I sat back in my seat, mildly disappointed. Yasmin's
bodyguards smiled showing their teeth.
"Nice one," I said and shook Yasmin's hand across the table. I got up
out of my seat, but was interrupted by Yasmin.
"Erm, Scott? I'm afraid you lost. Remember my terms?"
"What?"
I was doubting what I was hearing. I thought she was joking. I still
partly did. She stood from her chair now and walked over to me and led
me up from my chair. Carl and Pete just sat there, as did Yasmin's
bodyguards. She held my arm, quite tight for someone of her age and she
lead me to another door at the other side of the room, which I hadn't
noticed, was there when I entered. She opened it with her bony hand and
pushed me inside. It was a room quite similar to the one we had just
left, although there was no furniture in it, just a pole in the middle
of the room extending from the ceiling to the carpeted floor. She
closed the door behind her with a click. Silence. She pushed me into
the middle of the room near the pole.
"So. Ready?" She asked.
I was so confused now, who was she fooling? Magic? Change me into a
girl? This didn't make sense.
"Ready? Are you out of your mind? You can't do magic lady." I said,
quite slowly so she could understand me.
She laughed and tied me to the pole in the middle of the room. I stood
with my hands behind my back and my feet bound to the metal pole. She
walked in front of me and sat cross-legged in the middle of the room
facing me. She placed her head quite low in her lap and started to
mutter things under her breath. I laughed; she was going into some sort
of trance. Did Yasmin seriously believe that she could turn me into a
woman? I laughed, nervously now. She was starting to freak me out. She
continued her trance, muttering her foreign words.
Suddenly, I felt a surge of power in the pole. It had begun to vibrate
lightly and I could feel it against my hands. It soon made my hands
vibrate; I could feel the energy in them. It spread up my arms and
across my body within an instance. I was vibrating lightly; it felt as
though a light electric current was running through me. Yasmin
continued to mutter things under her breath. The vibrating increased
ever so slightly before staying at the same amplitude. Then the feeling
of pain increased.
At first in my bound hands and feet, but then spreading from those
areas all across my body. It soon became immense pain. I closed my eyes
in pain and started wincing. The pain increased and it was now
seriously painful all over. I couldn't move and it wasn't just the rope
around my limbs. It might sound strange, but I could feel the bones in
my body clicking around. I could feel their infrastructure contorting
in places and widening in others; it was most painful. Then the bones
stopped and the insides themselves started swirling around. I could
hear it even above the vibrating hum. They moved themselves ever so
slightly, but I could feel it all as if it was magnified thousands of
times. Then the pain climaxed, to the peak of its sheer agony. I cried
out loudly, hopeful someone might hear me and come and help me from
this mad woman. I felt some hair against my shoulders and then my
clothes rustled and mover around and I felt something strange on my
chest then the buzzing seemed to slow down and then stop. The pole
resting peacefully. I lulled forwards; I wanted to be sick and to feint
right there and then. All my weight was being supported by my hands and
feet tied.
I opened my eyes slowly and looked forwards. I was still leaning
forward and I could see dark, long hair falling in front of my face. It
was reflecting the fan light above us it was so shiny. I pulled my
weight back up with my hands and the hair fell to the side of my face.
I stood there for a while, breathing deeply. My whole body was off
balance and I could have sworn I was shorter. I didn't want to believe
what Yasmin had done to me. I looked down at her sitting on the floor
and she was motionless with her head still lulled in front of her
between her legs. I looked around the room, it seemed normal enough. I
looked down at myself and saw that I was wearing female clothes. They
weren't eccentric clothes, a fashionable top that had flowing bits for
the sleeves. It clung to my new body quite tightly. I saw two female
breasts, enclosed in the clothing, but they were definitely there when
they hadn't been before.
I swallowed, trying not to cry. I was wearing a skirt that came down to
just above my knees. I saw that my legs were now hairless and rather
longer than they had been before. I tried to get a glimpse at my arms,
but as I did so, I pulled my hands free of the rope. I guess it must
have been because my wrists were now thinner than they had been before.
I untied my feet and stepped out of the ropes. I was wearing shoes with
a slight heal and even though I had never walked in heels before, it
seemed to be second nature for me now. I walked around the room slowly,
trying to ignore the thing that had just happened. But I couldn't. I
had to look down at my body many times to re-confirm it. I pressed my
hand lightly against the front of my skirt and there was definitely no
bulge there when there had been before. It felt so... flat. It was
weird.
I walked around and I realised that one of the pictures was actually a
mirror. I walked over to it quickly and stood in front of it. I caught
a reflection starting back at me even though it was rather dark. It was
the image of a woman. She had flowing silky black hair and her face was
quite recognisable. I thought about it, then I could definitely pick
out my face in the woman's. It was just more... feminine. The cheeks
were quite high now and the nose smaller and cute. I also bore some
make up on my eyelids but I could definitely see my face in there
somewhere. It was quite reassuring. I was wearing a red top, which was
quite smart and slightly eccentric in a fashionable way. I looked at my
breasts in the reflection of the mirror and could see that they were a
decent size. I could feel their weight even without touching them,
tugging down at my chest. Quite annoying really. But a good size.
"Magic isn't real eh?" Said a voice behind me that made me jump what
felt two foot in the air. I caught my breath and felt my breasts jiggle
on my chest.
"What have you done?" I said quietly and slowly.
The voice that emitted from my mouth was not that of my own. It was a
feminine high-pitched voice that sounded soothing and calm. Even though
this is true, maybe I could detect a slight characteristic of my old
male voice. But maybe I was imagining it.
"I would have thought that was quite clear. You need rest I'm afraid
and so do I." Yasmin walked over to me.
Was she a bit taller? No, I was a bit smaller. The height difference
was quite something to get my head around. Everything looked as though
it had grown and I don't think my brain could handle the fact that I
had shrunk. She took my arm, which now showed bare skin and led me to
the door. I felt bemused, still in shock. Her touch against my skin was
so sensitive, I could feel it. My skin felt so smooth, like white snow
lying perfectly level on a winter's day.
Yasmin opened the door to the executive gambling room and passed
through. I wasn't expecting to see anyone in there, so I got a shock
when I saw Carl, Pete, Tyler and Yasmin's two body guards sitting
around a table. Carl and one of the bodyguards were playing cards while
the others were talking quietly. They looked up almost at the same time
as I entered the room and stared at me. The staring didn't stop. I felt
so awkward. I was still the same person at the end of the day, but they
still stared. I heard the fan above the table again; it sounded
deafening. I stopped looking at them and just looked at the ground. I
was so embarrassed. Still no one talked, but Yasmin led me across the
room and toward the main hall.
"I can't go in there!" I said, in my new voice. "Everyone will see me
like this!" I exclaimed and grabbed my breasts with my hands as I said
this.
I could feel them in my hands as well as on my chest. It was most
strange. I held them slightly longer than I probably should have done
in the situation, but Yasmin replied to my remarks.
"No one will know it was you. Trust me." And she opened the door just
like that.
People turned around and saw Yasmin and Sophie walking out of the exec.
room. No one knew it was me. I presumed that they hadn't realised that
'Sophie', as I suddenly sensed was my name, looked remarkably like
'Scott'. We walked over to the exit door and out into the late night
air. It was quite cold and I could feel goosebumps on my uncovered
body. I felt my nipples become erect in the wind; they were so much
more sensitive now I was a woman.
"Go home and get some rest." said Yasmin. "I will be in touch with you
in the morning."
And with that she walked over to her car and got in. I watched as she
backed out of the car park and drove off down the quiet street. I stood
there in the midnight breeze, freezing. I looked in my pocket and
amazingly, my car keys where there. I went down the entrance steps and
over to my car. I unlocked it and got in. I sat for a while, just
looking at my body and feeling it over. It actually felt quite good. It
wasn't as if I had died or anything, just changed gender magically. I
sighed and turned the keys. There was a knocking at my window, it was
Carl and Pete. I wound down the window.
"Yes?" I said, a bit more enticingly that I would have wanted.
"Erm, Scott can we get a lift back? Pete's work mate gave us a lift
here and we can't get home otherwise." I thought about it and I didn't
see why not.
"No problem. Get in and call me Sophie to avoid confusion in the
future." I said.
I was fitting in to this role a bit too comfortably I thought. We drove
to Carls house which took us about 5 minutes and I stopped the car.
Carl leant over towards me in the driving seat and started undoing my
skirt. I couldn't believe what he was doing and I hit his hand and
looked at him in shock. Pete leant over from the back and wrestled my
hands and pinned them against the seat. Carl undid my skirt and I
started screaming, but Pete held his hand over my mouth. Carl soon had
the skirt off and he slid across to the driver's seat where I was
sitting. He propped me up and undid his trousers. His erect dick moved
towards my new equipment, which I hadn't even had time to explore
myself. I felt him penetrate me and it was nothing like I had ever felt
before.
I screamed out, I wanted it to stop, but he entered me with power. He
held me against him and I can't deny it didn't feel good, but I didn't
want it. He fucked me harder for about 3 minutes before withdrawing. He
held me against the seat and swapped places with Pete. I was so weak in
this body, I couldn't do anything. Pete undid his trousers and it
seemed he was larger than Carl. He pushed himself into me hard and I
screamed again. I was soon very painful down there and Pete withdrew
and did his trousers up. The two men got out of the car without saying
a word and went up to Carl's front door. I cried as I watched them open
the door and go inside and close it behind them. I did up my skirt,
catching glimpses of a dirty woman's slit. I drove home and cried
myself to sleep.
When I turned on the TV in the morning, there was an item on the news
that caught my attention. An old woman had had a car crash late last
night and had been killed on scene. She was said to have been held up
by some youths at a traffic light and had been shot in the process and
left to bleed in the street. The car had been stolen and it seemed that
the woman had no relatives. But the camera showed the scene of the
accident and lying in the road in the screen was Yasmin...
She had said she would call me in the morning! But now she was dead and
I was stuck like this. I couldn't believe my luck and cried harder into
my hands. The doorbell rang, so I got up, sniffing and went over to the
door. I swung it open and standing there was Carl and Pete...
Okay maybe I did have a gambling problem.
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