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As I stood there, I reflexively resisted Randal's grasp. I was shocked
at my inability to resist his handling. Shannon's petite body just
wasn't strong enough to put off Randal's manhandling. I twisted a bit
against the grip he had on me he had on my underarms.
"Randal!" I grunted a bit before continuing, "Y-you're hurting me!"
Randal laughed as he pushed me away. The sudden momentum unbalanced me
as I stumbled back on the high heels. I hit the chair, tumbling over
it. When my fall stopped, I sat there on the ground, Shannon's butt
smarting at the impact.
"You really are a delicate little thing now, aren't you Bob." Randal
laughed.
My anger momentarily overcoming my fear, I snapped at him form my prone
position. "You're just loving this aren't you? You sick little bastard!
I-I-I..." as I sputtered, Randal smiled broadly.
"You'll what Bob? We both know that you can't do a damned thing. If you
do anything that I don't like, the deal is off. You'll be stuck with
Ms. Armstrong's body, and no one will ever see yours, or her head ever
again!"
My heart skipped a beat as I began to concur with his analysis.
"No doctor, no scientist, no one at all, is going to be able to put
Humpty-Dumpty back together again Bob." With devilish satisfaction he
added his piece de' resistance; "Can you imagine the media attention
you would get Bob? Man's head on young woman's body. What a feeding
frenzy that would cause."
I swallowed hard as I considered all of the possibilities. As
unbearable as it was, I was completely in Randal's power. If I ever
wanted to get back to things as they should have been. Slumping my
shoulders and lowering my head, I began to tear up a bit at the
injustice of it all. Choking on the tears I was fighting back, I
finally gave in.
With my voice low I said, "Fine. You've got me where you want me
Randal. I'll do whatever you say." Looking up at his smug face I asked
him, "What do I have to do for you to give me back myself?"
Relaxing into a closed smile, Randal walked over and offered me a hand.
With Alicia's trembling doll like left hand, I took it. Randal pulled
my body's now easily managed weight up off of the floor, lifting my
feet up on to the damn high heels I was wearing.
"I'm glad you've come to the only sensible conclusion you could Bob."
Letting go of my hand, Randal gave me a run down of what we would be
doing for the next several hours. "We'll have to wait her for a bit, at
least until the student body and faculty head home."
Randal walked over to my closet and looked inside, pulling an overcoat
I had stashed there, he tossed it over onto the couch.
"We'll cover you up as best we can with that. With your new much
shorter stature it should do the job. In fact, if you weren't in those
little towers on your feet it would probably bunch up on the ground!"
Heading back over towards me, Randal pulled the guests chair over to
himself and sat down on it, directly in front of me. "Is there anyone
at your house this evening Bob?"
Turning his words over a bit through my still flustered head, I finally
answered after assembling their meaning. "N-no, I live alone now. I'm
by myself at least until tomorrow. My..."
Cutting me off, Randal said, "Great! We'll head to your house then.
Once we're there, I'll lay out what you need to do tonight to get my
benefactor out of his prison." Looking into my eyes, Randal tried to
reassure me a bit. "Once you get what he needs, I'll get right on
setting things straight for you and Ms. Armstrong. Don't worry Bob,
you'll be back on your body in no time!"
I so desperately wanted to believe him. I was terrified of what I would
have to do for his "benefactor", but I gave in to my need to hope.
Looking at his watch, Randal told me, "W`ell, since we have a little
while before the school-day ends, why don't you let me take a closure
inspection of that hot new little body of your Bobby boy!" He
practically licked his lips in anticipation.
Recoiling in horror, I stepped back a bit, "Y-you stay away from me!"
"Bob, need I remind you of what we've already discussed? Get, over,
here, now!"
Shaking with shame and frustration, I gingerly did as he asked. Step
after tentative high heeled step I got closer. As distasteful as it
was, Randal held all of the cards at this point. As I got within the
range of his touch, I promised myself that I would look for a way out
of this at all times. I had to find some way to get some kind of
leverage on Randal!
"Put that right foot up here on the seat of the chair Bob, right here
between my legs, but be careful!"
With careful balance, and as great reluctance as I have ever
experienced, I carefully placed the pointy patent toe of my right 5-
inch heel up where Randal wanted. With undisguised lust, Randal's eyes
grew wide.
"That Ms. Armstrong sure does have a fantastic pair of legs, doesn't
she Bob?!?!"
I turned my head and looked away, sickened at having to take part in
this madness. Though I could prevent myself from watching, my other
senses weren't so easily adjusted. I could feel Randal's hands run up
and down the silky lengths of my new nylon clad legs. I could feel his
hands run from the contours of the calves, right up onto Shannon's
lovely thighs. I shuddered at his touch.
"You're missing a great show Bob. I don't know what your problem is. It
isn't your body. You should be enjoying this too. Though I have to
admit, seeing your sad old head on Ms. Armstrong's neck is a bit of a
turn-off."
Feeling his hands break off their probing, Randal gave me a break. "All
right Bob, since this is new for you, I'll give you a break. I'll hold
off on my fun for now. Go ahead and put your foot down."
Not needing any other prodding, I snapped the stupid high heel back
down to the floor. I couldn't help but be momentarily relieved.
"I don't want you crying like a little girl again." he chuckled as he
got up and put the chair against the wall. "It's going to take a lot of
effort to keep my hands off of that new body of yours."
I stewed in anger, clenching Shannon's small fists at my sides to stave
off my rage. The smug little bastard was really pissing me off. My
anger was kept in check by my fear. Only Randal could put things back.
Only Randal could give me back my body.
"Do those shoes hurt your new feet Bob?" Randal said, nodding towards
my feet.
In fact they were, though I was able to miraculously walk and maintain
my balance in them, they were killing me. Sighing before hand I
answered, "Yes. The damn things are torture. I don't know how women do
it."
Randal laughed again, "Well for one thing, most women don't wear heels
that high on a regular basis Bob! Those babies are 5 inches high!"
I couldn't help but look down at them. Though they hurt terribly, those
little patent monsters did make Shannon's legs look fabulous. I would
have certainly admired them, if I wasn't using them myself!
"Go ahead and take 'em off Bob. I don't mind."
Leaping at the chance to get some relief, not to mention free myself of
such a blatant shackle of femininity, I walked over to my office couch
and sat down. Lifting my right foot up, I reached past the lust
inspiring black shaft that was my new leg and gripped the patent shoe.
Pushing, I discovered that they were on quite tightly. Continuing to
tug, I soon began to realize that the shoe wouldn't budge! Pulling with
all of the strength that Shannon's slim arms could muster, I fought to
get the high heel off of my foot. Setting the foot down, I repeated
with the second one, only to find it just as impossible to remove!
Confused I looked up to see Randal smiling at me.
"Sorry Bob, I just thought it would be funny to let you try. You can't
take any of that outfit off. Part of the effects of your alteration.
You're kind of locked as you were at the moment of transfer. On the
plus side, you won't age. Eating and going to the bathroom are also
unnecessary. You're more a creature of magic than a person now."
I didn't know what to make of it. I was conflicted. On one hand, I
would be stuck in this humiliating little costume, this fem little
tuxedo outfit. On the other, I realized that Randal couldn't force his
way into my new panties if they couldn't come off. At least I hoped so.
Randal stopped and looked outside, then checked his watch again. "Well
Mr. Tate, I think it's late enough for us to head to your house."
Walking over to the edge of the couch, Randal picked up my overcoat and
held it out for me to step in.
With no choice but to do as he commanded, I stood up and walked over,
putting my arms in the sleeves as Randal placed the gray coat on my
shoulders. With my vastly decreased height, the hem of the overcoat
hung much lower than before. Fortunately, with the added height of my
towering heels it didn't fall too low. The lower edge, hung just past
my delicate new ankles.
Randal grabbed my shoulders and spun me around towards him. He fastened
the buttons and cinched the belt closed. To my discomfort, the belt
accentuated Shannon's body's hips, and clung to her waist. Taking my
arm, Randal began to lead me toward the door.
"Let's go big guy, time to head to casa de Tate."
Gulping and hoping against hope that no one would see me like this, I
walked with Randal out and through the hallways of the school. The
rhythmic clicking of my high heels sent echoes down the hallways. I
stifled the feelings of discuss as Randal and I walked down the
corridor arm and arm like a smitten couple.
Thankfully Randal had waited long enough. We quite fortunately didn't
run into any teachers, students in extracurriculars, or the custodial
late-shift.
As we walked into the parking lot, I was struck by a thought. "I don't
have my keys Randal. They were in MY pocket." I tried to stifle my
satisfaction at catching something that Randal had failed to take into
account.
"Not a problem Bob!" Randal sung. Snapping his fingers and turning his
hand over, I was greeted by the sight of my car keys. I was
disappointed at Randal's success.
Hitting the lock release, Randal said, "Well, it is your car Bob, and
you do know where we're going. You drive."
After he handed me the keys we parted, heading to our respective doors.
For a moment, I considered making a break for it. That thought quickly
evaporated as I reminded myself that I would still have Shannon's body,
and only Randal could do anything about it.
As we settled in and buckle up, Randal turned to me. "Let's get a move
on sugar."
Clenching my teeth and tightening the grip I had on the steering wheel
with Shannon's slender fingers, I hit the gas and sent us on our way.
We where going to my home.
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