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The Whore
By Margaret Jeanette
Sharee Hinkins was angry. She had just gotten proof her husband
Harry was having sex on a regular basis with a hooker. Someone had
anonymously sent her pictures of him having sex with her three
different times, along with her name and telephone number. Sharee
wanted to kill him.
She decided that what was good for the goose was good for the
gander. He had called and told her he had to work very late, and
she just knew he was with the hooker again. She dressed in her most
provocative outfit and headed for a bar she knew was a pick-up
place.
She entered and immediately two men came to talk to her. She
chose one and introduced herself with a false name. She and the man
had two more drinks, then left, headed for a local motel. On the
way there she asked where he worked, and he said he worked for
Starlight Chemical. She asked what he did, and he said he was
working on something that when you gave it to a person they had to
follow your suggestion no matter what else was going on around
them. She said she could use something like that, and he promised
her a sample bottle. They agreed to meet the following evening at
seven at the bar.
When they arrived at the motel she was amazed at the size of his
manhood. By the time they were done she was a very satisfied woman.
After he let her off at the bar again, she started to formulate a
plan.
The next evening she arrived five minutes early and brushed off
two men who came to talk to her. She waited. Twenty minutes later
he arrived and handed her a bottle, telling her a teaspoon would
make anyone do what ever was suggested. She looked at the
unlabelled bottle and saw there must be at least two hundred
teaspoons worth in it. When he offered to pay her for the previous
night she told him the bottle was payment enough. He told her a
teaspoon lasted about twelve hours. He also told her that whoever
got some would only answer to the one who talked to them first.
She could hardly wait to try it on Harry. The next day when he
arrived home she gave him a cup of laced coffee. He thought it had
a strange taste but drank it.
Ten minutes later she just had to see if it worked. She told him
there was a pair of panties on the bed and that he should go put
them on and come back to her wearing just the panties.
He left and when he got to the bedroom he saw the laciest black
panties with red lace trim lying there. He didn't want to put them
on but found himself getting undressed and putting them on. He went
back to her. She laughed at the sight of her husband wearing
nothing but a pair of panties. They ate supper with him just
wearing the panties.
She thought this was fun, so after supper she suggested he let
her paint his toenails. Soon he was standing there with the reddest
toenails in town. Then she suggested he take a shower after she
applied a special lotion to his body.
Once he was in the shower he was shocked to see all of his hair
below his head falling off. Even his pubic hair was gone. He felt
ashamed to have her see him without his body hair. He covered his
privates with his hands and she just giggled. She suggested that as
long as he was wearing such cute panties he should wear one of her
nylon nightgowns. His mind screamed no but he found himself putting
it on.
The next morning when she gave him his coffee she told him she'd
made a doctor's appointment for him, and that she would pick him up
at two and go with him to the doctor. He thought this was odd but
didn't say anything. She suggested he keep the panties on even
though he wanted to get them off in the worse way.
At two she picked him up and handed him a paper cup of soda to
drink. He drank it and she was smiling. As they pulled into the
doctor's parking lot she told him to plead with the doctor for the
biggest breast implants possible. There was no way he was going to
do that.
Yet, talking to the doctor, he told him that he had always wanted
breasts in the worst way. He said he wanted the biggest ones
possible. The doctor told him the biggest ones would be painful and
he would need a strong shaper bra to wear for a week afterwards to
make sure they retained their shape. The surgery was set up for
exactly one week later.
Back in the car Sharee told him she would get him the shaper bra.
He wanted to tell her to forget it but couldn't make himself say
it. She left him off at work, kissing him and telling him to come
straight home after work.
When he came in she told him to go get undressed down to his
panties and to put on the things on the bed. He went in and saw a
lacy red garter belt, black nylons and a pair of red heels. He
thought there was no way he was going to put those things on, but
started to undress anyhow.
Twenty minutes later he minced his way to the table in his five
inch heels. Sharee just laughed a bit at his trouble walking in the
heels. He wanted to tell her this had to stop but he couldn't. He
wondered why he was doing whatever she said.
As they ate she told him he should walk around the house to get
used to walking in his pretty heels. He didn't want to walk any
more than he had to but after supper he found himself walking down
the hallway to the back door, and kept going back and forth.
At bedtime she handed him a different nightgown and without her
saying anything he put it on. She smiled to herself as she crawled
into bed. He was glad to get into bed to rest his legs.
The next morning she gave him his cup of coffee and suggested he
wear the garter belt and nylons with the panties. There was no way
he wanted to wear them but found himself wearing them nevetheless.
He couldn't understand why his mind said no but he ended up wearing
the detested items.
The rest of the week was basically the same. On Saturday morning
she suggested he wear what she'd left on the bed. He saw a dress
and slip had been added to the rest of the things. He didn't want
to wear a dress but found himself in one. He noticed the shoes were
heels but they were white now, not red.
When he left the bedroom he was having more trouble walking than
before. He was just about walking on his tiptoes now. When Sharee
saw him, she told him he had graduated to six inch heels just like
the ones hookers wore.
She asked him if he wanted to do his own make-up or wanted
someone else to do it. He said he didn't know how to do make-up so
she said he should get into the car. He knew he was in trouble but
got into the car. She drove him to a beauty shop on Ballard Road
where the hookers hung out.
She took him in and told him he should tell them he wanted his
make-up heavy. She talked to the girl who was going to do his
make-up and told her she'd caught him with a hooker and decided
that if he liked the way the hookers looked he should look like
one. The girl said he had it coming. Sharee told her to make sure
she thinned his eye brows.
The girl worked on him, making sure he felt each eye brow hair as
it was tweezed. When she was done his face was solidly made up. He
truly did look like a hooker. He couldn't believe how different he
looked. He felt humiliated about how he looked.
Outside she asked him if he wanted to stay and maybe do some
business, as long as he looked like a hooker. He said he wanted to
get home. He slunk down in the seat and tried to hide so no one
would see him.
Back at home she told him to do some cleaning and he went right
to work at it. His calves started to ache but he kept going. He was
glad to be able to sit to eat lunch.
"It is a shame that dress won't fit you after Tuesday. You will
have to get dresses that are larger on top. We will probably have
to go the hooker's dress shop to get dresses that look good on you.
With your big boobs there isn't a men's shirt anywhere that will
fit over them."
He had never thought about that. His mind said he wasn't going to
get the surgery but he was afraid of what had happened to him
already. He didn't know why any of this was happening to him.
Sunday she had him stand at the bathroom mirror taking off the
heavy make-up and then re-applying it. It took many trips from the
bathroom to the living room for Sharee to check it before he got it
right and she told him to do it one more time just to make sure he
got it right.
At supper she asked him if he wanted to go to Ballard Road to
make some extra money. He told her there was no way he was ever
going to go there. She asked him if he had ever gone there and he
said no. She knew he was lying and it made her more determined to
extract her revenge.
Monday she told him that if anyone asked why he was going to be
off indefinitely he was to tell them he was getting breast
implants. When he got home she asked if anyone had asked and he
said three people had asked him. He then said all three just
laughed when he told them. She told him to go put on his make-up
and change into something more comfortable.
Tuesday morning he wore a minidress and the white heels to go to
the hospital. Sharee put the dress into one bag and the rest of his
clothes into another telling him not to worry, she would get him a
sexy dress for him to wear home. He wanted to scream at her that
he didn't want this but couldn't form the words.
When the doctor came in he had a look of panic on his face but he
told the doctor he wanted to go forward with the surgery. The
doctor told him he would get the newest biggest implants he could
find.
When he awoke after surgery he was in pain. The nurse told him
that with all of his chest muscles stretched so much that was
normal. She gave him a strong pain pill and the pain went down but
not away. He left recovery and was taken to a room. Sharee was
waiting for him there. She gave him a drink of water out of a paper
cup. He thought even the water tastes funny now. He looked down but
he couldn't even see over his breasts.
Sharee told him she had to go find him a sexy dress to wear home,
and left. He fell asleep immediately. He was wakened by two ladies
who asked him if he wanted his hair done. He said that would be
nice and they started washing his hair. It felt nice when the woman
was washing it. Then she started to work on his hair. She said they
didn't give full perms but had something called a half-perm. She
said it would last a couple of weeks if he took care of it. When
she finished she held a mirror for him and he saw he had a feminine
hair-do. He asked her why she'd fixed it that way and she said that
with his breasts she thought this was the best she could do. He
thanked her and she gave him a big smile.
That evening Sharee came back and showed him a black gauzy dress
that had a slit in front and in back of the skirt. She showed him
the black mini slip to go with it. He thought it had hooker written
all over it.
Three days later the doctor released him to go home. He said that
he should wear a forming bra and Sharee told him she had bought two
for him. She told the doctor she had gotten posture bras, and he
said that was perfect. He said in a week his breasts would be
formed and would stay the way the forming bra had molded them. He
removed the wrapping and measured his chest. He said that before it
had been a 42 inch chest, and now it was 54 inches. He said that
was the biggest increase he had ever done. He walked out and left
Sharee to help him get dressed.
Sharee helped him out of the hospital gown. She held the new bra
for him to slip on. When she pulled it to hook the back he groaned
in pain.
"It's just your breasts forming into the cups. I know you will
just love being able to always feel your new breasts. This is a
cone bra and the man said it can add two inches to your breasts.
Aren't you glad I got you the best?"
She helped him get the slip on, then the dress. She slipped the
white heels on his feet and he said he had to go to the bathroom.
He went in and sat and did his thing. When he stood up and saw
himself in the mirror he thought he looked like a streetwalker. How
could she do this to him?
Transport came and he got his wheelchair ride to the car. In the
car Sharee asked him if he wanted to stop to get his make-up done.
He said all he wanted to do was go home. Sharee laughed at the
sight of him sitting next to her.
At home he took a pain pill, then felt sleepy. He went to bed and
instantly fell asleep. When he awoke he had to go to the bathroom
again. He paused to look at himself in the full length mirror. He
was shocked at how trashy he looked.
When he came out of the bathroom Sharee was there with a pill for
his pain and a glass of lemonade for him. He took the pill and
when he drank the lemonade he thought he had tasted better.
Sharee told him he should get his mind off the pain by doing
something. She told him he should put his make-up on. She pinched
his breast and pain shot through him. His shoulders would have
slumped if the bra wasn't holding them back. He felt he had to have
his breasts sticking out in front of him.
An hour later he came out with heavy make-up on. Sharee laughed
when she saw him. He felt like he wanted to fall through the floor.
For three days he spent more time sleeping than awake. The fourth
day Sharee had him do some household chores. All he noticed was
that his breasts got in the way of whatever he tried to do. The
jobs took so much longer to do because he had to move so
differently.
On Saturday she had him put on a wool sweater, heavy black tights
and a wool skirt. It was hot and he started to sweat and itch. He
couldn't scratch everywhere it itched at the same time. Share told
him she'd put itching powder in all his clothes, and if he could
stand still for five minutes without scratching she would let him
get them off.
He stood still for two minutes and she counted off every thirty
seconds. He was itching all over and wanted to scratch so badly. He
started to sweat more and the itch increased as she said three
minutes. Finally he just had to scratch. He heard her say he only
lasted three minutes forty seconds. He wanted to cry.
On Monday she told him he only had until tomorrow and the bra
could come off. He was delighted to hear that. She told him she had
a surprise for him and to come with her. She drove him to Heavenly
Nails on Ballard.
When he left he had bright dark pink nails that extended almost
an inch from the end of his fingers. They entranced him and he just
kept looking at them. His mind was telling him this can't be
happening to him but he knew it was. Then she stopped at a dress
shop a block away and got him two more sexy dresses telling him she
just knew he would need them in his new job. The new job didn't
register in his mind.
Back at home he was having the biggest problem getting used to
the longer nails. He thought he'd almost put his eye out when he
went to scratch an itch. It was getting where he didn't mind the
dresses so much but he still wondered why she was doing this to
him.
Tuesday morning she had him do his make-up telling him to do an
extra special job on it. He wondered what she had planned for today
but was afraid to ask. She hadn't given him any special drinks and
knew it was going to wear off soon.
Late morning he came to her and demanded to know what was going
on. She told him to come sit on the couch and she would explain.
She took the three pictures out of the envelope and handed them to
him. He looked at them and his jaw dropped.
"You can see in those three pictures you have different clothes
on so I know it wasn't a one time affair. You kept returning to the
same hooker, and I found out her name was Jade. I figured if you
liked hookers so well, and how they looked, you would want to look
just like them. I found a way to control you and I changed you. At
first I was just going to divorce you but I thought then I would be
the one to suffer and you would have your hooker to console you. I
figure if you like hookers so mucyhl you would like to work with
them. I talked to Jade, who you know so well, and set it up so you
could work with her. I called your work and told them you quit. Did
you know you have over three month's personal time coming? They are
going to send me a check for it. This afternoon Jade and her pimp
are coming over. You will go with them and be put to work. She
talked to her pimp and he is sure you will be kept busy. He said
she-males are in demand. I know you will love your new job!"
"You can't do that! What are you thinking? How can you do this to
me?"
"I can and will do it. You like hookers so much, now you can be
with them full-time. I know you will just love the attention you
get."
She saw him sink lower on the couch and knew he was defeated. She
went to make lunch for them. At lunch she said she just knew he was
going to love his new job. She told him he should thank her for not
divorcing him and forcing him to spend all that money on a lawyer
and having to go to court.
He didn't answer her. He just gave her a dirty look.
At one the doorbell rang and Sharee told him to let them in.
When Jade saw him she said she was jealous because he had bigger
tits than she did. She said she was surprised at how he walked,
with them standing out so far. He said he couldn't drop his
shoulders because of the bra. She introduced Tony, her pimp. He
looked Harry over and said he knew he would be a hit with some of
the customers. He said he would need a new name and suggested
Brandi, which Sharee said was a great name for him. She laughed and
said, "Brandi Boobs."
He started to cry and Jade took a tissue and wiped his eyes,
telling him he was going to ruin his make-up if he continued to
cry. She told him it wouldn't be so bad if he just went along with
things.
Sharee and Tony talked. Sharee told him she wanted half of
whatever he made to pay bills and she expected him to be honest
with the payment. He said he got twenty per cent of whatever they
made. She said the thirty per cent left over should keep him in
make-up, and laughed. She repeated that she expected him to be
honest when making out his checks to her. He told her he was in a
dirty business but that he was honest.
She told Tony to come with her and out in the kitchen she showed
him the half full bottle of special liquid. She explained how it
worked and suggested he give Brandi some right now. She put one
teaspoon in a glass of lemonade and handed it to Tony.
Tony gave it to him and when he drank it Tony told him to relax
and enjoy things. Tony was amazed at the change in him. Tony told
Sharee it would take one to two days to get him trained and then he
would be on the street. Sharee took Tony and showed him the clothes
he had and explained about the heavy duty bra and how it worked.
She gave Tony a big bag full of the clothes.
She asked Tony if he would be working every day or what, and Tony
told her none of his girls worked on Sunday because it was always
slow then anyway. Sharee asked if the he could possibly arrange for
Brandi to be brought home and picked up on Sundays. He said it
would be done.
Tony told him he should enjoy the training period and to kiss his
wife good-bye. He got up and kissed her and then was led out to the
waiting car. By evening his trainers said he was ready. Tony had
never seen anyone get ready that quickly before. Tony gave him a
drink and told him to enjoy himself giving blowjobs and rear
access, and he was put out on the street.
He did four tricks that night and was sore in his jaw and rear.
He'd never before thought about the difference in sizes of
different men. Jade comforted him and told him that she and his
wife had had many telephone conversations about his progress into
femininity. She told him that the only thing wrong with his
appearance was his hair, that he should go to the beauty shop and
have them fix it sexier. He felt like she had some feelings for him
and that kept him going. He couldn't believe he was now a
streetwalker.
By Sunday when he was on his way home he was an experienced
hooker. He felt a sense of pride how he could control a man who
thought he was the one in control. He felt happy he had this one
day off to enjoy himself.
Sharee was surprised to see he was only wearing lipstick, not
full make-up. She asked how it was going and he said it was going
all right. He wasn't going to let her know how much he detested
what he was doing. He had his plans made but knew it would be some
time before he would be able to carry them out.
She told him he could do some cleaning as long as he was there.
She said he could do the laundry and hang it outside for that fresh
air smell. He started the laundry and then started the cleaning.
He was wearing his red heels and had become very adept in walking
in them.
When he went to hang the wash out his heels sunk into the ground.
He walked on his tiptoes to get it hung out. He knew Sharee had
told him to do this on purpose but he wasn't going to let her get
to him.
He did everything she said without complaint. When it was time to
leave she didn't even say good-by to him. He knew the marriage was
over.
On Monday when he saw Tony he told him he didn't want to go home
anymore. He said he had other things to do than to serve a wife who
didn't love him anymore. Tony agreed to not take him home anymore.
He asked Tony to cut the percentage sent to her and Tony agreed to
sending her forty per cent, not fifty percent. That was still more
than he was getting. He wanted more but ended up agreeing to that.
Tony said he could justify it, as she was still getting double what
he was getting.
He kept working for over a year and watched as his savings grew.
When he had enough saved he planned his escape. He didn't tell
anyone what he had in mind.
Then one day he disappeared. Just before he boarded a bus he
dropped a letter in the mailbox. It was typewritten and addressed
to the police department. He got off the bus three states away.
Seven years passed and he finally returned. He looked up Sharee,
who had just gotten out of prison for his murder. She didn't
recognize him. He had had the implants removed and smaller ones put
in, and had had a sex change operation. He was now known as Cathy
Hinkens and owned three stores that were very successful.
The two of them had lunch in a restaurant, and he knew she didn't
have a clue to who he was.
"There is something you should know," he told her finally. "I
wasn't always known as Cathy. I was known as Harry and also as
Brandi. You killed me off and now you have paid for it. By the way,
my death made it unnecessary for you to get a divorce after all.
Maybe if you had gotten the divorce you would have turned out
differently. Have a good day!"
He got up and left.
(c) 2006 by Margaret Jeanette
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