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Chastity Panties (2) Returning The Favor
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This is the conclusion to "Chastity Panties". If you have not already
read it, it might be in your best interest to read it first so you have
a better understanding of what is going on. If not, I have still made
this story readable by adding a bit of a review of the previous story at
the beginning.
Without giving anything away, this story falls into a category that some
people may find distasteful. I apologize for this ahead of time, but
sometimes a story just takes on a life of its own, and in a way, decides
for itself how it will conclude.
I hope you are satisfied with how the story ends. As always, please
feel free to offer feedback on this or any of my stories: Both positive
and negative.
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I just sat there on the end of the bed. Wow, this had been one hell of
a turn of events.
My girlfriend had bought a pair of magical panties and asked me to wear
them while she was away on a business trip. We hadn't realized just
'how' magical they were, so it came as a real shock when my penis became
a vagina. That was the only part of me that changed, and I looked like
a guy in every other respect. So I continued to live as a normal guy
until she got back. When she got back, I was unable to convert back.
Once we were able to read the instructions for the panties with more
clarity we determined that I had overstepped the boundaries of the
panties capabilities, and therefore it appeared I was stuck in this
form. My girlfriend couldn't get over me having a vagina. She freaked
out on me, and then just up and left. The last thing she said before
walking out the door was, "I'm just not into girls."
Sitting there alone at the end of my bed, a flood of emotions were
bouncing around my head. Confusion - anger - regret - pity - fear -
shock - depression - shame ... And I could probably list a dozen other as
well. My head was spinning; I clearly was at a loss.
And then from somewhere deep inside me there was a voice; a little voice
that told me to pull myself together. Pick a path and go with it,
consequences be damned. I had always let Ashley do the serious thinking
in our relationship because I always believed she was the smarter one.
So maybe this was a bit of Ashley that remained in me, talking me
through things. Or then again, maybe it was a part of me that had been
repressed for way too long; finally free to come out of hiding. I
really wanted to believe it was the latter.
Dammit, the voice was right - 'I' was right. I waded through my myriad
of emotions and found one I could sink my teeth into: anger. And so it
was that I let all of the other emotions fall to the wayside and just
get mad. And I got really, really mad.
That Bitch! That fucking cunt! ('fucking' and 'cunt' were words I
hardly ever used, much less together, so this was definitely my anger
taking control) I was faithful to her from day one and she could never
find it within her to trust me. That egotistical self-centered bitch!
She caused this mess, and then just ups and walks out! Who does that?
Okay, maybe she's not into the girl-girl thing, but dammit, take
responsibility for your actions. Something like, "Okay, I know I caused
this, but we're going to work through this and one way or another make
things right". That's what a real friend would do. This, "Too bad, oh
well, goodbye" just wasn't going to cut it.
Funny how love can turn on a dime; not fifteen minutes ago, I loved and
adored Ashley. Not more than forty-eight hours ago did I actually ask
her to marry me (which she said yes). Now it was like the 'Love Boat'
had been hit by a rogue wave, and totally capsized.
I no longer loved her. I seethed hate for her out of every pore of my
body. I wanted to see her...
I thought about for a second...
Yes, I wanted to see her... Suffer. I didn't want to see her dead, that
would be too easy. I wanted her to suffer as much as me, if not more.
Oh yea, definitely more. I have suffered physically and I have suffered
emotionally, for her, and because of her. Oh yea, the tables will be
turned, that was my new goal in life. Nothing else mattered, not until
Ashley got what was coming to her.
And so now I knew what my next step was...
Nothing.
No, I didn't do anything next, and for two very good reasons. First
reason was I didn't want to do anything impulsive. No, I wanted it to
be a well thought out, sadistically evil plan. And second, I had no
clue what I was going to do. But no doubt in my mind, I was going to do
something. Count on it.
And then the phone rang. It was Ashley, and I knew it. I did not
answer the phone; just let the machine pick up. I only listened to her
speak to the machine.
"It's okay; I probably wouldn't answer if I were you either. Hey look...
Um... Hey, I'm sorry for what happened, and I guess it's my fault, but...
I... I just can't. Look, I'm just sorry, okay?" And it sounded like she
was about to hang up, but then, as if as an afterthought, she continued.
"Hey, look, I'm at my sister's. Please don't try and come see me.
And... well, the apartment is in my name, and I need to have it back at
the end of the month....... Alone. Take whatever is yours; hell take
everything if you want. Just leave the key on the table." And I heard
a 'click' as she hung up the phone.
That fucking bitch!! Oh wait did I already say that? Doesn't matter,
still applies.
And then it hit me: Humiliation. I would start out with sheer and
utter humiliation. Didn't know what phase 2 would be, but I now knew
phase 1.
I still worked as a UPS delivery driver, so I made decent money. I
continued to live my life and do my day job while in the evenings I let
the time bomb tick towards Ashley's destruction.
I had a week and a half left to live in the apartment, so in the
evenings I started to move my personal stuff into storage as I looked
for another place to live. I also took the time to discreetly move a
couple things INTO the apartment: a couple of well placed, and yet well
hidden micro-cameras. You guessed it, was going to share Ashley with
the world.
I then moved into a little one room crap of an apartment. It was only
temporary living arrangements. Once I was done doing what I had to do,
I intended to leave town anyway. But for now it was my evil lair, my
base of operations. Okay, maybe a bit corny, but at the time I had so
much hate running through my veins, every thought was evil. So in a way
it was actually true.
And every night I would sit in my room and watch TV. While the rest of
the world was watching Family Guy, American Idol, and Jeopardy, I was
watching Ashley: and recording. I already knew that Ashley was a sexy
little Minx, and she really got into pleasuring herself. And she didn't
let me down. I got a LOT of good footage that I'm sure could go for top
dollar.
And then I learned something totally unexpected. This two-timing bitch
was boffing her boss. So all the while, she was in Japan... Oh my God!
And she was always going on about ME being unfaithful!!! I am getting
so used to saying this, but what a fucking bitch!!!
Ooh, I just couldn't wait until phase two, whatever it was!!
I hadn't posted anything on line yet, but I had a ton of good material.
I just wanted to wait until the right time to use it.
So now it was on to phase two. Or more importantly, what phase two
would be. Phase one was humiliation, I wanted phase two to be sadistic.
Evil, twisted, and sadistic.
I began to read up on crime and punishment. Evil and terrible things
people had done, how they had done it, how they got away with it. And
it was that dedication that dropped both phase two AND three right into
my lap without me even realizing it.
I was going to Barnes and Noble which was at the south end of the mall
to check out the latest magazines to draw ideas from. Entering the
store, I passed the Toys-R-Us outlet shop that according to Ashley had
started all this. I continued walking into the bookstore. I picked out
a couple of magazines that interested me, so I found a padded chair by
the book cases and settled in to peruse the magazines. If I found
anything good I would purchase the mag. If not, I would put it back on
the shelf.
As it turned out, after about an hour or so of diligent research, I
found nothing of use. I put the magazines back on the rack and headed
out, passing the same Spells R Us store I had passed on the way in. And
I did a double take. It was definitely a 'TOYS' R Us going in, but now,
it said 'SPELLS' R Us. "Oh Wow," I thought to myself. "Could it really
be?" And without hesitation I went in.
The place was just as Ashley had described it. Kind of like an
overgrown Halloween store. Potions, spells, and miscellaneous devices
claiming to be of a magical nature of some sort or another littered the
walls and shelves. And of course there was Gandalf. He then laughed.
He said, "Welcome Steven, I was really hoping that at some point you
would find your way into my store. Oh, and my name isn't 'Gandalf'
it's... You know what, it might be better to just stick with Gandalf."
"But how... I mean... You knew my name and what I was thinking." He
rolled his eyes as if he had only heard this about a million times.
Then he said very flatly, kind of like it was a recording, "Because I am
really a wizard."
For everything that has happened up to this point, it wasn't difficult
at all for me to just out and out believe him.
He began speaking as if he knew everything. He said magic was real, and
he was sorry for what had happened to me. He said he could do a lot of
things but he could not undo the magic that had transformed me. He said
I was stuck with a vagina. He said he loved it when people got their
just deserts, but regretted when innocent people got hurt. Friendly
fire, if you will.
And then his eyes lit up. He said, you know, I think I know something
that may solve your problem. He said he would be right back, and
disappeared into the back room, but was back just as quick. He had a
small package in his hands. He said, "This object is extremely old and
extremely rare which makes it very very expensive." He then went into
detail on what exactly the object did, and finished by saying, "If it
doesn't do everything promised, you can bring it back."
"How much?" I asked. He said it went for a thousand dollars
unfortunately. I didn't care. If it did all that was promised, it was
worth ten times that much. I asked him, "Do you take Visa?"
I took it home, laid it on the counter, and turned on the TV. As
expected, my favorite show was on: Ashley and her boss, going at it
like they were rabbits. I turned and looked at the item I had bought,
it was stunningly beautiful. Then I turned and looked at Ashley. She
was stunningly beautiful too. Alternating between the two, I started to
develop a plan. And it was what I had so dearly wanted: an evil and
sadistic plan. Very very sadistic.
I took the week fine tuning my plan. I knew that when I put phase two
into action there would be no turning back, so everything had to be
perfect and fall into place the first time around. There wouldn't be a
second chance.
I also went about putting my personal affairs into order. Whether I
succeeded or failed in my plan, it was clear there would be absolutely
no chance of me returning to my old life as I knew it. And lastly, I
took all the money I could scrape together, about five thousand or so
dollars, and put it in a lockbox along with some very personal
possessions. Taking the lockbox up into the hills, I buried it in a
very secure location. On my way home, I stopped at a local sporting
goods store and bought myself a baseball bat.
I was ready to put phase two into action, but I had to wait. The
planets had to align so to speak. I had to be patient; timing was
everything if I wanted maximum effect and benefit. Oh yes, benefit. If
everything went as planned, not only would I get my revenge in the most
evil and heinous way, but should end up benefitting very nicely
financially as well.
A sat at home each night, watching TV; watching Ashley. Watching and
waiting for Ashley to tell me when the time was right; she just didn't
know it.
Finally, on Friday night, it looked like the pieces were coming
together. Ashley's boss had come over for the evening, and they were
starting to go at it hot and heavy. I started to pack the few things I
would need and kept an eye on the TV. Finishing up, her boss started to
get cleaned up and dressed. As he walked out of the picture,
straightening his tie, I was only thinking to myself, "Perfect, now I
just need one more thing to happen." As Ashley rolled over and fell
asleep I said out loud, but to nobody in particular, "That's what I have
been waiting for sweetheart." I then removed the cassette tape from the
recorder, put a fresh brand new one in, and pressed 'RECORD'. Picking
up my baseball bat, I walked out the door.
It was about ten o'clock at night when I got to Ashley's apartment
building, and I took the elevator up to her floor. Even though it was
late I still passed a few people I knew, and greeted and chatted with
them cordially, and then continued on my way.
Witnesses were not a problem. If anything, they worked into my plan
rather nicely, but weren't absolutely necessary for success.
I got to her floor, and it was empty, which was good because I didn't
need distractions at this particular juncture. Then, using my
Louisville Slugger, I commenced to breaking down Ashley's door, making
as much noise as I could: Also, another critical part of the plan.
As I finally made it through the door, I saw that Ashley had been
awakened by the noise, and throwing on a robe was coming down the hall
to investigate. When she saw me, baseball bat in hand, she was overcome
with terror. She turned around, bolted to her room, and slammed the
door shut. "Perfect," I said to myself, "all going exactly as planned."
I then commenced to breaking down the bedroom door. Whether it was
locked or not didn't matter. I was going for the terror effect.
(Heeeerrees JOHNNY!). The door was not as solid as the front door so I
was through it easily. Climbing through the splinters I saw Ashley
standing at the foot of the bed, telephone in hand. We just stood there
for the briefest moment in total silence. In my eyes I am sure she saw
only hate, in her eyes, I saw only fear. And in that brief silence I
heard from the earpiece of the phone in her hand, "9-1-1, what is your
emergency?"
Perfect, all going to plan.
And then I swung the bat. I swung it low, and I swung it hard.
Craaaackkkkk!!! And her lower left leg broke easily, violently, and
noisily. She screamed in terror and agony at the same time as she
crumpled back on the bed.
Tossing the bat aside I was instantly on top of her. Not waiting for
any kind of response or reaction, I punched her in the face. Not enough
to break bones, but enough for soft tissue to be traumatized. And
blood. I made sure there was plenty of blood.
And she screamed. And I hit her again. And she screamed. And I hit
her again. And she screamed.
I didn't want to kill her. I didn't want to inflict any long term
injuries. But I wanted this attack to be as violent as possible.
And then she stopped screaming; still awake and aware of her
circumstances, but just too exhausted to scream any more.
She just laid there in the bed, totally exposed; the night robe she was
in having fallen open long ago. I pulled off my shirt and threw it in
the floor. I then pulled a necklace out of my pocket; a stunningly
beautiful necklace. And I gently, tenderly placed it around her neck.
"Ssssooorrryyy," she whispered through her broken lips. (But no broken
teeth).
"Shhh," I said, and pulled her up to a sitting position. I then sat
there, and gave her the most loving and passionate hug. The last thing
she could have expected. And the necklace began to glow warm between
us.
And then I heard people breaking through door. And in an instant three
men had tackled me and pinned me to the ground.
"Ashley, are you OK?" I heard someone ask. I just mumbled, "mm-hm."
I then heard my former body over in the corner of the room starting to
protest. Dave just walked over to me/him, and kicked him square in the
face. "Just shut up you sick son-of-a-bitch." And there was quiet from
that corner of the room.
Because of the 9-1-1 call, several of them actually, the police and
ambulance were on scene rather quickly. I was gingerly placed on a
gurney, and rushed to the nearest hospital. Steven, (the former me) was
rushed off to a place that I am sure was far less hospitable.
As expected, the doctors told me that except for a compound fracture,
there was no life threatening injuries, and I should recover. They told
me I was one lucky young lady to survive such a sudden and brutal
attack.
Yep, phase two was everything I hoped it would be and went off without a
hitch. Now, on to phase three.
I was out of the hospital after only two days, and went home to recover
in bed. My boss called and said I could take all the time off I needed
to recover. I told him thank you, and asked when he could come over.
He said he would be over on Saturday. I told him I couldn't wait.
Steven? Well, he was likely in a holding cell somewhere; probably with
a bunch of other big burly guys. I couldn't help but smile when I think
about them finding out he has a pussy between his legs.
Saturday afternoon my boss showed up with a dozen roses. I told him I
had a gift for him too, and handed him a video tape. I had put a 'Best
Of' compilation together, just for him. As he was watching it play, he
just stood there slack-jawed.
I told him I would be resigning my position effectively immediately, and
I expected a GLOWING recommendation from him for my next employer. I
then asked him what his marriage was worth to him. Apparently his wife
came from a very wealthy family with a lot of connections. As it turned
out, his marriage was worth seven figures.
And then there was the trial. I guess Steven was going for an insanity
defense because he kept spouting some nonsense about him being me, and
me being him. It was an open and shut case, especially when I produced
a video tape of the attack; he had no recourse but to plead guilty and
throw himself on the mercy of the court. But due to the violence of the
attack, and that a lethal weapon was used in the commission of the
crime, there was little mercy. He was convicted and sentenced to ten to
twenty years. Whether he is now spending it in a men's facility,
women's facility, or a mental facility, I do not know or care.
And with that, my ordeal was finally over.
Today I am Ashley Lynn Anderson. I am a happy, healthy, and despite a
violent moment in my past, I am an emotionally stable twenty-three year
old young woman. And thanks to my boss, I am a very wealthy young
woman.
When I was Steven, I thought Ashley had the most beautiful body I had
ever seen, and longed to get under her clothes as often as I could. I
can honestly say I will be able to get under her clothes all day, every
day for the rest of my life.
And I like it.
Life is good once again.
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