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NOT QUITE DONE YET By Geneva Using a spell from an old book, a women's committee changes a blackmailer to a woman to stop his further activities. START Vera, in the chair, took a quick look over her committee, one by one. She thought, with some satisfaction, that she had done well in selecting them. All of the women were committed, innovative and energetic. "All right, with the 'Old Business' dealt with, let's now look at 'New Business', specifically, something that needs our attention. First, to just remind you of this committee's aims and focus, it is to stop certain individuals, men, from doing any further actions that demean women. We have a magic spell that was given to us and can use it to change these men into women." Her eyebrows arched just a little. "Not that being a woman is a bad thing. All of us on this committee are women, after all, and I think I can say that we are very happy with it, but it would be a punishment for a man who suddenly finds himself in a woman's body, life changing, to say the least. "So, Rose, you have the subcommittee that investigates candidates for our attention. What do you have for us?" Rose brushed a hand over her dark hair and sat straighter, not that it added much to her height. She was petite, almost tiny, but her intensity equalled that of any in the committee and she was one of the founder members of the group. "Well, Vera, several candidates had been suggested by members of the committee at our last meeting, but since then we have done some of our own investigations. "One case clearly stands out. As you know, this committee avoids giving its attention to high profile 'candidates', for want of a better description. Our existence and the magic book we use must be kept secret by all means. No one, except our subjects, should get even a hint that our book exists. Yes, it's possible that we could have a greater effect if we did change certain men in high positions but that would be too much of a risk. So, we choose candidates whose disappearance could cause only little ripples. That is a dilemma we face unfortunately. "However, these individuals, the smaller fish, you might say, are as guilty in their behaviour and actions as others who are more highly profile. And deserve our attentions! Then after we change them to women, we more or less leave them to fend for themselves. The important thing is that they can no longer practice their behaviour and maybe even find themselves on the receiving end." She shook her head. "Sorry, I'm going on too much here. Anyway, I'd like to present a candidate for our consideration. This is a man who preys on women. His actions are not only demeaning and contemptible, but criminal. "His name is Henry Briscombe. He's in his mid twenties and works as a real estate agent. His modus operandi, you might say, is to meet older women and seduce them. He's got charm and is very good looking so he uses these to full advantage. Well-off widows and divorcees are his favourite prey. He shows a lot of imagination in meeting them, I must say. After he manages to seduce them he takes advantage of them in a number of ways. "He borrows money that is not repaid. He runs up large bills that he persuades the woman to pay. Worst, if the woman has been careless and slept with him, and that happens fairly often, he will blackmail her. He has set up cameras to record what happens in their trysts. "Two women who refused to pay had their private lives exposed and have suffered severe emotional damage as well. What we would like to do is not only change him, but expose his criminal activities and have him jailed so that there are no further victims." Becky held up her hand. Becky was medium built, with a fresh eager face but with no makeup. Her light brown hair was pulled back into a practical ponytail that suited her work as a policewoman. "That would be good if it could be arranged. The trouble is proving his activities in a court." "I'll look into what we can do," said Rose. "Anyway, I suggest that he be the next candidate for our work." "Does everyone agree?" asked Vera. She looked round. There were only emphatic nods. "All right, I will take that as unanimous. Any more comments?" "Have you any ideas how to do that?" asked Katya. "His behaviour is criminal. I agree, but I can see that a criminal case or a civil one brought to court could embarrass victims. So I think we would be justified in taking our own measures." She looked round the committee. There were no dissentions. "Anyone like to take this on?" asked Vera. "Look, I'd really like to try my hand here." This was Kathy, a fairly new member of the committee. Vera looked at her with some reservation. Kathy had been an inadvertent subject of one of their exploits when they changed an egotistical researcher, but had pleaded to join the committee. They had allowed her to do so, the better to keep an eye on her. Vera wondered if Kathy was being too eager. Still, maybe she should have an opportunity to prove herself. So far she had not given them any reason to question her commitment to the aims of the committee. "Yes, Kathy?" "Thinking about the book, I have some ideas how it could be done but I'll need some help from members of the committee here and I do need an older woman." She looked at Vera expectantly. Vera tapped her pen while she thought. She was a founding member of the committee but in the last few schemes she had taken a lesser part. She decided that this would be an opportunity to oversee the newest member. "All right, but also, maybe we should have some experienced member like Amanda in on it too." "I'm good with that," said Amanda. "Rose," asked Kathy, "I need you to give me all you know about this guy, I mean, his habits. Does he have a regular routine? It's so I can make contact with him." "He owns an apartment in a block that that has a keyed entry. Visitors can be buzzed in. His car has its parking space under the same block. He does his shopping at a number of grocery stores, but favours the one near his apartment. He belongs to a gym close by and a couple of clubs. That's where he makes his contacts. He makes contacts too through his work. "He likes coffee. Actually he uses the nearby Starbucks, but also uses the coffee shop in the shopping area under one of the big hotels." Kathy thought a bit. " Thanks Rose. That will do, I can use that. You know, making him into a woman will cramp his style, quite a bit in the short term, but what about the future? If he becomes a beautiful woman, what's to stop him eventually using the same type of scam, let's say on older guys who're cheating on their wives? So, not only changing him, but getting him- or her- jailed might be a good idea too. You know, something comes to mind. Becky? We can probably use your help too." ........... Henry Briscombe sat in front of his computer in his home office, reviewing some of his more recent tapes. He decided he was just about finished with some of them. He had taken two of the women for good sums of money, but there was a risk in squeezing them more. If they got desperate they might retaliate in some fashion. Still, they were worth something in amusement. Some of the women were getting on a bit, but still enjoyed the sex. So they had got something out of their indiscretions. One had been an enthusiastic bed partner, too bad for her. It had all showed up nicely on the camera. He ran the cursor down another file, his list of widows, to plan on fresh victims. It had taken a bit of research to find what they might be worth, their habits, where they hung out, their interests, their families, but he had to be careful there. The families of widows or divorcees might notice changes in their mothers, and start to pry. He usually was careful in his investigations and planning, but still kept his eyes open for any chance encounters too, at the restaurants he used or sporting events, gyms or the country club. He had been lucky there too. His good looks had caught more than a few women's attention. He spoke well too and a few sweet words, discreet touches and even flowers on occasion, helped smooth the way. In older days indiscreet perfumed letters in the ladies' handwriting would have been good tools for his extortions. Now many used emails to arrange rendezvous or express tender thoughts. These were all too easy to deny. So that involved some discreetly placed hidden cameras and microphones. He had no intention of using bringing women to his own apartment and the women's own places were just too dangerous. There was always the possibility that some of the families might blunder in. That left hotels for the trysts. Motels had just the wrong connotation. Not enough class for the effect he wanted. Henry liked the older style hotels, well looked after ones, with a touch of class and the Metropolitan suited his purpose well. He used one of the rooms fairly often and it had enough places to hide cameras and microphones. Unfortunately, that had needed some cooperation by the hotel staff and then that involved bribes. It was amazing how much he had to spend on bribes. He yawned and stretched. He had been up late the previous night with a victim and he needed a break. He'd take a walk then get some coffee. He needed to check the camera in one of the hotels too. He thought about these again as he sat in the coffee bar in a hotel, a block from one he often used. He didn't usually hang around the hotels that he used for his activities in case any potential victim would become familiar with his face. It was best to avoid these places except on business. His eye was taken when he saw a dark haired young woman come into the coffee shop entrance and look round. He was taken by her looks, but he idly decided that while she might be good for some diversion, she did not look like the type that he was after. She was too young, and her get up didn't look stylish or expensive. It showed more than a bit of a hippie influence, a loose flower skirt and a worn-looking T-shirt top in a tie-dyed pattern. Her dark hair was shorter than he thought her type would usually wear it but some loose ends straggled over her face. Her earrings looked as if they had been picked up at some flea market, same with the bracelets on her wrist and one ankle. God, she was even wearing a long string of beads looped twice round her neck. She was wearing flat sandals too, ones that showed a lot of wear. Henry caught the waitress' look of disdain. The girl still hesitated, as if she was looking for someone. Then suddenly another woman was right behind her. "Kathy!" the older one said. The younger one turned and they embraced. In a minute they were shown to a booth and the waitress took their order, the younger one herbal tea and a very large cinnamon bun too while the older woman only had coffee. It looked like the older one was doing the ordering. Henry took a minute to look at the older woman, pretending to be reading a notepad, so that he could take her all in without appearing nosy. He was practised at that. She looked as if she was in her forties. He was more impressed with the style of her clothes. Her skirted suit looked like a raw silk weave, in a cream color with a deeper gold blouse, silk too by the looks of it. Her hair was obviously freshly coiffed, and her face smartly made up. Her shoes, a moderately heeled pair of pumps, were also gold and stylish. A gold chain and earrings spoke class and money. Two rings glinted on the third finger of her left hand, and she wore a large costume jewellery stone on her right hand. Henry wished he could read lips. He wondered what their relationship was. It did not look like a mother daughter situation. They were in very earnest conversation and it looked as if the younger one started explaining something very seriously to the other. She was doing it successfully too, whatever it was, as the older one took a look of increasing wonder on her face. A woman in a police uniform came briefly into the shop for a coffee takeout. That's interesting, Henry thought. The young one had shrunk back slightly. Her body language told him she was apprehensive. She relaxed when the policewoman got her coffee and after a casual look round walked out of the shop again. Then the older one looked at her watch and, as if in a slight tizzy, jumped up and pressed her cheek to the younger one. Henry raised his eyes when he saw the older one pass a hundred dollar bill to the younger one. "Bye then, Kathy! That's super, but I have to go. I'll tell the ladies the wonderful news and I'll be in touch." On her way out the older woman spoke to the waitress and paid for the coffee with another bill. She did not wait for change either. Henry watched as she left and turned his attention to the younger one. She had a smile on her face, but Henry, a skilled reader of expressions, thought that it looked a bit smug and sly. He decided the girl was playing some kind of scam. As Henry finished his coffee and rose to leave, the girl gulped down the last of her tea, gathered her fringed purse and rose to leave too. He held the door for her but somehow she managed to stumble as she passed in front of him and she fell at his feet with a little cry. "I'm so sorry, sir, I must have stumbled. My sandal's a bit loose." "That's all right." He helped her to her feet. "Are you all right, Miss?" He thought the girl had a pretty face, but he was more interested in business and the older woman had looked as if she was the type that he could use in his plans. If the younger one knew the older one maybe it could lead to something profitable. "Look, Miss, why don't you sit down for a minute? You look shaken." They sat down on a bench under the trees on the street and he soon started his conversation. "You sure you're all right?" "I'm sorry, I was clumsy." "You want me to contact your friend the one who just left?" "Oh, her? No! She'll contact me soon enough." "You don't sound as if you're concerned. But you seemed to be getting on fine in there. She seemed to be happy with an arrangement." "Look Mister, it's none of your business!" the girl snapped. She tried to get to her feet but he took her arm. "Look, Miss, it's Kathy, is it? I'm Henry. Don't be so hasty. Maybe you can help me. You see, I 'd like to meet that woman again. Maybe I can make it worth your while too?" He saw her eyes narrow, as if with avarice. "And what's your connection with her? Was she a relative?" "Uh, no. Uh, just a woman I got to know." She stared at him, then her hostility seemed to fall away. "Uh, I'm trying to arrange for a group of women like her to get together. I've got her convinced I have a deal for them." That sounded good to Henry, even more women he could possibly prey on. "What kind of deal?" She played with her beads and tilted her head coyly. "Don't you think I look a bit Gypsyish?" "Uh Huh." "Well, don't Gypsies have all sort of tricks? Or many people think so." "What are you getting at?" "Women like her, in her age range, see themselves ageing and life passing them by. They'd like to look younger to attract men. And you know for what! Plus, they've money. I've got her half convinced that using a special little book handed down from my long ago Gypsy ancestors, I can make her beautiful." "Magic?" he scoffed. "She'd believe that?" Kathy shrugged. "Well, you and I know magic doesn't exist, but people like that often want to believe. You know, horoscopes and crystals and so on. So, I'm trying to persuade that woman, she's called Vera, that I can make her more beautiful, in fact, that I can make all her female friends more attractive too. I think I've got Vera hooked but now I'm working on getting more women in in it too. I'll charge each about a couple of hundred dollars." "But they'll soon know you swindled them." "Oh, I'll drug them maybe, then disappear pdq." Chicken feed! Henry thought. This girl was trying to bilk each out of only a couple of hundred. She'd be lucky if her efforts cleared two grand. She was strictly amateurish. Still, if he went along with her scheme, it would be way to get an 'in' with the other women. His mind began to run through ways he could do that. To start, he needed the older one to trust him. He wondered if he could say the girl was trying a to pull a scam. But from what he had seen the older one was well hooked and she might just resent it if he told her that the girl intended to bilk her. Oh, maybe he would just go along with the girl's scheme until he saw an opening. "Look, let me think about it. Maybe I could help you. Let's meet here again. Would a week do?" "Yes, Old Vera there will take that long to arrange things with the other women." ......... A day later Kathy met with Vera. So you think we've got him?" Vera asked. "Yes. I don't think he suspected anything when I fell against him, and he obviously had been watching us. He caught on right away to me trying my 'supposed' scam." "That was a nice touch when you had Becky come in briefly in her uniform." Vera laughed. "Yes, the way you shrank back, you should have been an actress. What next?" "Well, I'll meet with him again and then it'll be your turn to bump against him, or however you want to do it, and see what happens. If I read him correctly, he'll try to use my supposed scam for his own purposes." ...... Henry kept thinking about Kathy and Vera over the next week, still trying to think of a way he could take his own advantage of the scheme, but he decided to see how it went. A week later he was actually half surprised when Kathy was there at the coffee shop waiting for him. He hardly recognized her at first. This time she was wearing jeans and a flower patterned blouse under a black loose vest. All had seen better days. "Well, Kathy, I hardly recognized you? You've a different outfit." "Yeah, I don't look like a hippie any more or a flower child, do I? I keep that hippie shit for when I see Vera." "How's the scheme coming along?" "I heard from her yesterday. She wants to meet in two days. It will be at her own house." "Have you figured out how you'll run it?" "I'll be in my flower child costume again. She's supposed to pick me up to go to her house. I'll get things ready, herbal tea, special music, incense. I'll get my money up first, cash, of course, then read them the supposed spell. I'll explain that they'll feel a bit dopey and may go to sleep, temporarily." She smirked. "They actually will as I'll have put some sleeping pills in the tea. "As soon as they're unconscious I'll leave and get out of town. I'm using a motel so I'll have no connection left in this city. Say, do you want to come to Vera's too? I need someone to drive me and my stuff to the train station." "Wouldn't I be in the way?" "I wondered about that, but I can pass you off as a businessman I got to know who's studying the technique. Some of the women may be a bit sceptical still, and that would help reassure them. You're good looking too. The women might fall for that!" He thought about it. Being right there while the scam was going on had its pro's and con's. He could either blow the whistle on it, or let it go, then pretend he had been taken in too, and establish rapport with the women. It was unlikely they would want to contact police, they'd be too embarrassed. "Sure! I'll come along. Glad to." Henry was still wondering how he could change the scam better to his own advantage and he saw his opportunity two days later at the same coffee shop. He had been sitting for ten minutes when the older woman, Vera, came into the shop. She was smartly dressed again. He took note of her gold earrings and the chain round her neck, different ones from before although the rings on her fingers were the same. This time she was with a young redheaded woman. He pretended to be looking at his phone, while they appeared to be deep in conversation. After some minutes the younger one rose, pecked Vera on the cheek and left, Vera sat back, checked her phone and was about to get up when she looked over at him. Henry saw a slight surprise in her face and then a small smile of recognition. Henry decided that was his opportunity. He rose, crossed over to Vera and sat down facing her. She looked at bit taken aback but Henry pressed on. "Look, Ma'am, I don't want to sound forward, but I saw you here last week, with a young woman, I believe Kathy was her name. To make a long story short, I got speaking with her and... um, she said she was arranging something with you. She wanted me to help her." Vera sat back. "I don't understand. That was a private conversation! And what could you help her about anyway?" Henry put on his most sincere face. "Please, just hear me out. I think I can help you." "Well yes!" Her voice dropped to a conspiratorial level. "You see, she's got a wonderful old Gypsy book. It describes special treatments, and one is an old incantation that when women hear it, they become younger looking and more beautiful." She ran her manicured fingers over her face. "I'm going to try it." "Look, I'm Henry, Henry Briscombe. Ma'am, I think she's trying scam on you. There is no such thing as magic." He gave her his most sincere look. She shook her head. "Young man, Henry, I think you are being much too cynical. But I appreciate your concern. And please, call me Vera." She put her hand on the back of Henry's hand as if to make a point, but gave it just a little squeeze. Aha, thought Henry, the lady's interested! He put his other hand on top of her own and squeezed back. She looked into his eyes and he saw interest. "How did you get to know Kathy?" He asked. "Um, it was through one of my daughters, Janice. They had been friends at school. My daughter finished high school and then went to college. Janice is now living in Austin. Kathy dropped out of high school, but somehow they kept in contact and Kathy came over to our house one day, about a month after my husband died. It was a bad time for me and she gave me a lot of comfort and well, we just kept in contact and she told me about the book." "I'm sorry to hear you're a widow." "Yes, my husband died suddenly. I miss him a lot. Are you married, Henry?" He shook his head. " No, I haven't met the right girl, woman. I should say." Vera gave a wistful look. " Marriage is good, having a man around. It's not just the partnership, but oh, the little intimacies too. I miss these. Oh yes, the greater intimacies too!" She gave a mischievous smile. Henry could have sworn she fluttered his eyelashes at him. Gotcha! With that the ice seemed to be totally broken and soon they were chatting like old friends. Now for the clincher, he thought. "Uh, Vera, it has been great talking to you. I'd like to meet with you again. I find you very attractive." She dipped her head slightly in acknowledgement. "Then Henry, it should be sooner than later." She pressed her lips to his cheek giving him more than just a hint of promise." I know what I'm after. I think you feel the same." ..... The next morning Vera met with Kathy and Amanda. "Yes, I think I've got him hooked. He fell for my stories. I'm going to see him late this afternoon. I'll tell him that I still want to see how Kathy's spell will work. That I still have hopes it will, but I want him there in case we have to confront a swindler." "Well, Vera, be careful," said Amanda. "Where are you meeting?" "At the same hotel you said he lures his victims to. I'm sure it will be the same room too. Once we've got our work finished with him we'll give it a good scouring for his cameras or tapes and so on." "And how are you going to present yourself?" asked Kathy. "I've been wondering. I could either be as a rather ditzy woman who would believe anything or maybe I should act as a widow who's found a large hole in her life and is just a bit vulnerable. I've already hinted that I miss the physical parts of marriage. "Besides, it'll be an opportunity to doll myself up." "Uh, Vera. How far are you going to go?" "We'll see what happens, but all the way, if necessary. He's a good looking man." She shrugged. "I might as well get my money's worth!" That afternoon, Vera took a shower and checked herself in the mirror, touching up her hair slightly. She had got it styled that very morning. She made herself up extra carefully, dabbed some perfume on her neck and wrists and in her cleavage and selected a lipstick just a bit redder than she usually used. She had already decided on what to wear, a dark red cocktail type dress that showed a bit of cleavage and just skimmed her knees. She had chosen her shoes, black, with a heel just a bit higher than she usually wore. What she really needed was to decide on her lingerie. A black bra with some lace was a must, but she wondered about the rest. After a bit of hesitation she had decided on stockings rather than pantyhose. Men liked stockings, especially gartered ones and she had a pair, smoky coloured and sheer, that would fit the bill. They had a black band at the top that would show up nicely on her pale thighs, but she'd need something to hold up her stockings, like a garter belt or a girdle. She wondered what would be best in character. She had to hit the balance between passion and and decorum. Maybe something a little retro, but sexy enough? She held a black garter belt to her waist and shook her head. It would get Henry turned on, but was just a bit too blatant. She looked at an old black pull-on pantie girdle and shook her head too. She'd hated it when she wore it some years ago and getting out of it would be a struggle. Ah! At the back of the drawer was the right thing. She picked up the pantie girdle. Now, I wonder, she mused. They had arranged to meet in the lounge of the hotel bar, and Henry was already there when she arrived. He hadn't ordered yet. She gave him a big smile, allowed him to kiss her cheek and order a cocktail for her while he ordered a single malt scotch. "You look absolutely beautiful," he said. Vera knew it was part of her act, but she herself thought she looked good too. She should dress up more often. Besides, it was nice to get compliments from men. She could even tolerate them from creeps like this one. "Thank you! You look very smart too." He was in a gray casual suit. He had a good taste in clothes, she thought. Probably spending his ill-gotten gains. When they were done they looked into each other eyes. He took her hand and helped her to her feet. She switched to put her arm around his and allowed him to guide her to the room. Inside the door he slid his arms around her waist and then down to her hips and they were kissing. She felt his hands slide down to her thighs. Good! He'll be feeling my garters. That should get him hot, she thought. She stepped out of her shoes then let him make the first move, unzipping her dress, and she stepped out of it. She hadn't worn a slip and was only in her stockings and underwear. She eased off his jacket, unbuttoned his shirt and removed that too. "You're absolutely stunning, " he said, running his hands down her body. He had only intended to take her to bed to push his own agenda, but it looked like it was going to be a very pleasant afternoon, he thought. She was far better looking than some of the women he had bedded. "You don't mind my girdle?" she asked, slightly apologetically. "I used to wear it with this dress. It was one of my favourites, the dress, I mean. I hated to throw it out." "You look very elegant and sexy." She was wearing a black open girdle. The six garters held her stockings very tautly. It looked a bit old fashioned but, if that suited her mood, all the better for him. "But I'll look better out of it," she whispered. "You can remove the rest of my clothes," she giggled. "It's a long time since a man did that." She kicked off her shoes. So this widow has sensual side, Henry thought. His erection was pushing his pants, getting uncomfortable. Time he got them off too but he slowly unhooked her garters, kissing the patch of bare skin, sliding the stockings down her legs. Then it was the turn of her bra. It unhooked easily and slid off her shoulders. He was pleased to see her breasts were still pert. She was in pretty good condition. Her girdle was zippered. He slid it down, then detached the underlying hooks and gently pulled it off her. She started undoing his pants and underwear, carefully sliding them past his erection. "Don't want to damage it!" she laughed, giving it a swift kiss. Oh, that's a nice touch! she thought, as he kissed her, swung her into his arms and and laid her gently on the bed. She closed her eyes, relishing the sensations as he kissed and stroked up and down her bare body, her lips, neck, her hard areoles, her belly and the tops of her thighs. She pulled him to her, seizing his lower lip in her teeth. "That's it, I'm ready," she whispered and she widened her legs and allowed him to slide into her. Later, she lay in his arms, her head on his chest. He pulled her lips to his and they kissed. "That was wonderful," he said. "You're a special woman." He gently turned her face to him so that the hidden camera would catch her better. "I enjoyed it too," she said. Too bad you're a rat, she thought. You'll have me on tape too, I wouldn't doubt, but you're never going to be able to use them. We've got plans for you, my lad! Henry lay back and watched Vera dress. It was like undressing, some woman did it gracefully and sensually, other not. Vera was very attractive, sliding on her girdle and fastening her stockings in an easy and polished manner. She slid her bra up her arms. "You can do me up," she said, and he fastened it. "Like that do you?" she said, posing for him. "We must do this again. Call me whenever you want. But anyway, you're still coming over to my place tomorrow after noon, aren't you? I'm sure Kathy's spell is going to work. If it doesn't, it'll be handy to have you there. Oh, by the way, we should pretend we haven't met. We'll let Kathy introduce us." "Yes, I'll be there." When he arrived at the house he gave a low whistle. It looked big and impressive. There were already several cars there and he saw two women arrive and get out of a car and make their way to the house too. When he knocked at the door Vera opened it. "Ah, yes, you'll be Mr. Briscombe, is it? Kathy said you would be along. She's in here. Oh, I'm Vera and you're... Henry is it?" They shook hands but she gave him a slight wink. Henry sniffed. Someone, probably Kathy, had lit some incense. Whatever works for these ditzy women, he thought. Vera looked over his shoulder. "Oh good, here's the last two, Amanda and Helga." The women embraced and Vera introduced Henry to them. He looked at them in approval. Both were very attractive women, Amanda especially so with her luxuriant red hair. He remembered her from the coffee shop. Helga was very attractive too, with classic blonde Scandinavian looks. He wondered how these women could possibly think they needed something that was supposed to make them more attractive. The vanity of women, he supposed, filing the information away in his mind. Maybe he could learn something from this scam. Both looked pretty well heeled from the quality of their outfits. As he was ushered in the main room the rest of the women looked at Henry with interest. Some showed some wariness, but Vera explained. "This is Henry Briscombe. Kathy had said Henry is interested in investing in this technique." "Yes, I'd be interested too," said one of the women. Henry detected faint amusement on Kathy's eyes. He noticed a glass bowl full of hundred dollar bills. "Anyway, ladies, and gentleman," Vera said, semi importantly, "we've got some wine here and some snacks for later, but let's get on with it! Kathy's going to tell us how this will run." Kathy was in her flower child costume again. "Well first, I want to thank you for your confidence." She gestured to the bowl. "You've all given me my fee so we can begin. What I'm going to do is read something from this little book to you all." She held something up in her right hand. "This book has been passed to me from my Gypsy ancestors. It's been in the family for generations. But first, to get people in the mood, I have this special tea. It's brewed from secret herbs that help the process. You'll begin to feel relaxed." The women dutifully sat in a semicircle and Kathy poured the tea, conscripting Vera and Amanda to help her serve it. "Isn't this exciting," giggled Amanda as she passed Henry a cup. "All right ladies, drink up!" Vera said and they all did. Henry was amused. He had smelled the tea. It just smelled like ordinary peppermint flavoured stuff, but he did not drink any. Kathy had warned him it had a drug. He raised his eyebrows to Kathy, and she gave a quiet smile and nodded. "All right ladies, it's time to begin. Oh, do you want to see the book first?" she cried, holding it up. "This is the little book the spell is written in." There were "Ooh's" and "Aah's" from the women as they passed it around. "What does it say?" A small dark haired woman asked, peering at a page. "Oh, I'm Rose, " she said to Henry. "I can hardly contain myself." She tittered. Kathy shrugged. "It's an old Gypsy language. I'm actually not sure, just that it works." Henry looked at the book, impressed. Kathy had been thorough. It looked suitably old and was filled with strange writing. He thought she had chosen her prop well. She must have picked it up at some flea market or old bookstore. She riffled through the pages in the little book and selected one. "All right! Hold still everybody. Here it comes." She began to read it. It only took a minute or two and she had only just finished when Henry noticed two of the women beginning to sway in their chairs, then another two. Vera also was so affected that she slumped down in her chair, her eyes totally unfocussed. Henry watched them as the woman all slowly slumped in their chairs. "Whatever you put in the tea, it's working," he grunted to Kathy. "Don't you think it's time you took your money and got going?" "I'll give them a last check to see they're all under." As she checked round the women Henry felt a shiver and shook his head. "Did you just shiver?" Kathy asked. "Yeah, it must be seeing all these woman lying unconscious." He suddenly gave another shiver and staggered. "All right, gang, we've got him," Kathy said in a loud voice. Henry was staggered when all the women suddenly jumped up and crowded round him. "What.....?" he cried, but another shiver took him and he had to sit down. Kathy stood over him. She lifted his chin with her right hand so that he was forced to look into her eyes. He felt very weak. "Henry Briscombe. You're a despicable piece of shit! You've bilked women of money. You blackmailed them! My friends and I are going to stop that and the way we're taking is to make you into a woman with the spell." "A woman? Are you crazy? Magic doesn't exist," he mumbled, then shook at another shiver. She gave him a superior smile. "This one actually does. So you will become a woman. Your new body will make you aware of how women are treated and how they live, and maybe eventually too of how they feel, because your mind is going to change too over a few months. Too bad for a punishment, I'd rather you became an ugly hag but you will be quite beautiful. At least you will not have the same ability to charm women. "You're shivering. That will get more intense then you will fall unconscious while the spell does its work. You'll wake in a couple of days but it'll be in a woman's body!" Henry tried to grab her but she easily evaded him and, as he fell unconscious, he saw all the women grinning at him. Vera looked down at the unconscious Henry. "What now?" Kathy grinned. "First, get him out of here, into his car. We have to clear this place out, remove all traces we were here. The rental is up in a couple of days." "That's it?" "No, I'm not quite done yet," said Kathy. .......... It was almost two days later when the woman began to wake up. Her body hurt all over, even to move. As her mind cleared, she discovered she was lying in the floor and she pushed herself up slowly, becoming aware that her body felt different. To begin with there was a strange tension on her chest and around her hips, even her thighs. She felt at her chest, and her eyes went wide open when she looked. She was wearing something made of fine crisp material. It looked like the bodice of a woman's dress. Underneath she felt a tight garment. Puzzled, then alarmed, she recognized the unmistakeable ridges of a bra, its cups and shoulder straps. She pulled the neckline away from her chest and gaped. In her view were the cups of a bra and the cleavage between two female breasts. Shaking her head in disbelief she scrabbled to open the dress but it had no front fastening. Frantically she explored behind her and found a back zipper and struggled to get it down. She pulled the dress off her shoulders to reveal the straps and cups of a black lacy bra. Whimpering, she pulled the bra straps off her shoulders and pulled the cups down. She screamed. It was no illusion. In her view were two female breasts, pale against the dark lace of the bra, each with prominent nipples and areolas. Impatient with the fastenings she pulled the bra over her head. She pulled at the breasts desperately until they were red and tender and she could stand the pain no longer but they remained. They were part of her. Her hands were different too, slim with long fingers. Her hair was falling in her eyes and she pulled it back. It partly fell off and she discovered it was a blonde wig. She tore it off and threw it across the room. She had another horrible thought. She jumped up and slid the dress off completely. She loosed another scream. She was wearing a black panty girdle, with black stockings tautly attacked to its four garters. She had to get it off and whimpering again, she tugged at it but it was very tight and she had to wriggle to get it down past her hips. She gave another despairing cry. It was all gone. There was only a slight mound with a vertical groove. She remembered that some women had said they were going to make her into a woman as a punishment. She sank down and huddled in a foetal position. Her tears exhausted, she sat up and looked at her surroundings. She recognized the hotel room she had used for her trysts. She would need to get out and home, but when she looked around, the room was almost bare. There were only the clothes she had been wearing and a pair of heeled women's shoes. There was nothing else, no wallet or purse. Furious, she began to tear the room apart, pulling the drawers from the chest and hurling them at the walls, smashing the mirrors and light fixtures. .... Two week later the committee met again and Vera took the chair. "I thought I'd call the committee together again just to run over what happened in the case of Henry Briscombe. Kathy, you did most of the planning and the actual work. Will you tell us about it?" Kathy was in loose jeans and a pink blouse. "Sorry to be dressed like this, but I had to run from a training session. The kids are messy and I didn't want to get my better clothes dirty. Anyway, I'd like to thank you all for your help. I think it went well. "To give the members of our committee who missed the last part a heads-up, Henry was given the spell and he fell unconscious. All of us there were committee members, I mean, all had heard the spell before so we were unaffected. The house we were using had been a weekly rental so after we had cleared it all we had to do was mail the key back to the leasing agency. We had paid by cash and there is no paper trail of who we were. "Amanda, Helga and I loaded Henry into his car and drove it to the hotel and smuggled him into the room he used for his activities. We laid him on the floor. We thought it would be safer that way while he went through the changes. By then they were well underway. We stripped him then waited until the change was mostly over and we had a woman. Then we dressed her in women's clothes. Actually, we used a very similar outfit to what Vera used when she saw him, girdle, stockings, bra, cocktail dress and so on. Nice irony, although we had to get a wig too, a blonde one. The male clothes all went into a charity bin. We tracked down all of the cameras and recording stuff and removed them too. Then we left her in the hotel room. We went to Henry's apartment and removed all traces of him from it and destroyed his tapes and records and wiped his hard drive. Rose broke in. "It's too bad he, I mean she, will be beautiful. I know the change will be traumatic but when she gets used to her new body enough she might try some scam on older men. Enough of them would be taken in by a young woman. It would be nice to stop that from happening too." "I didn't tell you the last part, " said Kathy. "You see, there was an attempted robbery at a convenience store just down the road. The robber was masked, but it was obvious that it was a woman with blonde hair. She was completely inept. She apparently lost her nerve and ran out, dropping a toy gun with her fingerprints on it. The prints also matched some found on a plastic card at an attempted robbery at a nearby ATM about the same time. The woman had apparently lost her nerve again." Kathy grinned. "Just to let you all know, I was shaking when I set these up but nobody got hurt or lost any money." Kathy ran her fingers through her hair. "I liked the wig. Maybe I'll try to go blonde." "Let me finish it," said Becky. "You see, the hotel she was at had to call the police. I was actually at the hotel when the police brought her out. She'd been kicking up a fuss and had wrecked the room. It was as if she was mad, screaming that she was a man. They booked her and took her prints, and guess what they matched? So, either she will be charged with attempted armed robbery or carted off to the loony bin. Whatever, her style will be severely cramped. I think we can say we've all done a good job." Too bad about Henry, he had some good moves, mused Vera. END Note, this is the same woman's committee that appears in my earlier stories, "Making the Best of It", "No Service at all", and "the World is my Oyster."

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My name is Sarah. Sarah Winter. And as long as I can remember, I’ve been in love with my younger brother Lars. It started as a harmless crush, when I was about ten years old. He was only about seven, but oh boy, did I think he was cute! He always had this soft, curly blond hair, and the big brown eyes. And he was always so kind and sweet to everyone. He was always caring and helpful, especially with younger kids. I was so proud to be his older sister! As we grew older, I expected my crush to...

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Notable Last Words

Author’s note: I did not expect I was going to post my short stories on this site. They tend to be tragic, and Notable last words is no exception. It’s strange, I want my short stories to be powerful enough to punch someone in the gut. They probably aren’t, not yet, but I’m quite sure that there’s a glimmer of profoundness in each one of them. At least that what I tell myself. I want to make you think when you read this. Write your thoughts in the comments. Gift your insights and perhaps...

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Hypnotic Blunder

I attended one of those hypnosis shows where a hypnotist takes people from the audience and hypnotizes them. Of course, I was skeptical. I figured the people were plants and the whole thing was a ruse. C’mon, seriously, you can’t control someone’s mind by having them look you in the eye, while dangling a shiny object. Much like professional wrestling, there for just the entertainment value, I thought it was all just fake. For those of you who like wrestling, as I do, even though it’s not as...

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Notebooks on GirlMaking part 1

Notebooks on Girl-Making by Salomeee Notebook I: Close encounter Chapter 1 It was almost a year since I had moved to Boston, and I wasn't yet fully engaged with the city. It is really a nice and cosmopolitan town and I had lots of things at hand that should have been enough to make me happy: several art galleries beside the one I was working for, museums, exhibitions, and other art schools like the one I was attending to. I felt however that something was lacking in my life, and...

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Notebooks on GirlMaking part 2

Notebooks on Girl-Making by Salome E Notebook I: Close encounter Chapter 2 It was breaking dawn outside, a dim sunlight starting to paint the streets around the neighborhood, and it was quite cold. I had my clothes just hanging over my body, but I didn't stop until a few blocks away. There were nobody around anyway, a lonesome area and being so early in the morning, so I just walked on and on until I found the first open cafe about two hours later, maybe. It was just to the side of...

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Notebooks on GirlMaking part 3

Notebooks on Girl-Making by Salomeee Notebook I: Close encounter Chapter 3 Boston was a different city when I got back. Indeed the world was different. It was like I had reborn in a different era. Everything was transformed, of course, by my own inner change. It took a few days for me to realise what was actually happening. Maybe it took even longer for me to stop fretting I'd wake up and find out everything was a wild fantasy. But I finally convinced myself it was not. This was...

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Notebooks on GirlMaking part 4

Notebooks on Girl-Making by Salomeee Notebook I: Close encounter Chapter 4 Close to where Harry grew up is a road that leads to a place called Horseshoe Bay. There's a highway up high if you're in a hurry, but the low road is slow and winding right along the water. As one drives out to Horseshoe Bay the water is on your left. Vancouver harbor is back behind you and its mostly open water to your left out in the Strait of Juan de Fuca. Just before Horseshoe Bay there's a little cove...

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Notebooks on GirlMaking part 5

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Notebooks on GirlMaking part 6

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Hypnotised

"So how have you enjoyed the process of hypnosis Summer?" he asked.The question was so incongruous that bemusement tugged the corners of her lips, her brows rising slightly."That's a strange question Mark. How have I enjoyed the process of hypnosis? I've never experienced it, so I wouldn't have the foggiest idea what you're talking about."Summer had been delighting in getting to know Mark, their weekly catch up and coffee becoming something that she looked forward to. There was no pretense, no...

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Knothole

Widower Charlie Kantrel, mid 30's, light brown hair, blue eyes, about five foot eight with a decent build, watered the herbs he grew on his back porch early every morning before going to work. On this particular Monday morning, after he closed the nozzle on his garden hose, quieting it's hissing sound, he could hear a moaning coming from the other side of his fence. It wasn't just any sort of moaning either! From being previously married for eight years, he knew the sort of sounds a women...

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Hypnotists Revenge

That bitch. She had filed charges against me and leaked them to the press. It didn’t matter that the charges were groundless. It didn’t matter that I was able to prove my innocence. It didn’t even matter that the newspaper had to apologise and print a retraction. The mud stuck. I lost his job. The taint would be forever associated with my name. Some people would always wonder, did I just get away with it? The damnable thing about it was that the woman didn’t even know me. I was just an...

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HypnotheRapist Starr Scores Ch 06

To every gentleman in need of female companionship and affection…your dream doctor. Literally. ***Dr. Angela Starr: The Hypnothe-Rapist*** SS36: STARR SCORES VI—’Avenging Forthwith’ *** 36 stories, six (square root of 36) now belong to this series. averaging out to one of each of these six ‘Hypnothe-Rapist’ stories for every six of the Smokey Sagas thus far. Just a coincidence. Absolutely nothing to do with this actual story itself, however. Another coincidence: this is going to appear...

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HypnotheRapist Starr Scores Ch 03

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HypnotheRapist Starr Scores Ch 07

To every gentleman in need of female companionship and affection…your dream doctor. Literally. ***Dr. Angela Starr: The Hypnothe-Rapist*** SS44: STARR SCORES VII—’Divorce Awakens’ *** January 16th, 3:23 p.m. HEY HEY STARR! LAST CHERUB OF THE DAY HAS JUST LANDED AT OUR DOOR. NEWBIE: MR. SEAN MCMANUS. FILLING OUT HIS FORM RIGHT NOW. ID AND INSURANCE XEROXED, JUST NEED YOUR O.K. TO SEND HIM BACK. THANKS, NICE LADY!! JUST FINISHING UP WITH MR. BROCKWELL RIGHT NOW, SO AS SOON AS HE COMES...

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HypnotheRapist Starr Scores Ch 02

To every gentleman in need of female companionship and affection…your dream doctor. Literally. *The Hypnothe-Rapist* STARR SCORES II: ‘The Impotence Strikes Back’ *** February 12th, 4:02 p.m. Angela put the finishing updates on the file of her 2:00 returning patient, deposited it in the appropriate section of her cabinet, shut it, and pushed herself off it to roll her chair back across the office to her desk. She held down the intercom button. ‘Hi Paula! One more today, right?’ Paula’s...

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HypnotheRapist Starr Scores Ch 04

To every gentleman in need of female companionship and affection…your dream doctor. Literally. *The Hypnothe-Rapist* SMOKEY SAGAS #20: STARR SCORES IV—’The Man Called Dennis’ *** August 9th, 9:31 a.m. Angie slid open the window and welcomed the summer morning breeze into her office with open lungs. She closed her eyes, smiled and inhaled the balmy air. She was in such a wonderful mood. Everything was terrific: her day, her job, her life. She felt so happy she could burst. The daily joys...

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HypnotheRapist Ch 01

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Hypnotising Cara

‘It’s not a date, it’s NOT a date,’ Cara told herself as she walked up to Dylan’s front door. ‘He’s just a friend, we’re just good friends.’ It was true that she had a bit of a crush on him but she had dropped plenty of hints, given him lots of opportunities to make a move and he hadn’t. Hell, last weekend they had been both sitting in his bedroom, on his bed watching a movie together, she had snuggled into him, he had put his arm round her and then… nothing. Well now he had missed his chance,...

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Hypnotising Justin

This story was produced by acute insomnia, twisted imagination and a hyperactive libido and as such is best enjoyed under similar circumstances. The Earl recommends that no reader should progress beyond this point unless under the influence of sleep deprivation, hallucinogens and a porn star named Davina. Great thanks to Master Hypnotist, whose How-To on erotic hypnosis provided both the idea and a lot of the facts for this story. It can be found here and is well worth reading. Thanks also to...

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