Hell Hath No Fury
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In retrospect, Gene probably should have been suspicious from the
moment that Ella suggested the spa day. She'd been acting weird all
week, but Gene hadn't really registered it. And it seemed like such a
harmless suggestion at the time.
"Got any plans for the weekend?" Ella asked as she sat on the couch
next to Gene.
"Not that I can think of," Gene replied. "What did you have in mind?"
"Steph from work gave me a gift certificate for a Couples Spa Day. Her
fiance got it for them for Valentine's Day, but they never used it, and
it's only good until Sunday and they have a family thing," Ella
explained. "We could both use some pampering, right?"
"I dunno, a spa day? It's not really my thing, I don't like people
touching me," Gene said.
"It's not just a spa, they do the whole work, hair and nails too. And
don't give me that chauvinist, macho BS, your nails shouldn't look like
a coal miner's if you're an IT guy," Ella admonished as she grabbed
Gene's hand.
Gene thought it over for a moment, and decided that the most fruitful
path would be the path of least resistance.
"All right, I guess I'm in," Gene said.
"Yay!" Ella put her arms around Gene and embraced him. "It's gonna be
so much fun!"
"But I'm just gonna do the massage and maybe the haircut," Gene warned.
"We'll see," Ella giggled.
Arriving at the spa, the place was rather nondescript. They entered,
Ella went up to the counter to sign them in, while Gene waited off to
the side. After some back and forth, Ella walked over to Gene, and they
were shown into the back.
"All right, sir, you can use this room, and miss, you can use that
room." The attendant pointed out two rooms on opposite sides of the
hallway.
"Wait, I thought this was a couples thing. Shouldn't we be together?"
Gene asked.
"Yes, but they have separate changing rooms, silly," Ella giggled.
"Right..." Gene replied.
Gene and Ella parted ways, each walking into their designated changing
rooms. In Gene's, there was a white robe hanging on a hook, and a
series of cubby holes leading up to a divider.
"Just get undressed, change into the robe, and we'll be right with
you," the attendant said. "And feel free to have some of the
complimentary water."
The attendant closed the door and Gene started to strip, leaving his
clothes in the cubbyhole down to his underwear. He pulled the robe on,
and sat down in the chair in the room. He reached over and grabbed a
glass, pouring water from a pitcher into it. He took a sip, before
recoiling and making a confused face.
"Ugh... that tastes... weird." Gene inspected the pitcher, noticing
that in addition to lemons, there were also sprigs of mint floating
inside the water. "Lemon mint?"
Gene hesitantly took another sip, then another, until the water didn't
taste as strange, writing it off as just a quirk of the ingredients.
After a few minutes, the attendant returned.
"All right, the massage is ready, if you'll just follow me to the next
room." The attendant motioned and Gene followed.
In the next room, the attendant pointed to the table, and Gene pulled
off his robe and climbed up onto the table, laying down face-first and
placing his head into the headrest.
"We'll get started momentarily," the attendant informed. "Just wait
right here."
As he waited, he started to feel drowsy. His eyes were having trouble
staying open, and all attempts to change position were met with
resistance, as if all his strength was being sapped from his being.
The door opened once again and the attendant returned with another
woman, or at least that's what Gene could tell based on their legs,
given that he couldn't lift his head.
"All right, this is our masseuse, Agnes, and she'll be handling you
from here," the attendant said, patting Gene on the back.
Gene weakly nodded in acknowledgement as the attendant left the room.
"Did someone spike the water? Is this an allergic reaction?" Gene
wondered.
As Gene fought for control of his body, he felt Agnes applying goop to
his legs, and then pressure being applied to them.
"What's going on?" Gene slurred.
"Full body wax. Part of package," Agnes stated in a thick accent.
"Wax? I didn't ask for a wax..." Gene started to lose consciousness.
"Where's Ella..."
Gene passed out, but not before feeling the intense pain of Agnes
ripping the sheet of paper from his leg, his leg-hair with it.
One Week Earlier:
Ella was watching TV in the living room of the apartment she shared
with Gene. From the bedroom, she heard a ringtone going off. She
ignored it, Gene had run down to the lobby to grab the mail, whatever
it was could wait. The ringtone finished its cycle. The ringtone
started again. Ella paused her show and stood up.
"Must be important..." Ella said, as she started to walk towards the
bedroom.
The ringtone continued and Ella grabbed the phone off the nightstand,
checking the notifications, which were several texts simply identified
as from 'M Work'. Ella opened the phone and checked the message log.
Her heart fell.
"Last night was wonderful," the text read. "When can I see you again?"
Last night, Gene was supposedly working late on installing a new server
for the office. Clearly, he had been doing much more than installation
for whoever 'M' was.
Ella searched her mind for any co-workers he might have mentioned with
the first initial 'M' but she failed to remember any. But in fairness,
her mind was scrambled with feelings of betrayal and anger. Ella
quickly tapped the contact and called the number. After a few moments,
the person on the other end picked up.
"There you are, loverboy. I was starting to get worried," a feminine
voice purred on the other end.
"Who is this?" Ella coldly asked.
"Who is this?" the voice on the other end asked.
"I'm Ella. Gene's girlfriend," Ella replied.
"Oh god..." the voice sighed. "I had no idea... I'm Melanie, I'm a temp
in Gene's office."
"How long?" Ella asked.
"A few weeks. I swear he never told me," Melanie replied.
Ella heard the jingle of keys coming from the direction of the front
door.
"I think we have a lot to discuss. Are you free for coffee tomorrow?"
Ella asked.
"Yeah," Melanie responded.
"I'll text you the address," Ella replied and hung up the phone,
quickly erasing both Melanie's recent texts, and the record of their
phone call, before stealthily sending herself Melanie's contact info
before erasing the record of that as well.
She replaced the phone on the nightstand and walked out of the bedroom.
"Hey, babe!" Ella exclaimed as she embraced Gene in a hug.
"Anything happen while I was gone? I was only a few minutes," Gene
replied.
"Nope. I just missed you," Ella replied staring blankly at the wall.
Gene's eyes slowly fluttered open as he began to recover from his
slumber. He expected to feel raw and in immense pain, given what he
remembered from right before he passed out, but instead, his body felt
soothed, and could feel his skin softly rubbing against the chair he
was now seated in. How had he moved? His vision was blurry, but slowly
clearing as he heard Ella's voice ringing in his ears.
"Wakey, wakey, baby," Ella sang.
Gene looked up at Ella, who was still dressed identically to how she
had been when they entered the spa, even down to having her black hair
in the exact same ponytail. Hadn't she gotten the spa treatments too?
"What's going on?" Gene slurred.
"Karma," Ella replied. "It's a bitch, and so are you."
"What are you talking about?"
"I know you were cheating on me with a girl from the office."
"What? There's nothing going on, I just fix her computer every now and
then."
"Oh it's a little too late for that, loverboy," another voice sang from
behind Gene.
Gene froze. He knew who the voice belonged to. Melanie.
"Mel, baby," Gene started.
"Stuff it," Melanie replied as she walked to stand next to Ella.
"How did you..." Gene started.
"Guess you should've kept your phone with you," Ella evilly grinned.
Six Days Earlier:
Ella waited at the table in the cafe, cradling a cup of coffee as she
spotted a nervous redhead walk into the shop. Ella raised her hand and
waved the woman over.
"Ella?" she asked.
"Yeah," Ella replied.
"Melanie," she replied. "I'm so sorry, again."
"It's not your fault, you had no idea, and we both thought we could
trust Gene," Ella said.
"I've already tried to avoid him at work, but I'm probably only around
for a few more weeks anyway," Melanie said.
"Truthfully, you could have him, but I figure you're as mad about this
as I am."
"Yeah, though it makes sense. He only agreed to meet in the office or
at my place, and any time I asked about seeing his, he said that his
roommate was really against bringing dates home."
"I guess that's technically not a lie," Ella mused. "I'm surprised he's
capable of telling the truth."
"You seem remarkably calm about all this, I was afraid you were gonna
murder me."
"Like I said, not your fault. I wanted to meet so that we could both
get back at him together."
"Revenge? Sounds like fun. What did you have in mind?"
"Well..." Ella started.
Gene's mind raced as he realized he was entirely at the mercies of the
two women.
"I wanted you to be awake for the waxing, but it was just easier to do
all the physical adjustments while you were asleep," Ella motioned
towards Gene's body.
"Physical whats?" Gene asked.
For the first time since he awoke, Gene glanced down, and was surprised
to see a pair of rather large false breasts hanging from his chest. And
while he couldn't see past them, he could feel that his manhood had
been hidden away as well.
"I guess I deserve this," Gene sighed. "I'm sorry."
Gene started to push up, but found his arms had been bound to the chair
with tape.
"No you're not..." Ella said. "Not yet."
She motioned to Melanie who grabbed a piece of tape off a nearby table
and smacked it onto Gene's mouth. Gene tried to scream, but the tape
muffled his voice.
"This is just the first step. We're not anywhere near finished,"
Melanie smiled. "But don't worry, you'll have no problems finding a
date when we are."
Gene attempted to thrash his body about, but found that he hadn't yet
regained control of his limbs as he was descended upon by the spa
employees while Ella and Melanie watched on.
The first thing they did was to lean the chair backwards and started to
wash Gene's hair with a flowery smelling shampoo. After drying it, they
matched his hair to a set of hair extensions and weaved them into his
medium-length blonde hair, then set them in curlers.
Gene was powerless to resist when they started to shape and buff his
fingernails, before fitting them with acrylic nail extensions. They
started to polish them a bright pink, when Ella leaned in.
"We had such trouble deciding which color we wanted, but I think we
made the right choice," Ella said.
"It definitely suits you," Melanie giggled.
Gene whined through his gag as the employees started to shape, buff and
polish his toenails in the same shade of pink.
"Don't worry, it won't be much longer," Ella assured Gene.
And she was right, once the nails were done, they removed the curlers
and styled Gene's hair, giving him prominent bangs, then started to
brush on makeup. Eyeliner, mascara, eye shadow, foundation, blush, and
to his relief, the tape was removed, but just so Ella could grab his
lips and force them into a pursed position so that pink lipstick could
be applied to them.
"This isn't part of the spa treatment, but I knew a friend who let me
borrow this just for you," Melanie grabbed Gene's left ear and
activated the piercing gun in her hand, before doing the same to the
other ear.
"Ow!" Gene exclaimed. "Isn't this enough?"
"Not even close," Ella said.
Melanie started to undo the tape on Gene's arms. Gene wiggled his
fingers as he got ready to make a run for it, when he heard the click
of a phone camera.
"And if you even think about running, I'll make sure all your friends
and family see this," Ella said. "And Melanie will share it around the
office."
"What do you want? An apology? I'm sorry," Gene said.
"If you were sorry, you wouldn't have done it in the first place," Ella
said. "And we just want to make sure you'll never do this to anyone
ever again."
Ella and Melanie grabbed Gene's arms and lifted him out of the chair.
Gene tried to steady himself, but Ella and Melanie were already fast at
work, slipping a pair of pink panties over his hidden manhood, and
strapping a matching bra around the newly acquired breasts. Before Gene
could even react, they had a pink dress sliding up his torso and zipped
it up.
The dress was tight, forcing Gene's legs together in an uncomfortable
way, and making it easy for Melanie to slip his feet into a pair of
pink platform pumps.
They released him and Gene began to stumble around, trying to find
balance in the heels, while coming to grips with his new accessories.
He caught sight of his appearance in a full-length mirror on the
adjoining wall. Curly blonde hair, kissable lips, alluring eyes, fresh
studs in his ears, a tight dress with a killer rack underneath, Gene
was a knockout.
"Holy shit..." Gene remarked. "Is that... me?"
"Of course it's you, silly! You know, I can't believe you turned out so
hot!" Ella exclaimed.
"Neither can I," Melanie said. "Who knew?"
"All right, you've had your fun. Do I get to change back now?" Gene
asked.
Ella and Melanie burst out laughing, and Melanie handed Gene a purse.
"Not even close, meet us outside... Gina," Ella and Melanie strolled
out of the room and shut the door.
Gene was forced to teeter in his new heels and due to the tightness of
the dress, was forced to mince across the room, where he struggled to
open the doorknob with his newly extended nails.
"I'm not gonna be able to reverse much of this with these in the way"
Gene flexed his hands, inspecting the nails.
After making it down the hall and to the front door, easier said than
done with his new center of gravity as a result of his chest, Gene
stumbled out, watching Ella and Melanie climbing into his car. As he
approached, they each shut their doors and Ella hit the lock.
Gene grabbed the door handle and pulled, but it wouldn't open.
"What gives?" Gene asked.
Ella rolled down the window and poked her head out.
"We, as in Melanie and I, are going home," Ella said, tossing a pair of
keys to Gene that he barely managed to catch. "Those are the keys to
Melanie's apartment. You can stay there tonight while we decide what
we're going to do with you."
"This isn't enough?" Gene asked.
"I dunno, I think you need a little bit more punishment, but we'll talk
that over later," Ella replied. "I figure you already know the
address?"
"Aren't you going to drive me there?" Gene begged.
"Nope. That's up to you to handle. Good luck, and don't move any of my
furniture around," Melanie chuckled as Ella rolled the window up.
Ella quickly pulled out of the parking lot and drove off, leaving Gene,
humiliated and alone, standing there. He opened the purse, finding his
ID, a lipstick tube, a compact, and, most humiliating of all, a condom.
"No money..." Gene sighed. "No phone..."
He knew the walk to Melanie's from the spa was going to be long, but he
didn't have any other choice, now did he? He started to slowly walk
down the sidewalk, trying to keep balance. His face flushed red, as
Gene noticed the stares he got from passerbys, men with hungry eyes,
women with envious glares, mothers averting their children's gazes. As
he walked, a car pulled up alongside the sidewalk and slowed down. The
window rolled down, revealing a man inside the car.
"Hey, baby, need a ride?" he asked.
Gene weighed his options, he probably wouldn't get far in the heels,
but what price would the driver demand for the ride? But more
importantly, what horrors awaited him if he walked, especially once it
starts getting dark? Gene took a deep breath as he considered his
response.
"Sure," Gene said in his best falsetto as he opened the passenger door
and climbed inside.
"Which way you going?" the driver asked.
Gene told him the address, and the man started driving.
Gene didn't know what fate awaited him after the ride. Or what else
Ella and Melanie had planned for him. But he did know one thing. Hell
hath no fury, like two women scorned.
The End
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