Revenge - Chapter 34

Revenge

By Karen Singer

Chapter 34

Well-documented kinky?  Ruth now figured she had some kind of idea what that meant.  It was the next morning, and she was still trying to comprehend that woman’s…husband.  Just thinking about him left her somewhat breathless.  But at least the woman herself, Melissa, had seemed nice enough.  But for ten million dollars – she had better!

Her experience the night before was something she simply couldn’t completely share with her husband.  Yes, she had told him she had met with the new attorney.  Yes, she had told him that the attorney seemed at least somewhat more promising…she refused to go any further than that.  But telling her husband about the attorney’s husband?  That was completely out.  He’d never believe it anyway!  She wasn’t sure if she did, and she had been there.

First unbelievable stuff from the Sorceress, and now something unbelievable from her new attorney.  Her life was filled with unbelievable things lately.  But the only thing she really wanted to believe now, was ten million dollars in her bank account, and hopefully a few of the other goodies she had on her list of demands.  That would be reality.  That would make up for all the strange things she had witnessed lately.  Too many strange things.

Her phone buzzed signaling a text message coming in.  She kind of hoped it was from Melissa, her new attorney, but she knew before opening it that it was too soon.  She was surprised, and not surprised, to see a bunch of pictures texted from Steve’s phone.  New undies again.  Pink she noted.  And…his shoes this time.  Women’s shoes, but the distinction was fairly fine.  The sap had definitely lucked out at finding them.  According to the plan, tomorrow he needed to wear women’s pants to work.  She was curious to find out how that was going to work out for him. 

She put her phone away.  She had another birthday party to plan, and then a retirement dinner happening a few weeks away.  Junk!  Unfulfilling junk!

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Steve wore a tie to work again on Thursday, even though he didn’t need to.  And the main reason he wore it, was to piss off Mike.  If the company was indeed getting ready for another round of promotions, he needed that promotion more than Mike did.  Besides, Steve figured he had almost two years more with the company than Mike did.  He deserved the promotion first, no matter how Mike may look at it.  Not to mention, he had gotten a number of nice comments from some of the ladies in the company about the way he was dressed yesterday.

As he headed back to his desk after taking the pictures that Monica had texted him to take, he tried his best to look down toward his feet as he walked.  He knew he was wearing women’s shoes, but would anyone else notice?  He certainly hoped not.  How would he answer any questions about it?  He simply prayed he wouldn’t have to.

Before getting to his desk, he passed Mike in the hallway.  Neither of them stopped, but Steve absolutely loved the glare of hatred that Mike gave him.  One of the best things that had happened to him in a month!

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Monica and Diane often worked together on minor shipments going in or out of the company.  They had been out together delivering a shipment of small office supplies to various storage rooms on each floor.  Something that was always a lot easier with two people than one.  Once back in their tiny office, they both automatically checked their emails. 

“Guess what I’ve got?” Monica said as soon as she opened her email program.

“What?” Diane asked, noting a request for her to pick up another envelope from the second floor.

“Another message from the Sorceress.”

That got Diane’s attention.  She got up from her seat and went to look over Monica’s shoulder while Monica read the email out loud.

“Dear Witch Monica,” Monica read.  Diane giggled at that

Your idea for sending Steve to the club last Friday night was brilliant.  I absolutely loved it.  I’ve also been enjoying Steve’s discomfort for the past few days with some of his new clothing choices for work.  I particularly like the looks of some of the shirts you got him.  I have no doubt that he’ll find it all quite interesting though.

“Did we send her pictures?” Monica asked Diane.

“Not that I’m aware of,” Diane replied.  “Unless Ruth or Carla did.”

“We’ll check later.”

“Keep reading,” Diane prompted.

Please let me know if you have any particular plans for Steve for this weekend.  I really hate to let a full week go by without doing at least something with him.  And I can assure you that he is finally fully healed after your last little witches meeting with him when he brought his gun. 

I’m afraid that Steve is running more than a little tight on money lately.  After what I put him through in Saint Thomas, and then buying your ring Monica, and then more shopping with Diane for new clothes this week, I’m afraid he’s really feeling the pinch – justifiably. 

“Did you go shopping with him?”

“Um…kind of,” Diane replied.  “Keep reading.”

Monica shook her head but continued.

What I’d like to do with Steve isn’t that much.  And unless he decides otherwise, shouldn’t cost him much at all.  Basically, I’m planning on dressing him up and taking him out to somewhere very crowded for the day, a shopping mall perhaps, but he won’t know he’s there until I allow him to know it.  Then despite the fact that his car could be in plain sight, he’s going to find himself stranded there with no way home until I allow him to go.  And during that time, I may just find it amusing for him to become very interested in some of the finer feminine things in life in such a way that he won’t be too happy doing it at all.  He won’t have to buy anything.  Just look, stay out in public, and squirm!  As I said, not much.  Just something simple for now. 

So do you have any plans for him for Friday night?  Or can I send him out bright and early on Saturday?  Oh, and can you recommend a good mall or someplace he can go and not hide himself?

Thanks for all the fun girls,

The Sorceress

“Huh!” grunted Monica.  “I guess she’s pretty much announcing that it’s her turn.”

Diane giggled.  “I guess so.”

“So you went out shopping with him for his new clothes?”

“Hey!  It was fun!”

Monica smiled.  “I’ll bet.”

“I wonder how she’s going to do it.” Diane mused.

“Do what?”

“Saturday.  Everything she said.  Get him there and strand him somehow with no way home.  Make him interested in some of the finer things in life, but he won’t like it.”

“Who knows?” Monica replied.  “How does she do everything she does?”

“Still,” Diane replied.  “I’d love to know.  And maybe just see it.”

Monica smiled.  “Let’s try this.”  She started typing a reply to the Sorceress.  Reading it out loud as she slowly typed.

Dear Sorceress,

Have fun.  There’s a huge mall located at the north end of the city.  Big, and crowded.  For this week, we’ll avoid the club.  After the trouble there last week, I think we’re all going to stay away for a week or two.

Would you have a problem if Diane or any of the others show up to just see how he’s doing?”

Witch Monica

Diane giggled.

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It was midafternoon when Mel got up from her desk.  Her previous client had left fifteen minutes ago and she had just finished making notes in his file for Andrea to work on.  She headed to the back of the hallway in her building and entered the small kitchenette there.  Going to the far side, she opened a steel door that led to an addition she had added to her building several years ago, just after she had gotten married – her husband’s office/nursery combination for the times when he was…under her thumb.  At the times when he wasn’t being her play toy, those times when he concentrated on being himself, he used the office across the hall from her office.  The office that had once belonged to her father.  There was a vast difference between the two spaces.  One was masculine and business like.  The other…little girl or baby delight.  It was often hard to imagine that her husband thrived so well in both places.

She entered the office and saw him hard at work.  He looked so…outlandish – as usual.  Today he was wearing a yellow baby dress trimmed in white, a matching baby bonnet tied to his head, white Mary Jane shoes, and though she couldn’t see them from where she was, she knew that the huge diapers he had on under the dress would be immediately visible the moment he stood up.  For this play period, this term in their living agreement, she was again keeping him constantly in diapers, and she was only allowing him to wear the extra huge diapers.  And to make matters worse for him, she was only allowing him fresh ones in the morning, and then one change twelve hours later.  That was it!  The rest of the time was for his…enjoyment…or misery.  Whatever the case might be.

He was sitting at a specially made little girl sized table, one of two actually in the room.  His chair was child-sized as well.  But this table was larger than the other table and served as his desk instead of part of his play space.  This table, his desk, contained the one most foreign element in the room.  His computer.  The best she could get him.  It contained everything he could possible need – and then some.  And it was one of two identical computers in the company.  The second one residing in his other office.  She replaced both computers every other year for him.  He needed them.  He deserved them.  She wouldn’t deny him those for anything in the world.  The things she did deny him, all too often, were done out of love.

Though she stood there in the open doorway, he hadn’t noticed her yet.  His baby bonnet was covered by a pair of pink headphones that were set over his ears.  His one hand concentrated on following the words on a page in front of him, and his other hand played with one of the long pigtails in his hair.  His pacifier was in his mouth and he was drooling – as she insisted he do. 

“Please try not to drool all over the client’s paperwork,” she said as she walked into the room.

Sissy jerked up, saw her, and turned the audio off that he had been listening to. 

“How’s it going?” she asked.

He shook his head.  “Bowing!  Mothwy.” He lisped in the outlandish way she required of him. 

“Boring?”

He nodded.  “Mothwy.  Thewe ith onwy wittwe bith of thuff to withen to that mean anyfing,” he said.  Small fings in each wecowding.  The west ith…bowing…and wong.”

Boring and long, Mel translated automatically.  Only little bits in each recording that really meant anything.  She nodded.  “Keep at it, Sissy.  This is important.”

He nodded.  “I know.”  He stuck his pacifier back in his mouth and turned the audio back on again.

Mel had no doubt that given a few days with it, he would turn all that material into something not only usable, but extraordinary.  Then she would see what Ruth had really brought to the table.

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It was nearly time for Susan to go home when she finally got Monica’s return email.  She winced.  Diane, or any of the other women tagging along with Steve, would definitely make things much more difficult, for both her and Karen.  She was hoping to let Karen know tonight in a simple email what she needed to do with Steve on Saturday, but if the women wanted to be there too, a simple email wasn’t going to be enough.  Karen needed to be warned how to act.  They needed to discuss possible different circumstances that Susan could already see might be difficult for both Karen, and especially for herself, to deal with.  That is, if any of those darn women showed up.

A small smile crept to Susan’s lips though from something unexpected that had happened earlier.  And because of it, Karen deserved all the help she could get.  Susan hadn’t expected to start getting pictures from Karen of the different outfits that Steve was stuck going to work in every day now.  That was something that had come as a complete surprise, and a major bonus as far as Susan was concerned.  All of Karen’s descriptions of everything that happened were nothing but wonderful, but to actually see pictures once in a while was something else again. 

So how did she want to tell Karen to proceed on Saturday?  Susan thought about that all the way home.

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On Friday morning, Steve stared at his closet.  According to the witches, he had to wear a pair of women’s pants to work today.  It was bad enough with the shirt and the shoes, but he wasn’t sure he could handle wearing pants now.  At least he didn’t have to wear the women’s shirt…or the shoes!  Just one thing at a time.  But even just the pants was still more than enough, and still too much of a problem.

And part of that problem was that there was actually very little difference in the two pairs of women’s pants that Diane had made him buy.  Yes, they were different colors, one pair was black, and the other a light tan.  But that was it!  Neither pair had any back pockets – something so simple and basic that every pair of pants in the world should have, including most women’s pants.  And these didn’t have any!  But the worst part was, he was convinced that they weren’t cut anything at all like a pair of men’s pants.  And because of that, when he had tried them on in the store, they had simply felt…strange…in all too many ways.  They were somewhat tight all the way up his legs, and way too tight and uncomfortable in the crotch. 

He knew what he’d like to do to Diane for making him buy them.  But he also knew how unlikely it was that he would ever get to do anything remotely like that.

Not knowing which pair to wear, he closed his eyes and put one hand on each pair of pants.  Eeny, meeny, miny, moe. 

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“Hey Ruth,” Diane said as she entered Ruth’s small office outside of the HR department.  “You got something for me?”

“Hi Diane,” Ruth replied cheerily as she finished making a notation on her notepad about a cake request.  She finished what she was doing, grabbed a small box from her desk, and handed it to Diane.  “Can you tape that thing up properly for me,” she requested.   “The address it’s going to is on a piece of paper inside,”

“No problem,” Diane assured her.  She stopped then for a moment.  “Hey Ruth,” she said.

“Yes?”

“So you didn’t send the Sorceress any pictures or anything of Steve?”

Ruth shook her head.  “I’ve never sent her anything.  Or gotten anything from her.  I’ve never exchanged emails with her at all.  Just Monica…as far as I know.”

Diane didn’t want to admit that she had emailed the Sorceress.  “So if you didn’t send her any pictures of Steve, and Monica didn’t, and Carla didn’t, and I know I didn’t, then how can she say she liked the outfits I picked out for Steve when we went shopping?”

Ruth shook her head.  “How the heck does she do any of the things she does?” Ruth replied, somewhat perturbed over the issue.  “I’ve been wracking my brain over the matter since we first heard of her.  And I still can’t figure it out! It’s frustrating!”

Diane nodded.  “I’ll say.  It’s so weird.  I can’t explain it any other way except…magic.”

“And I still don’t believe that magic exists!” Ruth insisted.  “At least, I don’t think I do.  I’m really starting to wonder now.  I’ve seen some strange things lately that I just can’t explain.”  But Ruth was also including the sight of her attorney’s husband into that mess as well. 

“I’ve pretty much decided I’m going to try to go with Steve when the Sorceress sends him somewhere tomorrow,” Diane told her.  “The only thing is, the Sorceress said we could be there to watch if we want, but she really didn’t want him to get any kind of clue ahead of time that she was going to mess with him in any way at all.  She wanted it to be a complete surprise.  So I’m not sure how I want to handle it.”

“Do you know where she’s sending him?”

“Not for sure.  We suggested the mall on the north side of the city.  But that’s all I know.”

“Well, I guess you could always just go there and look for him.  Depending on what she does with him, he may or may not be too hard to find.”

“Yeah,” Diane said with a small giggle.  She grew more serious.  “It is a big place though.”

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Steve’s phone signaled a text message coming in.  He had been at work for half the morning already and hadn’t heard from any of those darn witches.  He had been silently praying that he wouldn’t.  Once he had gotten to work, he had sat at his desk and not dared to move.  Even sitting, his jacket was buttoned to hide his pants somewhat better, just in case someone should walk in on him.  Fortunately, it had been a blissfully quiet morning so far.  That is, until he saw the text message from Monica demanding her daily dose of pictures.  The damn witch. 

He got up from his chair, checked his wallet in the unfamiliar jacket pocket, made sure his jacket was buttoned, straightened his tie, and strode out towards the men’s room that he really did need to use just then.  He tried his best to put a look of total confidence on his face and in his stride.  He tried to think of himself as being very well dressed and confident.  And he was very well dressed – from the waist up.  It was the part below his waist with the tan pants he was wearing that he had no confidence in at all.  But he assumed the air of confidence as best he could and made his way to the men’s room. 

“Steve!”

Damn!  He had almost made it.  He turned and found his boss, Mr. Carter, hurrying towards him.  Carter came alongside him, heading the same direction.  “Bathroom trip?” Carter asked as he kept moving, Steve automatically following along. 

“It’s about that time,” Steve confirmed.

Carter said nothing.  The two of them headed into the bathroom together.  Carter went immediately to a urinal on the left.  Steve took one two places to his right, praying that Carter wouldn’t be able to see any hint of the underwear he was wearing…not to mention notice what kind of pants he had on.

“You’re lookin’ sharp again,” Carter told him as he peed.

“Uh…thanks,” Steve replied.  “I…try.”

“Like it!” Carter told him.  “I can tell you’re trying to go places.  Dress for success!  That’s what they say.  I kind of think it’s true.”

“Uh…me too,” Steve agreed.

Carter finished at the urinals before Steve did, Steve needed more time to get himself together with the stupid frilly underwear he was wearing.  He considered himself lucky that his boss had already gone to the sinks and wouldn’t be able to see anything.  A moment later, Steve turned the water on at one of the other sinks to wash his hands.

“How’s the work going?” Carter asked.

“Pretty good,” Steve replied.  “Slow and tedious sometimes, but it’s going good.”

“Good,” Carter said.  “You know to let me know if you need anything.”

“Yeah, sure,” Steve told him.  “I don’t see any problems with any of it.”

Carter turned and started to walk out.  He got a few paces past Steve, turned with a strange look on his face and stared back at Steve.  “Uh…Steve,” he said, a note of concern now in his voice.

“Yeah?” Steve replied as he started drying his hands.

“Uh…new pants?” he asked.

Steve could feel his face starting to turn red, but he tried to keep that air of confidence about him. “Yeah, I got a few new things earlier in the week.”

Carter nodded, then shook his head.  “Some of these new fashions…” he said.  “I just don’t get them.”  He held up his hand to keep Steve from saying anything.  “Don’t get me wrong, but they look kind of…I don’t know.  Almost feminine.”  He held his hand up again so Steve wouldn’t interrupt.  “That’s just my opinion,” he said quickly.  “I know you younger guys are more interested in staying current.  I guess I’m just growing old.  Let me know if you need anything.”  And he walked out. 

Steve stared after him.  He had noticed!  It had turned out alright, but not alright.  Steve decided that once he got back to his desk, he was staying there – no matter what! 

Now that Carter was gone, he hurried into one of the cubicles to take the pictures that the damn witch had demanded of him.  Would the horrors in his life never end?