Revenge
By Karen Singer
Chapter 3
Steve woke up feeling well rested
and refreshed, much more so than he ever would have guessed – given his state
of mind when he had gone to sleep. He
walked into the bathroom and sat down to pee, although why he sat down to pee
was a bit of a mystery to him. He didn’t
feel like he had to do anything else. Unfortunately,
it also put him in a position where he could see his red painted toenails all
too well. “Gotta do something about that
first thing,” he reminded himself.
After that, he opened his medicine
cabinet to pull out his shaving cream and razor…and he stopped and stared. There, on the second shelf, in plain view
where he could see it, was the bottle of red nail polish someone had used on
his toenails yesterday. Someone was
playing a trick on him and was trying to rub it in. His anger slowly began to grow, along with a
realization that he should have thought of before – someone had been in his
apartment, and he didn’t know who it was.
And that someone might still be there.
He reached up and took the bottle
of nail polish out of the cabinet, then he grabbed the pile of feminine things
that he had left dumped on his bathroom floor last night, and he threw them all
angrily into the trash can.
But the thought that someone else
had been in his apartment still bothered him.
He had to make sure that person wasn’t still there. Very carefully, he eased around every nook
and cranny and looked into every closet he had, carefully checking for any sign
of an intruder. He even dropped down
quickly and checked under his bed. All
clear…thankfully. He double checked the
lock on his door. All secure. Feeling better, he finally went back into the
bathroom to shave and shower. He didn’t
know how someone had done what they had to him yesterday, but he knew he would
eventually catch him, and he would make whoever it was – pay! Dearly!
As soon as he was dressed, he was
out the door and made his way to the closest pharmacy where he bought a small
bottle of nail polish remover. He felt
very embarrassed having to buy it, but fortunately, nobody in the store said
anything to him and he hurried home with it.
He spent the next little while working hard to completely remove the
nail polish from his toes. Then he took
the bottle of remover that he no longer needed and started to throw it into the
trash can on top of the other things he had put in there earlier. But the trash can was empty. There was no sign of the dreaded clothing he
had thrown away just a short while before.
He threw the nail polish remover into the trash and did another check of
his apartment. Everything looked
normal. He could see no sign that anyone
had been in there while he had been gone.
Later in the afternoon, he was
finishing up his weekly laundry when he opened his dresser to put his freshly
washed underwear away, and there, on top of everything else, was the dreaded
pair of panties, the stockings, and the garter belt. All were neatly folded and carefully put away. How had they magically appeared in his
dresser? He grabbed them and threw them once
again into the trash. He spent the rest
of the day installing a very substantial bolt lock on his apartment door. Nobody was going to get past that without him
knowing it!
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The next morning he had to go back
to work, and he dreaded it. Monica had
said she was going to tell all her friends.
He had no way that he knew of to stop her. After his shower, he opened his dresser to
pull out some underwear, and he stopped dead.
There, right on top of everything, was the pair of frilly panties, the
stockings, and the garter belt. How
could they have gotten there? Anger took
hold of him as once again he pulled them out and threw them away. Then he went into his closet and pulled out
his softball bat and carried it with him as he again checked every spot in his
apartment. He was ready to kill anybody
if he found them. But everything was
still clear and his door was still locked.
He was more puzzled than ever.
Later, after he got to work, he was
worried that the word of what he had been wearing on his date with Monica had
gotten out. He continually watched the
faces of everyone to see if they were looking at him differently. He was relieved to see no sign that anyone
knew…yet. But it was early in the day
still. Most likely nobody would know…yet. He relaxed for a bit, but was more worried
about how things would be later in the day, after Monica had a chance to tell
everybody.
At break time he almost didn’t go
to get himself a cup of coffee for fear that someone would mention it, but
fortunately nobody did. At lunch it was
the same. He dreaded finding out that
someone might know. But lunch went fine as
well.
By midafternoon the worry and the
dread was beginning to get to him and he finally phoned down to the shipping
department and asked for Monica. He
spoke quietly into the phone so that nobody around him could hear. “Uh…hi Monica.”
“Steve? Oh, I’m soooo glad you called.”
She was glad he called? Was that good? “Uh, Monica, did you tell anybody…you know,
about what happened the other night?”
“Oh Stevie, Stevie, Stevie.”
Her tone of voice didn’t exactly
sound very good to him, and it sounded even worse when her voice dropped in
volume as she spoke again. “Listen Stevie,
I haven’t told a single soul yet, even though I want to, and I was planning
to. But I keep thinking that you wanted
to explain what happened Saturday night, and I didn’t really give you a
chance. Well, if you come down here
right now and explain it to me – in person, and do it the way I want you to,
then maybe I won’t tell anyone. Got that?
But if you don’t do exactly what I say, then trust me, I’ll make sure
everybody knows. Understand?”
Steve was surprised. What did she mean? But she was offering him the chance to save
his reputation. “Sure, you bet!” he
answered quickly. “I’ll be right down.” He quickly hung up the phone and headed straight
down to the shipping department, desperately trying to come up with a good
explanation he could tell her. Nothing
he could think of sounded even remotely plausible.
When he got there, she was waiting
for him. “Hi Stevie,” she said. “Come on back where we can talk.”
Did she seem calm and relaxed? Maybe this was going to be okay. He followed her into the back room and then
behind a stack of boxes.
“Okay,” she said, suddenly sounding
all too firm. “Pull your pants
down!”
“What?”
“You heard me, I said pull you
pants down. I want to see what you’re
wearing underneath today.”
“Oh,” he replied. “Her request made a little more sense. “No problem.”
He glanced around to make sure nobody could see, and he quickly lowered
his pants to his knees. But Monica
looked disappointed.
“Ugh!” she grunted. “No panties.”
“Ugh!” she grunted. “No panties.”
“Of course not! I never wear them! I still don’t know how I was wearing them the
other night.”
“Sure,” Monica replied, obviously
not believing him.
Steve started to pull up his pants
again.
“Don’t!” Monica admonished. He stopped quickly, very surprised. “You want a chance to explain it
properly? Then you come back here
tomorrow and we’ll do it again, but next time, you better be wearing exactly what you were wearing Saturday
night when you explain it!”
“What?” What she was asking was
incomprehensible. It made no sense.
“I figure that if you stand there
like you are now, but in those panties and stockings you were wearing, then I might believe what you say. There’ll be a lot less chance of you telling
me something that doesn’t sound right.
But if you don’t, then trust me, I’m going to tell everybody I
know. Got that?”
Steve was shocked. She wanted to see him actually wearing them
while he explained it? It didn’t make
sense. But what was he going to do?
“Now get out of here, I have work
to do,” Monica said as she turned her back and walked away.
Steve went back up to his cubicle
in a fog. He didn’t understand. Why would she want him to wear those stupid
panties again? And to work no less! He wasn’t sure he could do it…but what would
happen if he didn’t?
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After work, all Steve knew was that
he needed something to take his mind off it all. So he went to the gym for a good
workout. He figured there was nothing
like working up a good sweat in the weight room to make someone feel like a man
again. He breathed in deeply and smiled
at the very thought of it.
After changing into his workout
clothes in the locker room, he headed for the weight room. At least he planned on going there, but
instead he found himself walking into the room where the women were about to
start their aerobics class. And he
couldn’t seem to turn around and leave, no matter how much he wanted to.
“Are you joining us here today?”
the shapely instructor asked.
Steve was going to say no, but
instead he found himself lining up in the very first row getting ready to
exercise with the women. What was going
on?
“Suit yourself, Sweetie,” the
instructor laughed. Then she started the
class, and to Steve’s horror, he found himself trying to follow her every
movement along with the other women. No
matter how much he didn’t want to do it, he was still doing it. He couldn’t stop! And he was really working up a sweat. Worse, the longer he kept at it, the more
feminine he thought the way he was moving was.
He even noticed the instructor and some of the other women watching him
closer. But he couldn’t control it in
any way. What was going on?
He was not only completely panicked
over his situation, he was completely exhausted by the time the class
ended. “Looks like you need this class,
Sweetie,” the instructor said to him.
Did she have to keep calling him Sweetie? “You know, there’s a men’s class later on if
that would make you feel more comfortable.”
Steve wanted to say that he didn’t
even want to be in the class he had just attended, but once again his body
seemed to have other ideas. “Oh no,” he
found himself saying – in an all too sickeningly sweet voice, “I really like
this one. I’ll be back!”
The instructor smiled
knowingly. “Like I said, suit yourself.”
Steve had wanted to go to the gym
to feel more like a man again. Instead,
he had acted more like a simpering wimp.
Worse, everyone had seen him do it.
Could he ever go back again?
He hurried home in a totally
panicked state. What was going on? He didn’t have a clue. And then there was Monica – that thought
stopped him dead. He walked over to the
trash can where he had thrown the panties away several times already. Once again, they weren’t in the trash can
where they should have been. Almost
afraid to look, he opened his dresser drawer.
He wasn’t the least bit surprised to see them neatly folded there once
again.
How could he wear them to
work? He remembered what Monica had said
about telling everybody. Because of
that, how could he not wear them?
Everyone would know! He’d be the
laughing stock of the entire company! He
closed his dresser drawer again, this time leaving the panties right where they
were, and went to bed.
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Dear Susan,
Something strange is
happening and I don’t know what to do about it.
Remember that girl, Monica, that Steve had the date with a few nights
ago? She just ordered Steve to be
wearing the same panties and stockings we were wearing the night she saw them,
tomorrow to work – and she wants to see them while he tells her why he was
wearing them. It’s so odd. I’m not sure what to do about it. Any suggestions?
In other news, Steve
decided he needed a good workout at the gym tonight, although he didn’t exactly
get the workout he expected. He wanted
to go into the weight room, but I saw a women’s aerobics class starting
instead. I certainly felt a lot more
comfortable in there, but since I kept Steve awake through it all, he certainly
didn’t feel comfortable at all. I guess
he now knows that somehow his body can do things he doesn’t want it to, but he
doesn’t have a clue as to why. I guess I
should go easy on that ability for a while, but I wasn’t the least bit
interested in muscle building with the weights tonight. I’m a girl for heaven’s sake!
Let me know if you
have any suggestions for what to do about Monica.
Karen
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Susan stared at her computer screen
and tried to digest what was going on.
This girl Monica was certainly confusing the issue. She finally shook her head and typed a short
reply to Karen.
Dear Karen,
For now, just let
Steve handle everything to do with Monica.
Just sit back quietly for a while and watch.
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Hmm :)
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