Revenge
By Karen Singer
Chapter 22
The sun was barely up Monday
morning when Steve got out of bed. He
had woken up late yesterday afternoon, somehow missing the entire day
again. He had learned Saturday evening
that he was supposed to go to Diane’s house on Sunday to clean for her. Had he?
He honestly had no idea. He had
been afraid last night to call and find out.
If he had gone to Diane’s house yesterday to clean, he supposed he
should be grateful that he had no memory of it at all. He should
be grateful…but he wasn’t. He was losing
a lot of days…or hours…or just plain time lately. And he had no idea what he was doing when it
happened. It worried and scared him to
no end.
And now he had to go to work
today. Last Friday Monica had demanded
that he not only wear the panties, but pantyhose and a bra as well. Did he still have to? He had no idea. After considering the issue, he finally
decided to go with just the panties and pantyhose since they would be easier to
hide. The damn bra was a nightmare.
He jumped into the shower, then got
dressed, but after putting the panties and pantyhose on, his body reached for a
bra and put that on as well, despite the fact that he didn’t want to wear the
thing. But he just couldn’t find a way
to stop himself from doing it. Once
again the damn witch was making her demands known…whether he wanted to wear the
stupid thing or not. After the bra was in
place, he finished getting dressed, once again wearing a sport jacket to hide
any telltale bra lines.
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Monica went out of her way to bury
herself in work. It was the best thing
she could do to keep her mind off of Steve.
But the subject of Steve came crashing in on her once again the moment
her desk phone rang late that morning and Carla told her that she had just done
a panty check on Steve, and he was wearing frilly yellow panties, pantyhose,
and a bra. Monica thanked her for letting
her know, then hung up.
But now the subject of Steve was
firmly locked into her mind again, and she didn’t have a clue what to do about
it. Whatever the Sorceress had done to
him, as far as she could tell, there was no way she could get back at Steve at
all for what he had done to her. If
there really was a Sorceress, because she still wasn’t convinced that it wasn’t
just Steve himself sending the emails to her and pretending. She still wouldn’t put that past him at all.
She had been rather shocked the day
before when she went to Diane’s apartment and saw Steve in all that bondage
stuff. She was glad Diane had never
shown any sign of those things while she had stayed there for a few
nights. Obviously, Diane was more into it
than she thought. It was so bizarre! And yet even that wicked stuff hadn’t fazed
Steve’s new personality at all. From
everything she had seen, and everything Diane had told her, Steve had continued
to absolutely love it – all day!
Why? How had the Sorceress done
that? It was…impossible! Was Steve really into the kinky bondage stuff
too…along with the crossdressing stuff?
She had no answers.
Tonight, Steve was supposed to go
to Carla’s condo and clean for her. She
knew that Carla was really looking forward to it. Carla claimed that her place was a mess and
she really needed some major help with it.
But Monica wondered if maybe there wasn’t more to it than that. Evidently Carla had dated Steve many times in
the past.
So what should she do about
Steve…and the Sorceress? If there was a
Sorceress.
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At the end of the day, Steve turned
off his computer and headed out the door with everyone else. He was supposed to show up at Carla’s place
in a little while, dressed appropriately…or inappropriately as far as he was
concerned…and clean Carla’s place for her.
According to Carla when she had checked his damn underwear earlier that
morning, she had told him she was expecting him to wear the gold party dress
and heels he had worn to the club in Saint Thomas. As much as Steve didn’t want to do it, he had
no doubt that somehow, he would do it.
Besides, what choice did he have?
Show up dressed stupidly and clean her apartment, or let Monica send
that written confession to the police so he could go to jail instead. No choice!
And as much as Steve would rather
not know about it again, like evidently had happened at Monica’s apartment and
Diane’s place too, he was also afraid of not knowing, and hoped that for once
he would remember it. As far as he was
concerned, it was a no-win situation.
Just like his entire life lately.
On both Saturday and Sunday, he
didn’t remember waking up and getting dressed, let alone going out to clean
their apartments for them. Would he lose
all track of everything as soon as he got home?
He hoped not…while a small part of him hoped he would.
But when he got home, he found
himself still fully in control. He threw
a microwave dinner into the oven…and waited to lose control of himself. He ate his dinner, fully expecting to zone
out into never-never land again. But
once his dinner was finished, he was still fully in control. Breathing a big despondent sigh, he wandered
into his bedroom to get dressed to go clean Carla’s apartment – in the stupid
gold dress and heels. How…utterly
stupid!
Once dressed and his face full of
makeup, having no pockets, he threw his wallet and keys into one of his purses,
and faced his apartment door. He had to
go. He had no choice. Was it even dark yet? No, not yet.
Not by a long shot. Who would be
out there to see him? But what choice
did he have? It was either go out and
face the world like he was, in a dress that would only attract too much
attention, or go to jail. Maybe jail
would be the better option.
He reached out his hand and opened
his door. Taking another big breath for
courage, he headed for his car. The
moment he closed his door and started walking, he noticed the people down in
the parking lot. He didn’t want to see
them, but his peripheral vision still found them. He did his best to ignore them and hope they
would ignore him as he descended the stairs, but the loud wolf-whistle somehow
let him know it wasn’t to be. He
purposely looked only at the ground in front of him as he now half-ran towards
his car. He had seen women hurrying the
way he was, because it was the only way to really run with high heels like he
was wearing. As he backed his car up and
drove away, he could still see everyone looking at him. Yeah, jail was looking like a much better
option just then. He started thinking
seriously about moving to a new place.
Maybe the South Pole.
Once he got to Carla’s condo, he
parked the car. He was scared…and he was
glad. For once he was fully in charge of
himself again. He opened his car door
and got out. He looked around and didn’t
see anyone else. He looked up toward
Carla’s window and saw her looking down at him.
And that’s the last memory he had.
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Diane had been right. There was no way around it. As nice as the clothes he was wearing were,
and she really loved that gold dress, he still looked like a guy in a
dress. She guessed that was the
point. Such a pity. She had liked Steve. More than just a bit. They had dated many times, neither of them wanting
anything permanent. Now, she’d never
date him again. She briefly wondered who
in their right mind ever would. Not her
problem.
She saw him look up at her, then
smile and wave before he started walking toward the door that led to the
interior of the building. Almost sadly,
Carla headed for her door to wait for him to get off the elevator.
She was standing in the outer
hallway when she saw the elevator door open, and that bright flashy gold dress
got off. But it was a beautiful dress
that was being worn by a man. A man she
used to like. Used to like! Anyone who
could do to Monica what he had done didn’t deserve her respect anymore. Not to mention his seeming new-found love of
dressing in women’s clothes. She still
didn’t understand that one. Maybe there really
was some kind of Sorceress behind it all.
She thought she had known Steve pretty well, but something like this was
the last thing she would have ever expected.
“Hi Carla!” Steve’s excited voice
called down the hallway as he got off the elevator.
Carla shook her head. It was hard to believe that was Steve. She still wasn’t sure she believed it
herself.
Despite the way he was dressed, she
put him straight to work. And there was
a lot of work to be done. She didn’t
like cleaning. She didn’t like doing
laundry. She was a party girl. She’d much rather be going out somewhere and
having fun. Consequently, her condo
needed work. A lot of work! But just as she had seen at Monica’s place,
and just as she had heard he had been at Diane’s apartment as well, she
couldn’t help but notice how overly happy Steve seemed to be again as he
started picking things up. Way too
happy!
She chose a chair in her living
room and sat to watch him. It was a few
minutes later that she realized he was humming to himself as he worked. “What are you singing?” she asked.
Steve, or rather Karen, smiled
broadly at her. “It’s a real old show
song called, “I enjoy being a girl. Do
you know it?”
“I’ve…heard if it,” Carla
replied. And then to her astonishment,
Steve began humming the tune louder, and started dancing as he continued
picking things up. “Why are you so
happy?” she demanded angrily.
Karen was totally surprised by the
question. “Who wouldn’t be? I love being a girl, and I love getting to
clean. I love it, I love it, I love
it…and I enjoy being a girl!” she sang out loud. She continued humming and dancing as she kept
busy cleaning Carla’s apartment.
Carla shook her head and headed for
her kitchen where she wouldn’t have to look at him…until he started cleaning
there. As happy as he was, and as much
as she loved that gold dress he was wearing, not to mention the shoes she’d
kill for, she was too depressed seeing him that way.
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It was two and a half hours later
when Carla finally put a stop to it. Her
condo looked better than it had in years.
A good portion of her laundry was done, and her kitchen was cleaner than
at any time since she had moved in. She
had gone in stages between watching Steve, and avoiding him. She enjoyed seeing him in that dress…and she
hated it. But now that it was time to
send him home, she couldn’t. And she
knew why.
It was something she had considered
in the back of her mind all day long. Something
she knew she shouldn’t do, yet she couldn’t shake the thought of it. She had no doubt she’d hate herself for doing
it, but she knew for a fact she’d hate herself more if she didn’t.
Steve was just finishing up and was
getting ready to grab his purse and leave.
He was still way too insanely happy…especially after spending the entire
evening cleaning her place. It just
wasn’t natural! He turned when she
walked up behind him, that same stupid smile on his face and his eyes still too
bright and happy.
“Can I do something else for you?”
Karen asked all too hopefully.
That same un-Steve-like tone of
voice. Carla didn’t understand it. Once again she ignored it. She didn’t say a word. Instead, she grabbed him by the arm and
pulled him into her bedroom.
Karen wasn’t sure what was going
on. She had already cleaned Carla’s
bedroom – thoroughly. She had made the
bed with fresh sheets. Dusted, vacuumed,
and put most of Carla’s things away.
“Did I miss something?” she asked.
Carla didn’t answer. Instead, she suddenly turned and grabbed
Steve’s face in her hands, and planted a strong kiss right on his lips. Her hands moved to the back of his head,
pulling his head into hers. One hand
moved down his neck, then around his back, hugging him to her as she continued
to kiss him and force her body into his.
She had never made love to a woman before, and this was a close as she
ever wanted to get. But if she didn’t do
this now, she’d never know what she wanted so desperately to know. And Steve had always been a pretty good lover
in the past.
Karen was going crazy. What was happening? Carla was kissing her and doing everything
possible to turn her on. And worse, her
body was responding. It was Carla that
was holding and kissing her, but she couldn’t get her mind off of Ellie. Ellie and the great love they had made in
Saint Thomas. Ellie…. Thank God Susan had explained that there was
nothing at all wrong with her liking women.
Thank you God…and thank you Susan!
She kissed Carla back, and let her hands explore Carla’s body. But Karen knew that Carla had made love many
times to Steve. She would be expecting
Steve to know what she liked. Karen of
course knew all that, but that wasn’t her biggest problem. As Karen, she was a girl. A woman.
And here was another woman trying to make love to her. She wanted the love making, but not the
physical part of being a woman doing it.
She hated the thought of it, but in order to truly enjoy it properly,
she knew she was going to have to do something she’d rather not.
Steve woke up and realized he was
kissing someone. Carla! He was standing in her bedroom and the two of
them were locked in a loving embrace. He
didn’t remember anything since he got out of the car, but this was certainly a
great way to wake up. He moved his hand
down Carla’s back. Pressing in just the
places he knew she liked. And she in
return was rubbing those places that she knew he liked. Waking up and making love to Carla. It just couldn’t get any better than that.
He felt Carla’s hand pulling down
the zipper on the back of his dress. The
odd feeling somehow hit something deep inside of him, and made his sexual
excitement rage! His own hands starting
to pull up Carla’s top. He couldn’t wait
to get her naked. He couldn’t wait to
get himself naked!
Carla pulled Steve’s dress off his
shoulders and let it fall to the ground.
She pulled away from him and pulled her top off that Steve had mostly
already removed. Steve started massaging
her breasts and it felt wonderful. She
backed further away and quickly stripped naked.
Steve was trying to pull his shoes off without unfastening them. “Leave them,” she told him. “Just pull your pantyhose and panties
down. Leave the bra too.”
She was naked, he wasn’t, but she
didn’t care. She was in a hurry and
pulled him onto the freshly made bed with her, then helped push his hose and
panties down herself. His penis was
already full and hard. The blankets
underneath them had been freshly and carefully put in place. Carla ignored all of it and concentrated
solely on Steve, and making love.
Karen moved to the back of Steve’s
mind and let him take charge. Just as
she had done in Saint Thomas, she thrilled to the love making between Steve’s
body and Carla’s. And just as she had
done in Saint Thomas, she herself did her best to try to imagine everything
that Carla would be feeling, because as a woman herself, Karen knew that those
were the feelings she wanted to feel.
And she craved them!
It was different. For as many times as Carla had been in bed
with Steve, this time it was different.
He was different. And it wasn’t
the women’s underwear or the shoes he still had on. It was the things he was doing. Yes, it was definitely Steve’s body. She knew that body possibly better than she
knew herself. But this time, Steve was
different. His touch was different. The way he was going about things was
different. He wasn’t being as quick and
needy as he had always been before. It
was almost more like he could sense her needs and the things she wanted to
feel. And it was…wonderful!
Steve was making love to Carla
again. But this time it was
different. This time he continually got
these little feelings floating into his brain.
Do this. Don’t do that. Go slower.
Prolong that. Rub here. Kiss her there. So many different things that he wouldn’t normally
do. Fortunately, Carla seemed to be
loving it, so he abandoned himself to those little suggested feelings, and let
himself make love to her that way. It
was certainly different. Almost more
like what had happened with Ellie in Saint Thomas. It was different, and he was loving it!
It was over an hour later when the
two of them finally rolled off of Carla’s bed.
After that marathon session, the bed was a mess. Carla figured she’d have to have the
bedspread cleaned. Maybe the blankets
that were under it too. And for that
matter, she was a mess herself. Naked,
she sat back down and watched as Steve put his dress on. His makeup was a total loss, but she didn’t
mention it.
When he was ready, she kissed him
briefly one more time, then she whispered in his ear. “We’ll never do this again. Ever!
Understand?”
Steve felt crushed. He had thought their lovemaking had been
great. His reply was only a small sad
nod.
Carla stayed in her room while he
went out the door to go home. She had
wanted to make love to him again to see if it really was Steve they had been
dealing with. But now she had more
questions than answers.
She had without a doubt made love
to Steve. Only Steve would know to do
some of the things that he had done.
Only Steve had made love to her enough times to know all those things
she enjoyed so much. So it was
undoubtedly Steve she had made love to.
But there was another thing
too. It was without a doubt one of the
best love making sessions she had ever engaged in. It had been fantastic! And the reason it had been so good, was
because even though Steve had known to do all those things that she loved, he
had done other things too that he had never done before. He had…behaved differently, and done things that
she never thought any man would be so careful to do.
She had no answer to her original
question. Yes, it had been Steve making
love to her. But at the same time,
without a doubt, it wasn’t Steve at all.
And the saddest part was, she knew
she’d never get in bed with him again – no matter what! Not anymore.
Not since she now knew how cruel he could be. Not after what he had done to Monica. And especially not if he really did love
waltzing around in women’s clothes.
Never again. And she felt the
loss…tragically.
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