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Justice In The World
All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. Any resemblence between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.
John sighed with relief as he saw the hands of the clock edging
to 5. Nowadays he always felt that the workday would just never
come to an end, and yet he also dreaded coming home to Sandy. It
was not always like that for him. why, only six months ago he was
a rising young executive, whose future with Consoladated seemed
assured. Assured that is, till his atavistic male chauvinistic
attitudes got him into deep trouble.He looked down at the key-
board...funny how fast he had learned to type with those long
nails. Even more amazing to him was the fact that his heels felt
almost natural now. Poor John, the sexual harassment suit that
was threatened could have cost the company millions....but who
would have expected that the terms of the settlement would be so
bizarre?
He licked his bright red lips and brushed a wayward curl back
behind his ear, feeling his long earrings swing as his manicured
fingers brushed against them.
That bitch Betty certainly demanded her pound of flesh. Even
worse, the management went along with her, and he was in no
position to fight the matter. His funds where not sufficient to
settle the claim, and besides, he had transferred most of them
into Sandy's name for tax purposes. And Sandy was having no part
in helping him. She felt that he was getting precisely what he
deserved.
She was thoroughly fed up with his insistence that she always be
dressed to his image of femininity and was only too eager to turn
the tables on him. John had at least expected her to offer some
objection to the surgical procedures, but with wickedly erotic
grin, she signed all the necessary releases.
Finally, five o'clock. Standing up and smoothing out the skirt of
his all too short little black dress, John made his way to the
lockers in the woman's rest room. The way to the restroom past
the executive offices on "Walnut Row". Former colleagues still
occupied those offices, and he knew that they delighted in seeing
their former competition wiggling his way down the hall, now
quite thoroughly emasculated. His shame was all the more, as the
terms of the settlement, which had been supposedly confidential,
where and open secret at consolidated. All knew that he posed
absolutely no threat to the the other employees in his use of the
lady's facilities. His panties had no unsightly bulges, they fit
smoothly as they where intended to.
The memory of that first shopping trip still was traumatic for
him. Sandy had a ball buying him a wardrobe that was designed to
cater to his most erotic male fantasies. Unfortunately, the
clothing was now for him. It seemed that everyone in the shop
knew about him. How could they not? She pulled him out of the
dressing room in only his bra and panties, and they where nearly
nonexistent too. Thong panties left his bottom bare and barely
covered his now triangular pubic patch, If anything, the bra was
more erotic, so transparent that his permanently erect nipples
could be clearly seen. It didn't take a rocket scientist to
realize that John had been subjected to SRS.
A slap on his now rounded bottom brought him back to reality. Tom
Jaimison, his former rival, had taken advantage of John's mincing
passage down the hall to "hurry him along". As a former male he
was often the object of sexual harassment now, from both the men
and the women. Frankly, he was fair game, and all knew it.
"Pretty dress, Johnie" Tom laughed. Sandy loved him in this one.
It hugged his now lush curves and was as short as could be de-
cently worn in the office. He had to be very careful in how he
positioned himself when he retrieved files from the lower drawers
of the cabinet. Try as he may, there always was some leg show,
but at least, for the most part, he managed to keep his panties
from showing. Underalls where "off limits" for him. Stockings and
garter belts where the rule. He knew that the outlines of his
panties where plainly visible through the thin fabric of his
dress and that the men bet each day on the color of his panties.
Bets where settled when he served afternoon coffee. While his
hands where occupied holding the serving tray, Betty would come
up behind him and tuck his skirt into the bow on that frilly
apron they insisted he wear while serving. All the men would have
to be served before he could put the tray down and
readjust his skirts, much to the delight of those present. You
can be sure that coffee time was well attended and his
services where in demand by every department head.
Management solved the problem by posting a schedule, and the
display of his lingerie soon became a company institution. There
even was a fund to buy him the sexiest panties. Each week the
pool winner had the option of taking him shopping for the next
week's lingerie, and the pool was not at all restricted to woman
alone.
Tonight he was being taken for a fitting for foundation garments.
His waist was a bit thick for Sandy's satisfaction. Even though
lyposuction had brought it down to 24 inches from its former 31,
Sandy thought that 20 inches would be more to her liking. No
point in fighting it. She got her way all the time now. John
resigned himself to a life in tight stays. What he didn't realize
was the effect that the tight lacing was to have on his walk. No
man would be able to ignore that new hip swinging gait he would
be forced into now. It was only a matter of time before some man
would bed him. Both he and Sandy knew that too. He dreaded the
day.
The next day: Saturday:
John, in his wildest dreams could never have imagined what the
fitting would be like. He was not the first boy/girl to be fitted
by Ms. Stanton. Actually fitting these boy/girls was a distinct
pleasure to her, and she relished making the experience maximally
embarrassing for them and maximally erotic for herself and her
staff. She had developed some rather unique methods to control
possible recalcitrant boy/girls like John. Reluctantly, John had
let Sandy lead him into the shop. Ms Stanton soon had him in tow
and brought him into the fitting room located in the rear of her
establishment. "Off with your dress, Dearie, we have to make sure
that your new foundation fits properly" Ms Stanton laughed. He
hesitated, still not used to the fact that he no longer was a man
among women, but a sort of ersatz female who had no valid reason
for false modesty in the presence of real women. Sandy slipped
behind him and soon his dress was unzipped and Ms Stanton was
helping him step out of it. His panties, bra and teddy went soon
thereafter leaving him standing in only his garter belt, nylons
and heels. As he tried to vainly cover himself in a comical
imitation of "September Morn" he felt his garter belt being
unfastened and the clips removed from his stockings. By holding
his thighs tightly together he managed to keep his stockings from
slipping down, but he knew that soon they too would slither down
to his ankles. "Don't worry, sweet, they soon will be fastened to
your new corset-----and you'll just love how nicely the four
garters on each side hold them up" Sandy teased. "Four garters a
side, that's eight all toll, I bet there will be one in the back
too, how awfully uncomfortable" he thought. This would be the
least of his discomforts. Wheeling out a small platform with a
telescoping rod firmly fixed to its center Ms Stanton smiled
evilly.."Lets get our little shemale onto the fitting platform" .
Her breath was coming faster. This was the part she enjoyed the
most.No wonder John looked at the platform and gasped. It was
about 3 feet in diameter and stood 6 inches from the floor,
moving easily on three casters. He scarcely believed his eyes,
for fixed into the center, on a strong telescoping shaft, was a 7
inch dildo. One did not have to be clairvoyant to imagine the
purpose. "No, please, No, not that" he whimpered and begged, all
the while knowing that he really had no choice. "Please, Sandy,
not this"
"But Darling, you really need to be kept still for the fittings"
Meekly, he allowed himself to be led to the center of the plat-
form. With a practiced motion, Ms Stanton positioned him with the
shaft between his legs. Sandy reached into her purse for the K-Y
jelly and soon that horrible phallus was lubricated, and in less
time than it takes to tell, he was impaled on it. The locking
device was at the side of the platform, so there was no way that
he could possibly reach it to free himself. He was clearly to be
there at their mercy till it suited them to release him.
"I think a Victorian style would suit our little one here"
John looked with growing apprehension. The garment laced in back
and hooked in the front. From the way it stood up it was clear
that it was heavily boned under the pink floral satin. True to
her word, eight garters dangled from the lace trimmed bottom of
the garment. He looked imploringly at Sandy..."please, darling,
please, I promise to be a good girl" The words choked in his
throat. Imagine the former macho man begging this way. " I know
you will, dear, you don't have much choice about that, do you
now?"
After snapping the front hooks about his waist the two women
proceeded to properly lace him in. As they expected his torso
soon have very feminine curves, his rounded bottom made even more
prominent by the arching of his back due to the heavy stays. His
breasts where pushed up higher, giving him that look he had so
admired in women before.Sandy fixed his stockings. "You know"
mused Ms Stanton "it is still early and there are still good size
crowds at the mall.....perhaps I could use a more striking window
display".
Sandy understood the import right away. With a wicked smile she
agreed. Soon John found himself helplessly being propelled across
the store floor towards the display window. Ms Stanton drew the
curtain that was on the mall side of the window and rearranged
the manikins to make room for her new attraction. Sandy went to
her folio and brought out a placard. Clearly this had been
planned well in advance.
They positioned him in the center of the window and inserted the
placard into the clips on the front of the platform. The curtain
was drawn and the new manikin was on display. He now could see
the reflection of the placard in the window. Though it was back-
ward he finally made it out with some difficulty. "Former Macho
Male--Convicted of sexual harassment Jan 3 1995"
The women smiled. And Betty, passing by the window during her
shopping trip, noticed her former boss, so fully humiliated and
emasculated and felt content. Justice had finally been done.
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