Revenge on John

John really wanted to go to the ball. All the dignitaries of the city would be there and John felt he could really improve his business with the connections they had. But John was stuck. John had no ticket. He simply could not afford the two hundred and fifty pounds for a ticket.

John sat there all week worrying about it all. His business was going down and he would soon be bankrupt. But it was his own fault really. He was ruthless and forced many people out of business until one day they all ganged up and ensured everybody never used his company for anything. All his savings had gone and he was having to scrounge to live.

John sat in the park muttering to himself that he would do anything to save his business. Storm clouds gathered and the sky grew dark. “That’s all I need now. To get soaked” he thought. John ran for the bus shelter.

When he got there, there was a little old lady huddled in the corner, trying to get warm. She asked John what the matter was. John told her the whole story. For some reason, John could not help himself. He could not stop talking until he had told her everything.

“Cross my palm with silver and in the morning, you will walk to find new clothes waiting for you. Your ticket will be there as well and a limousine will pick you up in time for the ball. You will be the centre of attention. Now you can make all the right moves to get work you want. But you must be home by midnight”.

“Oh yeah, all right, the ladies a loony” John thought, “but I might as well humour her” John gave her a ten pence piece. She looked at it in disgust and left John pondering about his company once more.

Eventually John returned home, picked up even more bills and worried even more.  John had no option than to go to bed early. His electricity had been cut off and he had no gas. All he had was a few candles.

As he dropped off to sleep he started to feel strange. But John put it down to stress and fell fast asleep. He woke up next morning and had to urinate. He went to scratch himself and found he had lost his balls and prick. John shuddered. In the place of them was a pussy. John took off his pyjama top to find he had a magnificent pair of 36 DD breasts. His figure was that any female would die for.  He went to the toilet. It seemed strange having to sit to pee.

John turned on the shower. He might as well have a cold shower. But instead, the water was perfect. John showered and looked at all the lotions, potions and perfumes as well as make up scattered around the bathroom. John now had long flowing blonde hair. He was stunned. He was the shape of the perfect woman in his mind. But what had happened? It must have been the old lady.

The lights came back on in his flat. John just could not believe it. He slipped a satin bathrobe on and admired his new looks in his mirror. There was six hours to the ball. John must have slept in longer than he thought. It was now one in the afternoon.

John was snapped out of his dream by a knock on the door. She answered it. Two women and the old lady stood there. “Can we come in?” the old lady asked. John let them in.

“What have you done to me?” he asked. “I cannot do improvements to your ego; it would not let me so I changed you into this beautiful woman. Here is your ticket for the ball and these girls will help you to get ready. They will pamper you and give you a complete makeover. But don’t forget, you must be home by midnight” With that the old lady left. So what would happen if he didn’t get home as she told him? Not a lot could go wrong while he was like this.

The two women set about their task. Firstly they pierced his ears. John complained but thought that if it would get his business on its feet then he would not moan. Sometime later they inserted some sparkly drop earrings into the holes. John shook his head and was surprised the feeling he got as the rings shook and hit his head. “Normally we would have to wait for a few weeks, but we have been told these must go in for tonight.

The women asked her to disrobe. “We cannot call you John anymore. That is your old personality. How about Joanne?” one of the asked him. John said he liked the name and all through the beauty treatment, they called her Joanne. In the end, even he was thinking of herself as Joanne.  Without thinking, even his voice had become a soft and gentle feminine voice.

Hi nails were filed and painted with nail varnish. His toe nails were painted to match. What he could not understand is why, there she was stark naked with two beauticians working on her. Both fully dressed, and yet she was not embarrassed. She was making the most of showing off her body. If she had been in his male body and there were two men getting him ready he would be cringing with embarrassment. His hands covering his vital parts.

His legs were waxed. He had to stifle a scream as they gave him a Brazillian. But once they had removed all traces of unwanted body hair they started on her eyebrows. When they had completed trimming them, they painted them with mascara and showed her what they looked like. Joanne was very impressed.

A corset was wrapped around her waist and the laces pulled tight. “You can do it up a bit tighter” Joanne said. The reply came back that they had to let the corset settle in and would keep tightening the laces every fifteen minutes or so. But the first time it had to be left for thirty minutes.

Her breasts settled into the cups of the corset nicely. It was if it had been made to measure. Stockings were rolled up her legs and attached to the suspenders of the corset. Joanne stepped into a pair of very pale pink panties. These seemed rather expensive, but they did feel nice. Joanne decided she would go on wearing these when she got back to being John. “We put the panties on last so you can remove them easily in the ladies without having to take everything off” One of the women told him.

The corset pushed Joanne’s breasts up rather nicely. But the laces were pulled tighter after thirty minutes and every fifteen minutes after that. Joanne’s waist was reduced by two inches. Joanne could see in the mirror that she had the curviest figure possible. 

A pair of expensive high heeled shoes was put on her feet. Joanne had to walk up and down. To her amazement, her style of walk had changed into a feminine one and she managed the six inch heeled shoes with ease. But what they would be like after five hours at the ball would be another thing.

Joanne was ready for the makeup. She never realised how long it took to get everything put on, but eventually the women had finished with her. Joanne had a slight rouge tint to her cheeks, light powder and lipstick to match the nail polish, which in turn matched the red of the dress. Eye shadow and liner finished his eyes along with eyelash thickener. Then they got busy on her hair. It took them quite a while to style it into a nice bouffant style

The women took a long petticoat and Joanne stepped into it. Finally a long red flowing ball gown was produced and Joanne stepped into that as well. The women fussed until the dress was settled down properly. A stole was produced and a tiara was clipped into her hair. The women led Joanne down to the waiting car. She had never been compressed like this before and found it awkward, but she was reassured that she would get used to it in time. “Don’t forget to be home by midnight!” Joanne was told once more as she took the clutch bag from one of the women.

The chauffer stepped out from the limo. It was a women driver. She opened the door for Joanne and she stepped in and made herself comfortable. The woman closed the door and climbed into the driver’s seat. “Might I say you look fabulous ma’am” Joanne giggled to herself.  “Thank you” she replied.

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At the ball, everyone turned to look at Joanne. She was hit upon immediately by all the most powerful men in town. Joanne explained she ran her own company and wanted held. Without any hesitation, each of them offered their assistance. Joanne gave them all the details of her business. Mind you, each of them was looking at her breasts at the time they said it. Joanne found that amusing. “Poor simple fools. Little do they know. They are weaklings compared to me” she thought. 

But Joanne never watched the clock. The chimes of midnight started to ring. Joanne made excuses to use the toilet. As he looked in the mirror Joanne started to change back into John, but the clothes remained intact. He would be seen as a transvestite and he would be ruined. John started to cry.

The little old lady appeared. “I did warn you” John agreed and said he would do anything to put it back so he could go home and get changed. There was a thick swirling mist and Joanne stood there once more. “You silly old hag. I am having too much fun to go home now. It can wait” Joanne screamed at the old lady. “Oh dear. Don’t say you weren’t warned!”

Joanne eventually got a lift home. The two women helped Joanne undress, folded all the clothes up carefully and left Joanne. Joanne thought that by the morning, she would be John once more.

Joanne had a shock the next day. She was still a female. She hurriedly got dressed and went to find the bus shelter. When she got there, there were two policemen who arrested her. “Got you Sharon. Thought you were going to escape from the law did you?” Joanne tried to argue it was a mix up and she was not Sharon, but Joanne. “A likely tale. Never mind, we will sort it out at the prison”

Joanne was put into a police van and taken off to a high security women’s prison. She was ushered into an office. A woman sat with her back to her and the prison warders as they entered the office. “Right Sharon, you have had your last chance. It is solitary confinement for you from now on. And your sentence has been increased to the rest of your life”. The woman turned. It was the old lady. Joanne went to speak. “Silence” the woman told her, “I will be down to see you soon. Get her ready”

Joanne was dragged away and taken to a cell. When she was there, she was stripped and put into a straight jacket. A ball gag was put into her mouth and her legs strapped together.  The door was slammed shut and she was locked in alone. Would this be her treatment? Surely there was some mistake. Shown a mirror Joanne realised her face had changed and she was now a brunette.

A couple of hours went by when the old lady now the prison commandant stepped into her cell. “Well Sharon. I see you are not taking to your new surroundings very well are you. Don’t worry; you will be released into the main prison later, but I must warn you, there are some nasty beings out there who have done their best to get their huge strap ons into Sharon’s knickers. In case you are wondering, Sharon was the owner of one of the firms you busted. She came here and got into a fight and stabbed someone to death. She is my God daughter, so I arranged her revenge. The two women who dressed you were also the wives of men who you ruined.

You have swapped places with Sharon now joanne, so you had better get used to the name Sharon. I understand you are being called “Slut” by the inmates. You may get used and abused quite a lot, but if it keeps the majority happy, I shan’t interfere. You had better make the most of your new life behind bars. By the way, the company you have run has already got new orders and is picking up. I have transferred it into Joanne’s name so she and all the people you ruined can enjoy life while you have to languish here in prison for the rest of your life. I will be keeping a special watch on you so you don’t try to commit suicide. Have fun. I will send the other inmates in to release you soon. So brace yourself. You are trussed up like a turkey and are really not in a position to stop them. Joanne and the girls will be coming to se you at the end of the week. Just to thank you and let you know how lovely life outside the prison is. I am the only person who knows who yoiu really are. So you have no chance of getting out. Have a nice rest for now JOHN”. With that, she left and locked the door behind her leaving Sharon to await her fate.

 

22.06.10