Diana had written a note, in block letters to avoid handwriting analysis. It said “YOUR GENDER CURSE IS IMPRESSIVE. HAVE YOU EVER HEARD OF THE CURSE OF THE WHITE MAN FROM TOWN?” and was apparently a reference to a book I hadn’t read. This, she said, would be copied and slipped into every mailslot and under every door in the trailer park tonight, under cover of darkness, because apparently she was a ninja and could just do things like that.
“Tomorrow morning, they’ll all find the notes. Shortly after that, some friends of mine will show up.”
“What friends?” I asked, handing back the note.
“Oh, you know, the usual… Social Services, Health and Safety inspectors, tax auditors, maybe some police on a drug tip. It really depends on how many calls the two of us get done this afternoon.
“The two of you? What about me?”
Katlyn shook her head. “You’re done, for now,” she said, patting my hand. “You need to leave this part to us.”
“Yes,” Diana agreed. “In fact, you need to be very publicly not involved in any of this. Visible, noticeable. You need a solid alibi, because the tip-offs are the legal part of this. the breaking and entering, destruction of property, and light arson aren’t.”
“Arson??”
“Depends how we feel. You said they had a lot of cars. Maybe the tires get slashed, maybe the interiors get torched. Who knows? The important part is that you can’t be proven to be involved. Chris is going to call you. Go out with him.”
“How do you know he’s going to-”
“Shawn,” Diana said, cutting me off, “I know that you weren’t into love and commitment, but Chris is. He’s falling for you, and you just gave him your virginity. That’s pretty goddamn special, and the fact he isn’t calling right now is probably only because his friends are with him at this exact moment taking away his phone and telling him not to seem too needy.”
“Does nobody just deal with relationships themselves?” I asked, trying to imagine our scene with the genders reversed.
Katlyn scoffed. “Only jerks like you used to be, hun. Whatever you decide to do, you’re not that guy anymore. But you can be a better guy. Or a better girl. It’s up to you. Just give us the go-ahead, and we’ll do the rest.”
i looked from one woman to the other, then down at my hands. “Alright,” I said. “Do it. Even if it doesn’t work, I’ll have the satisfaction of seeing them regret messing with me.”
“Messing with us,” Katlyn corrected me.
Diana grinned. “This is gonna be fun.”
Author: WriterJim
[MF str8] Shawna: Roma Revenge – part X – Round two, fight.
Chris leaned over and kissed me, then slid off the bed and walked out to use the washroom. I spent a moment admiring him from behind, then laid back on my bed to bask in the afterglow.
I had had sex before. Lots of times. But it had never, ever been like that. Was that what it was like for a woman? Or was Chris just really, really good? I was consumed with a desire to call and interrogate Katlyn on the subject.
Resolving to pick her brain over lunch the next day, I rolled over and sat on the edge of the bed. I started to button my top back up, but the buttons that hadn’t flown off had ripped their holes. I felt my face get hot, remembering the sudden and forceful way Chris had exposed me.
I shrugged out of the ruins of my shirt and grabbed my panties off the floor, slipping into them. On a whim, I scooped Chris’s shirt off the bed as well. I was just pulling it over my head when Chris walked in the room behind me.
“Holy shit,” he said. “What happened?”
I froze. “What do you mean?”
He walked up behind me and ran his fingers over my back. “It looks like someone beat the hell out of you.”
“Oh!” I giggled. “I didn’t think there were any marks, I wasn’t sore at all. I’ll have to ask Kat about that.”
“Katlyn did this?”
“Yeah.” I turned, dropping the shirt over myself like a short dress, and put my hands on his chest. “She was helping me work through some things.”
Chris’s face changed quickly from concern to relief as he grasped the concept, then back to concern again. “Are you two involved?”
I scoffed. “No way, we just…” I thought about it a moment. I had been pretty damn “involved” with Kat, in hindsight. “I think we’re, like, those girly BFF types who lez out sometimes. And she’s into whips and leather. We’re not a couple. Why, are you jealous?”
Chris grinned, grabbing my hips and pulling me in close. He was still nude, and even limp I could feel the mass of him pressed against me. “Maybe a little. Jealous, curious, you know… the whole caveman deal. But hey, it’s not like you were a girlfriend cheating on me or something.”
I leaned my cheek against his chest. “Yeah. Me a girlfriend, that’d be a new one.”
“Really?” He stepped back a little and looked down at me. “I mean, you’d never had sex, sure… but you’ve never even dated anyone?”
“Not a man,” I admitted, technically sticking to the truth. “There’s been girls, but never anyone for very long.”
“So I’m the first man you’ve been with, even for a date?”
“Um… technically, yes.”
He chuckled. “I guess I better step up my game, then. I wouldn’t want to lose you to the other team, especially with Kat as my competition. She scares me.”
I grinned. “You haven’t seen her with a whip yet.”
[MF oral, str8] [MF oral] Shawna: Roma Revenge – Part IX – In Service of Desire
The two thugs in the back looked uncertain, and the leader scowled at me. “The Chovihani will not entertain your foolishness. Leave this place.”
I took a step toward him, getting ready to say something rude. He reached back, grasping some weapon he had behind himself. It looked like things were going to get ugly, but before either one of us could act, the flimsy screen door of the trailer behind him banged open.
“The Chovihani will see whomever she pleases,” said a voice from inside the trailer. It sounded like someone’s great grandmother, but the men all froze as if they were being scolded by a columbian druglord. “Come in. Leave your man behind. We will have words.”
Chris shot me a look that said he would push back if I wanted him to. I took a second to appreciate that; I hadn’t even told him why we were here, and yet he was willing to charge in for me. I shook my head, then took a step forward.
The three men stepped aside and I walked between them, climbing the three rotting wooden steps to the trailer’s entrance. I took a second to gather my wits, then stepped inside.
The door closed behind me, and I was immediately hit with the cloying scent of fried onions. I blinked, letting my eyes adjust to the dim light, and looked around.
I had expected something mysterious and ethnic when I walked into the witch’s home. What I got instead was the latest in dumpster chic: faded brown carpet, ugly floral wallpaper, and an orange sofa that looked like it should have been put out of its misery in the sixties.
An old woman was in the kitchen area, bent over the stove with her back to me. She was wearing sweatpants and a loose tee, and looked about three hundred years old. “Sit down, dear,” she said without turning around. “I’ll be with you in a second.”
I sat on the couch, which creaked in protest under my weight, and leaned back. “Do you know who I am?” I asked, watching the woman impatiently. I had an adrenalin rush going for this confrontation, and her laid-back attitude was ruining it.
“Of course I know who you are, Shawna,” she replied, moving her pan to a back burner and turning around. “I always recognize my own work.” She grinned, showing a set of surprisingly perfect teeth, and walked over toward me, sitting in an armchair that faced me couch. “Although I have to say, I’m impressed with the result. I had worried you would look mannish.”
I glared at her. “Change me back.”
“No.”
The blunt response gave me pause. I gathered myself and tried again. “This is ridiculous. I get it, I was an asshole, and I feel like shit for it. Now I need my body back, before I lose my job or go insane.”
She shrugged, crossing her arms. Her face was impassive, and behind the mask of matronly wrinkled skin sat a pair of eyes that were sharp with intelligence. “You took advantage of my granddaughter. Would you rather I told her father, and let him beat you to death? I believe you met him, outside.”
I rubbed my eyes in frustration. “Look, lady, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done what I did. It was wrong. But I don’t see how trying to get me raped a bunch of times is going to help solve that.”
She leaned forward. “Raped? Why would you say that?” she asked.
“Because it’s true!” I cried. “You gave me this… this body, and then you did something, shot me up with pheromones or some shit, and now any guy who spends more than a few minutes around me fucking attacks me!”
Lyubitshka frowned. “Maria!” she shouted. “I know you are back there!”
Maria stomped out of another room, looking pissed off. “You can’t tell me it was wrong! He deserved it!” She pointed at me. “There’s no way I was the only one!”
The old woman clapped her hands, producing a slapping sound so loud I had to wince. It instantly cowed Maria, who dropped her arm and took a step back. “Maria,” the old witch said, looking at me still, “are you saying you fucked with my curse?”
“I was only-”
“Maria. Did you fuck with my curse?”
“Yes, Grandmother.” She looked down.
“Do you not trust me to know what is appropriate?”
“I… I was angry. I’m sorry.” Maria seemed deflated and ashamed, like a little kid who had been caught stealing.
Lyubitshka sighed and shook her head. “That is regrettable. Shawna, I cannot help you. To undo Maria’s curse would be to undo my own as well.”
I stood up and stared down at her. “Then do that!” I demanded. “Make me who I was again!”
“I cannot.”
“Cannot, or will not?!”
“Both. Our honor demands that you suffer this fate. Do not worry about you old life. In time, the man who you were will fade from memory. You have all his credentials and important records, and even your family will greet you as a daughter, never questioning what happened to their son.”
“And the pheromones?”
“Well, a good man will not succumb to such base instincts,” she said, glaring at me. The statement was not lost; I had not been a good man. “In time, such a man will stop feeling the effects, as his mind shakes off the spell. Or he just gets used to it. Difficult to say. Anyway, that too will go away in time.”
“That’s something. How much time until men stop trying to jump me?”
“Well, it varies.” She grinned, flashing those disturbingly white teeth at me again. “For me, it was sometime after my hair went gray and my tits started to sag.”
I found it considerably less humorous. “Look, you’re going to reverse what you did. What both of you did. I’m not leaving here until you do.”
“Maria,” the old witch ordered, still never looking at her but instead keeping her eyes boring into me, “Go outside. Tell your father that I am finished speaking to my guest, and that she will be leaving now.”
I rolled my eyes. “Fine. I’m leaving. There’s no need to call daddy in to shove a girl out the door.”
I walked to the door, then stopped. “I was an asshole,” I said, not looking back at the women, “but you people are just sick.”
[MF oral] Shawna: Roma Revenge – Part VIII – Going downtown
I slept like a baby that night, awaking refreshed despite Katlyn’s ominous words. I was surprised to see myself in the mirror, grinning like an idiot. Apparently, I’d been carrying a lot of stress around since my change, because I’d never seen Shawna looking so happy. I’d never felt so good, either. It still felt like I’d just had a weight lifted from me, and my back wasn’t even sore from Kat’s treatment. I went into the office, light on me feet and greeting people as I walked by them.
Pam came by my office soon after I’d settled in. “Wow, Mary wasn’t lying,” she said, leaning against my doorframe. “You’re practically glowing this morning!”
I chuckled. “I guess I woke up on the right side of the bed.”
“And whose bed might that be?”
“Pam, you’re HR, shouldn’t you be telling me not to make that exact type of comment?”
She rolled her eyes. “Sure, whatever. Have you thought about my offer? You really brighten this place up, your work seems as solid as your brother’s, and let’s face it, we need more women around here!”
I tried not to think about the problems with that statement. Still, it would be a bad idea to burn my bridges. “Tell you what,” I told her, “I’m supposed to be gone after this week. Come Monday, if I’m still around, I’ll take the job.” Besides, I didn’t add, if I was still around Monday, then “Shawn” would need a new, more long-term reason to be absent.
“Deal,” Pam said eagerly. “I’ll put the paperwork together. You won’t regret it.”
[FF BDSM] Shawna: Roma Revenge – Part VII – A little tied up
I woke up the next morning with a pounding headache, tangled in my dress. I remembered kissing Chris goodnight in the cab, but it wasn’t until I was lathering up in the shower that I remembered the feelings of want and need during the ride, or how at home I felt resting in his arms. Then I remembered putting his dick in my mouth.
“Holy fuck,” I muttered, pinching the bridge of my nose and letting the water wash over me. “Two days as a woman, and I’m already a slut.”
But was I? I considered the evening in detail. At some point, I’d stopped worrying about keeping Chris interested in me for the sake of getting his help with my situation, or out of a need to pay him back for his kindnesses. I wasn’t sure when, but pretty early on I’d started having fun. Chris was charming and intelligent, and talking to him was fun and engaging.
I tried to think of the last date I’d been on that had been fun like that. Sure, I had a lot of “fun”, but that mostly consisted of finding a woman who was either drunk, desperate for attention, or just plain stupid, flashing her a smile, and taking her home to fuck her brains out. Talking for hours to someone romantically interested in me just didn’t happen in my old life.
Not old, I reminded myself. Suspended. Stolen. I was getting my body back, definitely. I had to. And sure, maybe things would be a little different. Maybe I’d look at some smarter women. But I would be me again, and long before I let this borrowed body change who I was.
I used more mouthwash than is usually wise and treated my hangover by choking down some coffee and toast, ignoring the minty aftertaste, then headed into the office. I’d realized that if I was going to keep my job, I’d need to get some things done in person. I’d sent messages ahead to HR letting them know I’d hired my “sister” as a personal assistant and that she would be coming up to get my files and sort things out.