Paying my debt

There’s nothing more dangerous than the fever. The gambling addiction. It consumes you. It becomes an obsessions. That hellish machine does not stop at your money. It wants your blood, every fiber of your being. And it makes you do very stupid things.


I have no clue to how much my debt with the casino now amounts to. I lost count of how many dollars I put into the slot machine long before I had been taken to the boss’s office. Of course there was no way I could have repaid such a sum. I was in a very bad predicament. But I couldn’t possibly imagine how bad it actually was going to get.


I mean sure, it could be worse. I expected them to break my legs or god knows what else, like in the movies. Being turned into a woman and being forced to work a waitress at the casino doesn’t seem that bad in comparison.


It has been a lot to get used to though. The hair, the makeup, all the urges of my new body. The worst part probably is to have to wear this ridiculous bunny outfit. It is so uncomfortable, and I feel so humiliated wearing it. But the dress code is very strict, and if I want to get paid I have to comply. I have no idea for how much longer I will be stuck like this before I will have repaid my debt and gone back to being a man. And of course the fever doesn’t help.


Sure, I get paid a pretty good salary by working my ass off here. The problem is that most of that salary doesn’t go repaying my debt. Instead I constantly find myself putting every dime I earn in that fucking slot. If I get a jackpot I could repay all my debt and go back to my old life, but that hellish machine doesn’t want me to win! But I must win eventually. I have to! Otherwise I will be stuck like this for god knows how long!


My shift is now over, but I can’t go back to my apartment just yet. No, first I have to go to the boss office for a… “private service”. Yeah, being a waitress sucks, but having to suck dicks and get fucked to raise some cash is infinitely worse. But it pays well, and god knows how much I need that money.


There’s nothing more dangerous than the fever. It ruined my life. And I still can’t get rid of it.

Backfire

Requested by marilin Salazar :)

<<All right, I hope I am not forgetting anything. Thank you for helping me with the luggage Martin. With your dad not here I don’t know how I would have managed without you.>>

<<No problem Christine.>>

<<Martin! I told you already a thousand time! You don’t have to be so cold and formal with me. You can call me Christy like your dad does. Or even mom if you wish.>>

<<…I’ll keep that in mind.>>

<<…Well, I really should go now, or I risk losing my flight. Have fun while on summer camp. It’s a shame your dad will be alone here while I’m on a trip and you on vacation, but thankfully I will be back soon. He can manage for one week I think. Say hi to him from me when you see it.>>

<<I’ll do. Bye Christine.>>

<<*Sigh* Bye Martin.>>

Before getting on her taxi, Christine gave Martin a warm kiss on the cheek. Martin pulled back annoyed and scrubbed his cheek in a very childish way, and looked at the taxi heading off, finally taking that woman way from him. No matter what she did, she always managed to make him so angry! Hell, he was angry she made him angry! At least now she was going away, and if he did things the right way, she would have been gone for good. Now that he was alone in the house he could put his master plan in action, and get rid of that woman forever. How dared she asking him to call her mom?! She was not worthy of it, nor she was worthy of his dad! He hated her, and hated how she was slowly driving his father away from him. But things were about to change, and when she would have come back from her trip she would have found her partner not wanting to even talk to her.

He headed straight to his father’s room, and started rummaging through the drawer where Christine kept her things. He felt like such a creep looking at that collection of panties and bras, but for his plan to work he needed some of her clothes. He took out a bra. It was huge. Like, really huge. Christine sure was a very well-endowed woman. Her curves were just breathtaking, almost to the point of being excessive, and as awkward as it was he had to admit that he could not bring himself to take his eyes away from her bosom when he saw her. Just another reason to hate her even more. His mom was such a petite woman, the polar opposite of Christine, and he could not understand what got into his dad to decide to start dating a woman like her.

He placed the bra on the bed, and took out the Medallion from his pocket. He looked at it transfixed, and a shiver went down his spine. He knew that was the thing to do, but it was just so scary. The power that artifact held was just incredible, and if used the right way it would have made him get all he wanted. However he could not help but be unsettled by it. Messing with magic could be dangerous, and most of all the thought of what he was about to do was just too disturbing. But he had no choice. With the Medallion held tight in his hand he reached for the bra with his free hand. As soon as he touched it, he felt like something stung the back of his head, and his body started to tingle. The first thing he noticed were his hair starting to itch, and as he reached for them with his hand he felt them getting long in his hand, until they grew past his shoulders and turned a shade of blonde. He then realized that he was getting shorter, and felt his facial features staring to rearrange themselves into a different visage, and as he looked at his arms he saw them become slim and his body hair disappear. Suddenly his hips swayed outwards and his butt became large and soft, and just as abruptly two large breasts appeared on his chest, and as he yelped for the surprise he realized that his voice had changed as well into Christine’s high pitched and infuriating tone. Finally the tingling sensation went down to his groin, and he felt his dick shrink and disappear inside his crotch. The changes finally stopped, and he looked down at his transformed body, only to find his new huge bosom obstructing his view and going up and down with every upset breathe he was taking. He turned around towards the mirror, and jolted in surprise as he saw Christine right in front of him. It had worked. The Medallion of Zulo had worked its magic, and he had just transformed into a clone of Christine just like he had planned. He should have been thrilled, but he was simply way too unsettled by that sight to feel anything but a sense of confusion.

It took him a couple of seconds before he could snap out of that state of dazedness, and then he felt resolute once again, determined to make his plan work. He took out other clothes from the drawer, and started to get dressed in them, trying his best to not touch his new curves, which turned out to be a lot harder than he imagined, since they were so cumbersome and bulky that it was basically impossible for him to move without accidentally touching them. He struggled a lot with the bra, trying his best to clasp it behind his back, and when he finally managed to do so his newly acquired tits looked even perkier and awkward. It was unsettling enough to now have breasts, but to have such big puppies hanging form his chest was just way too much. Plus the bra felt very uncomfortable, and it itched so much he just wanted to take it off. He was at least glad that the panties he put on felt much better, and it was almost pleasant to not have anything between his legs getting in his way, and the feeling of a flat crotch although alien was pretty enticing. He decided to wear pants, since a skirt or a dress would have felt just too weird, but he soon regretted it, since he struggled to even put them on due to his wide hips. Finally he put on a blouse and slipped inside a pair of heels. They were very uncomfortable, and it hurt to even take a few steps, but Christine wore nothing but heels all the time, even at home, and if he wanted to put on a good act, he had to do his best to look and sound exactly like she would have.

The result he saw in the mirror was satisfying enough, and although he still was quite weirded out by his new reflection, he could not help but smirk maliciously, and even strike a cute pose. He was positive his plan would have worked. Now that he had turned into a copy of Christine, and that he had a whole week before the real one would have come home, he finally had the chance to put on end to her relationship with his dad. It would have been pretty unsettling to pretend to be Christine, and he had considered the possibility to turn into his dad and make him leave her. He even used the Medallion to turn into him and call the camping to cancel his staying there, but he figured out it would have been quite hard to make the plan work without risking to stumble into his real dad, and most importantly of all it would have been quite useless to pretend that he was leaving that woman if as soon as he would have found out that she was pissed at him he would have run back to her. He needed to really make him mad at her, so mad that he would not have accepted any explanation from the real Christine. He still did not quite know how, but he had time to figure out a way. The most important thing at the moment was to do his best to get used to his new body as soon as possible in order to put on a convincing act, which would have not been that easy.

It was just so awkward! He needed to clear his mind, and whenever he was upset, drinking his favorite energy drink would always help him calm down. Plus Christine hated those drinks, which meant that for the next few days he should not have been caught drinking one, so it was better to have one right away before his dad would have arrived home. He wobbled on his heels to the fridge, took out a can, and chugged it down avidly. The energy rush that immediately got to the back of his head immediately made him feel much better. However soon he started to feel strange. His head started to spin, and his legs felt weak, so much so that he had to hold on to the counter in order to not fall to the ground. However it was no use. He felt his mind float, and he fainted. Martin should have been more careful while planning. He had such a low opinion of Christine that he did not expect she would have found his recent behavior suspicious, and that she would have caught him using the Medallion, and figured out what he had in mind. Nor did he expect she would have come up with a way to get back at him and make him pay for his schemes.

Martin was woken up by his concerned dad. He felt dazed, and confused, and his limbs were still numb. His father helped him rise up, asking worried what had happened, but Martin did not remember. Everything felt just so weird. He could not even tell who he was, and his dad’s words were echoing in his head making him even more confused. <<Christy! Christy what happened!? Are you all right?!>>. Christy… he looked down at himself, seeing his huge breasts go up and down with every breathe, and then looked at that man, and suddenly something snapped in his head. “Of course! I’m Christine! I must have passed away for some reason…”. The couple tried to figure out what had happened for a while. Maybe she felt weak because of the hot weather, and Martin must have left earlier for summer camp, so nobody was there to help her. Well, by the time her partner got home she had already lost her flight, and it was better for her to avoid going on a trip if she felt that sick anyway. Christine was glad of that. She had been looking forward to that trip for a while by that point, but for some reason she kept feeling like she should have stayed there, like there was something she had to do, even though she could not quite put her fingers over it. She was sure it would have come back to her mind eventually. For now the important thing was that she had two whole weeks to spend alone with her partners before that pesky kid would have been back from summer camp. It would have been great.

The real Christine was sitting on the plane, and smirked to herself as she thought about what was going on back at home. The drug she had put in Martin’s energy drink was guaranteed to mess up with him mind, and she could not help but wonder what he would have ended up doing while impersonating her. It was risky to leave him alone with her partner as basically a clone of her, but it was just so much fun to imagine what would have happened while she was away. However things would have gone, it was going to be a nice lesson for that pest, and he would have learned to not mess with her.

Servitude

Well, guess I got what I deserved. Being the master of the house and the one with the money is no reason to be an asshole. Ok, I learned my lesson. I regret having mistreated my maid Maria as I did.

I also regret having demanded for her to always wear heels as part of her uniform. What can I say, I just love how they push her ass up and make it look round and firm. I should have listened to her complaints, it really is difficult to walk around the house and do the chores while wearing these. They hurt so much after a short while.

I get it, a lot of things are going change after I get back to my body. I will be kinder and more considerate, and I will listen to my servant’s requests more. I’m also willing to endure my punishment as long as she deems it necessary. Literally walking in her shoes is really helping me understand her viewpoint.

I just wish she told me about her affair with Pablo, the gardener. Have they really been getting it on in my house for so long without me even noticing it? This is going a little bit too far I think, but I will let it slide. Everything to put an end to my punishment. But do I really have to do all that she would do? Is it not enough that I have been turned into the servant and that she gets to boss me around the whole day? Do I really also have to bend over and take it all like an obedient little whore?

I guess this is not all that bad actually. It definitely is much more pleasurable and much more fun than keeping the house tidy and clean. Who says I can’t take a little bit of enjoyment out of my punishment after all? Oh yes Pablo! Yes! Fuck me! Fuck me hard!

Robbed

<<Well, here we are Natalie. Come on now! Get off the car!>>

<<Wait! You can’t actually leave me here like this!>>

<<I can and I will. Listen, you’ve done nothing but complaining for the whole trip. I’ve already told you, you’re stuck like this. Consider it as some sort of karma punishment. You were the one who took advantage of a poor girl forced to sell her body on the streets to make end means in the first place. That wasn’t nice of you at all. Perhaps experiencing life from the other side will do you good.>>

<<W… Wait! Please! I… I will do anything. I’ll give you anything you want. Just give me back my body!>>

<<Oh silly girl. I already have everything that’s yours. I have your body, your car, your money, your house… your life. It will take me a while to get used to being a man, but I think that being loaded with cash as you are will help me swallow the pill. You on the other hand will have something else to swallow, and in great quantities too.>>

<<This can’t be! This must be a nightmare!>>

<<It’s real sweety. It is painfully real. You are a prostitute now. And you are stuck like that. Well, unless you will be able to find some other way to live. You’re smart, I’m sure you will think of something. Selling your body will be only a temporary thing, I’m sure. Just beware of your pimp. He can get really quick to violence when he’s nervous. You will have to make him enough money I’m afraid.>>

<<P… Please! Don’t leave me here!>>

<<Enough with the whining already! Hurry up and slip into that skirt. You don’t want to just go around like that. You’re a whore now, sure, but at least try to be a little bit presentable. Don’t forget, your name is Ania, but for the clients you’re Natalie. Have fun with your new body and… good luck. Goodbye forever!>>

A change of heart

<<So what do you think guys? Are you enjoying it?>>
<<Ffffuck! This bitch sure is great at sucking!>>
<<Just hurry up and finish man! We’re waiting for our turn here!>>
<<Fuck you, I’ll take how much I want!>>
<<Now calm down guys. You don’t have to argue. Tamicka here has time for all of you. She will never get tired of it. Right Tamicka?>>
<<Mmmmmm…>>
<<I hope she will change your mind about black women. Why being racist after all? You’re only going to miss on such amazing beauties.>>
<<Yeah… I have to admit I already feel more tolerant if you know what I mean.>>
<<Yeah. It’s a shame Richard isn’t here to enjoy this as well.>>
<<Fuck Richard! Fuck him to hell! I should have never listened to his racist rants. Plus if he was here he would have never allowed this. He wouldn’t even touch a black woman.>>
<<Yeah I’ve heard of your leader. He was… I mean, he is really a despicable asshole. Don’t worry for him. I’m sure he will have a change of heart too eventually. Maybe he just needs some… educational experience. He’s going to be fine. Now smile for the camera Tamicka. Give me one of your slutty looks. Boy, you sure seem to be enjoying this! Perhaps we can make this a permanent thing. Keep going girl. Your old… I mean, new friends are waiting. You have the power to persuade some really bad guys into becoming better people. It is your duty to do so. Believe me, I know how fulfilling that feels.>>

Cinderella

I learned to keep my mouth shut a little too late. In my defense I had no idea that my girlfriend hid her magical powers from me for all the time we’ve been together. And I learned that magic is real and how vengeful witches can get the hard way.

It was a Friday night. We would normally have hanged out somewhere, but she had recently discovered that as a kid I avoided watching most of Disney movies since I thought that they were stuff for girls, with all the princesses and true love kisses and everything, and she was not going to let that slide. In the past weeks she basically forced me to sit down and watch with her all the animated Disney canon, and that night we were going to watch her favorite one: Cinderella. I’m not going to lie, as I finally watched all of those movies for the most part I found them charming and fun, and I finally understood their appeal. But that one was just so boring and dull. I swear I could have fallen asleep halfway through.

<<Seriously, what’s there to like in this borefest?>>

<<It’s the ultimate wish fulfillment fantasy honey. It teaches you that as long as you work hard and have a kind heart all your dreams will eventually come true.>>

<<But it’s so dull and uninteresting. The protagonist especially. She’s just a plain and passive songbird. Why doesn’t she just run away from that house and escape all of that abuse?>>

<<It’s not that simple. She was kept in that house for basically her whole life, and the stepmother had plenty of time to brainwash her and make her think she’s supposed to feel guilty and serve her family. You would probably be just as passive if you had gone through all those years of abuse.>>

<<But she’s just so dull!>>

<<No she isn’t! You are supposed to feel her pain and understand her frustration, and then cheer for her when things go right because she’s allowed you to see her most fragile moments. You must relate and connect to her!>>

<<Well, I’m sorry, I just can’t! This movie is crap!>>

<<I’m getting really fed up with you talking shit about my favorite movie as a child! You either take everything back right now or you’re going to regret what you said!>>

Now, I know that I should have done exactly as she said and take it all back, but I was just so arrogant and so convinced of what I said that I held my ground. And just as she said, I soon regretted doing so.

<<Since it is so difficult for you to relate to her, maybe you should just have a taste of what it’s like to be abused and treated like a servant.>>

That’s when she casted her curse upon me. And now here I am. On all four, dressed in my new uniform, wiping the floor. Not only did she turn me into a woman. She turned me into her personal maid and servant. Now all I do for the whole day since the moment I wake up is tidy up the house, keep it clean, wash the dishes, do the laundry, and cook, and wipe, and mop, and polish. It is driving me insane.

Oh how I wish a kind fairy godmother would appear in front of me to give me my dream night to the ball and allow me to get some relief from this new life of mine. Hell, I would gladly even take a prince charming sweeping me off my feet and taking me to his castle to live happily ever after. Everything but this! But instead all I have is this hunk fucking me roughly and regularly several time through my day. She didn’t sugar coated my tale of abuse at all. She meant it quite literally when she said I would have experienced how damaging abuse can be. All I can do is hope she will soon decide that I’ve been punished enough and that she will give me my happy ending. But judging by how happy she is to have her personal servant, and by how she seems to enjoy seeing me getting fucked into submission, I’m afraid that that is going to take a while still. Why don’t I ever shut up?