I’ve never been so humiliated in all my life. The ass kicking of a life time, delivered by a girl who couldn’t have weighed more than 140 lbs. I’m a guy who stood tall at 6’2 and outweighed her by over 100 lbs, and much to my embarrassment, that fucking bitch Laura had easily beaten me up. But I guess that would be expected with her having recently gained the size advantage.
Laura was a coworker who made my life hell. She tormented me at work, setting me up for failure, being rude and cunty at every encounter, and finally after a few years of abuse had gone to HR and falsely told them I had sexually harassed her. Being an attractive woman who had always flirted with management, the company quickly sided with her and fired me. My life depended on that job, and losing it was going to bring some hard times. I was ruined. All thanks to this terrible woman who had treated me like shit, then lied to ruin my reputation and get me fired.I cleared out my desk and went home to my apartment. After stewing for a couple hours, I decided to try and go drown some of my sorrows at the bar at the end of my street. A few hours and many drinks later, I was good and drunk, but my anger towards Laura was only growing. I wanted to get even with her so bad.
I looked up from the bar and caught the eyes of the source of all my troubles. She was with a group the opposite end of the bar. Making eye contact, she winked at me and gave me a quick gloating smile, pausing only for a moment before going back to the conversation she was in.
I saw red. My head felt like it was gunna explode. I walked straight out of the bar as quickly as I could, before even paying my tab. I was trying to get home before I did something I would regret later. I would never dream of hitting a woman, but here was this person who had done such horrible things to me, ruin my life and rub it in after. All I wanted was to hurt this person. I wanted retribution. But I refused to put my hands Laura, retaining my morals to never hit a girl, regardless of how much I wanted to wipe that smile off her face with my fist.
While I was storming down the street, I came around the corner of an alley and nearly stumbled into an old homeless woman. At least she looked like a homeless woman but was far cleaner than any I had ever seen, despite the outfit she was in. Sensing Immediately my fury, she said “Shhhh child, calm down. Its not good to be that angry.”
“How could I not be? This woman from work ruined my life!” I yelled. “If she wasn’t a woman I would walk right over there and kick the shit out of Laura. Give her exactly what she deserves for doing this to me.”
The old woman replied, “I can make it so you wouldn’t have to worry about that. You seem like a good man and would never hit a woman, but I can make the conditions a fair fight, and you wouldn’t have to worry about hitting a woman. However, I must warn you, its not right to give into your desire for revenge. Its better to walk away, revenge is an ugly emotion.”
Not even thinking I said, “Who gives a shit about an ugly emotion? I don’t know how, but if you gave me a fair fight with Laura, I would knock her on her ass and give her what she deserves.”
“Very well” the elderly woman said. And slipping out of her sleeve came a.. uuuhh… wand? With a quick shake of her hand, there was an explosion of light briefly blinding me, but when my vision returned, the old woman had disappeared. Pretty weird. But not as weird as what I saw when I looked down.
It took me a second to aline my brain with what my eyes were telling me was my body. I had kinda been dressed like a slob at the bar, just being there to get fucked up. Things had changed. I now had on some winter leather boots, leggings, and a black fur coat, the only item actually keeping me warm on this cold winter night.
Reaching up I could feel 2 breasts under the plush fur of the coat. “HOLY SHIT! I’M A WOMAN?” I thought to my self. I found a purse hanging at my side and looked in it. I found license inside.
A cute face that I assumed was now owned be me was on it, but everything else on it was different. There was a female name and details, the only thing remaining the same being my address. As much of a shocking change all this was, my anger never left my head, and after it sunk in that I now was a full fledged woman, I could finally take out my anger on Laura. If we were now both woman, I don’t see any problem with me throwing some hands at this rotten bitch.
I u-turned back to the bar, and as I was approaching, I saw Laura leaving by herself walking the opposite direction away from me. I jogged behind her to close the gap of about 30 yards between us. I was finally gunna be able to get even.
It took a little bit longer to cover the distance between us then I thought it should, but I still didn’t realize an important detail I probably would have like to been aware of before fighting Laura.
“What’s up now you fucking cunt?” I screamed at Laura. She turned around right as I got to her. With perfect timing on her turn, I stepped into the punch I’ve been waiting so long to throw. I balled up my fist and with all my strength threw it at Laura’s evil face. But a split second before it landed, the detail I hadn’t realized sharply came into focus. Right before I made contact I thought, “Am I not gunna reach her face? I’m like half a foot taller than her, how could I possibly not reach her face?”
And that’s when it clicked. I was usually half a foot taller than her. That was not so with the new, girl me. Laura was 5’7. And judging from how my punch only reached her shoulder, I just realized that I was now much less than that. And what might have been worse than only hitting her in the shoulder, was the fact that I threw the punch like the uncoordinated little woman I now was. It had no strength behind it, only tapping her enough to get her attention.
Now standing right next to Laura, I noticed how far up I was looking to see her eyes. Wait a minute it said height on that license in my purse right? I was so caught up with everything else I glazed over where it had said my new size was 4’11, 98 lbs. Regardless of how much she deserved the ass kicking I was about to give her, I had just picked a fight with someone 8 inches taller than me and weighed like 50% more than me. Entering my head came a thought of “Maybe this was a mistake.”
Shrugging off my love tap, Laura said, “ What the fuck you little slut?!? Did you just try to hit me? I’ll fucking kill you bitch!”
The now much larger woman grabbed me by the throat with one hand and punched me square in the nose with her other. Then she kept on punching, and punching. I tried putting my hands up to stop it, but being so much bigger, Laura easily overpowered me and did as she pleased. This girl was giving me the ass kicking of a lifetime. The larger woman then took one hand and shoved it down to my crotch. Through my leggings, Laura’s fingers founds my new vagina. She grabbed hard, her fingers working there way inside me. Then with the hand up my new slit, she effortlessly lifted me up in the air! A regular size woman had just lifted me in the air by my vagina like it was nothing. She then pinned my back against the wall, still holding me up in the air by my crotch, high enough to be eye level with her. She then head-butted me and let me fall to the ground. After kicking me a few times while I was on the ground she began to laugh and walk away. I laid there in a heap of pain. My petite body in pain from the curls on top of my head, to my new tiny toes. I was bleeding, and was catching my breath after getting absolutely dominated like that.
I could still hear Laura’s laughter, but now a second voice joined her. Still crawling on the street, I looked up to see Laura and the old woman from before laughing together at me.
“We warned you,” the old woman said. “I told you to forgo you’re revenge, to go the way of peace. But you choose revenge. You were so blinded by it that you didn’t realize you’re now so tiny, its not a fair fight because you stood no chance.”
“This is my grandmother, she’s a witch. She enjoys the way I torture you. After thinking what else we our next could do to you after ruining your life, we figured we could also turn you into a pipsqueek of a girl, and get yourself beat up. But we’re kinda out of ideas on how to fuck with you anymore. We’re onto find the next poor soul who’s about to have his life fall part. Good luck with the rest of your girl life, you stupid little cunt.” And with that, Laura ad her witch grandmother walked away, leaving me laying in the street.
After a few minutes, I gathered enough strength to get to my feet and start walking home. And that’s where I find myself here. Humiliated. Walking down the street as a jobless woman, a 4’11 shrimp who just got rag dolled by chick. The blood on my face started to mix with tears, as the pain, embarrassment, and to my shame, new female emotions all bubbled up.
It was a short walk home but every step of the way, I could feel my new tits and jiggly plump butt bounce. I got threw my door and I saw my apartment had been refurbished to fit the new female me. It hit me how real this was as I looked into a mirror in the entry way. Even through it was swelling and bleeding, I could tell the new me had a pretty face, I just might have to heal to see it.
Staring at the mirror, I took it in that this was apparently me now. A tiny little woman standing there in her plush fur coat, her making running together with the tears and blood. I felt like more of a mess than ever, and seeing myself in this rough shape, and as a tiny scarred girl. If Laura could beat me up, pretty much anyone could now. I balled my eyes out crying til I fell asleep. Fearing my new life as a tiny weak woman. I shouldn’t have gone for my revenge. I should have just walked away, should have let it go. Now I'm stuck like this for good.
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