Author Topic: The Bargain (Read 32049 times)

jamiep · « **Reply #7 on:** October 20, 2006, 11:28:41 PM »

The Bargain - Part 8

Menstrual cycle. What else will go wrong today, Paul thought.

“Dammit!” fretted Paul as he went to the bathroom to clean up. This was certainly a new experience for him, and for sure, he wasn’t sure how he would deal with the situation. But he had to, and soon. There was no way he could go out, bleeding like he was. And for some reason known only to Mr. Thaddeus Black, Paul had what one might call a “heavy flow.”

Paul went to his closet to see what absorbent items he had on hand. He rummaged through the closet and discovered all he had left were a bunch of Depends Overnights. Nothing else? Had he run through all the “pull up” pants he bought? Nothing left but these diapers? You mean I have to wear diapers just to go out in public? I mean, it’s one thing to want to do it because it’s a fetish kind of thing, but to have to because you’re menstruating, well, that’s another. Again, Paul almost laughed at the irony of it all. He almost decided to go “on the rag” as it were, but wasn’t quite sure how that would work either. And it wasn’t like he had a lot of personal experience with his own period.

“Shit! What the hell am I going to do?”

Not being able to think of any other way, Paul laid down on his bed and taped himself into a diaper. It was quite large on his body now and he did the best he could, but at least he could still go out and about for a time. The first order of business was to take care of the menstrual flow. How do women do it? Paul had heard about tampons, pads, seen the commercials, stuff like that. But never in his fantasy fulfillment nights had he even approached womanhood. He always played the part of a toddler girl, never a woman. He had only hoped to grow up as one, never become one instantaneously. Oh sure, he might wear the occasional bra or a pair of panties, but only to complete a feminine look, not a crossdresser look. That was different, he concluded. So, this part of being a woman was very foreign to him. And to whom could he go for help? No one. So this would just have be a trial and error kind of thing.

Diapered and protected for a while, Paul set out to finish dressing himself as a her as best he could. He put on his bra, but since it was a 40B, it really didn’t fit too well and was pretty loose. Then he tried on several shirts until he found a black polo shirt that kind of draped his body in a way that wasn’t too revealing. But the hardest part was the pants. Everything he tried on was so baggy that even with a belt pulled to the last notch, they still tended to droop off all the time. He finally used some twine he found in one of the kitchen drawers. He couldn’t even remember where he had gotten the twine before or why he even had it in the apartment.

Paul looked at himself in the mirror and began to laugh at himself. He really was a ridiculous site. He looked, in his words, very frumpy - nothing fit - nothing! He couldn’t go out like this. And as far as he remembered, period last at least a week. No way could he last a week in diapers. At home was one thing, but not at work.

“Work? Ohmigosh! What am I going to do about work,” he thought. “I can’t go like this!”

Paul had summoned up enough courage to at least walk across the street to the grocery store. He found the feminine hygiene aisle, looked over several packages of tampons and pads, and decided to go all the way and got a large variety pack of tampons. There were several kinds for light flow, medium flow, and heavy flow and Paul figured he might as well learn. He also found some packages of panties for sale, calculated the right size, and bought some plain white cotton briefs - the only style available in this grocery store.

He got back to his apartment, read over the package of tampons and the instructions, removed the diaper, and inserted his first tampon. After checking it a bit, he washed up a little, put on a fresh pair of panties that fit a little better than his larger ones he wore as his toddler girl persona, and decided it wasn’t so bad after all. Id he was going out again, however, he should take a few tampons with just to be safe. He didn’t know how he knew, but he felt having some extras just might be necessary.

The rest of Paul’s day went by in a blur. He traveled to several stores and being frugal, he managed to find and buy some lingerie items, a couple pairs of pants, one pair of shoes, and his first dress which he enjoyed trying on in the fitting room. As a man, he always managed to buy off the rack, and usually without even trying things on. But as a woman, he found he enjoyed trying on clothes, so he spent a good hour or so trying on skirts,dresses, and even had the saleslady professionally fit his new, lace bra that came with matching panties. She did get a good laugh at the bra he was wearing.

“A 40B?” she asked, “Where did you get fitted for a 40B.”

“A store this girl won’t ever go for her lingerie again,” Paul replied with a giggle.

When Paul arrived back in his apartment that evening, he again tried on all of his new wardrobe and modeled for himself in front of his mirror. He charged a little more than $400 on the Visa card, but it was worth every penny. Paul thought he had never had so much fun in all his life.

“You are one sweet looking bitch,” he sang to himself as he modeled his new pink chemise, “one sweet hot mama!”

“Couldn’t agree with you more,” said a voice from behind Paul.

Paul spun around and saw the man he had forgotten about - Mr. Thaddeus Black.

jamiep · « **Reply #8 on:** October 21, 2006, 12:39:40 PM »

The Bargain - Part 9

Stunned, Paul could not speak right away.

“Cat got your tongue?” asked Black.

“No, I just didn’t expect to see you.”

“Well, I was in the neighborhood. How was your day.”

“Well, not bad,” Paul replied as he turned back to the mirror. “Oh, and by the way, thanks for the period.”

“Well, you wanted to know what it was like to be a woman. Thought you might like the whole nine yards.”

“Oh yeah, very nice, very nice indeed. Look pal, I didn’t bargain...”

“For what? Didn’t bargain for womanhood? Look at the contract, my friend.”

“Don’t call me your friend.”

“No? We’ll see in 30 days who’s a friend and who’s an enemy.”

“I just wanted to be a.”

“A woman? You are. Did you think you wouldn’t, or couldn’t experience everything?”

“But a period? On day one?”

“Why not? Might as well get used to doing it all.”

“Well, thanks for nothing. Oh, and thanks for leaving the voice. Nice touch, too.”

“Oh, sorry about that,” and Mr. Black clapped his hand, more flash, more smoke.

“Look, (ahem) I....(ahem)....I...,” Paul began, but now his voice was much different. As he cleared his throat and continued to talk, this was a purely feminine voice. “Oh..I.oh, that’s much better.”

“All part of the service. Now, the night is young. Where shall we go?”

“Go?”

“You know, out, on the town. Dinner, dancing, fun! I know all the hot spots. Be happy to show you a round.”

“But...”

“Look, you’re kind of new here and I’m an old hand at this sort of thing. I taught Casanova. Sort of....No, wait, that was Caligula.”

“I don’t know. The last time I trusted you.”

“Everyone makes a mistake. Come on. It’ll be fun.”

“Well..”

And with another pyrotechnic show, Pauline stood there in a sensuous strapless black evening dress that stopped just short of her knees and really showed off her sexy body - every inch of it - and left nothing to the imagination. As Pauline examined herself, she also was wearing a strapless push-up bra and matching thong panties. In his hand was a small, black velvet purse. Pauline looked inside and there were the usual things - keys, small wallet with identification - Pauline this time - money, credit cards, brush, and an assortment of cosmetics. Puzzled, he looked at Mr. Black.

“Well, when you go with Thaddeus Black, you go in style. Oh, and I think your period is over. I hope you don’t mind.”

“No, I, uh.”

“You do have a way with words.”

Mr. Black offered his arm. Pauline took it, smiled and in a flash found herself alongside Mr. Black in a very swanky night club. They were in the middle of the dance floor swinging and swaying to the rhythm of the hot music. Pauline found herself swept up in the night of fun. They dined, they drank, and they dance. Pauline had never enjoyed herself as much as a man. She felt warm, she felt appreciated, she felt sexy - hot sexy. Throughout the night, she danced with many men, all at Mr. Black’s encouragement. And she enjoyed every minute of it.

At the end of the evening, Pauline was swept home by Mr. Black. After he disappeared, she relived the moments of the evening, the enjoyment she had, the dancing, and the drinking. In fact, she could not remember ever having so much to drink. All of a sudden, her head was spinning like a top. The liquor was finally having its full effect.

She made her way to her bedroom, kicked off her shoes, took off the dress, and put on a very skimpy sheer red babydoll nightie she was going to save for a special occasion. She figured her first night out as a woman and the fun, the sexy fun she had was occasion enough. She laid down on the bed, content with herself and was almost asleep.

“Well hello,” said a voice at her bedroom door.

Pauline jumped up with a start. Here was a man she had never seen before standing at her bedroom doorway.

“You gave me your apartment key and asked me to come up sometime, remember?”

Too stunned for words, Pauline fumbled for her robe to cover herself. Even through her drunken stupor, Pauline recognized the man from the nightclub earlier in the evening. As he approached Pauline, she could see he was obviously drunk, but determined.

“You said we could get it on later. Well, here I am, rough and ready.”

Pauline, too scared for words, too drunk for action, and too weak to fight back, realized this man wanted her, and wanted her in the worst way.

It would soon be a night to remember.

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jamiep · « **Reply #9 on:** October 22, 2006, 05:24:57 PM »

The Bargain - Part 10

Pauline, even through a drunken state, could sense danger approaching. She had met this man in the nightclub. Then, another man appeared behind the first. Both were about twice her size, both had athletic builds, and both were obviously there for more than a nightcap.

“I’m Mike, and this is my roommate,” said Mike. “We just call him Turk.”

“Look, fellas,” replied Pauline, “I’ve had a long day. It was nice to meet you, but I think I would just rather get a good night’s sleep. Can I take a rain check?”

“Well, we’d like to,” said Turk in a rather soft and somewhat menacing way, “but, you see, were have to leave town tomorrow. Business. What do you say to some loving right now.”

He began to advance on Pauline who pushed him away. Mike was in-between Pauline and the relative safety of outside the door.

“I like your apartment,” said Mike. “You’ve got a nice, quiet place here. Tell me - is it soundproof?”

Mike and Turk began to advance on Pauline rather quickly cutting off all attempts to escape.

“No,” said Pauline, “You could probably hear a fly fart these walls are so thin.”

“Funny, I don’t hear your neighbors,” said Turk. “Are they always this quiet?”

“Well, yes, at 3:00 AM. Look, it was a blast at the club, but I’ve got to get up for church in the morning, so if you don’t mind, could you boys just leave? You know the way out.”

“Like I said,” replied Turk, “we leave on business - early.”

And with that, he grabbed Pauline and threw her on the bed. Pauline struggled to escape trying to scream as she did. Turk was on top of her and Mike was helping to hold her down. With his weight on top of Pauline, she couldn’t move her body, although she tried mightily. Turk had her hands held down while Mike was pulling her panties off. Pauline was screaming for them to stop, no, no, and anything else she could think of when Mike pulled out a knife and held it to her throat.

“You said we could come up for a good time,” threatened Mike, “and this is it. Make one more sound and I’ll cut something. Maybe your throat, maybe your face, maybe something else, but I’ll cut it.”

Pauline looked at him in sheer terror. His eyes were wide and he was almost foaming at the mouth. His actions belied the truth within - don’t mess with me!

She relaxed knowing what was to come and although the idea was horrid and repulsive, she was more willing to submit than to fight and perhaps get hurt or worse.

Turk removed his pants and underwear. Pauline stared at what looked to be the biggest male appendage she had ever seen, in the locker room, in pictures, ever.

“No, no, please don’t, “she pleaded.

Turk was soon back upon planting kisses, licking her face, making it rough. Through sobbing pleas to stop, Pauline soon felt Turk inside of her, pumping for all he was worth. In and out, in and out, first slowly, then building to a rapid pulse. Soon, Turk reached orgasmic climax and slowed as he filled Pauline with the bodily fluids of his reproductive organs. As he withdrew, Pauline sobbed in bitter defeat.

But the night was not over yet. Now, it was Mike’s turn to have his way, and have it he did. Pauline lost count of the times she was assaulted. She was forced to perform orally as well as submit to sodomy. She did not know how these guys could have kept it up. Doesn’t a man run out of semen at some time?

After what seemed an eternity, her ordeal was over and both men left, but first said their thank yous for a wonderful evening. And if that wasn’t enough humiliation, they promised to stop by again when they were back in town.

Exhausted and thoroughly violated, Pauline laid back in her bed, sobbing bitter tears. It had been a long, day. It had been a long and very horrible day. Mr. Black had shown Pauline what it was like to be a woman in one day. He had shown her the dark side of humanity, the very dark side. Pauline wished to wake up from her nightmare, but the reality was, this was no nightmare.

How things could get worse, Pauline could only speculate and those thoughts were not pleasant ones at all. As the sun rose and its rays filtered through Pauline’s bedroom window, she realized she had gotten no sleep. She had curled herself up into a fetal position and did not moved for hours. It was nearly 11:00 AM before Pauline rose from her bed and walked into the bathroom to shower.

It was Sunday, a day of rest. Through bitter tears, Pauline knew she needed to move on - somehow.

jamiep · « **Reply #10 on:** October 24, 2006, 07:54:13 PM »

The Bargain - Part 11

Pauline stood in the shower trying to cleanse herself from the night before. She washed and she washed, but somehow, she never felt clean. She would no sooner turn off the water that she would run to the sink to brush her teeth - again - and rinse her mouth out with mouthwash - again!. She’d finish that when she’d run back to the shower to wash again and again. Eventually, the hot water was becoming lukewarm, so she decided to finish for a while and wait for more hot water.

She sat curled up at the end of her bed wondering what to do. The day was slipping by, but she didn’t seem to care. Eventually, afternoon turned to evening and then it was bedtime again. By this time, Pauline was so exhausted by the endless showers and teeth brushing, she never realized she hadn’t eaten a thing all day.

“Hungry, my dear?”

Thaddeus Black.

“Get out of here - OUT - and out of my life,” cried Pauline.

“There, there,” Black replied, “I didn’t send those boys last night. But you might just thank me.”

“Thank you? Thank you? What the hell for?”

“You wanted to be a woman, and....”

“Not every woman gets raped!”

“Yes, but enough do that you needed to know what you got your self into. Coffee?”

“No, I don’t want any coffee - or food for that matter. I just can’t put anything else into my mouth.”

“Too bad - it’s good Colombian. I get it from a member in the Cartel - he’s another one of my clients and owes me a couple of favors.”

“Well, call one of the favors in. Have him shoot you.”

“You’re a funny girl, you know that.”

Mr. Black put down his tray of food and coffee. As he talked, the tray just disappeared.

“May I remind you that you still owe me a favor? I believe a soul or two might be in order?”

“After what you did to me last night, you think I would........”

“.....help me out? I expect you to. You signed a contract, remember?”

“......yeah.......”

“Well?”

“Well, what?”

“Want to make a plan?”

“Just leave me alone. I don’t need your help. The last time I asked for it, I got raped.”

“That’s my fault?”

“Yes, damn you, if you hadn’t taken me to that club....”

“But I didn’t give those boys the keys to your apartment, did I?”

“Look, I don’t want to argue anymore. Just leave me be.”

“And the bargain? You’ll hold up your end?”

“Yes, I’ll get your soul. Just let me alone.”

“Done.”

And with that, Mr. Black vanished. Pauline sat back down on her bed. Depressed, she wondered what she’d do. She remembered when she was down before her change, she’d diaper herself up, become a toddler, and the world all seemed to float away. The more she thought about it, the more she became excited by the idea.

So, she went to the closet, removed a diaper from the bag, taped it on herself. Then, she dressed in her old nightie she wore when she was Paul. She felt very comfortable and happy. She took out her toys and began to play again. Her binky pushed in her lips, she happily suc-ked while pretending to be 2 years old again. She even wet and messed her diaper again. Pauline was a very happy baby.

Then reality sunk in, the horror of the night before, and she suddenly realized she was wet and messy. She laid over into a fetal position of the floor amid her toys and began to cry.

“I’d give anything to turn back to Friday when this all began,” she sobbed.

“What did you have in mind?”

A familiar face was on a familiar figure who stood in a familiar corner.

jamiep · « **Reply #11 on:** October 26, 2006, 08:12:01 PM »

The Bargain - Part 12

“Mr. Black. MR. THADDEUS BLACK! Get away from me! I have had enough! Leave me alone! LEAVE ME ALONE!”

“Well, I’m not Thaddeus, not really,” replied this man. “Mr. Black is my, well, sort of brother.”

Paul was a bit confused at first. This man looked and talked just like Mr. Black. He wore the same clothes as Mr. Black, had some of the same mannerisms, and even his hair was cropped like Mr. Black’s. Again, he reasoned, Mr. Black was having a little fun at his expense.

“Look, pal, I have had a long day and...”

“I know. There’s a great deal I know, but first, let me ask you something - were you really unhappy in your former life?”

“My former life?”

“Yes. As a man - were you really unhappy?”

“Unhappy? You mean, like I wish I were someone else? Or I wish I were a woman? Or a baby?”

“No, I mean were you unhappy with your state in life - your job, your friends, your spirituality?”

“Well, no, not really. I mean I liked to have a little fun once in a while?”

“By dressing up as a baby girl?”

“Well, yes, I..”

The man snapped his fingers. Paul felt very different. As he looked around the room, he thought everything was quite large. He tried to speak, but all that came out was a gurgle. He looked down and saw his legs were bare and at the end of his legs were very small feet with white ankle socks rimmed in pink lace. A pair of very small black mary jane shoes were on his feet. He tried to stand, but his legs would not cooperate, so he turned to crawl. He crawled towards his full length mirror and found he was barely big enough to see his reflection, but saw enough.

Paul was dressed as a baby girl, complete with a short, pink sundress with white scalloped edges on the collar, puffy sleeves, and a hem that barely covered matching rhumba panties. And, of course, underneath the panties he wore thick diapers and a pair of plastic pants that he could feel, but not see. Paul looked up and saw the Mr. Black look alike smiling down at him.

“My brother likes all that flashy, smokey stuff. Personally, I am a much simpler kind of guy. May I have your attention?

Paul looked up and tried to speak and became quite frustrated ands agitated when he could not form the words. He fully comprehended his situation, yet could not speak the words to convey his thoughts. Submitting to his frustration, he began to wail like an infant.

“Oh, I’m sorry. How thoughtless,” said the new stranger as he produced a pacifier and gently pushed it between Paul’s lips. Thankful, Paul began to suc-k feverishly.

“Not a smart move on your part. Selling your soul? Very serious business, indeed. No matter. My job is to figure a way out of this for you. Interested?”

Paul looked up. He was so confused, he’d agree to almost anything.

“Let me introduce myself, Paul. You may call me Sinbad - I’ve always liked that name - yes, Sinbad.”

Paul suc-ked feverishly on the binky.

“Would you like to get out of the deal?”

Paul looked up. He could not communicate, but thought hard. His mind said YES, YES, YES.

“I understand,” said Sinbad.

Paul crawled towards Sinbad and hugged his leg in gratitude. It had been one long weekend and he just wanted to go back to Friday and start over - anything but this!

“As I understand it, you want to be a dependent female in diapers, correct?”

Paul just thought I want to start over - go back to Friday - before this whole mess started. Please, please, start over.

“We can’t change what was, but I can change what is. Would you like that?”

Paul thought hard again - start over. Go back to Friday. Just let me be Paul again. I’d give anything to be Paul again.

“But don’t you want to be a baby girl in diapers again? Just one more time through life?”

I want to be Paul again. I want to be Paul again. He was beginning to get agitated and confused.

“I can’t undo my brother’s work, but I can change a few things. We cannot go back in time, so we can only move forward. I’ll make a bargain with you. I can start a new kind of life for you, but you’ll have to agree it will be the last change, so to speak. Maybe nature made a mistake and you’re supposed to be a woman anyway. So why not let me help you into the role of a dependent female in diapers. At least you can have the best of both worlds - you get your wish to be a female and in diapers again and I will have helped you out - agreed?”

Paul thought hard again. Anything - I’ll do anything. Paul was so exhausted by now.

“And no more changes?”

Yes, anything - anything. Help me please.

“Leave it to me,” said Sinbad who snapped his fingers.

Paul opened his eyes. He was in a hospital bed in a white room. Nurses were walking back and forth. Every so often, one would come to his bed, check a few of the machines to which Paul was hooked up to. After a few awkward moments, Paul took in his new situation. He was tethered to the bed, unable to move his arms or legs. He looked down at himself and noticed he was wearing a hospital gown, but he couldn’t see too much more - the covers were on top of the rest of his body. A doctor looking person walked in, but Paul could not quite make out his face. He spoke softly to a nurse, took a chart, made a few notations and left the room.

The nurse came over to Paul’s bed, took a needle, and injected something into the IV inserted in Paul’s arm. Just then, another nurse came over to look at Paul.

“Is this the accident victim?” she said.

“Yes,” said the first nurse, “the poor girl. Bus accident. They said she just ran out in front of the bus.”

“How is she?”

“Oh she’ll live alright, but she’ll never walk again. The doctor says she has some brain damage, but only time will tell how much.”

Paul listened, understood every word, but could not respond to anything they said. He wanted to scream out loud that he was alright, his mind worked, he heard and understood everything, but his mouth would just not work.

“So what do I need to do?” asked the second nurse.

“Well,” said the first nurse, “she has lost all control over her bladder and her bowels, so we need to keep changing her diapers when necessary. And she’s lost the ability to feed herself, so when dinner comes, you’ll need to feed her. The doctor says she’ll be that way for the rest of her life.”

“Hello ladies,” said a man in a doctor’s coat. “Did you fill her in on the new patient?”

“Yes, doctor, she’ll take care of - what’s the girl’s name again?”

The new nurse looked at the chart.

“It says here her name is Pauline. Oh my - she’s only 16. Imagine, she’ll spend probably the next 50 or 60 years in diapers and being fed like a baby. I feel so sorry for her.”

“Ours is not to question the universe,” said the doctor, “they say everything has a reason.”

As the trio turned to leave, the doctor approached Pauline, took a look down and Paul recognized the face. Thaddeus Black. The doctor checked the IV, checked a few wires and monitors, looked at Pauline, turned to leave, paused, looked back - and winked.

THE END