Circe                    by: Anne O’Nonymous

 

"Come into my parlor, said the spider to the fly. We can have some fun together, they’ll be just you and I!"

Diana Jaeger had this on her mind as she walked through a rather seedy part of town. She was dressed as a businesswoman, and looked the part. Her jet black hair was done up in a French roll, very sparse makeup, giving the impression she had just come from an office. She was wearing a lavender skirt-suit with a peach-colored blouse, carrying a shoulder bag, matching her suit, and a briefcase. She walked deliberately, looking at the various places along the street, as if trying to locate an address.

Sam Todd saw her, as he stumbled along on his crutches. "What is a good-looking woman like that doing in this area," he wondered. "I better keep an eye on her, some of these guys can get pretty rough." He limped along, keeping about a half block behind her, watching as she strolled along checking the buildings along the street.

Diana stopped for a moment, turned and saw the lame man following her. She made a mental probe of his mind, saw that he was just a lonely cripple and no danger to her. She resumed her hunting.

"Come out, come out, wherever you are," Diana sang to herself. Coming to a corner, she crossed and turned left. "Fulmer, then Oak." She was now on Trexler Avenue, and this is where she expected the attack. She continued on, to the corner of Trexler and Fulmer, and that’s where she got that feeling. Probing mentally, she knew he was waiting near an alley, about three buildings down. "There you are! Now, let’s see: lost, looking for a house, person maybe. Which one? Got to be vulnerable, frightened, scared. Oh, please don’t hurt me! I’m lost, can you help me?" Diana thought. Crossing the street, she continued on.

Sam kept up with her as best as he could. In his heart, he knew he would never forgive himself if anything happened to her. As she crossed the street, Sam stopped. There was someone ahead of her, to her right in the shadows, leaning against a building.

Mike Smith watched as she walked across the street. "Looks like I’m gonna get me a piece of ass tonight! She is sure one well-built cunt. I’m gonna enjoy screwing her, whether she likes it or not. If she starts anything, well, I can take care of that," Mike thought, fingering the hunting knife in his pocket.

Diana walked up, stopped, and looked around, apparently confused as to her location. Mike spotted her, walked towards her, saying, "Lady, do you need any help? You look like you’re lost!"

"I’m trying to find a George Carver on Oak Street. I have some papers for him to sign." She moved away a little, thinking, "let’s just see what happens."

Sam stood on the corner, leaning on his crutches. "Maybe he’s the one she was looking for," he said to himself, and started to hobble on.

"Oh, yeah! I know George very well. I can take you right to him!" Mike reached out and took her arm, to lead her to the non-existent Mr. Carver.

"Thank you very much for your help!" Diana waited, probed the man’s mind, then went with him.

Looking around, Mike saw only a crippled man hobbling down the street. "He’s down this alley," Mike said.

"No! I’m not going in there with you," she said, struggling to get out of his grasp. She acted scared.

Mike got out the knife, put it to her neck, and said, "You get in that alley, you fucking cunt, or I’m gonna cut that pretty throat of yours from ear to ear. Now, move!" Shoving her in front of him, Mike forced her down to the end of the alley. "Well, now, here’s where we can have some fun!"

"Please, please don’t hurt me! I’ve only got a few dollars, and . . ."

"Shaddup, and get those panties off. I’ve got a hardon, and I need a pretty cocksucker like you sweetheart. Now, get down!"

"Leave her alone!" Sam was hobbling down the alley as fast as his crutches would allow.

"Well, well, look who’s coming to rescue you. A damn cripple. Get the fuck out of here, before I use this on you," Mike retorted, waving the knife around.

Sam balanced on one crutch and swung at Mike with the other. Mike easily avoided it, and threw a punch at Sam. It landed rather ineffectually. The two grappled with Sam getting the worst of it.

Diana watched as the two fought. "Stop," she said. A few simple gestures and words put Sam down out of the way.

"What’s the matter, hero-boy. Fall down an’ go boom!" Mike turned back to his victim, and got a surprise.

Diana was surveying him with dark, cold eyes. "You piece of scum. You aren’t worth the effort it would take to kill you."

"Why you . . .," he started to speak, but he couldn’t get the words out. Something was grasping his throat, choking him.

"Oh great Goddess Mother, hear your daughter call to you." She started speaking in a language he had never heard--Latin, Greek, Celtic, something else--and the movement of her hands was mesmerizing. The walls of the alley were closing in. Soon, there was a solid wall around them. Then, the pain started. His chest was expanding outward into two massive boobs, he was shrinking and his whole body was changing. Through it all, she stood there chanting, motioning. Mike’s clothes were also undergoing rearrangment--shoes were now platforms; pants, now a blue denim micro skirt; the shirt, a tight, low-cut peach-colored blouse. He felt the pain as his male parts were being rearranged to make female vagina and clitoris. Although he could not see it, his face was also undergoing changes--heavy makeup, perfume, and pierced ears with large hoop earrings. His hair now flowing down to his shoulders and beyond.

Sam lay on the ground, grimacing at the spectacle unfolding in front of him. He was watching a 6’2" man turn into a 5’3" woman. "I guess it will be my turn next." He thought, "I wonder what I’ll be, bag lady, whore."

Finally, it was over. Diana looked at the new woman.

"Come on, Michelle, get your fuckin’ ass out here! Buddy is really po’ed at you. Honey, do you want to get your ass kicked around again." The woman who made that statement was standing about ten feet from Sam. She looked and dressed like a typical hooker.

Mike, now Michelle, got up and went with her to a life of taking it instead of giving it!

"Now you’ll never attack another woman. Now, your turn," Diana said.

"Please, tell me who you really are. I mean since I am, well, you know."

Diana probed the mind of the crippled man before her. Deep in his mind was his story. He saw a bus run off the road, slide part-way down a cliff, and ran to help. After rescuing five people, he was going after another when the bus rolled further down, trapping him inside. They had to cut him loose from the wreckage. How after the accident, his girlfriend left him. He’s been a lonely cripple ever since, living on a small disability check. There wasn’t a trace of bitterness in him.

"Well, since you wish to know, it’s Circe, but here I’m called Diana Jaeger."

"Circe, the witch in Greek times?"

"One and the same! I was punished, banished by Hecate, because of what I did to Ulysses. I have since been returned to mete out justice and punish those who need it. And now, you get your turn."

"I’m ready. I accept whatever you wish to do."

Circe smiled. "Oh, you do, do you. We’ll see." The chants began again, this time there was a different, softer, gentler quality to it.

Sam lay on the ground waiting for the worst.

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Diana Jaeger walked into her office, greeting all she met. Stopping at the door to her private office, she asked the temp secretary, "Any messages?"

"Your new Personal Assistant is waiting in your office. I let her in, I hope you don’t mind."

"No, I’m glad you did," Diana said, opening the door. She glanced at the very attractive brunette sitting, demurely, in a chair, and greeted her with, "Hi, my name is Diana Jaeger, and yours is?"

"My name is Samantha Todd, but everybody calls me Sam."

"Well, Sam, I do hope you enjoy your new life and job!"

 

Finis--That’s all folks, Annie O

 

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