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Un-woman

by Jennifer White

 

Maureen was a very successful businesswoman. She started with a small real estate firm, and built it into one of the largest in the city. Now, she had money to burn, and was looking for an investment.

Her personal life wasn't doing as well. Her marriage was a sham. Her mate was a husband in name only. She had her affair with a golf pro, and he had women on the side himself. Their daughter was caught in the middle of their power struggle. Each used the daughter to get back at the other. One day, she would require years of therapy to get past the trauma they inflicted.

But none of that mattered to Maureen. She just focused on her career. Everything else was a means to an end. She was driven to succeed at all costs. And she decided that she would start out on a new business venture.

 

Maureen considered several alternatives, then decided that she would buy herself a restaurant. When the opportunity presented itself, she purchased Cal's, a local establishment in a trendy suburb. The old owner was retiring to Florida, so it was perfect for her. She had big plans for Cal's.

 

* * *

 

Janice was the head chef at Cal's, and had held the position for 12 years. She was taking a coffee break with Alice, the bookkeeper. Alice had also been there for quite a long time. Cal's was a special place, because unlike many other establishments, there was a very lo turnover. Other than the waitresses who came and went, most of the employees had been there for years.

The locals appreciated this, and they would go there often, earning the old owners a decent living. Little did they realize what Maureen had in store for them. They sipped their coffee, and had a friendly chat.

"I wonder what she is going to do when she takes over" said Alice.

"Don't worry. She told me that she isn't going to change anything once she takes over. Things will run as they do now, but there will just be a new owner. That's all."

"I'm glad. Things are very special here. It would be a real shame if things changed around here."

There were plenty of changes in store, more than anyone could imagine...

 

* * *

 

On the day that Maureen closed the deal and took over, she showed up at work with a dark Mediterranean looking man.

"This is Fernando. He will be the new head chef" she said, shocking the employees. How could they even consider getting rid of Janice? She was the heart and soul of the place! How dare they replace her!

She went over to Janice, who was still in shock.

"You can stay on if you like, but Fernando is in charge. You will report to him, and take orders from him."

Next, she went to Alice, and told her that her services were no longer needed. She also got rid of half the waitresses, and the greeter, who had also worked there for years. For no reason, through no fault of their own, a good portion of the staff suddenly found themselves out of work.

 

When the customers started to arrive that night, they noticed the changes right away. But when they complained about missing their favorite employees, Maureen was cold and uncaring.

Whereas the old owner had been friendly and accessible, Maureen was secretive and aloof. The regulars quickly stopped coming, and business went down. She blamed the remaining employees, and started to make life more and more miserable for them, until they were all but forced to quit.

 

Of the few employees left from "the old days", one was Becky. She went to talk to Maureen in her office.

"I hate to have to say this, but you are killing our business. We're losing customers so fast! We will go out of business at this pace. Why are you doing this?" she said.

It was very brave of her to face this tyrant of an owner.

"How dare you talk to me like that!" said Maureen.

"I'm sorry, but someone needed to say it."

"Get out. You are no longer in our plans."

"But I'm trying to help you! What is the matter? What did I ever do to anger you so much?"

"What are you still doing here? I'm not paying you for today. You're a waste of time. Get out of my office."

Becky had no choice but to leave. As nice of a person as she was, there was only one conclusion that she could reach: she was dealing with a real *bitch*.

 

* * *

 

Maureen sat in her office, talking in a low voice with Fernando, her head chef. She looked up to see an older lady standing in the doorway. She was dressed in a gold lame gown. Her white hair was worn up in a great swirl. She had a calm smile on her face.

"Yes?" said Maureen.

"I need to speak to you" said the old woman, in a kindly voice.

"Go ahead" said Maureen coldly.

Who was this old hag to bother her like this? Who did she think she was anyway?

"This is just between us girls" said the old lady, looking at Fernando.

He stood up, and left, although Maureen wanted to keep him by her side. He had become her lover as well as her adviser at the restaurant. She wanted him there, but he got up and left. Men! They couldn't be trusted.

 

"Now what. Be quick. My time is valuable" said Maureen.

"My dear, you need to rethink your ways" said the old lady.

"Is that all? Thank you, good day."

"You don't understand" said the old lady. Why wasn't she leaving?

"I do understand. Now get out of my restaurant, or I will call the police."

"That won't be necessary" said the old lady, bowing her head in resignation. "I am very sorry for you dear. You have gone too far this time."

"Are you still here? I thought I told you to go."

"Oh, I'm going now" said the old lady. "Going forever, and taking what is mine with me. You will be very sorry. You have had your chance."

"How dare you judge me. Who do you think that you are?"
Suddenly, there was a chill in the air. It seemed dark. Although inside, a cold breeze blew through the room. The old lady seemed to be shrouded in a soft white glow.

"Who am I to judge you? I am the Great Earth Mother. I am the spirit of the world, the spirit of womankind. You have violated our laws. You have revoked your rite to be a woman. You give us a bad name in the world. It is *you* who are to be judged today. *I* judge you. And my verdict is that you are not fit to be a woman."

 

Okay, there was a lunatic in her office. How as she going to get this crazy old hag out of there?

The old woman raised her hands upwards and threw her head back. Then she pointed directly at Maureen. She closed her eyes as if in deep concentration. Maureen suddenly felt strange. Something weird was going on. It was like an energy was being sucked out of her.

Maureen was suddenly surrounded by the white glow from the old woman. It ran around her, and through her. Then it swirled around, faster and faster, until it drew itself into a ball of brilliant energy. The ball of energy then moved into the hand of the old woman, who closed her palm into a fist. The glow stopped.

Maureen felt empty and hollow somehow. Something was wrong. What had happened? She felt funny. What was different? What was wrong?

 

She caught a glance of her hand, and recoiled. It didn't look like her hand! Instead of the usual small thin fingers, she now had large hands with thick stubby fingers. Dark hair covered the back of her hands, and ran up her arm. She pulled back the sleeve of her blouse. It was on her arm too! Dark ugly hair!

Her forearms were also far too muscular. Something was wrong. Her upper ams...they were thick and full of muscle too. Like a man's arms. What was going on? This was all wrong. She looked at her shoulders. Why did the seem so broad? Just as her arms were way too big, so were her shoulders

Her eyes went down her front, across her chest. Where were her boobs? Why were they gone! No! She was flat chested, like a young girl! Well, not quite like a young girl, because her chest was muscular. Through the white silk material of her blouse, she could see hair there too. On her chest! Dark hairs all over the place! No!

She touched herself on the chest, and it was hard. Hard and muscular. Like a *man's* chest. This was so wrong. So wrong.

Her bra felt tight on her now. She had to get it off. She was feeling more and more constricted by it. Her blouse was too small now anyway, and didn't even come down to her belly button. She almost ripped it, taking it off. It was hard to do something delicate with such large bulky muscles.

She took off her bra, and looked at her chest. It *was* just like a man's chest. She felt a shiver from the base of her brain stem, which went down her spine. If her chest had changed....

She looked at her legs, sticking out of her skirt. They were much larger now too, and covered all with hair. No! She had just shaved her legs that morning. How could they be all hairy now? And so big, so muscular.

Her bulky hand touched her face for some reason. It was no longer her face. Even from one touch, she could tell. Gone was the estrogen softened skin. In its stead, the skin was rough hewn, with a small stubble in need of a shave. The chin was no longer delicate, but instead jutting and chiseled. It was a man's face.

Maureen touched herself between her legs. Instead of what she was used to ever since they day she was born, she found something else there: a penis with a scrotum dangling below it.

No! She was a man! This was impossible. It could not be.

 

"You have given up your right to be a woman. Now you are a man, and so you will be for the rest of your life. Now, you will learn what it means not to be a woman anymore.

With a waive of her hand, a young woman appeared in the doorway to the office. Maureen had a strange reaction: upon sight of the lovely young thing, between her legs, she suddenly had an erection. She got stiff and hard. She shifted her legs, feeling uncomfortable. The tight skirt was getting in the way of her penis from expanding out fully. She unzipped it in back, to take it off.

The young woman walked up to her and gave her a kiss on the lips. Now, she was really turned on. Her heart pounded. All logic was gone. All she could think of was this woman, her beautiful breasts, and her sweet pussy. She wanted to put herself into this girl's pussy. She *had* to. She couldn't think of anything else.

She put her hands on the young woman, who willingly presented her chest.

"Take me" she said.

Maureen was already taking the young woman's top off of her, then trying to undo the bra. They were a lot easier to put on, than they were to get off of a woman. But once it was off, exposing the woman's breasts, Maureen reached a new level of arousal. She had to touch the girl's breasts. She *had* to.

As they kissed, Maureen practically ripped the girl's skirt off of her. They pulled the panties off of each other, and now they were naked. Maureen pushed the girl down to the floor, where she smiled, and spread her legs.

"I want you. Now" she said.

Maureen was fully erect. She was bursting, and needed to relieve herself. She forced her way into the moist lubricated slit between the girl's legs. She thrust in, automatically, by instinct. In and out. In and out. By the fifth thrust, a rhythm established, the girl started to moan. Suddenly, Maureen was overcome with an overwhelming feeling as the orgasm hit her. She gasped as the momentary warmth enveloped her. Then it was over.

What? Huh? Where were the rest of the orgasms. It was short and powerful, but there was just one. One! And it was short. A woman can have orgasm after orgasm, but there was just one orgasm. She had been so instinctively driven to have sex, but then it was just a quick thing. It was a rip-off! What the hell good was it being a man, if this was all you got? How could *that* cause a man to go through all the trouble of wooing a woman?

 

"How did it feel making love to Fernando?" asked the old woman, who was still there.

"What do you mean?" said Maureen, in a shockingly low and gravely voice.

"The young girl who you just impregnated? She used to be Fernando, until I had my companion change him into a woman. And *she* is called Maria now, and she is pregnant now, with your baby.

"We just had sex! She can't be knocked up."

"She is. And *you* are the father."

"You didn't take care of me" said the young woman. "All you think of is yourself. Hmph. Typical man. I can't believe I let you make love to me."

"Babe, its not like that" said Maureen, feeling a sudden loss that this chick was upset with...him. It was an insult to his....manhood that she didn't like how he made love.

"What should I have expected from a man who was wearing a skirt and panties when I walked in!" said the girl, who quickly pulled on her clothes and left.

Maureen felt cold and empty. She had lost her womanhood. She had lost her lover. All was cold and empty. She felt no emotion now. That was gone too. She hated herself. She wanted to die.

 

"You have lost everything now" said the old woman. "You will learn to live like this, like a *man*. You will hate yourself now, but perhaps one day you will get used to it. You have squandered your womanhood. I hope you have learned your lesson.

 

Maureen wanted to cry, but he could not. He had no tears now. His heart was hard, like iron. He was a man. There was such a sense of loss! As a young girl, he had bloomed, and developed into a *woman*. He had been so proud of his boobs. But they were gone now. That meant he would never wear a bra again. He had always felt naked without one. Now, it was gone from his life.

And not just the bras, what about panties? He'd never wear them again. He was stuck with boxers or briefs. No more soft silk enveloping his skin. No more lacy trim on the edges. No more high cuts in the legs. No more thongs for sexy outfits. No more pantyhose! No more sheer stockings, garters or anything exciting for that matter.

And what about all the cute clothes he had accumulated over a lifetime? He would never fit into his old wardrobe. Let alone the fact that he'd look ridiculous in a dress. All that was gone now. His skirts, his sweaters, his cami tops, his short shorts....all of it useless now. He'd never be able to wear them again. He would never be pretty again.

No more bright colors. No more floral Hawaiian dresses. No more pretty sundresses. No more bikinis at the beach. No more miniskirts. No more sheer tops, V-necks, lace or silk. No more fiery reds, no more soft pastels. He was stuck wearing drab male colors, boring suits and ties. No more flare for fashion. No more fun dressing up.

And what about all his shoes? He had loved how his closet had been stuffed full of about fifty different pairs of shoes. He'd never wear heels again. No more mules, no more pumps, no more flip-flops with daisys. No more red shoes, no more clear ones. Nothing with an open toe, nothing with any color. As a man, he would be restricted to boring brown and black, and white for tennis shoes.

His hair was short now. No more trips to the beauty salon to gossip with the girls. No more permanents. No more blonde highlights. No more hair spray, curlers, braids, ponytails, or anything. Just boring, short hair.

And what about makeup! As a man, he'd never wear makeup again. Gone from his life was lipstick, mascara, blush, eye liner...his face was his face, and he would never be able to do *anything* about it.

He felt weak, and had to sit down. He'd never have a baby now. He'd never get to nurse his child, and bond with her. He would never be a mother. All that was gone too.

Not having a period anymore didn't seem too bad, and he'd never have to deal with menopause now, but there were far worse things he would have to face. As he aged, his ability to have sex would diminish, until he'd need drugs to make his equipment work. And then there was male pattern baldness. From the slope of his forehead, it was clear that his hair had already begun to recede, and turn gray. He had seen enough men his age to know what would happen. In just a few short years, he'd have almost no hair left, just a silver ring around the sides. Unless he wanted to do something ridiculous like a comb-over, he was stuck losing his hair.
But on top of all that, he could already feel that his male body was changing how he thought, and how he felt. He was already unable to cry. At this rate, soon he'd be unable to feel any emotions at all, other than what other men feel: sexual desire, anger and hate. How could he survive without feelings? It was like being in a prison, where every color was filtered out, so that all you could see was black or gray.

He hated how his body had betrayed him already. One look at Maria, and his body had responded in a typical male manner. And he had given in, and had sex with her, even though he didn't want to. This male brain was so primitive, and things like the drive to have sex overrode any thoughts or common sense. This was terrible!

 

Maria returned to the room, dressed in an exciting skirt. He wished he was still a woman so he could dress like that, and look pretty.

"Do you hate being a woman now, as much as I hate being a man?" he asked in his deep voice, which he immediately hated.

"No! This is wonderful! Today is the best day of my life" said Maria. "I've wasted all those years of living. Today is like the first *real* day to me. It is *so* much better being a woman. I would never go back. I would kill myself, rather than be a man again."

"I know how you feel" said Maureen, putting his head in his hand. Even now, he could not cry. He felt terrible disgust at himself, his life, and his tragic loss. But even that was not enough to move his stone heart. He was just a man now, and men weren't capable of feelings like a woman was. He searched in his soul for *any* feeling, but could only find two things.

"I'm hungry" he said to Maria. "Lets get dinner."

The other feeling was evident when he stood up. His pants were tight in the crotch, from his full erection

"And as long as you're already pregnant..."

"No way! You didn't even take care of me in bed" she said. "You just banged me, then rolled off. I'm going to find a *woman* who can really take care of me. I'll never sleep with a man again. Now if you'll excuse me..."

She walked off in a huff. As Maureen watched her go, with her hips swaying from side to side, and her skirt making her rear look all so inviting, he felt that he had lost everything now. Everything. His life was just a gray nothing now. He was a man now. He was a man.

  

  

  

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