The Bitch Learns More
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Story © Steve Zink from a story by Morpheus
From earlier...
the conclusion to
Tokens: The Bitch, by Morpheus
Corey pulled out a cigarette, holding it very femininely in his hand as he lit
it, took a drag and blew the smoke out to the side. He smiled in satisfaction,
deciding that maybe his new life really wouldn't be so bad. He had a fantastic
job with lots of power and influence. It gave him the perfect way to finally get
even with his Dad. To turn the tables. Of course, he wouldn't really fire him
like he'd told Meredith, not when it was so much more fun to keep him right
there. For a moment, Corey just thought about his Dad, then frowned. It just
didn't feel right at all to think of him as "Dad" anymore. Not in the least.
After all, how could he possibly consider that spineless worm to be his father.
Corey smiled faintly to himself, resolving that Tom still wasn't going to get
away easily. Not at all.
Then he took another drag from the cigarette, realizing that it certainly didn't
hurt that he was now very rich as well. That idea especially appealed to him,
perhaps even more than the revenge. In fact, even being a woman wasn't such a
big deal anymore. Corey's body no longer felt strange and uncomfortable.
Instead, it felt almost natural. Normal. And to his excitement, very sexy as
well. Corey decided that he sort of liked that feeling. Hell, he sort of liked
it...a lot. Of course, the fact that he was actually a very beautiful woman
helped, even if Meredith did tone it down while at work. It gave him an
unfamiliar sense of pride in his body and appearance which was something else
that was new to Corey.
After a few more minutes of smoking and considering what his new life was going
to be like, Corey smiled and stubbed the cigarette out. "I wonder if there are
any more of those wish tokens," he mused to himself thoughtfully. He smiled as
he considered what he might wish for if he found another. It was certainly an
interesting idea, though he had nothing that he really wanted at the moment.
After all, he certainly had no intention of becoming a snot nosed kid again, not
when he had wealth, power and beauty now. But still, Corey couldn't help but
wondering...
And now, the bitch learns more...
added by Steve Zink
Later that day...
By the end of the day, Corey had fully accepted the role in life that *she* was
now destined to live. She even came to the conclusion that since she was living
Meredith's life, she may as well use her name. The one person that Meredith had
refrained from being bitchy at all day wondered what had come over her boss, and
Anne worried that maybe she was having difficulties of some kind. As Meredith
passed Anne's desk on the way out, she pleasantly said, "Goodnight, Anne. Thank
you for all the help you gave me today," and with an uncharacteristic smile,
waved as she went by.
Anne was more than a bit shocked, but still managed to keep a poker face as she
said, "You're welcome, Ms. Brooks. I hope your evening goes as well as your
day." The look on her face as her boss strode past in a proud but cheerful gait,
strutting in her high heels, was priceless. Anne recovered quickly, though,
before any of the other departing workers could see her reaction.
Meredith found that she knew instinctively which parking spot to go to, and was
surprised yet at the same time right at home in seeing the bright red Jaguar
coupe parked there. Even the license plate fit. It was a vanity tag that said
BTC HY1. She giggled to herself in realizing just how much the old Meredith had
reveled in her own self image. She was really going to enjoy this new life!
The first thing Meredith did upon entering her car was to open up her purse and
take out the pack of cigarettes. She noted that her ash tray was almost full,
and without another thought, shook it out on the pavement below her door. The
action had seemed so natural to Meredith that she never even contemplated the
fact that as Corey she had always been neat and avoided littering. After she put
the ash tray back and closed the door, Meredith felt the shoulder harness of the
seatbelt come up and over her chest. For the first time that day, the
stimulation of her breasts made her realize what an abundant and stimulating
asset she had.
As she had assumed, Meredith's trip home was done without any question of where
she was going. She had toyed with the idea of looking at the address on her
driver's license, but from what had happened earlier in the day, Meredith knew
that she'd know just where to go. Her first stop was the post office, to collect
the mail from her box. There were two bills, three very elegantly hand lettered
envelopes from three different return addresses, one male and two female, but
all addressed to a Monique Masters. The address was right, so Meredith bundled
them. There was also an issue of Newsweek, and intriguingly, a catalogue that
Meredith pulled out of a large plain white envelope. It was full of patent
leather clothes and accessories, and she couldn't wait to get home and see why
Meredith was getting this.
The trip to her house took Meredith even further into the suburbs, to a ritzy
looking neighborhood with almost palatial houses. When her Jag rounded a corner
with a stone wall hiding what was beyond, Meredith almost instinctively reached
into her glove compartment for the remote, one of whose buttons she then
pressed. The Jag approached a set of iron gates swinging in at a driveway set
into the wall, and she swung it in while pressing the second button, which
opened the doors to her garage. Meredith was pleased to see that this garage was
nearly as big as some of the houses in her old neighborhood.
There was an enclosed walkway that lead from the garage to the house, and
Meredith reached into her bag for the house keys in a motion that was as natural
as the smug sneer on her lips. "This bitch really does live high on the hog!"
Meredith said aloud to herself. Her station in life made her so glad that she'd
decided to fully adopt it. She set the mail on the desk just inside the door to
the house, no make that mansion, with her purse next to them. The decor she saw
drew a brief whistle from Meredith's lips, but of course she felt right at home
in
moments.
Meredith saw the blinking light on the phone, but decided to check for the
messages after she went and inspected her bedroom. The winding staircase leading
to the upper deck visible from the cathedral ceilinged living room showed her
exactly where to go. There were four doors visible beyond the railing along the
second floor's landing, and the first one visited was her gold trimmed bathroom.
The second door in the bathroom naturally led to Meredith's bedroom, and the
four poster queen sized bed was exactly as she knew it would be. The other doors
on that floor would take a visual inspection to spark memories, though. Meredith
could not visualize what lay beyond them.
The first door that Meredith opened revealed a huge dressing room, with two
mirrored vanity tables and more closets than she'd ever seen in her life. The
first closet opened was chock full of black patent clothing. 'Now I know why
Meredith got that catalogue!' she thought. Meredith suddenly had an inspiration
of what the rest of the room contained, and decided to go back downstairs to
check both her mail and the phone answering machine.
"Beeeep. Mistress Monique, this is your slutty slave Samantha. I hope that the
bondage session that we had scheduled for tonight is still being planned. At
work today, you didn't seem to be quite yourself, and if you are not feeling
well, your slave humbly begs to be considered for a different evening. Please be
so kind as to call this lowly wench and let her know if Her Bitchiness is still
feeling dominant. Beeeep."
It was Anne's voice! Monique suddenly knew just what kind of bitch she was, and
why everyone at work feared her so much. A sly sneer formed on her lips as she
decided to see what the worms who'd sent the three letters dared to want. After,
of course, calling Samantha back and giving her the good news bad news message.
That evening was going to be an eventful one, for sure!
Yes, indeed, Meredith was going to really enjoy the new life she had adopted!
Another End
Turning Dreams Into Nightmares
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